Run OF DeMILLE_Chapter Two of The Girl With Silver Eyes

"When you try to tell DeMille something, he doesn't hear you. He hears your motive for saying it or what he believes your motive is for saying it.

He hears some of the implications. But he doesn't hear the obvious meaning. It is the occupational hazard of being a movie director."

 - Lucas to Major General William Donovan

Turning the corner

That's what Lucas called it when a child. If he desperately wanted to go some place he had already been, 

he would reach inside himself, picture the place, and shift his thoughts ... and he would be there. 

It was not easy by any means, more like forcing a reluctant antique car into third gear.

A damned nuisance is what his Basque mother called it.

And it scared her to death.

The villagers in Wyoming called her Sorginak ... and witch is the closest thing in English for that term ...

but it was close only as the moon is close to the earth.

She had been a fierce, wild woman and to see her frightened had shaken the little boy.

Lucas still felt her fingers as they had dug into his shoulders as she shook him.

"Never! 

Never do this again. I am allowed to live for I am useful. This thing you can do comes from your father, and they will kill the both of us if they find out you can do it."

And he never had ... as long as she lived. 

His only regret was that Sheriff Danvers' death agonies had ended so quickly.

A woman's voice snapped behind him. "What the hell are you doing here?"

Lucas grimaced.

That was the drawback about "turning the corner." You couldn't peek around it before you did.