...through the pre-dawn darkness over the West Texas plain. In the distance, a pack of yapping coyotes herald in the morning glow. Suddenly the stillness is shattered by the deafening roar of two 650 H.P. Stearmans. As the biplanes power down the short landing strip in an unmerciful cloud of West Texas red, one cannot imagine the awesome spectacle that is about to unfold above the canyons of the Red River.