 In my own city-tie, I'll get along with little doggies. You know that the fairy will be your new home. In his adventure, a lawman's bed, the town of Midville, a group of men were gathered in the Big Horn Cafe. Oh, Joe, I said, don't give a shit. Yes, sir, he, boys, there's plenty of gold up in them black hills. Why don't you hide-tail it up there, Dad? Dad? I said, why don't you go up to the black hills? That's what I'm saying. There's plenty of gold. You ought to go up there, Trigger. Well, kind of got the drop on you that time, Trigger. Yeah, the old buzzard can't hear nothing. Yeah, never mind the old man, Trigger. I got something to tell you and the boys. Call them over here. Sure. Hey, you fellas, quiet down. Boss wants to tell you something. Boys! Now, while we was out in the rain today, the citizen's committee in Midville appointed a new sheriff. We don't, ain't no sheriff. Ah, Jake's the law around here. Hey, who took the job, boss? Boy, the new sheriff is young Bill Byrd. Bill Byrd? Hey, this old man runs the Circle J cattle ranch. Yeah. Why, he's just a court. Ain't Morton funny? Well, if young Bill knows what's good for him and his fall, he'll be running the sheriff's office always. Hey, here he comes now, boy. Hey, look who's here, boys. Our new sheriff. Well, what can we do for you, Bill? I'm arresting one of your men, Slade. Oh, I see. Who is it? What's the charge? I got a warrant here charging Trigger with the murder of Ed Mason. Where are you? Well, I'll show you. Hold on, Trigger. Put that gun away. You letting him get away with Slade. Shut up. I'll do the talking. All right. Quiet, all of you. Sheriff, hey, figure you must have made a mistake. Now, I'm willing to pass it by this time, seeing as how you're kind of new with this law badge business. Ed Mason is shot down cold. He has drilled in the back and I got witnesses to prove Trigger done the shooting. That's a lie. Mason drawn first. How about it, boys? All right. Wait a minute now. Sheriff, are you ready to tear up that warrant? No, it's my duty to serve this warrant and I aim to take Trigger to jail. Is that final? I reckon so. It's up to the court to decide if he's guilty or not. Come on, Trigger. Put him up, Sheriff. I've got your cover. You can't get away with this. Never mind the talk. Take his gun, Trigger. Sure. That's better. I'll take that warrant, too. Just cause the citizen's committee says you can be Sheriff. Don't mean nothing. There's only one kind of law around these parts and that's my law. Give me the Sheriff's badge, Trigger. Sure. It's a prime pleasure. Here you are, boys. Well, well, a nice new badge. All shined up, too. Put it on, Jake. Take mine as well, baby. Yeah. Wait a minute. Hold on, boys. I got a better idea. Seeing as how some of the folks around here think that we ought to have a real Sheriff, I reckon we can point one ourselves. Who wants to be Sheriff? Not me, it's your dangerous. How about you, Trigger? Huh? Imagine me sitting around a jail all day. Hey, how about old Dad Morgan? Hey, wait. No, that's not a bad idea. Sure. Hey, come here, Dad. Hey. Come here. I ain't done nothing, Mr. Slade. Well, nobody said you did, Dad. I just want you to pin this badge on your shirt. That's all. What? Never mind. You're the new Sheriff. The Sheriff? Well, Bill Barnes is the Sheriff. No. You're the Sheriff now? Yes. Yes. He's the Sheriff already. Now, Bill, you can go back to your old man and the citizen's committee and tell him Dad Morgan is taking over your job. All right, Slade. You've got the draw. But I'm warning you, Mitt Bill's going to have some law and order, and it won't be your kind. Get moving, son. All right. I'll have the new Sheriff throw you in jail for disturbing the peace. Hey, hey, hey, wait a minute. What's the matter, Dad? Hey. What's the trouble? Why, don't Gunnett the Sheriff went off and clean for God his bed. Now, you as well. Slade and his gang have got the upper hand, and you can't fight them alone. But the honest ranchers and folks in town had organized and fight. We could lick Slade. Sure. But