 Little doggies, you know that the fairy will be your new home. For the adventures of Lightning Jim. Looking for somebody, Marshall? You got any particular place you'd like me to stick this notice up? What is it? Just a notice given the bounty's on the man dead or alive whose names are on this list. Now, what's the idea of coming in here to tack your notice up, Marshall? There's plenty of other places in town. Seems like a good idea to me and a good place. I don't want no notices like that tackin' here. They don't add none to the gadi and the casino here aims to take care. You were on the side of law and order, ain't you, Barney? Certainly I am, but this here notice is... It's just what it says it is. And I hope nobody tears it down. That'd mean trouble. See you later, Barney. Right between the shoulder blades. I reckon you won't see me again, Marshall, or anyone else. The stories of the men who brought law and order to the Old West are chronicles of courage and daring. They are as much a national heritage as the deeds of any men in the history of our country. Men like Wild Bill Hickok, Buffalo Bill Cody, David Crockett, Wyatt Earp, and Bat Masterson. The list is a long one. And of such caliber were United States Marshal Lightning Jim Whipple and his deputy Whitey Larsen. We now find them discussing a dangerous assignment with their superior, the Attorney General. Lightning? Whitey? What I'm asking you two men to do now isn't exactly according to law. Well, Mr. Attorney General, I reckon we've had to make a few sachets before that wasn't exactly on the books. You're me. Well, I don't read together any of this. And you know as much about Correa as I do. The cesspool of the boarder, the sinkhole, the worst town in the United States. Yeah. I reckon there ain't a killer at large who ain't hit out in Correa at some time or another. Why don't the decent folks around there do something about Big Barney? Because there aren't any decent people in a position to do anything. Most of the population is Mexican. They're good people, all right. But they're not the type to try to buck Big Barney and his band of murdering Lobos. And the last marshal you sent down there didn't come back? No. But the reward notices he carried did come back. They were mailed back to us from Correa. Oh. Big Barney and his men think they can challenge the United States government, huh? Like then, I want you and Whitey to go down there and clean up Correa. I want you to wipe Barney and his buzzards off the map. They think they're tough. I want you to be tougher. I want you to show them and anybody else who's interested that the United States marshal's are just a little too tough for anybody to challenge and get away with it. Well, maybe there ain't no use to send both of us down there. Maybe just one of us is enough. Listen to the Swedish cyclone. Reckon he'd like to take the whole town on, single-handedly. Go and get the other hand tied behind me. What you think of that? I don't care how you do it, as long as it's done. You're to use your own judgment. And don't be afraid to shoot. In other words, Mr. Attorney General, you're dependent on the judgment of our gun. Oh, they judgment the Colonel Court. Well, one thing's sure. There is no appeal from a judgment of that kind. Whitey is right. There is no appeal from the judgment of Colonel Colt, which was the Westerner's way of referring to the Colt six-shooter or six-gun. So Lightning Jim and Whitey start out on their assignment, one which was virtual suicide, but they do not seem to be greatly concerned. In fact, as they're about five miles from their destination, the border town of Correo, the worst town in the United States, Whitey's only complaint is the rapid pace set by Lightning Jim and his big black horse, Thunder. I can't keep up with Thunder. Easy boy, easy Thunder. Easy boy. I'll tell you a few more days riding like we done, and I'll be worn off to my belt. Well, this ain't been exactly my idea of a pleasure, joint Whitey. But anyway, I reckon we're getting pretty close to Correo now. You see, you got any plans, Lightning Jim? I mean, you got any particular idea worked out for cleaning up on them slickers. Well, Whitey, when you step into a den of sidewinders, about the only good idea is to shoot and shoot fast. Lightning, look over there. Where? Oh, it's fire. Looks like a bad one, all right. See, I reckon we ought to go over and see if we could do something. Yeah, maybe so. Sounded like a woman screaming. Come on, Whitey, let's ride. See, nobody could put that tire out there. It looks like the horse will fall in a couple of minutes. Yeah, there's some horses there. See, they're just starting off. Lightning, there's that girl. Yeah. Look, she's tied to the saddle. I see all right. Come on, Thunder. Faster, boy, faster. Yeah, it's too slight. Give it to her, man. There's one down. There's another one. That's her. Jasper, get the way. I reckon we ought to pick him up later. You open the left. There you go. Oh, Thunder. Oh, boy. It's getting out. It's getting. Miss, you all right? It's good. Just a minute now. Yes, baby. That's a yellow belly. Bleed in a young girl this week. Now then, Miss, tell me what happened. Oh, Senor, you came in time to help me with my father. No, no, no, no. Just take it