’ ‘Well close, your mine as much as you can be considered anyone’s.’ ‘Dan sometimes you are a round eye through and through. In our language... there is mine and not mine, me saying I’m yours would have confused him.’ ‘Thank you for your help, I don’t think I’ll get any more in today. If I do I’ll have someone yell for you.’ We leave the store making way for a passing couple then walk toward the saloon. A small boy no more than say six summers runs over and looks up at me curiously. ‘Are you an. It is true that I didn't follow the road people thought I should have. I didn't go to college, I didn't become an engineer like my Dad, or a Pilot like Grandpa Carson, although I did get my private pilot's license. The reason I didn't do these things is because I discovered I had a gift. I've known about this gift for about as long as the Legion of Doom has existed. The group of people who I revealed my gift to was very small at first; my parents, and grandparents, and Ginny of course. Later,. Dad was in the kitchen and invited me to sit a spell and have a cup of coffee with him so we could talk over everything that was going on.I asked him if he knew more about General Hendershot than I heard at their little meeting.He chuckled, “Oh yes. You heard me say I discovered, on that plane, that he was the head of the group that would end up being known as the Majestic 12. Well, I’d also learned that there was a lot more to the UFO story than I led him to believe. I also knew at that time. Belligerent arguments and glances traded in the saloons. The two men quarreled for the first time in their partnership.After two-and-a-half years of wearing the same Yankee blue uniforms, fighting side by side, a friendship grew. When they mustered out, the boys headed for Colorado Territory in search of a new life, partners for better or worse. They ate together; they lived in the same one-room cabin, worked in the same frigid creek water, or dug inside the same mine shaft. They even drank and.