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Then she asked that her online pseudonym not be revealed. But somehow it makes its way into the media.

And suddenly terrorist cyberspace is apprised of the invented persona she used to communicate with Anderson.

Shannen Rossmiller, aka khadija1417@hotmail.com, has been outed.

Rossmiller and her husband think it's retribution for disagreements Rossmiller had with the Army during the court-martial.

Prosecutors for whom Rossmiller was testifying, she says, requested all the files she created in her terrorist hunt, tens of thousands of documents she says had nothing to do with Anderson. She refused. She can't say for certain - and Army prosecutors won't discuss - whether this explains the release of her name.

Furious, Randy lashes out. "Now you live with the monster!" he tells her.

Soon enough, the monster bites.

A Turkish Muslim from Montreal phones Rossmiller's office. A clerk gets the call and tells Rossmiller that he says, "I get her."

It turns out that Rossmiller had been targeting the Montreal man - as she had Anderson and other extremists - in her guise as Khadija. And now he knows, and has her name and number.

Oh, God, Rossmiller thinks. My children!

Randy is shell-shocked. I just didn't know she swam in such dangerous waters, he tells himself. Of course, he had seen her at night on the computer.

But how did it go from her typing in the near-dark to this man Anderson getting an epic prison sentence to strangers on the phone vowing murder? It doesn't seem real. The Rossmillers continue to argue.

Still, the two can't stay mad at each other for long. They never could.

Randy has been the man for her forever, it seems. They played together as children; their fathers are friends.

Rossmiller did have a disastrous one-year marriage to another guy from high school. But after her divorce, she reconnected with Randy, a farmer with a little college who bowled her over with his charm and kindness. He has been her rock for 14 years now.

At a lanky 6-foot-3, 200 pounds, with olive skin, and a full head of brown hair flecked with gray, Randy suggests the actor Sam Shepard.

One of the first gifts he gave Rossmiller was a set of Time-Life books on serial killers. He understood.

She gave up going to law school for Randy, deciding to make him a home instead. But she could never be only a farm wife and mother. "All those women meeting to learn how to make scrapbooks?" she says. "Not for me."

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