" You worked with Tom Ryan?" Yes sir, Tom and I are good friends," Dillon answered with a smile."You looking for work around here Mr. Gallagher?" No I...m not looking for a job. I'm on my way to Arizona."Marshal Taylor looked at Dillon for ten seconds or so. "If you see or write to Tom, tell him Bill Taylor said hello please. Tom and I rode in the war together. Take care of yourself Gallagher and good luck on your journey."Dillon nodded and left. As he walked back to the boarding house he thought. I did eventually fall asleep that night, but it was a troubling night, plagued by dreams and nightmares. Many were just bits and pieces of visions, of horrors, of falling, of being trapped, of people I loved and knew dying or bleeding.But it was the last dream before the morning that I remembered the most.I was in a small meadow. There was a circle of oak trees around the clearing and the ground all around me was covered with flowers. Beautiful, delicate flowers of every shape and color. There were some chortles from the guys as I tried to conceal my effort. Then Becky popped another pink bubble, and slammed my arm down on the picnic bench with a ‘thud’. My muscles screaming in agony from my forearm up to my shoulder, and my hand was burning from the strength of the grip in her slender pink-painted fingers. There were some exclamations and laughs, and Becky stood up beaming. “I want to tackle,” she said. “I want to be one of the people who tackles.”“What the hell was that,. During my time at home, I made the rounds and spent time with my friends. I went to a New Year's party with John and Cathy. At the party, I walked over to get a beer at the keg.I was in line when Billy Dean walked up behind me. I said hello. We hadn't seen each other in three years so I asked what he was doing now."I'm working over at the office supply house. I'm in the Management Training program. Susan and I got married right out of high school and we have a two-year-old boy." That's great.".