 And now for the thrill of the trail of the state's coach, Whitey. Yo, I think it was Tim Redskins, my god, listen. Hey, that was Redskins, all right. Howdy, Lightman. Well, calamity. It's a woman that men's crew, do you know? That's right, Whitey. And she's one of the most famous women on the plane. Whitey, meet up with Calamity Jane. Calamity Jane? You bring him in here. Calamity Jane earned a place among the heroic characters who lived, fought, and died in the wild and woolly country of the Old Western frontier. Indian and Army scout and driver of freighters and state coaches, a fearless and rugged woman who chose the hardships of a man's life in a land infested with outlaws, desperadoes, and hostile Indian tribes, she lived in those stirring days when the brave United States marshals were helping to establish and maintain law and order on the plane. She knew the dangers of the men who drove the early state coaches, holed up by the road agents and outlaw gangs and attacked by Indians. We return to those colorful days in the adventures of United States Marshal, Lightning Jim Whipple, and his deputy, Whitey Larson. Attracted by distant shots, the Marshal and his deputy raced along the stage trail and found a stage coach burning. They heard a voice, and Lightning recognized his old friend, Calamity Jane. Well, the firefighters almost stopped no lightning. They very much left it at stagecoach, by goodness. Yeah. Were you carrying any passengers, Calamity? Sure. Two men. Two men. Where are they? In that fire, burned up. What? Burned alive? No, they wasn't burned alive. Rifle bullets got them first. Well, Calamity, suppose you'd tell us what happened. Sure. I heard they were looking for drivers in the Cedarville stage line. Yeah. So I went to March Simpson. He's the owner and sheriff of Cedarville. Yeah. He said it's how they've been having trouble with holdups. Said it was a red skin. Didn't figure they'd put a woman on, but there weren't nobody else, so I got the job. I see. But what happened to our chair? I'm a-get into that. Well, this was my first trip. Had two men for passengers, a Wells Fargo box in the mail. When we got there, them red devils come a-soupin' out of them trees and yonder and began a shootin'. Any idea what tribe there was? Well, it was pretty dark, and size it didn't have much time to look close. I dropped down, but my foot slipped, and I went headfirst into the road. You're a bit hard as you get if he didn't. When I hit the ground, I started rolling down the bank into the brush. Didn't they come after you? They had, I don't reckon I'd be here talkin' to you. No, they must've forgot me. There was two busy killin' the two men and breakin' open the box in mail. And then they sat fire to the coach and rode off. How many do you figure there was? Mm, about 10 or so. About 10, huh? See, look, here's a bag on the ground. Eh, I picked it off. Let me see it, Wattie. Oh, here you are. No, that's the mail pouch. Yeah, and it's been rippled clean. Maybe they could have mail in the fire. Oh, I got a hunch they took it with them. Calamity, you say this stage line heads up at, uh, Cedarville? Yep, like I told ya. It's owned by Mark Simpson, and he's a sheriff, too. Well, there ain't much we can do here right now. We reckon we better mow the inter-Cedarville and break the news to Mark. It took going a woman to drive this stage, eh, Mark? Sure, sure. I couldn't get nobody else. Since them blasted redskins startin' to hold up the stages, ain't a man in town willing to risk his neck. Well, it appears like this is one time a man got more sense than a woman. Yeah, maybe so. But this female is more man than she is woman. Eh, what do you mean? Well, she wears a man's clothes. She can handle a team of horses and crack a stage driver's whip with a best of them. And she ain't appeared to nothin'. Eh, where'd she come from? What's her name? Eh, since she comes from the Black Hills, Round Deadwood calls herself Calamity Jane. Calamity Jane? Yeah, yeah, I hear it over. They say she's a regular wild cat when she gets mad. Well, I ain't hopin' that she meets up with no redskins, but I reckon she can take care of herself if she does. Say, have you reported these Indian hold up to the troopers? Sure, sure. I went over to Fort Anderson and told Colonel Steele. Eh, what'd they say? Eh, they