Why, you! Listen, you young whelp! Nobody arrests Monk Savage. You're under arrest for murder.Īrrest? HAH! Did you hear that, gents, the butterfly kid is arresting me! He who sent me that message so I know it's true. Ha Ha Ha Did ya hear that, gents? Our little fly boy's gonna be a lawman. As Jim's only deputy, I'm taking his place. LAUGHTER FROM OTHERS IN BAR - BAR NOISES UNDER Yeah? What do you want me to do, help you catch some caterpillers? Ha ha! Ho Ho!! Well, if it ain't little Everett Barnes, the bug chaser. You're sittin' on a keg of blastin' powder. Maybe not, but my brother wanted it this way, so I'm going to carry out his wishes. I guess I'll have to be until election time comes up again.īein' a lawman is no job for you, Everett. Oh, excuse me, kid, didn't see the badge you were wearin'. Oh - oh - I'd just as soon try to pick up a black widow spider as arrest Monk Savage. Remember Everett, I'll be waiting for you.Īll right. Thomas wants me to help him work on the books tonight. And the best way to prove it is by going right into the Longhorn Cafe and arresting Monk Savage.Īnd you'll put it over. One was his brother and the other a very pretty young woman named Judy Mason. In fact only two people really understood Everett. Naturally such an occupation seemed utterly without rhyme or reason to most of the town's cow punchers and horse wranglers. The quiet, soft-: spoken brother of the Sheriff was an amateur entomologist. I want to see Everett, Jim Barnes' brother.Įverett Barnes had long been a mystery to the town of Cahill. First we'll take Jim's body home, back to the town of Cahill. Gee, there's no way of finding out who killed him. This is the first and I guess the last time in my life I'll ever believe a man wearing a mask.uhhh. I don't know why, stranger, maybe it's the way you talk or somethin'. Now I'm leavin' him all alone.ĭon't worry about your brother, Sheriff. That's funny - it's getting real chilly out here - even when the sun 's beatin' down. Only one that's important and that'd be hard to prove. Before I could get him to do that Monk broke him out.ĭid he mention any names that would help? If I could have got him and Monk in court.ĭid Slim say anything you could use as evidence? I had one of Monk's gunny's in jail a while back. What's the evidence you have against Savage and whoever's behind him. There's only one deputy, my brother, Everett. Proved who the real boss is behind Monk's gang and all their robbing and cattle stealing.
They were all wearing masks, just like you.īut I think I could have proved a case against them in court. See, Stranger, even if I was goin' to stick around, which I'm not, I couldn't prove that it was Monk and his gunslingers that nailed me. They split up here in the basin and I rode into their trap.
Him and his gang of sneakin', murdurin', cattle-rustlin'.Ībout 30 minutes ago. Monk Savage and his crew changed all that when they put this lead in my back. I've heard of you.īut, not for very much longer. You're a lawman aren't you? I noticed the star on your vest. You mean Monk Savage, the outlaw? We're not part of his gang. Now, lie still for a few moments till we get some hot water. I'll have to rip off your shirt so we can bandage your shoulder. Thanks for all you're trying to do, Stranger, but I won't live long enough to see that water boil. Dan, get us a some wood and build a fire. Good, now while I give him a drink of water, you fold the blanket into a pallet. Well, he's still alive, even with bullet wounds like these. (FX: LOW GRUNT AS HE KNEELS DOWN TO THE MAN ON THE GROUND.) You were right, Tonto, there is a man here. (HORSEMEN DISMOUNT, AND WALK QUICKLY TO THE MOANING MAN ON THE GROUND.)
"Whoa - whoa!" "Steady, big fella" "Whoa, Scout" His eyes now dimming rapidly saw three horsemen rein up their mounts a short distance from where he lay. Its ominous threat was in the stifling heat of a relentless sun and its certainty was in the eyes of a man who lay mortally wounded at the foot of Indian Bluff. It's ugly pattern was in the ugly swoop of a single buzzard that hovered high overhead. There was death in Piute Basin that afternoon. HOOFBEATS FADE TO MUSIC - BRING MUSIC UP (KEEP MUSIC UNDER ANNOUNCER) (from a distance) Come on, Silver! Let's go, big fella! Hi Yo, Silver - AWAAYY!! The Lone Ranger rides again! FX: LOUD HOOFBEATS Return with us now to those thrilling days of yesteryear.įrom out of the past come the thundering hoof beats of the great horse Silver. No where in the pages of history can one find a greater champion of justice. With his faithful Indian companion Tonto, the daring and resourceful masked rider of the plains led the fight for law and order in the early western United States. A FIERY HORSE WITH THE SPEED OF LIGHT, THE CLOUD OF DUST AND A : HEARTY "HI HO SILVER" - THE LONE RANGER!
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