I no longer had any options left. The last thing I wanted to do was to leave the farm. As Grandpa explained it ain’t no different than when he had to go to Nam, and his dad to Europe. Sometimes you have to do what you have to do in life. It’s true i’ve become someone who can help the world in ways that I can’t working on the farm. It’s easy to not have my powers noticed out here. The town of Sentinel Butte proper only has a population of sixty-one, I can go weeks and months without seeing another soul out on the farm. I’m adjusting to life in the big city. Fargo North Dakota is massive! i’ve counted three Mcdonalds so far, and a Super-Wal-Mart. Not standing out in a crowd has been relatively simple. Mostly just wear anything with NDSU colors or mossy oak camo and you can disappear quickly and effortlessly. The Forum has begun calling me “Tatanka” which is the Lakota word for Bison. Gotta fly back to the butte to help with harvest. Hopefully Fargo doesn’t need a hero while i’m doing sunflowers.