easy now. Me and my partner here, well, never we can help. Nobody can help. Nobody. Big Bonnie is bad. Doesn't mean what he is mean. Well, two of them in couldn't have bothered nobody no more. But the other one got away. He wrote to town. He will tell Bonnie about you two and that. Oh, now, Miss, if you would just kind of help us out a little, what was the trouble about? They came to there, those three, to take me to Barney for dental care. Barney, huh? That's the only way he can get his girls by force. My people, we are not trained to be the gun fighters. We wish to live in peace, but... Yeah, you spoke about your father, Miss, uh... And my name is Dolores. Dolores Sanchez. My father, my father would protect me from the trees. So they killed him and set fire to the house. You mean they shot him down in cold blood? We cannot get guns to protect ourselves in yours. Barney men search us and take away all our guns. That sounds like you and me will have to make ours work overtime, Whitey. Oh, that's just what I was thinking, too. But you must not write down to Correo, Seniors. They will be watching for you. They will kill you. The one who got away lies he has called. He will recognize you. Yeah, well, I hope he does. We'll find him and settle a little score with him. But you, if there's any place around here you can go to be safe. Seniors, I have a cousin in Correo in the Mexican quarter. Jose is a good man. He will take me in. I see. Is the back way to his place, Dolores? So you won't be seen getting into town? Yes, Seniors. I know trails that will bring me there. But you, you must not go into town. You will not lag long against Big Barney and his murderers. They will kill you if they have to shoot you in the back. Yeah, well, then we won't turn our backs on them. Come on, Dolores. You lead the way. About six o'clock that evening, Lightning Jim and Whitey are just entering the casino. Hotel, restaurant, tavern and dance hall run by Big Barney. They've left Dolores with Jose Sanchez, her cousin, promising to return later. They do not believe that they were seen entering the Mexican quarter with the girl. They know that Lides will be waiting for them in the casino, along with the rest of Barney's vicious murderers. Yeah, I didn't expect, you know what, I can tell that. Lightning, they're going to start something. Yeah, don't let nobody get back here, Whitey. Keep to the wall. Why don't you look where you're going? Bumping into people ain't healthier around here. I didn't bump into you, you just got them away. Yeah, I got in your way, yeah. Maybe you think you own this spot. Go on, move aside. If there ain't room for both of us here, yes, we'll have to remove you. Hey, get your room apart. Nobody can do that to a man full of Irish teacher. Did you hurt your hand, Jim? No, he wasn't really hard. Can you step over him, all right? Don't be particular where you put your feet. Anybody want to claim this dead weight? Your hand on there missed pretty quick, stranger. That man fall here is considered a pretty dangerous man to tangle with, yeah? Well, that's plum surprise. He don't look dangerous to me. What do you think, Whitey? Well, looking at him right now, he's about as dangerous as chicken that's already cooked. Even chickens can be poisoned, uh, some people. What's your business here, stranger? Oh, just passing through. Well, there's the room and the meals. Any objection? None at all. You can have the first room to the right or the head of the stairs. That ain't occupied now. Hey, do we, uh, just go on the stairs? Suit yourself. Well, I'll take $10 apiece first. Yeah, is that a house rule to pay in advance? Not always. But in your case, well, uh, you seem to be looking for trouble. Something might happen to you so you wouldn't be here in the morning. So, uh, I'll take my money in advance. All right. All right. There's your money. And don't worry, none but I will not be in here in the morning. Come along, Whitey. Hey, hey, why didn't you give me a sign to plug them two polecats, boss? Because I didn't want to cheat dart here out of the pleasure. Yeah, I'll take those two woodchicks apart. Yeah, they wish they never stuck their noses around. But you didn't do so good with a big one. They don't seem to scare you, see? Ah, hit me when I wasn't looking. But I'll get him. I'll get both of them. Just a minute now, listen. Those two men aren't to leave here alive. You understand that? You think they're law dogs, Bonnie? No, they're just a couple of cowhands drifting around looking for trouble. They think they're tough, taking Dolores Sanchez away from three of my men this afternoon. Getting two and then having none up to show their faces in town. Nobody can stand up to Big Bonnie that way. It might be a good idea not to kill them too soon. Hey, how about teaching them a lesson first, huh? Well, to take them apart in pieces? That's it. And let me do the taking apart. The job's yours. If you're big enough, but get them and get them permanent. If you don't live, what can cut a rusty like that on Big Bonnie? Hey, boss, I just seen Dolores Sanchez down in mixed town with her cousin, Jose. I was looking around like you told me to, and I seen her through the window. You sure it was her? I'm sure of it, boss. Good. Well, you, in fact, go down