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95 dining room area. The rancher had been drinking. He set his glass down beside the almost empty bottle and sat down before I did. He offered me a drink which I refused. He said he was then he looked up at me and said, “Just show me what you want.” As he spoke he grabbed my ankle and was working his way up my leg with both hands. I jumped to my feet and tried to back off without making a scene and ruining the sale. His wife cane to the study door and smiled and said, “Come on into the kitchen and show us, too.” I heaved a sigh of relief and followed her to the kitchen. She and her friend were extremely nice women who, I could tell, were quite religious. They wore the hairdos and long sleeved clothing that proclaimed Pentecostal church membership. I gave them the pitch and the wife really wanted the picture. She wrote out a check. As I brought out my receipt book to finish the deal I made a tactical error by saying, “Have you or anyone you know ever had a UFO encounter out here in the country?” oa) te toa The wife grew very excited. “Oh, yes. Just the other night we were leaving the church after the evening service. My husband and I were in our car with our teenaged daughter. A UFO flew right directly over us and we suddenly had engine trouble. Our new car stopped. Bob had to get out...” The rancher came into the kitchen and lunged toward me. He beat me on the back while shouting, “Witch. n no . ed Xr v.48 I turned and he hit me on the side and on my back. I scooped up my receipt book and that stupid portfolio. As I did so I said, “Oh, that’ll be $130.00, Mrs. Jones, I’ll take your check now.” Barbara: The Story of a UFO Investigator women’s voices in what I supposed to be the kitchen or interested in our paintings so I sat in the chair he indicated Mood teal : acta er os Demon. Get out of here. You’re a witch.”