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91 hobbled down the stairs, then reeled on into the bathroom to see if a little water in the face would help me waken to my planned day which was to be dedicated to a job search. When I headed back toward the kitchen the telephone rang. Perhaps my brooding and musing about what I could do for a living called the aliens’ attention to me, I don’t know. Or, maybe what is more likely, they had arranged the whole thing from beginning to end. Anyway, they had a hand in everything that happened to me from that point on, I am still quite sure of that. My association with Jacques Vallee had been frightening me because of all the weird things that happened each time we went out together to interview or investigate. I’d told him we needed to cool it. He wasn’t convinced but I’d told him I suspected a fine alien hand in each of the problems which had faced my family. He laughed at the idea and it was clear that he thought I was just being my normal loco “Lucy” type self. I lurched to the telephone, ready to argue the point again. Chasing UFOs had become too dangerous to me and to my family. But it wasn’t Jacques on the phone. It was an acquaintance who was calling to tell me about her new job. She worked for a company which took aerial photographs of farm and ranch land in the Oklahoma, Texas, Kansas, and Arkansas area. Her job was to drive to the farms and ranches and try to sell the owners the oil paintings taken from the photos of the farms. She knew I’d be interested, she said, because just the previous week she’d seen a mutilated cow. The cow was an ‘ ator yr vara association with Vallee had been somewhere near a County road in Kansas. Would I like to drive back up that way with her and search out the cow? I could feel energy rising within me, my confusion and disorientation falling away. Yes. This was my chance to do what I really wanted to do. Maybe I could put off my job search for a few days since she wanted me to go with her? Barbara: The Story of a UFO Investigator