I suggested we all go back in the house. I got my bedding from the barn, and we all spent a fitful night. I believe I pondered my situation with Daphne, this universe, and my universe about a dozen times. I loved my wife, but I hated my job and the hassle of 21st century life. I loved Daphne and I enjoyed the adventures that I had experienced in this universe, but life was short here. And the conveniences of 21st century life were nothing to be laughed at. A shower and toilet were just some of the things I really missed. I almost made myself sick with all the appraisals I made.
I did give myself a splitting headache. Finally, I realized that I didn’t really know if I ever could go back to my universe. Apparently, the aliens had control of time travel. It was all up to them, and I didn’t even know why they put me here in the first place. So, I resolved to wait and, the next time the woman alien appeared, we were going to have a serious discussion. I made up my mind that I wasn’t going to be cowed by her, even if it meant my death. I know that they could easily shanghai another person to accomplish their purpose, and that I was expendable, but I wasn’t going to go quietly into that night. With that decision made, my headache subsided and I went to sleep.
I must have been asleep a total of 30 minutes when I heard a rooster crow and the Sage men rolled out of bed. With all the goings-on last night I hadn’t realized that Mrs. Sage wasn’t there, but, when I was offered a cold breakfast of bread and day old bacon, I asked where she was. Mr. Sage said she was visiting her sister in Harpers Ferry. Her sister was sick and needed some help tending her children. I really missed Hattie’s breakfast spread this morning.
After breakfast, the Sage men went their separate ways and I took up residence in the barn. I fed Stonewall and curried him, which he really enjoyed. During this time I kept my Colts in my belt and wondered if the alien would appear.
I just napped in the loft during the morning, trying to catch up on the sleep I missed last night, but I must have dozed off because, from a deep sleep, I sensed a presence near me. I performed a beautiful Aikido roll and came up on one knee with both Colts pointed at a standing figure that was silhouetted against the light coming from outside the barn door. I could not make out who it was, but I heard, “Well, Mr. Hager, I mean Mr. Owen, that was the best gunslinger move since John Wayne in Rio Bravo.”
I was so mad at the smartmouth remark that I almost pulled the triggers. Then I heard, “Now, Mr. Hager, take it easy. We need to talk.”