I work in the oil field. I take care of oil and gas wells for a living after they’ve been completed. l must drive between the wells, averaging nearly 150 miles a day. One day, while going from one well to another on a 500-acre ranch, I saw two young kids riding towards me on horses. I waited for them to approach, figuring they were looking for some cattle I’d had seen earlier.
When they arrived I saw they were younger than I’d first thought, barely teenagers. I asked them if I could help and they said they hoped so. They couldn’t find their sister and were hoping I’d seen her. I said no but asked how I could help, explaining that I’d grown up in the country myself and would drop whatever I was doing to help. I knew this was dangerous country with a lot of cougars and wolves about. We discussed the situation and agreed I should look for their sister as I drove between the wells.
About an hour later I spotted a horse tied to a tree near a creek I had to cross, so I stopped and got out of my trunk. I found a girl in the water when I reached the creek bank. She was up to her neck in the water and thrashing about. I called out to ask if I could help her. She said, “My foot is stuck between a couple of rocks and I can’t get loose.” I told her I’d come and get her out, but she said, “You can’t,” turning pink, “I am naked.”
“If I don’t, you could drown,” I said. “Tell you what. I have a jacket in my truck. I’ll get your foot loose then you can wrap yourself in the jacket. I won’t look, I promise.” I fetched the jacked then dove into the water to help. I had to come back up for air twice but eventually got her foot free. I helped her to the shore, trying to keep my eyes from straying to her naked body. I wasn’t completely successful. I wrapped her up in my jacket then went into the bushes where she said she’d left her clothes. I found her clothes, but they’d been torn by something so I brought what was left of them back to her. Her panties were gone, as was her bra, the shirt had been torn to the point that it wouldn’t close over her breasts, and the shorts had been reduced to a very short skirt which barely covered her privates!
“What am I going to do?” She asked. “I can’t walk on my foot, and these won’t cover me if I hold onto you for support.”
“I’ll take you home. Let me call your parents first and tell them what has happened.” I called her parents to explain what had happened and that I would bring her home. Her parents then called her sisters, telling them I’d found her and asking them to fetch her horse, which was still tied to the tree. So I dropped her off at her house and went on to finish my wells.
A few days later I stopped by the house to make sure she was all right. I spoke with her and her mother for half an hour or so then finished my well route. Two weeks later I saw her riding near where I’d found her and stopped to talk with her. She asked if I would do her a favor and I said, “Yes, If I can.”
She asked, “Can I run the route with you sometime?” I thought about it. As a contact pumper, I could have someone riding with me whereas a company pumper could not. “I’ll open gates for you and save you time,” she continued. It is my way of paying you back for saving me.”
I told her, “You don’t have to do that. I always try to help people whenever I can.”
She insisted that she wanted to and so I agreed. Little did I know that that would open the floodgates.