 off-duty sheriffs, deputy sheriffs, and they pointed a gun to my 44 caliber. I could look down there. I remember Dirty Harry. I said, oh, yeah, that's what that is. I just mentioned with my fingers that I was walking south. I said, well, you get going. And I could see myself in the back of their pickup truck, you know, being put somewhere. And that didn't happen. I turned around. They were gone.