His brother, Bob was screaming, but he wasn't listening. He was tired of Jesse's arrogance. They were supposed to be equals, friends, blood brothers. That was why Cole had lost his temper. And when Cole Younger lost his temper, bad things happened.

So here they were: brawling in the middle of the street in the pouring down rain.

"Boys, we don't need this!"

Now Frank was screaming at them. Being the most intelligent man in the gang, Frank could see why Jesse and Cole fought all the time. They were too much alike. Both were fearless, tough, stubborn, and had an arrogant streak a mile wide. It was amazing that they hadn't killed each other a long time ago.

Cole was so enraged, he couldn't even remember what Jesse had said to make him tackle him and break out the saloon's glass window. Now that he was staring down Jesse with his pistol cocked, his brain was starting to catch up.

"Damn your arrogance, Jesse James!" Cole cried. "I'm sick of you treating me like your sidekick. We're supposed to be partners, brothers-in-arms!"

"I'm the true leader of this gang," Jesse countered. He was aiming his cocked pistol at Cole, well aware this could only end one of two ways. "You'll always be a haole!"

What was that supposed to mean?

"Danny, wake up!"

Danny snapped up from his desk to see McGarrett looking down at him, dark eyes full of concern.

"What happened?" Danny asked.

"You fell asleep. Are you all right?"

Danny looked around confused. It had all been so real. The war, the railroad, the robberies . . . He had seen everything as Cole Younger. He had felt it.

No, it was all just a dream. He wasn't an outlaw. He was a police officer. He had a daughter named Grace, who he loved more than anything. He lived in an apartment on Oahu. He owned a beautiful corvette that he hardly ever got to drive because his partner, Steve McGarrett . . .

Wait. Steve had been in his dream, also. Same dark hair and eyes, same smile, same attitude. As a matter of fact, he had been his partner in the dream as well. Just like in reality. Only he hadn't called him Steve. He called him Jesse.

Danny started to break out in a cold sweat. Why was he freaking out? Dreams weren't real. So why did he have the unshakeable sense that what he encountered in his dream had really happened? He had never believed in the paranormal. He had always been a stone cold skeptic, that is until he had met a real-life ghost. Could past lives and reincarnation also be real?

"Danny, you're scaring me," McGarrett said. "What's the matter?"

"I'm fine, Mom. I'm just tired. Trouble sleeping, you know?"

"Okay," McGarrett said with a sigh. "Just take it easy, will ya? You haven't been the same since Grace was kidnapped."

"I know," Danny said soberly. "I'm sorry. Maybe I've been pushing myself too hard lately."

"It's fine. Call it a day. Go home. That paperwork will still be there tomorrow."

Danny stood and clapped McGarrett on the back.

"Thanks, Cousin."