In my mind, I was thinking it was my middle brother Brad. “Thomas Gilbert Bradshaw!” mom said, using her most authoritarian tone. I kn...w I was up shit creek when she used all three of my names being used. “I’m sorry mom, you scared me and it just slipped out “I didn’t mean it, honest.” “Young man, I don’t care how it just slipped out. Your language is unacceptable. I will NOT have you growing up and becoming the gutter mouth your brother was. Go. The problem was that I could imagine what the Comanches would have done to me if they had caught me still alive, and I have a very vivid imagination!We returned to the fort, though the trip took two days. Frankly, I could hardly wait to get home. I really needed to see and be reassured by my family. The evening of the day we got home, Sally took me to the veranda to sit while Jane cleaned up after supper. "John, we need ta talk. What do ya plan ta do about Jane? I checked around, an' there. She was two years younger than I. My first night was one of sheer terror. One it was so damn dark and for one growing up in the Los Angeles area and now being out in the middle of nowhere this was like nothing I had ever dealt with. The second was my cousins. I knew they had all been told before my arrival that their cousin was a bit of a sissy. They were told that I preferred Michelle rather than Michael and that my peers back home referred to me as Sissy Michelle. It was a term meant to cause. Tonight's probably OK, or I'm pretty sure. Walter's had a big evening, and he probably flew in from D.C. just today. He isn't going to want to go after you tired. Tired people make mistakes, and he and Bobby can't afford a mistake right now. They know they're targeted. No, you'll be OK tonight, but it might be a pretty good idea to relocate in the next day or so, at least for a while." I'll give it some thought," was as far as I was prepared to go for the moment. "Look, I'm a little tired.