IWHEN THE LATEST THREE visitors arrived, I greeted them as usual with a dust cloud and wind. Dust devil turned cyclone.
They responded by putting up a force shield. I countered with hurricane-force winds.
But one of them got sick. He fell down and clutched his stomach. I felt sorry for him, but he's "only human" and so I wasn't too sorry. The other two weren't human, although they looked it. They had my respect. A couple of good-looking young gals, as far a humans went.
We were at a standoff. It was all they could do to keep their shields up, and I didn't want to increase my wind forces any more, nor decrease them any less.
Then a red-haired, hazel-eyed young woman appeared and walked through my dust storm and their shield like they weren't even there. She crouched over the sick man at
