"Yeah, let me jump in the shower so I don't smell like pussy and bad breath. I'll be here." Good. And Martin..." she let my name hang expectantly."Yea...?" I asked."Tell her there's no rush to get it back. I think you'll like her..." Julie... what are you doing?" I said, trying to sound mad, but failing miserably."I'm trying to make up for my lame ass daughter!!! Now ENJOY, DAMN IT!" she said forcefully and hung up.My imagination started running away from me as I got out of the bed and stripped. We have a had a breakthrough! Two of the air bases in England had their radars working the night of the raid, and they were not affected by whatever technical chicanery was used at RAF Feltwell. It took a long time to get around to checking radar records for the time of the raid, but two separate radars have these bastards dead to rights."The records show five of the so-called Landerships coming down from orbit and landing at RAF Feltwell. Four of them seem to have landed at four equidistant. " she mocked. Dave smirked. "She recognizes WHO'S the boss. Now hand me a didey for MY DAUGHTER. She's worse than wet." They all roared with the tone he used.Dave cleaned Sarah, her cooing at him and laughing. The love was out in the open. A pan of water had been dipped and put on the fire to warm her bottle. The others were nursing from their Mothers. The men sat admiring the babies being fed. It was SUCH a beautiful sight. The ultimate in love.They visited for a little longer and started. Then the raids became even larger and more fierce, but the Frenchmen were a hard lot, defending themselves as best they could. Finally, with less than half the original force remaining, the Frenchmen decided to abandon the mine and to take what they could of the gold and head back towards the Arkansas River.But before they could get their return expedition organized, the Indians attacked again. It was during this last siege that the few surviving members loaded what gold they had already.