In the dust-choked towns of the frontier, legends whisper of a man who rides with a revolver on one hip and a defibrillator on the other. Some say he used to be an outlaw doctor, others swear he was a battlefield medic who saw too much blood and decided to make his own kind of justice.

They call him The Fastest Paddles in the West, not because of his draw speed, but because no one brings folks back from the brink faster. Bandits, bounty hunters, and desperados alike have all found themselves revived by a jolt of lightning and a gruff, “You’re not dying ‘til I say so.”

Between gunfights and cardiac arrests, he rides from town to town, saving lives, patching wounds, and leaving behind a trail of rumors, burn marks, and second chances. His weapon? Two volts of redemption and a steady hand. His code? Heal first, ask questions later.

So if you see a flash on the horizon and hear a faint “Clear!” echo through the canyons, you best check your pulse. Help’s on the way.