From: "Derrick" <firstname.lastname@example.org>
Wed Jan 18, 2006 1:33 am
Subject: About Jimmy
Harold, who was driving the ambulance,
looked in the Emergency
entrance lot, wondering where to park so no passers by would be
to see who was being brought in. A Schaefer Ambulance EMT
saw the Mayfair's situation and she hinted
to Harold that she was
moving her van ambulance to the side lot so he could get in with
Dr. Early was standing in the doorway with Kel Brackett to greet his
patient. The ambulance
doors came open as Roy was writing
his last note to Jimmy. ~Well Jimmy, here we are at Rampart
the best in the county. The doctors will take good care
of you here. It was nice meeting you. Come
see us at the station
when you get better.~ he said, pointing to the number on his
Jimmy said, with a grin. "You can count on that."
As Jimmy was unloaded by Harold
and Malcolm out of the ambulance,
Joe directed them. "Room Two. Is this our explosion victim?" he
"Yes, doc." said Roy, appearing out of the dark interior of
He got out and went into the doors, following his patient.
Dr. Brackett curiously followed behind
"Those face wounds look ugly, but there still is no change in the
degree of his tinnitus
and deafness. He remained stable and alert
throughout transport. I also got something to tell you
we get inside." Roy said to both of them.
The sextet entered the treatment
room that was used for lesser injured
trauma patients as a backup to the main trauma room. Rampart
was experimenting with a new trauma center concept, an idea
whole-heartedly embraced by all three
of her main ER doctors.
Jimmy was transferred off the ambulance gurney onto a hospital one.
looked at Jimmy again, then he turned to Joe and said. "Joe,
do you know who this is? It's Jimmy
"I was about to tell you the same thing, Kel." quoted Joe.
Joe went to a drawer
and pulled out a ruled style notebook.
Reaching into his doc's coat pocket, he pulled out his pen
and wrote in capital and small printed letters. ~Mr. Colorado,
can you tell me what happened?~ he
began, getting an
awareness level check in.
"I was starting my day job at the pier, when boom,
there was an
explosion. The next thing I knew, I couldn't hear anything after the
woke me up. My ears were hurting and ringing
something terrible when I found I could talk again."
~Do they still feel that way?~Joe asked in writing.
Jimmy's face wrinkled as
he grasped how he was feeling and he said,
"The quiet's about the same, but some of the pain has
gone away a
Then, a stunned Dixie McCall walked in and gasped when she saw Jimmy
Colorado lying on the gurney. Despite of who he was, she asked.
"Jimm--? What happened?"
Early filled her in.
"There was an explosion at the pier. He got blown off his feet and it
like it injured both of his ears. He can't hear a word we're saying,
but he can talk to us. I'm
going to take a look at his head, back and
neck in detail, even though there are no acute signs of
A concerned Dixie grabbed a stethoscope and a BP cuff and took
"BP's 140/90, pulse's 100 regular,...respirations are
twenty and normal." she said afterwards.
Roy was busy with the new trauma room's pulse oximeter machine
and a thermometer. "O2 sat is still
98%, .. and his temperature's
98.7 degrees F." he said.
Kel did a sensory/motor assessment
on Jimmy and he ran the list
of what he found through his head. ::Good capillary refill, normal
color and temperature to the extremities, all with purposeful
movement.:: The last test he said out
loud. "Negative on Babinski's.
What next, Joe?" he asked Early, who was in charge of Colorado's
"I examined his eyes already, Kel. His pupils appear to be equal, round,
conjugate. Skin temperature's still normal and dry to the touch.
Let's shift him to our monitor so
Roy can have his back. Dix, call Radiology.
I want a full skull series CT scan with special attention
given to both his middle
and inner ears. Also see if they can get me an anterior and lateral view
of that knee."
Brackett spoke up. "Also, Dix, call the lab to set up a spinal tap, I want to be|
sure this deafness
isn't being caused by a slow subdural or epidural bleed.
Draw blood for a full count CBC, platelets,
and hemoglobin. Call Dr. Jones
and have him set up for an EENT consult please, stat, after he views
slides and images." Kel ordered.
