 He's got your misfortune and none of my own. If you tie I'll get along a little though. You'll know that the fairy will be your new home. And now for the adventures of Nighting Jim. You, Stephen, little cheatin', I saw you pull that card out of your sleeve. Not him's harsh words, cowboy. There's no cheatin' that the goldhorn do. No cheatin' why you pulled that card right out of your sleeve. And who's to say I did? I am a seein' soul. Now, you. Why you been losin' all even? I guess it's natural you'd try to bake off. I guess it's true what the poston says. When a man comes to the goldharshoe, he's just askin' to be robbed. You and your nuts. You're just a bunch of die-in' thieves and cheatin' pole cats that have robbed your own mother. Take that back. Take it back. You do point that gun at me. I didn't mean to do this. Hey, what's goin' on here? Lucky, what you got your shootin' iron out for? A raid. Sure, Lucky, it's a raid. And I'm askin' you a question. What you got that shootin' iron out for? Well, boss, there's somebody said to pull the card out of my sleeve. Eh, gettin' careless, eh, Lucky? You there, you lost much money? I'm cleaned out. Hehehe, cleaned out, eh? No, ain't that too bad. Here you do, take over this card game. You knew Lucky, you're comin' with me. I wanna talk to you. Now, look here, Reed, I was... Shut up, Lucky. See if you can get this through your thick skull. I'm boss of the goldharshoe, and what I say goes, see? And when I said no gunplay in here, that's just what I meant. No gunplay. But, boss, I was just... Keep that blablin' mouth of yours shut. I'm doin' the talkin'. Gunplay don't bring in the customers, and we need business in here, not the law. Ah, yeah, boss, yes. Now, we've got to keep our customers, and the horseshoes had plenty of trouble ever since that person come to town. Those Sunday meetings of his have run us pretty stiff competition. But we'll get even with them for that. Hey, boss, here comes Kendall and Trigger. Well, I'll see you later, Lucky. Yeah, yeah, yes, sir. Well, boss, here we are. How's things goin' in the horseshoe? You can see for yourself, Kendall. Half the tables are empty. Come on, boys, into the back room. That's somethin' special to tell it, boss. You bet I have. That fool Lucky pulled a gun in here tonight. Taking a lot for granted, ain't he? Sure is. What with that person keepin' most of the men out of the horseshoe here? And wooden-headed coyotes like Lucky drivin' off the few that do come in? Yeah, things sure are bad. Well, you all know what's been goin' on here lately. Ever since the person come to town, he's been holdin' meetings and talkin' to the women till there's hardly a man in town who's come to the horseshoe. It's time we was evenin' up to score. That's square. Yeah, that's so, boss. Right now, the Parsons collectin' money to build a church. Huh, looks like he was here to stay. Say, boss, say if... Say, what's the matter with you, trigger? I'm doin' the talkin'. But, boss, I got an idea. An idea? Yeah. Now, listen, trigger, get an idea. This is my business. Not yours. Get that straight. But me and some of the boys was thinkin' that maybe if we pulled a job, but totally... You went on this, too, Kendall? Oh, well, boss, no, not exactly. You know, some of the men in town here have had a good chance to save up their money since they quit comin' to the horseshoe. And I had just been thinkin' that the bank must have a lot more money than they used to take care of. Now, maybe we could just, uh, relieve them a part of it. So that's what you call thinkin' and gettin' the ideas? Yeah. Ha! The lucky thing you got me to do your head work for ya. Oh, you wanna start robin' me? Sure, boss. Me and the boys are good at it. Good at it? Well, you clumsy fools, you'd have the law down on us inside of a week. No. I've got a better plan. One that'll help us get even with that parson. And first off, we're stickin' to gamblin'. Ah, but there ain't no money in that. Not while a parson's in town, no. But the posey was to disappear. Well, then we could go on just like we walked before he came in. Hey, boss, you don't mean it. Yeah, maybe we could talk to him and, uh, sort of persuade him to leave town. Ha! That would be a good one, boss. And they do say, you know, that the parson's collected a nice sum of money for buildin' that new church and... Ha! Guess that'd sort of help us square up a cone. Look here. If you're takin' a robin' parson's, you can count me out, Reed. Oh, no, we won't trigger. You'll come along with us. We'll see to that, eh, Kendall? Sure will. As for the money for the new church, or maybe a few boys have got chicken-hearted all of a sudden, we can just call it insurance. Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! How's that, Kendall? Insurance that no other parson will come to town and start buildin' churches. And when do we ride, boss? Well, next Sunday afternoon, the parson's havin' a meetin' at Widow Burns. Now, here's what we'll do. Soon as the meetin's over, we'll pay the parson a little visit. Much of the credit of clearing up out lorry and crime in the Old West belongs to the parson's. Preachers who turn their backs on comfortable eastern congregations to bring the word of God to men and women in their new homes on the Great Western Plains. But the criminal element also needed the stern law of the Sixth Gun, wielded by such daring law officers as United States Marshal Lightning Jim Whipple and his deputy, Whitey Larson, whom we now find riding through a small western town on their way to Fort Anderson. You know, Whitey, it's very nice to go just ridin' along on a Sunday afternoon. We come to a town like this... See, Whitey, why don't we stop and see the window? Widow Burns? Sure. Why do you mind as well? I'll suggest that the road here was pure said ever before. Yeah, wait a minute, Whitey. How come you're so interested in the widow? Well, I see I see. I know you, Whitey, have taken to the widow's pie. You're right. Boy, she sure can make good pie, sir. Well, we'd better get to the widow's before your mouth starts watering. You're right. What's wrong, Whitey? Where? You're right, Whitey. Come on, let's go and talk to her. They won't you be surprised. Who thought it would work? Hello, Miss Burns. How do you do, Mrs. Burns? Well, I am lightning-gillin' Whitey. Where in the world did you come from? Well, now we're just on our way back to Fort Anderson. And we're just going to stop at your horse and see if you watch the call. Imagine me and you like this. Now you're coming right home with me and have a snack to eat. That would be nice, Miss Burns. How do you think of that, Whitey? Don't worry about Whitey. He got to thinking about them apple pies you baked last time we were jelly. Could hardly wait to get up to your house. What do you see there, Whitey? Burns, don't mind him, Whitey. Yes, we must have known you were coming. A big, three apple pie. Do you still keep them on the kitchen? I certainly do. But now, let's get back to the house. Get up, Fessy. Get up, old bear. I'll split my apple pie with you. I'm afraid you'll find the house tore up a bit. But you won't mind that, I know. You see, the parson was holding a meeting in our parlor this afternoon, and the folks just left. I see. And I just got through taking old Ma Tucker home. The parson, eh? You know, I've been hearing a lot about him lately. You are. She reads the candy like she meets him. You reckon you can do that as soon as we get to the house? He's boreding with me now. Oh, I see. He's home right now, straightening up the parlor. He's a fine seller, Marshal. And he'll sure be glad to see you. You could use some law and order in this town. That's so, ma'am. Yes, lighten. The gambling, drinking, and wickedness that goes on in this town is something terrible. Yeah, you must be thinking of the Gold Horse, you and that Andre Reed who runs it. That's just one of the places I'm thinking of. Well, you must tell me the parson's done wonders around here. Not nearly as much drinking and gambling going on. And he sure must have a tough job, too. Well, the parson says that most of our men are just fine. All they need is someone to remind them of their backbones. He says, or they'll stay out of trouble by themselves. Well, I reckon there's some gasses around these parts that don't like his work too well. Has he had any trouble? Not yet, lighten. Well, he's been mighty lucky, then, Miss Byrne. Hope he don't get into nothing he can't handle. Don't you worry about that, Marshal. He ain't afraid. You know, I think I'm going to like that part. You're me, too, lighten. That's such like he's getting like six bugs. I'll say he has. And plans, too. Have you heard, lighten? The parson's planning to build a church here, too. Think of it. A church? Well, well, I reckon this town needs one as bad as any. I hope it's good luck holds. I hope so, too. But the parson just got through telling me that with the money he collected today, we have nearly enough to stock-build it. Ain't that wonderful? Ah, joyous, Miss Byrne. I reckon the parson must be pretty proud of that bank account, eh? Bank account? He don't touch no bank money to the bank. No. There's been too many bank robberies around this part of the country. No, sir, Marshal. The parson keeps the money for the new church in his own little strongbox. In your horse? Sure. Why not? Now, don't you worry. Nobody's going to get that money away from him. Well, I'd say the parson's taking a mighty big risk. Well, you and Whitey can talk to the parson about that yourselves later. Perhaps after supper, or in the morning. I don't know, but look, young Miss Byrne, we ain't aiming to stay at your house. Don't you say a word, lighten. You're going to stay at my house tonight, all right? You