...in the A.M., just to add a little detail, and I hear feet crunching in the snow, leading up to my door. I'm up, playing on the webtubes, Mrs. Arquebus is taking a business call from work, so the lights are on in the house... and the doorbell rings. I pick up the G19 from my desk, where I had laid it down after coming home from the theater with the Missus, work a round into battery, and crack open the door. There's a guy of about 60, dressed sort of like a biker/veteran type, with white hair and a longish white beard, standing under a camo pork pie hat. He's maybe 5'7" in his boots, and he says that he's sorry to be calling so late, but he's been walking for several hours, and wants to know if he could please trouble me for a ride to the next town over, about 9 miles away. I can see he's not frostbit, and in addition to a couple of rings and a bracelet, he's also carrying a backpack. He's also moving kind of slowly, I can see... So I say give me a minute, I'll be right out. I load up the other Mod. 19, the S&W, and hand it to the little woman, and say lock the doors, I'll be back in 20 minutes. I come outside, with the first 19 in my field jacket pocket, see the guy's talking to someone on his cell phone, (!) and I do a quick visual sweep of the area to see if anyone else is about. I see nothing, get in the truck, and the fella (who introduces himself as Doug) climbs in. We set off, arrive safely at the next town over in 10 minutes, I drop him off, and refuse his offer of $8 for gas. He thanks me profusely, gets out, wishes me well, and I come home, right at the 20 minute mark as I said I would. I want to believe him when he says he's been walking as long as he has, because the wife and I just got back from the theater, and I recall seeing a guy walking on the side of the road, but don't remember where exactly. The time would have been right for it to have been him if he was a moderate pace... Still, the question of the hour is, did I miss anything? I had everything I needed; phone, Surefire, Glock, 4WD truck for the conditions, situational awareness, and the family locked up in place with plenty of light and a gun at the ready...Has this happened to anyone else? It was very late and damned cold, with a fair amount of wind to make it that much worse for anyone out on foot, I felt bad for the guy. I never got a straight answer as to why he was hoofing it for most of 16 miles, but he picked a rotten night to do it. What would you have done?