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won’t anybody in this family ever talk about Uncle Sand? It’s stupid!” She brushed back a lock of raven hair from her forehead, her dark eyes moving from man to woman as the knocking on the door came again.
    She has changed, the mother thought, looking at her daughter through loving eyes. All grown up now. And looks so very much like her namesake.
    â€œSand didn’t do anything wrong,” the man defended the mysterious Sand. “Those punks had it coming. All of them.” He balled big hands into big fists.
    His wife noticed and thought: After all these years, and the emotion is still within him.
    And the sorrow still within me, she finished it.
    â€œNow somebody wants to write a book about Sand, and make a movie about his life.” He snorted and then smiled, the smile was a bit savage, a lot more knowing, and a bit scornful.
    â€œWe started it, Richard,” his wife said. “So now let’s get it done.”
    A woman’s voice spoke from the open window by the breakfast nook. “I really hate to be a pest.”
    â€œThen why are you a reporter?” the man asked, but it was said with a smile.
    The young woman standing on a box outside the window laughed. A nice laugh. Not like some of those reporters who used to come around.
    â€œCome on in,” Richard said. “Have a cup of coffee. I don’t believe I’ve ever talked with a big city reporter.” He fibbed about that, having talked with a lot of reporters where he’d been first sent some years back. He hoped the fib would go unnoticed by those who kept such records.
    His words sounded rather hollow to the young woman. A deep, rather odd sound to them. She shrugged that away, stepped off the box, and walked around to the back door, stepping into the kitchen.
    The teenager wriggled with excitement. A book and a movie about Uncle Sand. Wow! The local legend. A hero to some, an outlaw to others. But a legend that few would ever talk about.
    And the girl could never understand that.
    â€œI’m Sunny Lockwood,” the young woman introduced herself.
    â€œRichard and Linda Jennings. Our daughter, Robin.” He looked at Robin, the love shining in his eyes. Richard had been dreading making contact, but knew it had to be. The Fury was loose. And if it was to be stopped, it had to be in this time frame.
    Richard did not really fear the Fury. The thing could not destroy him, or any with him. But if Sand didn’t like this young woman; didn’t believe she would tell the truth – it would all be for naught. For if the growing Fury was to be stopped, the townspeople had to have Sand’s help. For no one could stop it without help from the other side of life.
    But the truth – the truth from Sand’s mind, and only he knew the truth – had to be told.
    That the truth would set you free was a lot more than mere words to Richard and Linda and several others. When one took into consideration where they’d been existing for some time.
    Around them, for some distance around them, time ceased its passage, allowing just a tiny part of the universe to settle stationary.
    Sunny felt a falling sensation. She grabbed at the corner of the table to steady herself. She blinked. The sensation passed.
    Jesus! she thought. Earthquake?
    Then she could not remember anything about the odd sensation.
    Richard closed his eyes for a moment. Time and strength and truth, he prayed. Please? Amen.
    He opened his eyes to find Sunny looking at him. “Some breakfast?” he asked her. “Robin must eat to sustain herself.” Watch yourself, Ace, he cautioned his mind. Remember where you are ... and what you are.
    Talks funny, Sunny thought. “Some coffee would be very nice, thank you.”
    â€œI’ll get it,” Robin volunteered.
    â€œNo!” the father’s words were sharp. He smiled at his daughter and said, “You . . . can’t, baby. This time will be on us. You