can have my son. You see, I ain't forgot what you two did for my son and me and Pa. No, no, never mind that, Miss Byrne, but we'd be glad to stay, won't we, Whitey? You're in red, lighten. There won't that be swell to sleep in a real bed. Take him up, parson. Stay right where you are. Why, who are you? Not so loud there. There's no one here. You needn't be afraid. Who are you? Never mind who we are. Take a look around, boys, as if you can find the cash. All right. You there, keep an eye on the road. Want to make sure nobody'll disturb it. All right, boss, we'll find it. I know, it keeps it around here somewhere. Now you, parson, we've come to even up scores with you. Take that gun out of my ribs. Now listen, parson, I'm giving orders, not taking them. Now jab this gun into your ribs and you'll like it. Well, what do you want? You're leaving town, parson, and you're leaving now as fast as we can take you. I'm not going. My work is here and here I stay. Oh, so you're not going? No, sir. We'll see about that. I can't find the money, boss. Well, look for it, you black-gold maverick. I've been told a parson don't trust banks. Might a handy for us. Now look for that money. It's here somewhere. Not the money for the new tank. Sure, parson. You catch on quick. But you can't take that money. We can, huh? I'll reckon you owe it to us for the money we've lost since you came to town. Well, what's the matter? We can't find the money anywhere, boss. Then I know of another way to get it. Now, parson, where's that money? Start talking. You will never get it. Well, you won't talk, eh? Reckon, we'll have to persuade you. Reckon, zippered on this in your mind, parson. Oh! Oh, my arm! Oh, let go of my arm. You've had enough, parson. Should I get it? Oh, no, no, no. I'll tell you. I'll tell you where the money is. Oh, that's better, parson. Start talking. Where's the cash? Oh, it's in that cupboard. The cupboard there in the wall. But we looked there, boss. Look again and look careful. What if this parson guest was lying to us? Oh, there it is. See there? Way back on the side that opens toward the kitchen. No, no, no. You'll have to reach way back. Oh, no! Oh, I'll grab my gun, will you? Yes, that'll teach you a lesson, parson. Boss, you shot him. You shot the parson. And what if I did? You get that money and cut that big mouth of yours. Hey, boss. Boss, the widow's coming back. What? Come on, hurry, you butterfinger fools. Get that money. Boss, we've got a fetish. She's bringing two men with her. Two men with her? Let's see. There you are, sir. They're coming up the road right now. Hey, boss, they're coming here. Come on, boys. Make a break for her. What about the money? Never mind that. Come on. Look at her. Look at her. She asked for some money. No, sir. Yeah, you've been having collars, Mrs. Burns. You mean many. They sure are leaving in a hurry. Yeah. Know them then, Mrs. Burns. Why, no, like her. That's deep in here. Titan, I wonder if the parson's all right. Come on, buddy. We'll see about this. Mrs. Burns. You bet I will, Lightning. Woo, honey. Woo, boy. Easy, no. Come on, buddy. Follow me. Sure, I'm coming. Look like this. Yeah. Oh. It's got to parson. Come on, Lightning. Let's go after them. No, buddy. Wait. Wait. Parson ain't dead, and I've got an idea. Maybe he can tell us something that'll be worth more than all the riding you and me can do. Way to get you, Parson. Oh. Oh, here in the shoulder. But who? Who are you? I'm United States Marsh. This is my deputy. Oh, Parson. They shot you. Oh, just in the shoulder, Mrs. Burns. Thanks, the Lord. Well, I'll have that wound dressed and fixed up in a hurry. Now, tell us what happened, Parson. Well, they came in. A bunch of them. All mass. Yeah. The leader jabbed a gun in my ribs, and they told me they were taking me out of town. Did you identify them by the voices? Oh, I don't think so. The leader sounded like Reeve, the gambler. Yeah? That's so. Then what happened, Parson? Well, then they tried to find the money for the new church. Did I doze teeth in? Yes. And then I thought maybe if I told them the money was in the kitchen cupboard. Yes, Parson, yes. Well, I thought then I could grab the gun, but they grilled you. Yes. Parson, tell me, so they still think the money is here to here? Yes. They didn't have a chance to look much. Come on, buddy. We better be riding. Sure, sure. And Mrs. Burns, take care of the Parson and keep him out of sight. If anyone comes after him, just tell him he's dead. Dead? Lightning? Do as I say, Mrs. Burns. I've got a plan to catch them. There's every one of them. Come on, buddy. Let's go. What is Lightning's plan? Will he succeed in capturing Reed and his desperate band of outlaws? Part two of the Adventures of Lightning Jim follows immediately. Now for the Adventures of Lightning Jim in the Parson takes a hand. A short time after the shooting and attempted