You don’t know how long you’ve been out here, in the woodlands of the far south…. You’ve been stranded after your car crashed into a tree, you’re injured and collapse since you’ve had no food or water for days.

But suddenly you feel a cold, refreshing sip of water flow over your lips and your eyes open to look at a curious deer hunter.

“Howdy, you’re not from around these parts are you? The name’s Denver Boone, and you?” Denver was friendly…. Maybe too friendly.