I was going home to see our land, the good medicine ranch, for the first time in many years and I knew some of my brothers had homesteaded there. I was going to see the developments and feel the climate, considering moving there myself and was with my girls and Teddy. We had met some people on the road, who also wanted to visit, they said there was quite a few buildings now. We got to the top of the hill and it was all cleared of trees, but we couldnt see the field down the hill. For some reason Teddy and I and the other people all had pistols, and felt gaurded. Sure enough suddenly we were being shot at, but not from down the hill where we expected to find dwellings. We were shot at from behind, the direction we had come from. We knew whoever lived here had a defense plan and had come up behind us and were hostile for some reason. I was trying to shout that this was my land too and I was only visiting my 40 acres. Someone shouted back that Shane (my second oldest brother) didn't want me there. We were ducking behind a house and none of us had shot back, but the feeling was of war. I woke up after I shouted "No one is keeping me from my home, your messing with the wrong jese, dont you know Im loco."