Dumped in my lap a few minutes before five o'clock on Friday... The deputy dropped off a confused wanderer at our social services office. We aren't equipped to handle a tall, rustic cowboy who looks like he just stepped out of a movie Western, dust included. But the deputy's gone and the cowboy is suddenly my responsibility. Or is it the other way around? Hunt Weston announces he's come here to protect me! From what or whom, he doesn't...