and get her. And bring the girl back here. I'll show those two gun toters that I get what I go after. What happens to Lightning Jim, Whitey, and the Mexican girl Dolores will be told in part two of the Adventures of Lightning Jim, which follows immediately. And now for part two of the Adventures of Lightning Jim. Big Bonnie has turned the little border town of Correo into a rendezvous for men wanted by the law for any and all crimes. He stripped the Mexican population of all guns, and his insane desire for power has led him to defy the government itself. Lightning Jim and Whitey have been sent to clean up the town for the violence if necessary. On the road leading into Correo, they rescued Dolores Sanchez, who is being brought to Big Bonnie for his dance hall. But Big Bonnie, learning that Dolores has been taken, decides that he's going to send men after her. While Lige and Fag are on their way to get Dolores, Lightning Jim and Whitey, upstairs in the hotel bedroom, are talking over the situation. It seems like Felder can't breathe real good, no pair. You know Whitey, I'm worried about Dolores. Dolores? When we took her to see her, Castle? Yeah, I know. If Bonnie wanted Dolores bad enough to send out three men, he ain't giving up, he says. Yeah, but they don't know that she's here in town. Maybe not. They'll make it in business to find out and find out quick. Let's get over there. Get Jose to take her out and hide us someplace. We get things lined up here. Yeah, or else until we get lined up ourselves. I tell you what, we get in alright, but I'm not so sure of what you're doing. Well, let's see how the land lays. Need nothing down below, like a thought. Really yet for the boys down below to start anything with us. We'll wait a little later for that. So, if we get out of here, go see Jose and sneak back in without them knowing nothing about it. That's the idea. What if it works? Come on. Jose, those two men had such braveness. I have never seen before. They were not even afraid when they rode in the bullet. But they would go to Correo to the casino. Not unless they would be killed. Big Barney would never let them leave the town alive. Oh, somehow I think you are wrong, Jose. Somehow, I think those two men would... Open up, you fancy country. They'll be out now. Open up! Big Barney, it's on me, Jose. Jose, what shall we do? I have a knife, Dolores. You get behind me. I will do what I can. Oh, didn't you? Well, that's going to cost you, Jose. Don't do not hurt him. He did nothing. I will come with you, but do not hurt my cousin. Be still, Dolores. Do not over yourself to beg from these bristleback pigs. Pig, John! Too easy a death. Get her off life. We'll tie him and let him bleed to death. Given plenty of time to think about his sins. Yeah. Well, Barney takes care of you, Dolores. It wasn't followed, that's certain. Nobody saw us leave, Whitey. No, I hope not, Lightning. See, these horses, they all look alike to me. Yeah, everybody turns in early around here. Nobody on the streets. No lights in the houses. Yes, it's safer that way. See there, that's the horse. Ain't it, Lightning? Yeah, I'm sure it is. Come on. We told him we'd not three times slow. Lightning, the door's open. Yeah. Lock's been busted. Looks like it's been shot off. So big, Barney did find this place then. Well, come on. Jose! Dolores! Oh, my God. Dolores. Oh, the love of his and Senors. Help me. I am bleeding to death. Whitey, it's Jose. Sure. You've come too late. He's gone. They have taken a few minutes past. They shoot me and take me here to die. Lightning damn devil's got to be blasted off the earth. You're all right there, Whitey. Ain't no other way to deal with him. Get some water and find the sheep someplace. You've got to get Jose fixed up. No, not me. Get Dolores. Save her, Senors. It is too late for me. But for her, he must try. We'll try, all right. Hurry with that water, Whitey. Well, take the gag off now. It won't do any good to yell any more. Welcome to the casino, Dolores. I... Yeah, you're going to do a lot, but you ain't going to do none of it. So calm down and get acquainted with your new home. Now, to me, you are not afraid of you. They have saved me once, they will save me again. Yeah, sir, good one that is. You reckon them two party cowhands is going to tackle a whole gang of us? They are not afraid of all of you. They are men, real men, not like you. You'll have to learn to keep your trap closed around here. You talk too much. Unless for your handsome heroes, they're upstairs right now and they can't get out. Until we carry them out. What are we doing all night, then? We've got to get back in the bedroom and try to find out where they got Dolores. Quiet, look. Look there. Look under our window. Oh, dead father is walking open down. He's guarding a room. Yeah. But we ain't there. Oh, my God. We've got to go before they put the guard up. Yeah, but that ain't so funny, Wally. That's our best way to get back in. There's too many of them in front. We'd never get in if you tried it that way. Yeah, tell you. That's not good to say. When we close enough, you'll be so loud enough to make the fellow turn over this way. I'll get you, Wally. Go ahead. But be quiet. We don't want to start any shooting yet. That's you, Ledge. What's the