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96 I handed her the receipt and the woman handed me the check. She looked scared to death. Her husband was like a man possessed. He kept trying to beat me but I kept the portfolio between us as much as possible. I put the check in my pocket and kept moving toward the door. “Tl be running right along, now.” I tried to keep my voice level. I clutched my Portfolio and ran toward my car with him hitting my back and shoulders all the way to the door. “You’re one of the dark ones,” he shouted and followed me out the door. By now, I had a slightly better car but I still had my stick. I didn’t even try to take it out. I just jumped into my Toyota and gunned that baby down that dirt road. When I told my boss about the experience that night at the crew meeting in the motel he was so angry he wanted to go out and get the guy right then and there but I said no, that I wouldn’t show him the place, that I wanted to leave a 1 the poor man alone. The rancher’s rage probably stemmed from his buried memories of that recent UFO encounter after church. I don’t know, of course but probably his wife and daughter had been ordered telepathically to stay and wait until the husband- father was allowed to come back to them, so they yy ee ee He, no doubt, was hitting the bottle that evening as a way of dealing with his unconscious anger and I’d given him a reason to vent his confused fury on me. Luckily, our company delivered all our customers’ orders by mail so I was not required to return to that person’s house. I’d stumbled upon an interesting farmer and _ his neighbor near Atoka, Oklahoma. He and his neighbor were friends and both of them had had cows mutilated. They’d both experienced so many sightings of the UFOs that they were totally used to such an occurrence and had even seen and visited with the aliens whom they reported as being Barbara Bartholic as told to Peggy Fielding were not so traumatized.