I'm at home, but the home is approximately like my parents' house. It's dark. Looking through a window to the east, I see the silhouette of a small gang of dark-skinned teenagers, in our yard over there, with guns.

I run through the house to grab the first gun I can find, which happens to be a semi-automatic like an AK-47, and a super-bright flashlight. I step out the door, shining the flashlight and pointing my weapons. "Put down your guns," I command, "and hands on the ground."

The kids comply, and I approach them. I don't ask them any questions, I just tell them that they are on my property, with weapons, and it was quite within my rights and abilities to simply shoot them all, pick them off one by one. They don't really say anything, but as I'm talking, they are dispersing, and my audience is getting smaller. There is a cabin or something there and I find one of their mothers and explain the same thing to her, that I very well could have killed the kids. She says something quietly defensive, like "but you wouldn't do that", and I answer that I might have a moral obligation, but according to the law, if they are on my property, it is my right. I'm holding the gun pointed to the ground, in a proper way, but with my hand on it, on my hip, like I'm ready to defend.

I cross the north side of the house, where there is a field with scattered herd animals, and a donkey comes running up to greet me.

Back in the house, I set the gun down and explain to whoever is there, I think Vera, what just happened. I'm getting ready for bed, and we're chatting about it. There were quite a few people wandering around, apparently because there was a big concert across the road, on the lower field of Mills' property. Apparently it was a Christian concert.