Rescue

At a trot, my pony and I bounce along the Morris’s fields, getting fit for hunting. Another horse passes us, fully tacked, but riderless. In a minute, we come across his crime scene where his rider still lies helpless, awaiting rescue. But I need not interfere or pretend like a hero, 911 has already responded and sent out help. And here they come: three work trucks, each bearing the name of a different family-owned plumbing businesses. The Finns, Fagans, and Russos put aside their rivalries and adopt the brotherliness of the Peapack fire squad. The woman is in good hands.