said he thought it might be some of Chief Wolfpaw's work. Yeah, Wolfpaw's a bad Indian, all right. Yeah, but if the troopers don't get them red devils soon, I'll be losin' all my business. Like it's not, I'll be losin' the Wells Fargo and government contract. Eh, well, Mort, of course I know it's a bad time to buy a stagecoach line, but my offer to buy yours is still good. Oh, sure, sure. And if I sold out at your figure, Mike, I'd be givin' it to you for next to nothin'. Better think it over, Mort. Another hold up, and I'm likin' to change my mind. Well, I'm going to wait and see if the troopers catch up with Wolfpaw. Come on, Jim. Come on, Mort. Right behind you. Come on. Howdy, Mr. Simpson. Very calamity. Eh, what on earth are you doin' here? Where's the stage? Not on the trail. On the trail? You mean you was held up? Yep. Redskins? Yep. They come at us near Bear Creek, killed the two passengers, robbed the box, mailed, and burned up the coach. Stop print, Catfish. But how come they didn't get you? So off the coach and rolled into the brush. And these two jasper came along, and here we are. Eh, did you see the hold up mystery? No, we heard the shot, but when we got there, the coach was nearly burned to the ground. You see, uh, calamity, here's an old friend of mine. Oh. Say, I see you're wearing a Marshal's badge there. Yes. Here's my name's Whipple, Jim Whipple, from Fort Anderson. Lighten in Jim. Yeah, and this is my deputy, Whitey Larson. Howdy. Howdy. Oh, thank you. Pleased to meet you, sir. Oh, and this here's Mike Matheson. Uh, glad you know who you're, Mort. Don't howdy. Yeah, Mike owns the ranch north of town here. Seems like the redskins are causing plenty of trouble, Marshall. Yes. Colonel Steele told me you'd been down to see him, Chef, so he and Whitey come up to have a look around. Well, if you're looking for trouble, you'll ranch smack into it. Your damn redskins is plenty bad to tell you. Hey, uh, Marshall, you think it might be Wolfpaw? Maybe. But he ain't the only bad ombre in these parts. Well, I'm getting up a paucine going after their farmers. Uh, wait a minute. What we're doing there, sir? Trailing after the redskins at night is pretty risky. Hard telling how many engines they are in that party. Let, uh, let the troopers take care of the redskins. Yeah, sure. Sure. I know all of that. But I gotta do something. I'll be losing the welfare going government contracts. Sure, now. Well, I think we ought to go out and have a look at that coach. Uh, come on. Come on. I'll get some on the board and go out, sir, now. Well, all right, all right. Hey, you better come along, too, Calamity. Sure. How about you, Marshal? We already looked the ground over, Sheriff. Where, where did you get back? Well, let me know if you get any more ideas on all this business. Well, it looks like we've got a little work cut out for us, Wally. Hey, you think we better go back to Fort Anderson and get Colonel Steele to bring up the troopers? Not yet, Wally. There's some things I want to find out first. There's some questions I want to ask Calamity and the Sheriff. Well, see, here's the Sheriff. No. What's trouble, Sheriff? You look kind of excited. Sure. And you will be, too, when you hear what I got to say. Sit down. Tell us all about it. Now, we just went out the stage, straight away. Yeah. And when we was coming up on that burned stage, we seen red skin. What? Yeah. We opened fire on them and they headed through North Canyon. You followed them? Sure, sure. As far as Cottonwood goes, there's plenty of trails up there and then the red devils give us the slip. We'll see if I've got them red skins becoming back there. Yeah, I can't answer that one. But they were there. Marshal, we got to get the troopers up here pronto. Just a minute, Sheriff. I don't think we need the troopers here. You don't? Well, it's easy enough for you to say that, but you ain't got nothing to lose. I reckon I was a fool enough to take up Mike's offer. Mike is not a... Hold on, Sheriff. I don't mean to pry into your private affairs, but I might be interested in what you just said. You mean about Mike's offer? Yes. He wants to buy me out. That's what he does. You turned him down? Of course I did. I ain't so sure now, though, that I done right. When did you make this offer? About a month ago. When the red skins start