A flash of lightening and a clap of thunder, followed by a baby's cry caused Lillian to patter down the hall in her bare feet. She started toward the crib as a gust of wind caused the curtains to flap wildly. Lightening lit the sky as she turned to close the open pane. On the opposite side of the window stood a large, black man in a buckskin shirt and beaded necklace, staring back at her. He was holding her daughter in his arms. The thunder drowned...