"I got it." Dix replied as she finished marking the
tests on Jimmy's chart.
Then she busied herself dialing out on the treatment room's phone.
on today for ears, nose and throat."
"Do you two have a minute?" Roy asked both doctors.
is it, Roy?" Dr. Brackett asked, looking up from the dressings
he was removing from both of Jimmy's
Roy led Dr. Brackett into a corner in the treatment room and
said. "Bill Mc Connikee
says that there will probably be a media
circus very soon, all over this place, wanting to know something
our patient's condition. The chief wants us all to keep a tight lid on it for the
of privacy because of Jimmy apparently being as big as a star
as he is. Can you arrange that?"
"Roy, you know you've got my word to keep everything confidential.
Did you hear that, Joe?" Kel asked
Early, hooking a thumb at Roy.
"Absolutely." Joe Early replied.
"And I'll hear, see and
speak no evil, too." Dix replied as she got off the
"I'll be sure to tell Mike Morton
about the press and staff gag order
which I guess by now has already been forwarded to our ER desk
from Fire Chief Houts. Mike'll probably let Dr. O'Brien know the same
as soon as he gets it." Joe said while he hooked Jimmy
up to the monitor so a suddenly treatment
room door appearing Johnny
could retrieve the squad's.
"Where have you been? Did the wind
take you away like Dorothy to
Oz?" Roy chuckled at his partner.
Johnny smiled at Roy as the
hospital attendants came to transfer
Jimmy to the brand new, experimental CT scanner lab down the
hallway. Being clever, Gage tapped Jimmy's shoulder in warning
with a wink, then he flipped Jimmy's
blanket half over his face and
the oxygen mask to help better conceal his identity from uninvolved
hospital staff and from the public wandering the halls around the
ER waiting room. "I, partner,
was having a meaningful conversation
with a beeeauutiful chick outside who's an EMT with Schaeffer's.
She said she likes me. And she told me she'd like to get into the
paramedic program one of these
days. And....we have a date for
next Saturday night!" he said happily.
"Oh? What's her name?"
"I've memorized it already. Matilda Emily Lynn Volskeld. The
nurses call her Mel
for short and they say she's a tomboy with a mouth
like a sailor." said Johnny. "I think I'm in
"You go for that type? I thought you like to go for the brainy,
kind of girl. Like that air hostess we met
coming home from that paramedic convention or that newspaper
journalist writing about firefighters from last year."
"Or like Valerie?" Johnny reminded
him sourly of their past
hit and run victim, the mother of three, that they had responded
when she had been struck by a motorist right in front of their squad's
bumper. "Heh. I've broadened
my horizons a bit since then."
"I remember befriending a young lady like that." replied Dix |
as she got into the conversation, reflecting
on her younger years
when she was actively dating. "She used to tell m--"
A page went out for
Dixie to report to the CT room, and she smiled.
"I'm needed to help with Colorado's scans apparently..."
As she left the room with Roy and Johnny, she finished
her previous line of thought, "Back
then, fellas, I was sweet and
treated people with the utmost respect and dignity." she said
her long elegant eyelashes. "But after hanging out with
Maude for a while, she showed me the real
value of things whenever
I needed to get angry to speed things up at work..." She slipped into
mock, but convincing Brackett like roar. "They didn't mess with me then
afterwards. And please don't
mess with me now!" she said in clear
birdline earshot of a curious knot of floor nurses who were
about whom they thought they just saw, at the desk outside the CT
room. "This place has been an insane asylum all day,
DATGUMMIT!" Dixie then slammed her charts on
the nurse's station
desktop to scatter them.
The gossiping nurses broke apart and fled before
they learned anything
concrete about who the man was in the CT room.
Roy and Johnny looked at McCall in amusement and she|
winked secretly back at them. Then they all
sighed at each other,
knowing that the day's stresses weren't over yet for her. :: Or for
thought DeSoto. The two paramedics shifted the weight
of the gear in their hands so they could both
wave a quick bye
for now to her.
"Well, let's get outta here, Johnny. Let's head back to the
rest of the guys should be back in an hour if all this the wind cooperates."