holding up your stages? About three weeks ago. There's been one every week. When was the last time he talked to you about this? Today. Where's he now? Well, him and the rest of the boys went down to the cafe. Come on, buddy. Hey, you're late. Hey, say, where you going late then? Down to the cafe, Sheriff. Hey, but what are you going to do about them troopers? Yes, if we need troopers, I'll get them. Howdy, Sheriff. If it ain't calamity yourself. What are you doing in Cedarville, church? And I'm asking you the same. I heard they were looking for a stage driver, and I got the job. Stage driver? Yeah. Took off my first stage today. You mean you were driving that stage the red skins held up? Yep. Well, they thought everybody was killed. Well, if you believe that, church, you're talking to a ghost. Yeah, but how in the name of... Sheriff, come over here. I'll see you later, calamity. Of course, Sheriff. Howdy, boys. Howdy, calamity. I reckon the Sheriff told you the red skins were met on the trail. Yeah. Have you seen Mike Madsen, calamity? Sure. He's over at the corner talking to church. I knew him in Deadwoods. That's all. What's his trade, calamity? Well, it's a perspective until he got mixed up in some gambling trouble. He cleared out of Deadwoods. Listen, calamity, I want to ask you some questions. Sure. Come over here to the table. Come on. Hey, Mike. What do you suppose them red skins was doing? I don't know, sir. Listen, Mike. The boys is waiting for the payoffs. Shut up. There's a half-breed seven at the next tableware. Yeah. And he wasn't there when I come over. He's sleeping. Oh, no, he hates. You just watch. What's troubling you there, Indian? So you was, listenin' to us. Playin' how I'll fix him. Wait, put that gun away first. He's drawn a knife on me. Let's get... Drop that knife, Indian. Get that knife, buddy. And the gun, too. Hey, what's the big idea? Shootin' that gun out of my hand, mister. To keep both of you from committing murder. Well, what right do you got there? Hold on there, sir. Hold on. You're talkin' to the United States Marshal. That's lightin' on Jim from Fort Anerton. You mean like him? And Jim Whippo? Hey, what's going on there? What's this half-breed engine, Sheriff? He's drawn a knife on me. White man dropped gun first. That's a lie. That's right, Sheriff. The red skin pulled first. No. Oh, Sheriff, this year half-breed was here splin'. Splin' for who? Why, for the red skins has been holdin' up the thing. Hold on, boys. Hold on just a minute. Now, maybe he was mixed up with them red devils, and maybe he ain't. But as long as I'm the sheriff, he's gettin' a fair trial. Come on along, red skin. You're under arrest. Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on. Nice, nice. I saw that to a certain level. Good. Quiet, Whitey. Let's flip out this side door. You too, Calamity. Sure. Hey, the boys from the sheriff. Did Mike and Pepsi come out to Calamity? No, don't think so. They went up for the sheriff. Hey, Lightning, you think they might kill the red skin? No, I think the sheriff sees they don't. You think the red skin is mixed up and it's holdin' up? No, I'm sure he ain't. I know him. Hey, y'all. Sure. That's Indian Joe. He's a half-breed interpreter for Chief White Eagle. Y'all see, I know Chief White Eagle. He's the white man's friend. Sure he is. Well, then right in, you try to see him in there. Because right now I think he can do more good in jail. Calamity, you say you know Taz, huh? Sure. And I got a little scouting job for you. Sure. What do you want me to do? Get back inside the cafe. Keep your eye on Taz. Follow him when he leaves town. Find out where he goes. I don't have to tell you what to do. Just be careful. Sure. So long, boys. So long. Good luck. Good luck. Good luck. Good luck. Good luck. Good luck. Good luck. Good luck. Good luck. Good luck. Good luck. Good luck. Good luck. Good luck. Good luck. Well, no matter how this business turns out, I got to take off my hat to Calamity Jane. How will Calamity Jane and Indian Joe help Lightning Jim and why he solved the mystery of the stagecoach holdup? Well, you'll hear the exciting climax of this thrilling Lightning Jim adventure in part two, which follows immediately. Lightning Jim adventure. If you don't get them troopers. Yeah, if I already told you, I'll get the troopers if we