matter? Oh, I got some lightning. Good. Good. Wally, see them packing boxes over there. Help you tow a couple of them over. Yeah. There you are. Easy. Now, there's another one over there. Yeah. Now we can get back in the room easy. You're very, very much about this old man. Yeah, what you do with him? Take him along. Tie him up in the room. That's the best place for him. Yeah. Get him up on top of this. Drop box. Oh, he's here. Wait. Wait. We're not getting in the window. Now you have to lift him up. Yeah. All right now. Come on, Wally. Give me your hand. Quick. Here you are. There we are. We're back again. Yeah. Hey. This is the same glute I had to knock down earlier in the evening. What happened? Where? Keep still unless you want another cloud on the head. Yeah, are you? Fix me up a gag, Wally. And don't be too gentle about it. This warthog seems to need a lesson in manners. Yeah, that's right. Go ahead. But you can't get out of here alive. The boss give orders. You'll be sizzling the Hades before the night's over. And when you go out, I'll tell you that. Well, that's when we stop in a conversation that's getting on my nerves. Well, get your nerves in shape, Wally. Because here we go. Right. You mean you're going to walk right down there and shoot that out with him? I don't see no better way. Do you, Wally? No. Yesterday, no better way. We were told to use our six guns if we had to. And I guess we have to. We'll decide each other. Like we've done for years now. That makes me feel a lot better, Wally. Don't be too late, Wally. Wally, won't my cheek and hands with me? Yes, for the lock? No, of course not. Good luck, Wally. Good luck, Wally. Down below in the casino, nine men are waiting for the orders of Big Bonnie, who is still in his inner office. They're drinking and gambling and wondering what new torches Bonnie will devise for the two strangers who have aroused his anger. And down the stairs on cat feet, testing each step before venturing any further, come lightning gym and whiting. Two men against nine. Two United States marshals with orders to clean up a bad town in the only way it can be done. Softly they cross the hall and pause for a moment just outside the door. They look at each other for a second and lightning gym says, Remember, both of us in at the same time. Then jump sideways. We'll be against the wall that way. You're lightning. Well, come on. And with almost a single movement, the two men spring through the door. I understand Big Bonnie is give orders to get me and my partner. Well, here we are. Who's gonna start carrying out his orders? Five men are sitting around one table, their hands hidden. Three more are standing at the back with drinks in their hands. All eyes are turned on the two men facing them. And for an almost endless second, there's a silence filled with foreboding and evil. And then in a flash, Pag reach for his gun. But at the same time, lightning and whiting, double hands in the habit of their toes drop. Pag is dead, a bullet through his chest. One other man lies bleeding on the floor, but the other seven have plundered themselves under tables shooting as they move. Lightning gym has dropped to one knee, twisting as he fires. The side of his face is caught from a bullet, but one more man is down. One on the other side, whiting, solid, motionless except for his hands, tears through the smoke and shoots lies. Just as lies reach for a shotgun lying on the bar, with a crash to make sure he lands at the center of the ceiling falls. Flames licked at the floor, flickered hungry at the close of the fallen men. Smoke was so sick that lightning gym joked and flung himself on the floor as he reloaded. But whiting suddenly picked straight forward his gun sliding to the floor. Whiting boy! And lightning gym found himself alone, the only man on his feet. Then through the smoke filled room, leaping into blaze now from the smashed lantern, lightning gym is left arm dangling, reeled on his feet toward the office door of Big Barney. Come on out, Barney. I got you trapped. It's you and me. Come on out, you stinking old cat. And in the doorway, hands Big Barney, protected by the body of Dolores Sanchez, with one army holter in front of him, the other hand holds a gun. I'm going out of here. And if you make one move, I'll kill the girl. But Dolores bending swiftly with sudden strength, bites hard into Barney's wrist. With a subtle yell, he drops his gun. You she double, I'll kill you for that. But as Barney strikes Dolores hurling her to the blazing floor, Jim leaves at him dropping his own gun, and the two men sway together across the burning littered floor. Jim's strength is gone. He stumbles, falls, and Barney snatching up a fallen gun, aims at that lightning, when suddenly a shot comes from the doorway, and Barney pitches forward on the floor. Ladies, ladies, no, you hurt that. Whiting boy, I thought you was a goner. Sure, I get one in the head. But he has knocked me out, I guess. Well, let's get Dolores out of here. Sure. This place is burning up like this. Well, if the fire burns clean, and we were told to clean up this town. Sure. And this thing just cleaned up now like this. And so ends another thrilling adventure in the lives of those two famous marshals. Lightning Jim Whipple and Whiting Larsen.