Roy. "A nap sounds real good. Chet had the right idea about all
of us getting some sleep earlier
at lunch time."
"Yeah, I'm even more tired now." Johnny said, yawning.
The bright afternoon
daylight made them squint as they neared
the ambulance doors.
"Whoa! Look at the wind out here."
Johnny said as he and Roy walked
outside the short distance to the squad. "It must be blowing sixty
miles per hour!"
"I guess so. Let's get in here in a hurry." Roy said after horsewhistling
to get his weather gaping partner to pay attention to him. He tossed
Gage the ignition keys so he'd
take the hint to take over driving the
squad for him. "My hair's being blown all over my head and
really bugging me." Roy replied.
"Put your helmet back on your head." Johnny teased.
"It's too late for that now." DeSoto grumbled.
The paramedics hastily put their gear back
inside the squad and
entered the cab. Johnny, as usual, had picked up the radio mic to report
back into service when he noticed that the wind was
shifting the squad a little as stiff gusts blew
by it. "Man, do you
feel that?" he asked Roy as he started the squad up.
"Feel what?" asked
a freely dozing, hand and elbow face
"The wind. It's rocking the squad!" said
"Big deal. It will take a tsunami to tip this thing over." said Roy.
about that." said Johnny. Gage pressed the button
on the mic and said. "L.A., Squad 51's available."
##Squad 51, L.A. clear. KMA 896. ## replied Sam Lanier on
the other end of the channel.
tell me, Romeo. What does this dreamy new date
Mel look like?" Roy asked Johnny as they pulled onto
"Well, she's about five foot five. She has long shiny brown hair
down to her waist. Not to skinny, but not too fat. Just how I
like 'em. She's been working for Schaffer's
only for a year she says
and her old man's a captain with the fire department in Daley City."
said, gripping the steering wheel.
"They've got a good department up there." Roy said. "Let's see|
if you'll hit the jackpot with her
this time and fare better than you
did with single mom Valerie."
"As a matter of fact, Jimmy
Colorado is supposed to be playing a
gig next weekend at the Beer-A-Bye-Bye uptown and I plan on
taking her there. I'm buying the tickets as soon as I get home." Gage
said. "You and Joanne can come
along, too, if you like. We can
call it a double date."
"You know, Junior. You amaze me. I'm
not much into music, but after
I got to know Jimmy a little bit on the way to Rampart, he's
me a real fan. He's got something about him that's ..real honest
and natural. Know what I mean? And
it most likely shows in his songs,
too, if the one I heard at the station is any kind of indicator."
"But I doubt if he'll heal up in time enough for that bar performance of
may have to cancel that one and schedule it for a later date."
Johnny, feeling let down said.
"Oh. You're right, pal. It might take
a while for his ears to heal up enough for all his hearing
back by then, if it ever does. But you never know." Gage said with a
wonderful these days."
Meanwhile at Rampart, Jimmy's CT scans came back to Joe Early.
He and Dr. Brackett were looking
them over with Dr. Nathan Jones
and the ear doc, O'Brien, in the CT viewing room.
"Well , what
do you see, Joe?" Kel asked.
"A little deviation to the cochlea here. The left eardrum is perforated
all right. But the right ear is appearing just as soft tissue trauma. Oh, and
there are no abnormalities
in the head and neck area. That knee will
just need an Ace bandage and a cortizone shot. He's lucky."
"What do you think, Nate? Steve?" Kel asked.
"Well, needing surgery's out
of the question. The hole's too clean.
But there's still going to be a little bleeding over the next
day or two
as his ears begin to heal, but it's nothing that I'm concerned about.
and deafness are probably just temporary effects from
the fluid buildup that came as a response to
the explosion's concussion
wave." said the specialist, O'Brien.
"So,... what I'm going to do is just keep him here until maybe later on |
tomorrow night. I'll start
him right away on antibiotics and pain reducing
ear drops. Tobradex'll do. He should start hearing
things by tonight
after those I.V. diuretics drain more out of his middle ears. My final
He'll heal up good as new within the next four to six weeks."
Dr. Jones said, too.
let's go tell Jimmy the good news." Joe Early said. "Dixie's
with him now managing his crowd control."