need them. If we need them? Underration. The next thing we know, them redskins will be coming down here and burn down the town. I'm sorry, but I can't agree with you, Chef. I don't savvy you're talking to all, Marshall. Chef, do you think the half breed you arrested at the cafes mixed up in this business? Yeah, it sure looks like it to me. Probably come in to see if there was any more stages pulling out. No, you're wrong. I think I can prove it. Yeah, how are you going to do that? Let's go back and talk with the half breed. Do you mind? Ain't no use of talking to him. I tried it and he won't say nothing. He'll talk to me. Yeah, all right. But I'm telling you, you're wasting your time. Come on, buddy. Yeah, sure. It's for sale. I don't trust these redskins know how. Howdy, Joe. Ah, glad to see you, Marshall. Do you know this homebrew, Lightning? Sure. Chef, this is Lightning the Indian, Joe. One of Chief White Eagles, man. Chief White Eagles? Why, he's supposed to be friendly with a white man. Sure he is. Joe, the chef tells me Indians have been robbing and burning his stagecoaches. Indian don't do that. We seek coach on trail. When? Tonight. Tonight? Huh. We bring party of brave from White Eagle Camp. Well, Chef, that explains the Indians. You and the boys throw out on the trail tonight. Yeah, yes. But what about the redskins that held up the coach? Chef, I agree with Joe. I don't think the Indians did it. The Indians will take gold, but they ain't got no use for mail. And the mail bag was rippled. Well, and if it wasn't redskins, who was it? Well, it got me an idea, but we got to prove it. What's the matter? I clean forgot to tell you, Lightning. Just before you came in, I got word that the Overland stage is coming over the Cedarville Trail. When? Tonight. The road out of Minersville was washed out during the last rain, and the Overland stage is coming on the Cedarville Trail. Mike Mattson know about this? Well, sure, sure. He was in my office when the rider came in from Minersville and told me. Lightning, you think Mike is back aboard this? I don't know, but I got an idea. We'll find out tonight. Joe, wear your braves. Yeah, you wait for me. A cotton would go. Good. But now, Lightning, what's the matter? He in there. She went after that torque seller, and she ain't come back. No worries. She'll be back. Now, Joe, here's what I want you to do. I'll listen carefully. It comes, Mike, now. Hold it! I got some good news for you. Now, listen, Mike, I want to tell you something. Listen, we're pulling a big job tonight. But, Mike, I want to tell you something. Shut up, Kirk. Wait till I get to talking. I said, we're pulling a big job tonight. Now, listen. How would you like to take the Overland stage? Overland stage? Yeah. Now, listen. Listen. The Overland stage is coming over the Cedarville trail tonight. And we're taking it like we... Say... Say, who's that you got tied up there? That's what I've been trying to tell you, Mike. It's Calamity Jane. Calamity Jane? What? What are you doing here? Well, I seen her following me up North Canyon, so I doubled back and got her from ambush. She said she quit her job on the stage and was heading for Deadwood. That's a lie. She was sent up here to fly on us. She's a friend of Lighton and Jim. Yes, Jim. I mean, the United States... I figured it might be something like that. Yeah, that's good work, Kirk. We'll take care of Calamity Jane. What do you aim and do to her, Mike? We'll be taking her with us when we take the Overland stage. And when the coach burns, she'll be in it. Overlanders the pass into North Canyon. And this stretch of trail down to the creek is where all the holdup has been, huh? Right, right. Whoever done it's been making their getaway up the canyon. Joe, take your braves and spot them on both sides of this trail between here and the creek. And, Chef, you invite him. He'll hide behind them boulders over yonder. But, lighton, I just can't help thinking. What? Well, I just don't understand why Calamity Jane don't come back. And I told you not to worry. Calamity can take care of herself. Besides, we ain't got time to wait for her now. Overland stage is due here in a minute. Hey, you know, boys, I think Whitey's got stuck on Calamity. Oh, well, you fellas, go ahead and laugh. I think Calamity Jane is all right. Well, Calamity, how