holdup of the Parson by Reed and his gang, a group of cowboys are lounging on the porch in front of the sheriff's office just across the street from the gold horseshoe when Lightning Jim and Whitey ride up. Oh, but Lightning, are you sure that's your plan for the first time? Sure it will, Whitey. I know them, Jasper. You wait and see. Both under war there, boys. Jas, hey, Jas. That's home for the sheriff. Don't you remember me? Well, I'll be a full-legged horn. Don't it look like Lightning Jim and Whitey? Boy, the United States Marshal. Well, welcome. How about you, Whitey? Oh, I see you so too. You're all glad to see you, all right. Whitey's right. But this ain't no time for cheering and fancy compliments. Hey, what's the matter with you? Get out of those horses and come right in. No, sir, sheriff. We're here on mighty important business. The Parson's been shot. The Parson? Yes, sheriff. I'd like to know who would do a dirty load-down trick like that. We'd like to know too. The Parson. Is he dead? Yes, yes. And a fine fellow he was, too. All right, sir. I'm sorry to hear about that. Parson's done a lot of good around these parts. You know, he's trying to figure out having a new church. Just a minute, Sheriff. There's something else you ought to know. He was planning on having a new church and was collecting money for it. Yes. That's right. Well, the money's gone. The money's gone, but... That's what I said. It's gone. Either them mavericks who shot the Parson carried it off with them, or else he had the money hit somewhere. And if he did, the secrets of that hide-and-place died with him. Why, those Steve and Robin murders, I bet they got it with them. Sheriff, how soon do you reckon you can get a posse together? Boys, here's how soon we can get a posse together. Well, we're riding right now. We're riding right now. Well done. Hey, Marshal, which way did the killers go? Off to the valley. We're riding after them killers, and we're riding now. Come on, boys. We're riding. That's the way, Marshal. Come on. Come on, buddy. Let's go thunder. So that's what they said. Are you sure, Kurt? Sure, boss. We're right there, standing outside the sheriff's office, while the Marshal and Lightning Jim Whipple were talking. Lightning Jim Whipple? Yeah. Boss, it must have been Lightning Jim, and that sweet deputy of his that rode up with the widow bird. Yeah, Kendall, that's who it must have been. Well, let them ride. Let them ride all they want to. They'll never get us that way. They don't know we've back-trailed it for town. He thinks that gives us just time to do what I've been thinking about, now that the Parson's out of the way. Now, look ahead, boss. I don't want to be in on no more of your plans. Killin' Parson's ain't in my line. And whatever else you mean to do... Shut up, Trigger. You're gettin' yellow. No. Now I ain't yellow. But I just don't like killin' Parson's. See? But I didn't mean to kill him. Only he grabbed my gun and... Now listen, Trigger. I'm boss here, whether you like it or not. Well, I've got enough on each one of you to see you're hangin' on the end of a rope. All right. All right, boss. What's on your mind, boss? I've just been thinkin'. Sir, what was it he said about the money? The Marshal said they didn't know where the money was. You hear that, boys? They can't find the money for the new church. They can't figure out if we stole it or if the Parson had it hid away someplace. Now, ain't that just too bad? Yeah, it was as mad as Hornet, all of them. Mad, were they? Well, here's somethin' that'll make them madder. They will square things with that Parson and fix it so no other skypilot will come to this town in a hurry. What are we gonna do, boss? Work and work fast before the Marshal and the Parsi come back. Well, Sheriff, yes, it's just about as far as white as me are goin'. Yeah, ring me safe for you to turn back now, Leidman. You understand your part of the plan, don't you, Sheriff? I do. You and White are sneakin' back into the widow's house. That's right. Then we can make sure that nothing will happen to the Parson or the widow. You and the Parsi used to hide in them cotton woods across the road from the house. If I don't miss my guest, they must come to make another try for the Parson's money. Thinkin' we're out lookin' for their trail. He'll be there, Marshal. Yeah, sure, Sheriff. We'll be lookin' for ya, and don't you forget to pour out to them trees when we yell for ya. Don't worry about that, Whitey. When the shootin' starts, we'll be there doin' our share. That's right. You close in around them. And where are the boys that can do it, too? That's right. Come on in, Whitey. We're goin' back to the widow's. Sure, Leitman, I'm ready. Then let's go thunder. Come on! Feelin' any better, Parson? Yes, Leitman. The widow treated me like her own son. Picked up my shoulder and put me to bed upstairs. Good hearted