"A crowd? Already? That was fast." Kel remarked.
"News travels fast when you're
popular I guess." said Early.
Click for a music change..
From: "Cory Anda" <email@example.com>
Thu Jan 19, 2006 9:01 am
Subject: For the Love of Music..
Dixie McCall entered the holding
room next to the CT scanning
suite. The lights were subdued, but her eyes didn't miss the
of Station 51's backboard leaning against the wall.
::I'll take that out with me when I leave in
a few minutes.::
she decided mentally.
Jimmy Colorado, was dozing on a head raised, pillowless
gurney in the center of the room. He was no longer wearing oxygen
but another I.V. now hung next to
the one Johnny Gage had given
him. Walking quietly across the fawn carpetting, Dixie checked its
flow rate against the notation Dr. O'Brien had marked on his orders
page. ::Diuretics. Hmm.:: thought
Dixie. ::That probably means that
the spinal tap they did in here after all the scans came back negative
on blood from a head injury. Well, that's very good news, at least,
that the doctors hadn't yet visited Colorado with their
findings on his ER exam or CT tests yet.
She was about to leave
him to sleep more quietly when she saw a hastily scrawled notation
Johnny Gage on the run sheet to locate someone named Annie,
Jimmy's wife, to let her know about his
Sighing, Dixie sat down on a stool next to Jim and gently woke him
by pulling his
blankets, which had tumbled down below his waist, back
up to his shoulders.
Jim's eyes opened,
but the fatigue she had been expecting, wasn't there
in the slightest. His face opened up in a bright
smile. He said, "I remember
you. You came into the room in Emergency when all the doctors were
me over to see how I was doing. Hi, I'm Jim." and he held
out his I.V.less hand.
his and shook it. Then she wrote on a spare notes page.
~Hi, I'm Dixie, the head nurse around here.
How are you feeling now?~
"Oh. I'm a little sore still. But the breathing treatment I received
the ice packs for my knee are helping. The doctors told me they
have me propped up so I won't
get a headache from that back needle
test they did on me a bit ago."
~That was a spinal tap,
Mr. Colorado, and it's used to rule in or out
internal head injuries and illnesses.~ she wrote to
"So, how did I do?" Jimmy asked.|
~I'd say pretty good. See this?~ she wrote, pointing to the
hanging piggybacked alongside his first one.
~That is giving
you a medication that'll get rid of all the excess fluid in
your circulatory system in about a half
an hour. Seeing one of these
ordered by your assigned ENT, Dr. O'Brien, is a good sign. He only drains
middle ears like this when surgery's not indicated.~
"So, does that mean that I'm going to get
my hearing back, Miss...McCall?"
he asked, squinting to read her nametag without his glasses.
Dixie was honest. ~I can't say for sure, Jimmy. I'm not one of your doctors.~
she scribbled. ~But
do give me your wife's telephone number. Then we can
call Annie together to let her know what's happening.~
~Right now, if you'd like.~
"Oh, yes, please. She's probably worried sick
if any of this has gotten on the
news." he said with an anxious frown, writing down the number for
a paper towel using the pen she had with her.
~Nothing has, Jim. You and your records
are being isolated from everybody
except those directly involved in your recovery. You'll see myself,
or two who are guaranteed to not wag their tongues, and only your four
this point on until you're discharged. And that's it. I'm telling
you the truth that no reporters,
at all, have been knocking on your door.~
"How'd you arrange that?"
just say I learned a few things from a TV soap doctor last year about
hiding folks when they desperately
need to be hidden for the good of their
Jim laughed. "I appreciate what all you folks
are doing for me. I'm not a star.
I don't think I care to actually become one to tell you the truth.
All I know is that
I want to share the music that's inside of me to those who'll listen. And if
record or two will help pay the bills for me, my wife and for my baby daughter,
so much the better."
Dixie smiled, and picked up the phone. ~Shall we call your family now? I'll
be your relay. You
just tell me what to say so she knows I'm really legit, o.k.?~
A few minutes
later, the phone call was completed and Jim relaxed for the first
time since he was injured. Absently,
he began humming an unthinking melody
while Dixie took another set of vital signs for his progress
chart. Dixie began
smiling. Then she handed him the writing sheet. ~That's lovely. Is that one of
the songs you play regularly?~
Jimmy blushed. "No. I haven't ever sung it out loud to anyone yet.
