Soon after I started my morning meditation, I saw a scene that reminded me of an old and faded Western movie. There were two men riding at a leisurely pace through a prairie. They were talking. Out of the blue, one of them dashed away as fast as he could. The other stopped his horse, pulled out his rifle, and aimed it at the fugitive. He shot twice but missed both times, and then his rifle seized. Beside himself with anger, he grabbed the rifle by the muzzle and spurred his horse into pursuit. When he caught up with the fugitive, he slammed him over the head with the butt of his rifle with all his might. The fugitive slumped forward, slid from his horse, and fell to the ground. At this point the scene dissolved and I resumed my meditation. An hour or so later, I am still puzzled by what I saw.