. which eye was it?" It was my left eye, and I'm not having any trouble seeing so far. I stopped taking the pain pills on Wednesday. The Florida sun d...d me a lot of good. Thank you for asking." Your parents are angry at me. Do you think they will ever forgive me?" I don't know, Kelley. You left an urgent message for me to call you. What's so important?"She sighed, like she didn't understand why I was being impatient with her. "Linda Gander wants to meet us in Seattle. I told her it would have. But she never once said, 'Don't do that.'" Not really," Jean said after a pause. "I mean, she does trust us." How do you mean?" Well, we've been truthful with her... about us, I mean. And she's always been out front with us. She as much as told me that she can't really make us do anything... that we'll do whatever it is we're going to do, no matter what. And she trusts that we'll be responsible." After a pause, she added, "Mom's always been good at that - making us responsible for our actions,. Then the lights dimmed and my memory ended.I listened since it was about my only useful sense, and the house I was in sounded empty, hollow somehow. I struggled to my feet after series of painful falls and hopped from wall to wall trying to measure my prison. Then I spent some time and sacrificed some skin trying to rub the blindfold from my eyes. When I got one eye free, I could see that was indeed in a dirt-floored, stone-walled cellar with an outside entrance and a single, high, barred but. I stood up and smiled at her and the boys. I knew I had to be The Outlaw, and I had to be him now.“Yes, Ma’am. I’m Rick Dalton from Masonville.”“These are my sons and the other three boys over there are my nephews. They recognized you from the paper we have. Will you please take time to give them your autograph? We’ll buy more papers if you’ll autograph them for us. My sons and my nephews read the complete newspaper each week to see if there’s another article about you in there.”“Yes, Ma’am..