I wrote it
thinking about Annie, last week, in about ten minutes, while on a ski lift." he admitted
with an amused grin. "I think I can still sing a bit of it in spite of being deafened like this.
My pitch's usually pretty good. This is about how it goes, Dixie." he said.
And then he softly
filled the room with a bright, love filled, very softly sung ballad
of incredible beauty.....
fill up my senses like a night in the forest.
Like a mountain in spring-time
like a walk in the
like a storm in the desert
like a sleepy blue ocean
You fill up my senses, come fill me
Come let me love you, let me give my life to you
Let me drown in your laughter, let
me die in your arms.
Let me lay down beside you, let me always be with you.
Come let me love you,
come love me again......
...There. And that's all of it." he shrugged. "It's so different from
that's ever come to me lyrics wise. I honestly don't know how my manager will
about it when I tell him that I came up with it in just a couple of minutes."
Dixie opened her
eyes and fiercely started to write.
~Mr. Colorado. If you don't produce that song, you will be losing
a very fine
chance to teach others about one of the truest lessons in life : how precious
is to love someone else without condition.~
"You really think so?" Jimmy asked, surprised.
~Look at the tears filling my eyes, Mr. Colorado. And you did that without
being anywhere near your
guitar. Any song worth its salt will move
people beyond words without a single solitary note of accompaniment
playing along with it. Trust me on that one.~
Jim looked at her face for a long, delving, soul
Then he handed her a kleenix from the box on his patient table.
sound enough endorsement for me, Miss McCall. So,
as soon as I'm better, I promise, I'll set up a
recording session and get
it down on tape. For the last thing I want to do is disappoint a busy nurse
in her own hospital." he grinned.
Dixie laughed warmly and dried her eyes just a few seconds
before the door
opened to admit Joe Early, Kel Brackett and the two specialists coming
their glowing prognoses.
From : Roxy Dee <firstname.lastname@example.org>
Sent : Friday, January 20, 2006 4:22 PM
Subject : On The Cliff Tops~~
It was two
days later at the station.
The gang was feasting on Marco's spaghetti with gusto
and all were
freshly showered and in new uniforms following
a routine abandoned house fire.
Roy and Johnny
were talking to themselves, being vague on
details. DeSoto raised his eyebrows while he gulped down
a large swallow of milk. "Was there any word on him yet
"Yeah." answered Johnny.
"Dixie says he's no longer in
the hospital. He got out yesterday. But she was tight lipped
any further news on him."
"She would have to be. Its those privacy laws, remember?"
"If it were that easy for paramedics to get information
about a previous patient, lawyers everywhere
would be suing us
left, right and center for unlawful practice."
Cap immediately knew who
it was they were talking about. He
framed a silent "shhh" to hush them.
"Pass me the Caesar's
dressing, please." said Chet, stuffing
his mouth full of french bread and butter.
that everybody. Chet's hungry enough to use a full
set of manners at the table." quipped Stoker.
for posterity, folks. I can't remember the last time he asked
"So says the man who usually doesn't talk much, with his mouth full."
Kelly grumbled, wiping his
with a napkin.
Cap's comment, topped them all, only barely tempered with
a smile. "Shut up
and eat, you twits, before we get another--"
RiinNNNggg! rang the phone.
"I'll get it.." said Gage, shoving away his empty plate with|
a belch. "L.A. County fire department.
This is Fireman John
Gage." A few seconds later, he nearly dropped the phone.
"Oh, uh.. hi there
Mr. Colorado. Uh, wow. You're finally talking
to me." he immediately bit his lip. "I....didn't exactly
the way it sounded. Heh. I meant it the other way meaning that
I'm ....very happy you got
your full hearing back."
Cap spun in his chair with a scrutinizing glare at Johnny
narrowed his eyes curiously at the name he had heard.
Gage said, "Uh huh.." whipping out his notepad
from his back
pants pocket. Furiously, he began to scribble down some
Roy piped up. "Johnny?"
