Ghost Of Native Americans?

I've wanted to share this story for quite some time. My first experience happened over twenty years ago. I was driving down the highway, and there was a point where a person could turn onto another road, leading to the right. There was a field there, at the intersection of the highway I was on, and the road to the right. As I was driving, I noticed something to my right, and turned quickly to look. I couldn't understand what I was seeing at first.

There were at least fifteen to twenty people standing in this field. There appeared to be people of all ages, from very young, to very old. They were dressed in old-fashioned clothes. The women had shawls over their heads, and wore long dresses. All of these people were looking at me, and the only way I can describe their expressions is to say that they all looked angry and upset. All of this took place in no more than a second or two, since I was driving, yet I can still remember the details of that evening. My husband and his father were in a car directly behind me, and when we reached our destination a few minutes later, I asked them who all of those people were. They hadn't seen anyone, but I saw them, plain as day.

I later found out that Native Americans lived there a long time ago, and had a very rough time. I plan to research this further.

My second major experience was about fifteen or so years ago. I was mowing the grass out in front of our house, and all of a sudden, I could literally feel the air change around me. It had been a warm, sunny day, and suddenly it felt a bit cooler, and was overcast.

I looked over to my right, and I saw (plain as day) a man mowing the grass in my yard. This man was using an old-fashioned push lawnmower, and appeared to be wearing chinos and plain white tank top. He was mostly bald, and seemed to be in his fifties. As in my other experience, this man was looking right at me. I wasn't frightened whatsoever, but he had this look on his face as if he was thinking "what are you doing here"? This experience also only lasted a second or two, but it remains clear and fresh in my mind.

I don't know what I've seen, or why I would see these things. I know for sure that the people in my experiences could see me too, as they were all looking directly at me. And I know for sure that I am telling the truth. I didn't ask for these experiences, but in a strange way I am honored that I had them. Does that make sense? I don't know, but I know I have no logical explanation for any of it. It just happened.