He’s from Oklahoma, so cowboy is in his genes, and Mom thinks he looks great in his jeans.That’s how they met. Mom was there with friends to go ri...ding and camping in the coastal hills near Monterey. She saw Dad, in his full cowboy outfit, and fell hard. She said he looked like a young John Wayne.Mom had just finished her third year at Berkeley in their music program. She was training as a concert pianist, and as a music teacher. She convinced Dad to join her group of weekend campers. He. Look, it doesn’t matter. Don’t worry about it,’ I mumbled as I pulled the shirt over my head again and began walking towards my home. ‘Take Rookie back to your ranch,’ I said over my shoulder without facing him. ‘I’ll send one of the hands over later to get him’. I felt a hand touch my shoulder then. I dashed the few tears I hadn’t been able to hold in away. I noticed then that my hands were actually trembling from my anger, embarrassment and shame. ‘Erin,’ Jackson said softly, and I turned to. "But we need to understand. I tell you first how it was to us, how we remember. We think you attack"—he gestured with a fist pounding into his other palm—"you try to kill us, make us die, when we offer peace, we come in peace." He extended his arms in the peace gesture both species had used. "But we do not know why, what reason."The native seemed frozen. It neither spoke nor moved. But Igwanda noticed that its eyes had enlarged significantly and, glancing around unobtrusively, that those of the. "I'm bored," she sighed, "can't you finish that and come and play with me." Play with you?" I asked spinning around on my chair to face her, did she think we were still young kids."Yeah," she said bringing both her knees up to her chin and hugged them.With the short school skirt she was wearing there was nothing of her long legs I couldn't see."How about Doctors and Patients," she giggled, "you used to love to play that with me." Yeah, when we were 5 or 6," I said."But there's so much more of.