Gage whirled with a hasty silencing gesture and
he gripped the
phone receiver even tighter against his head while plugging the
other ear. "Sure..
I have a couple of my own. Are you sure you
won't mind my bringing two, one each for Roy and myself?"
There was a pause. Then Johnny smiled hugely. "Sure. Tomorrow
morning would be fine. We both get off
at nine tonight. Ok,
I'm glad you're on your feet and doing so well. Roy and I were worried
ya. Yeah? Ok. Thank you. Thank you.. Bye.." and he clicked
the phone down into its wall cradle with
Then he collapsed on the wall in a sag of disbelief and celebration.
"Ooo, Roy. Do you
know you that was?!"
"You kinda told us." Hank snapped. "Should you have told us?"
He said I could." said Johnny. Then he scrambled over to his
partner, waving his paramedic note pad
in the air. "So our official
gag's lifted as of right now."
Cap's serious peg didn't let up.
Gage shrugged. "If you don't believe me, run a trace with the
phone company and listen to the
conversation yourself, Cap.
I wouldn't lie about a thing like that. I mean, after all, who do
take me for?"
"A total nutcake." Chet chuckled.
"Very funny, Chet. And it's too bad you're
"Invited to what?" Marco asked.
Hank told them briefly about their pier explosion
victim of the other day.
"No kidding?" Lopez said. "You met HIM? My mom really likes his music.
She cranks him up on the radio stations every chance she gets."
Cap's mouth fell into firm lines.
"What exactly did he say? If this is about
showing gratitude for helping him out, you know where the
on that one."
Gage's happy smile died away. "Well, Cap. I uh, he didn't exactly
to that effect.." he laughed weakly. "All he asked was whether or not I knew
who could show him how to ride a horse on the beach."
"You didn't..." Roy stared, flabbergasted.
"Well,... why not?" Johnny said unapologetically. "Naturally,
I said that I could help with that.
I do own a few of them."
"And what about that part about having one enough for me as well?"
Gage fell silent, feeling the weight of Cap's unwavering stare and Roy's ire
most acutely. "I was
doing you a favor, Roy. Didn't you say you had become
an instant fan of his to me? I thought you might
enjoy actually talking with him,
now that we can."
"I'm not a cowboy." Roy said, not looking
Hank started laughing hugely and broke off his captain's scowl. "Ok, I understand
a little better now. And that's not receiving a gift for services rendered.
I'd say that's unofficial
professional advisement on another topic. Have fun, Roy,
and don't forget to bring a pillow along
with your first aid kit for when you fall off."
Please refresh this page to restore original music track.
and Johnny pulled up in the rover that was hauling the double horse
trailer containing two of Johnny's
most trusted mustangs. Johnny put the
truck into park and said, "This must be it. The sign back there
on Aspen. Now there's nothing to horseback riding at all. All you gotta do
a bit in the saddle and let the horse do all the work."
"Easier said than done. A horse isn't
a bicycle. Which is about all I'm
able to handle riding wise. I never said I was a country boy."
"Well, Jimmy does on the radio. All the time."
"Never mind. Don't be such a
cynic. You'll have fun. Just think, if you fall
off, you'll have me around to care for you. We got
the jump bag in the back,
remember? And a CB radio. I also got ropes. Jimmy says he wants to
us an eagle nest he's discovered that he thinks no one else knows about.
And Bess will be able to
handle you. She takes the city kids' mane tugging
real fine and she doesn't even blink at saddle tippy
"It's not the horse I'm worried about." Roy sighed. Then he changed the subject.
a name for a ranch. Sounds like a penthouse party event." said Roy.
"Does he own all this?"
he's just renting a couple of stalls here. He said he leased his horse
at this coastal ranch because
it and its name reminded him of the
mountains back home where he's building a house in Aspen, CO.
said Johnny, handing Roy his cream colored five gallon hat that he once
wore in Santa Rosa
County. "I took the liberty of grabbing that out of your
locker when we left the station last night.
Shall we unload the horses next?
Jimmy said he'll be saddling his appaloosa in the driftwood corral
nearest to the beach."
