Po-Lin was a clone warrior fighting a battle in a distant star system in her delta-winged fighter. And when she took a hit in the chest from a maser cannon, she decided to go home for emergency treatment. But suffering from explosive decompression, and with blood everywhere, she dialled up the wrong portal coordinates. Evanston in Wyoming in 1961 was not where she wanted to go. But as the helmet, Po-Lin’s psychic link with the fighter would often say, Works for me . It also wasn’t where the Director of the Mercury Control Centre in Cape Canaveral wanted her to go, either. But Wyoming was in the United States, and that was good enough for now. Because although the Director cared about Po-Lin, it was her large ten-engined-fusion powered-delta-winged-inter-stellar-fighter that he really wanted. Oh, yes please . Robert O’Brian was on his way home when a black-clad woman wearing a helmet appeared on the road before him. He just managed to stop in time, but she still landed on the hood of his Thunderbird with a loud smack. And when she took her helmet off, and he saw her face and blonde hair, his heart and soul were suddenly, and irrevocably, hers. Ariana O’Brian had a fixed idea about the woman who would marry her son. She didn’t exist. None were ever going to be good enough. And she was well practiced in running any woman interested in her son out of town. Usually screaming as they ran. But the extra-terrestrial blonde bomb shell from outer space her son was currently in love with wasn’t any woman. But that wasn’t going to deter Ariana, who wasn’t afraid to use a tire iron to get her own way. Let battle commence. A Science Fiction Western Romantic Comedy of Errors.