What Time Is It?

Every part of him hurt, and until he felt his body and checked his hands to see the scratches on them he hadn't even remebered that he had been in an accident of some kind. There was only one thing that he was sure of and that was the badge on his chest saying that he was a Deputy Sherrif. "Now where the hell is my car?" He thought to himself. Not seeing the car anywhere he found a bit of shade to sit in, after all he was in the desert and what he needed was shade and water till help came along.

Jim had no trouble remembering his name, it was just that he couldn't remember how the accident happened. Lost in thought Jim almost didn't hear a horse drawn wagon close by. With a shaky start he got up to intercept it and ask for help. What Jim saw surprised him, it was an honest to goodness old western style wagon being drawn by two horses and the drive was a female. The dress she wore gave her away. Jim thought ruefully, "I still have my powers of deduction. I just wish I knew what happened to my dam patrol car." The wagon pulled up next to Jim and a sweet sounding voice asked if he was ok. I think so, but I do need to get to a phone and a doctor if that's possible." He said as he climbed up next to the woman driver. "My name is Jim." He said sticking his hand out to shake the woman driver by the hand. The woman shook his hand and answered, "My name is Kate. My father has a ranch not to far from here. There's no phone, but my father is a doctor." Jim got a fair look at Kate's face. It had that dark wind and sunburnt look, but as yet she hadn't developed the leather skin that would come from expossure. He could also make out her figure inspite of the dress she was wearing. "She must be one good looking woaman." He thought then he passed out.