"You lead Bess. She's bound to .... nip at my hair again."
"Can you blame her? It IS the color of straw.." Johnny smiled. "She's probably
hungry from the trip."
There was no mistaking Jimmy when they found him. He was wearing khaki
colored pants with a loose
white dress shirt etched with an ivy vine design.
His head was bare to the ocean breezes.
felt conspicuous in his hat. He didn't feel as comfortable in it as Johnny
seemed to be in his black
one. But then he relaxed when he saw that Colorado
wore boots just like they were wearing to ward
off the wet. Johnny tied
off both Bess and his horse, Eagle to the tangles of driftwood that
up the rustic fence.
"Hello there fellas! Glad you could make it out here today." greeted
"I didn't think I'd get lucky enough to find real horsemen smack dab
in the middle of Los Angeles.
I hope your captain doesn't mind that I'm
borrowing you two for this. He might get the wrong idea
about my intentions."
"No.. no. no.. We straightened him out about that right from the start when|
you called." Johnny grinned.
"It's a real pleasure to actually be able to
get through introductions this time. I'm Johnny Gage,
and this is Roy DeSoto,
that other man you met that day who was on the hospital phone." he kidded.
Then they offered Jim each their firm hand shakes in genuine heartfelt welcome.
"I'm glad to finally be sociable like a man ought to be.
I had a rough day with a headache yesterday
but then both my ears
decided to come back right at noon, just shortly before I called your
place to ask about where to find some horsemen." said Colorado.
"I just couldn't wait to start trying
to figure out my little horse problem
"Oh?" said Johnny. "He seems trained enough
and he's real calm here, even
with us being on his offside like this." Gage remarked with a practiced
for the black and white rear spotted appaloosa standing before them.
"Oh, I wasn't referring
to Stud Spider here. He belongs to James Brolin,
a good friend of mine. I meant my problem of being
a little apprehensive
about getting him to take on moving waves. I keep thinking he'll take
or something and pitch me right off. I tried that with him at the lake
back home and that's how I
wrenched the heck out of that knee you guys
found on me earlier last week at the pier."
is it now?" Roy asked, pointing to his right leg, in professional
"I have a brace
on it. Just a light one. And an ace wrap. I've been
cleared to ride as long as I don't overdo it."
"It's a piece of cake, Jimmy. All you have to do is point his head
at the water
and relax his neck reins a bit. His natural instinct to
wanna roll in the water will get him playful
and then he should start
listening to you real easy." said Gage, stroking the singer's glistening
"I sure hope so. Roy, you ride much?" asked Colorado.
"I know how to drive
a rescue squad. Does that count?" he laughed ruefully.
"It sure did for me the other day. Thanks,
you two, for then and now."
"No problem. Shall we take that spin on the beach? Bess and Eagle
set to go and I've already checked their hooves out. They're stone free."
The three took to their horses. Roy, a little bit more slowly. But he managed.
They spent a wonderful half hour, rushing their horses through the sea foam
and through the ocean
shallows, casting up spray that liberally coated
everyone's slacks up to the knees.
They were starting to cool down their mounts in the sharp breeze coming|
in from the water by leading
them from their reins when a ranch hand they
didn't know rushed up to them on a horse of his own.
"Jimmy! Jimmy! It's Ike. He's just radioed from his pickup half way up in the
hills. He says
he's spotted a hiker down from a fall up there. Looks like he
was trying to light a camp fire when
the wind took hold of it and fanned it up.
Cougar Rock's ledge's burning and we think that he had
to jump to avoid
getting fried by the flames."
"What?" Gage startled.
The ranch worker
went on, panicking. "I'm glad I found you. I've been trying
to find some of the ranchhands to ride
up there with me to go help him out."
Roy said, "Can we help? We're paramedics from the Los Angeles
fire department and we've climbing gear and first aid equipment
sputtered the man. "Oh, man. Just when we need ya. Let's
go." he said, starting to wheel his horse's
Johnny shouted. "Wait a minute. Let's go to my rover first. We'll
notify our dispatcher
and get a full rescue response started out here."
he said, getting into his own saddle.
and Roy followed suit and soon, they were on their way.
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