you like being tied on a horse? The horse is all right, but the all-over pole caps get mighty strong around you. Don't reckon she'll feel so good in a burning stagecoach. Now, listen, boys, I want you to listen closely. Now, the three stages we held up before was near the pass into North Canyon. Yeah, Mike, right there. Well, listen, listen, I know the olden stage is coming through. But seeing as how Calamity here come with spying on us, maybe Lighton and Jim are in a trap for us, huh? I don't like that. I don't like that. Listen, I figured this time we'll cut across to the stage trail west of the creek. That's about two miles from the pass. Now, we can take the stage and make a getaway for he knows what's happening. That sounds good, Mike. That's all right. Hey! It's Calamity! Come back here! She'll give us the slip, Mike. Ah, you fool. I told you to keep an eye on her, but she was tied up. Ah, shut up. Now, listen to what I'm going to tell you. See, the stage trail is right below us, you see? Now, listen, Kirk, you take half of the boys and go down to the pass into the North Canyon. Yeah. That is east of the creek. Uh-huh. I could, uh, haunt you be heading there to warn Lighton. Now, if you meet up with him, let him have us. Sure, I get you, Mike. Now, the rest of you come with me, see? We will take the Oberlin stage two miles west of the creek, like I said. All right? All right, come on. Well, Lighton, uh, looks like we got everything all set. Yeah, Joe and his redskins are coming both sides of the trail. I sure hope him dirty coyote shows up. See? See somebody's coming. Yeah, just come out of the North Canyon pass. Holy smoke, it's them. Hold your guns, chef. That's funny. He's stomping. Hi, Lighton. You've been here many steps till now, many years. Oh, yeah, Calamity. Yeah, we're in the name of Tarnation. You've been Calamity. Ah, they caught me up on the canyon. And the name of the tape, the Oberlin stage. Yeah? I had me tied up, but I got my hands loose and made a run for it. Yeah, who's doing the hold-up, Calamity? Mike Matlin and his galleys. Oh, that's fake galleys. You're right, Lighton. It's them. They're following me down. Yeah, but don't worry, Calamity. The Indian Joe and his redskins have trapped them for now. They're mixing it up. Let's go somewhere. Yeah. Come on, come on, come on. Sugi. Sugi. Good work, Joe. Indians catch these white men near past in Kenyon. Hey, these jaspers is dressed up in Indian clothes. Oh, but wait a second. This ain't the whole gang. Kirk, where's Mike and the rest of the boys? I don't know what you're talking about. Oh, yes, I do. Mike said he was able to hold up the Oberlin stage west of a creek. West of a creek? Yeah. He said he figured you'd be here, Lighton, in the name of the crossroads. Then these jaspers come down to get us while Mike goes after the stage. We'll tie up these jaspers and leave an Indian here to guard them. We are meeting that stage west of the creek, too. Who's Mike? All right, boys. Now, listen, take in the money box and burn in the coats. All right, boys. I've got the driver. I've got Mike Matson's whole gang. Here, boss man. Come on, get your dirty hands off of me, redskins. Oh, she was pretty smart, eh, Mike? You're not your gang like Indians. Sure. And I got more Indian deer up at the hideout. Yeah, and I reckon we'll find some of the loot there, too. And this is what that low-down skunk done to make me sell my stage liner. Let me add him. Hold on, chef. I reckon the United States government will take care of him in the right proper way. And, boys, I reckon we owe a vote of thanks to Indian Joe and his brave friends. That's right, Mike. I know. Just remember there's good Indians and bad ones. There's good and bad white men. But this time, the Indians beat Mike and his gang at their own game. Yeah, that's right. Oh, I see. I think that we also owe a vote of thanks to Calamity. Oh, my God. That doesn't do nothing. Oh, now, don't be modest, Calamity. Boys, Calamity helped save the overland stage. And I say we ought to let Calamity drive it into sea. Yes! Calamity is right! Go on, Calamity. Get up there and start moving. See, in that case, I'm going to sit with the driver, my God. And so ends another thrilling chapter in the lives of United States Marshal Lightning Jim Whipple and his deputy, Whitey Larson.