From the mist they came. Splashing through the water as they approached from the oppisite shore. Spurs jangling, saddles creaking and their horses snorting that familiar snort of excitement. As they neared I could see they were not of this time. Wide brim sombreros, worn and dirty chaps, rifles in boots on their saddles. A quizical look on their faces as they reined to a stop in front of me. The leader looked into my face. "My name is Al Sieber" he spoke in a low tone. ' Me and my compadres been a long time gone and it feels good to be back on our god's dirt. There's some that don't know and we are here to teach them. We'll be a round all right. We'll be a round for a long time now.' With that, they wheeled their ponies and loped back across the water with a shout and a 'Hurrah!'. When they were gone, I looked about. It was as though they were never here. But then they say that nights on the Sespe can do that to a man...