I swear, if I live to be a hundred I’ll never forget the stranger who saved my pappy’s life. It was another scorching day on the panhandle, and pappy and me was surrounded by ‘skeeters hungry for blood.

Then alla sudden, ZAP! something snatched one’a them bugs clean outta the air. Then another and another until every last varmint was gone.

I looked up in time to see a handsome stranger lick his chops and gallop into the distance. I never did learn his name…