old soul, the widow. Good nighting. Are you sure your plan will work? Well, if I know anything about outlaws, yeah, figure it out for yourself. Them jasper's think you're dead, and that they're the only ones that know where to find the money for the new church. Yes, I know. I've never yet thrown outlaw. He'd pass up a chance to get his hands on some cash. Yes, but how about you and Whitey? Us, huh? They think we're out on the trail with Parson. But now, the sheriff and his boys are over in the cottonwood to cross the road preparing a little surprise party for them. Then you really think the bandits will come back here for the money tonight? They sure will, and when they come, we'll be ready for them. Whitey's keeping a watch at the back of the house. Now I'm keeping my eyes open right here. And I wish there was something I could do there. Don't you worry about that, Parson. You just take it easy. Hey, quick! Come here. What's the matter, Miss Burns? There you go. What you talkin' about? They're here. The bandits. I've heard them walkin' around in the kitchen. Come on. They'll have to look into this. I'm coming to you. Well, you ain't Parson. You stand right there in bed. But I'm going to help. Parson, you do like the Marshal says and stay there. You're a sick man. You can't go fight bandits. No, I wish I was strong and well. You'd be right where you are. The widow and me got some mighty important business to attend to. Come here to the top of the steps. You'll like Mrs. Burns. They're in the kitchen. Sounds like they're moving things in the cupboard. Yeah. Listen to them. I wonder how they got past what he did. Maybe they sneaked up on him and captured him. Well, it can't be many. I thought we'd have heard them in our eyes. What are you going to do? I'm going down after them jazz person and catch them red-handed. I'm coming to you. You better stay up there where you're safe. No, sir. Like him. I'm coming. Burns, I say you stick. Look at this. A gun. And I know how to handle it, too. A lone woman's got to know how to use a sick gun in these parts. All right. Come on then. You can be my deputy. All right, Marshal. I'll blast it outside by side with you. You stay here to put the stairs. I'm going into that kitchen alone. I'm coming with you. You're a deputy now. You're a day and order. Stay here like I tell you, Deputy Burns. And don't come unless I call for you. All right, Marshal. But be careful. Wait for the sky, you. No, don't shoot. It's me, right there. Mrs. Burns. Come here. Quick. One false move and I'll shoot the kill. Come here, Mrs. Burns. It's just me, right there. Yes, Deputy Burns. You can put away your guns. It's just Whitey. And look at him standing there with one of your apple pies in his hand. Whitey lost, and I was saving that pie for tomorrow. Oh, but I just thought that Sneaker on credit like in the C of the pie was in the good. Sneaker, Ralph. Well, you made enough noise for a whole gang about long. Well, horses, too. Well, I just thought that Whitey, you have a lot to learn about sneak and pies. Yeah, I guess so. Hey, Whitey, you were supposed to be watching the back of the house for them bandits. Well, I thought they could see us this well. Well, I was sitting here away. Whitey Larson, you're the dog gone to Deputy Marshall. I ever did see. Hey, Whitey. Look out at the window there. Them yespers are coming toward the house. Right, Whitey. It's a bandits. Swing open the door a little. No, Whitey. And you, Deputy Burns, you go upstairs and take care of the party. Yes, Marshal. I'll take care of it. Look, Whitey. Here they come. All right, Whitey. Pick them up, you pole tech. Reach for the sky. Hey! Hey, it's the law bank. Run for it, fellas. Run for it. Come on, man. There's only two of them. All right, Sheriff. Let them have it. We give up, Marshal. Drop your guns, boys. All right. Walk this way with your hands reaching for the sky. Well, Larson, I guess we got them this time, didn't we? Yes, Sheriff. Not one of them got away. And look, the cowardly pole catch is messed. We'll soon find out who they are, Sheriff. There. Read the gambler. All right, Whitey. Good on you. Sneak in worthless, yes. Put the masks on your face so you can rub the poison. All right, Whitey. Of all the yellow-hearted mavericks I've seen, these are the worst. You didn't dare to come out and fight and did your reason. And you have to pick on the parson. Here, if you can take your prisoners. Take them away and lock them up. You bet we will, Larson. All right, boys. Round up these coyotes. We're taking them to jail. All right, boys. All right, boys. Get away. Get away. Get away. Say, Lightning, excuse me, but I got to go back to the horse now. Why? What's the rush, Whitey? Well, I got to finish them with those pies. And so ends another thrilling chapter in the lives of those two famous marshals, Lightning Jim Whipple and Whitey Larson.