you can't make them see that. They want law and order, but they won't fight for it. I'm afraid that's the size of it. Let Dad Morgan be Slade's Sheriff, and he'll come back and help me with a Circle J. No, Pa. I'm not through yet. But you can't fight them alone. I don't aim to. What do you mean? I'm going to get the one man who can beat Slade to the draw. Who's that? Lightman Jim, the United States Marshal. It was the fearless and courageous United States Marshal who helped the troopers and local peace officers to bring law and order to the wild frontier country of the Old West. Those exciting and thrilling days when bandits, desperadoes, and hostile Indians roamed the plains, come back to us now in the colorful adventures of United States Marshal Lightning Jim Whipple and his faithful companion and deputy, Whitey Larson. We join the Marshal and his deputy around a campfire on the trail. It's so lovely, Slade, and that spiky smell's plenty good, I tell you. Yes, you're right. See, see, yeah, Blackie thinks it's good too. Hey, she's got almost as big appetite as you have, Whitey. Oh, Stetson. Yeah, and the next time you bring her along on a trip, I'm going to charge you for Blackie's food. Why, she eats more than a horse. More than a horse. Yeah, more than two horses. Hey, get that bacon off the fire, or it burns up. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. There's your right for talking so much, and you don't get no more in here. Oh, fine things. There's to be. Right here. Why, you uplift that coffee can off the fire too. Oh. Mm, mm. This bacon of mine is sure delicious. All right. All right. Oh. Oh, this coffee can is hot. You've got to be careful. You're dropping. I'm falling. Look out, Whitey. You believe me? Of all the clumsy somethings. Now, there goes a coffee all over the ground. Yeah, but that's the inverse part. What's the matter? You get burned with a hot coffee? No, but I'm sitting in the biscuit. Ha, ha, ha. That's right, Sunday. Give him a horse, Blackie. All right, all right. Take a laugh like a hyena. Even Blackie's laughing at you. Oh, yes, for that. You don't get no breakfast, Blackie. Never mind, Blackie. Your master's going to go hungry, too. Ha, ha, ha. Hey, Lightning, somebody's calling. Yeah, they're frightened fast, like he's in trouble. Oh, my, huh. Hold it. Howdy, Mrs. Howdy. Oh, there, pup. Yes, he's making friends with you already. Hey, she's a fine-looking dog, Mrs. Oh, I'll tell you she's plenty smart to tell you. Yes, she knows the heat more than the master. Oh, that's all right. Yeah, I think she's smarter than your horse, Tondar, Andy. Oh, how about that, Tondar? Ha, ha, ha, ha. Hey, that's the biggest black horse I've ever seen. Must be about 16 hands, at least. Yeah, you're a little short, Mr. He's 18 hands high. Oh, Moque, what a horse. Oh, if it's his name, Thunder, you must be Lightman Jim. That's right. My name is Bill Barnes. I'm from the Circle J Ranch near Midville. Glad to know you, Bill. This is my cook, Whitey Lars. Yes, sir, where you get that cook business? Well, look at your pants. Ain't they all messed up with flour and biscuit dough? Yes, oh, damn. I'm going to lose my temper like garlic. And then, here's our shot. The government's better be looking for new morphs. You see, Bill, when Whitey ain't falling down and spilling coffee and sitting in biscuits, he kind of acts as much better. I see. Yes, then, I'll listen, Bill. He does all the talking, but I do all the work. Oh! I catch the benefits when he gets the credit. Well, I wouldn't let him get away with it. Neither would I. It's confidential. I hope he don't care. Oh, don't worry. He can get rid of me that easily. Well, Bill, the way you come galloping up here, I thought it might be in some kind of trouble. I am in trouble. Is that so? Yeah. We need your help, Lightman. Who's we? The honest folks that live around Midville. There's a gang of outlaws and rushlers that are running the town. Can't get the boys to fight, so I thought maybe that you'd help me. I see. Well, let's go over and sit by campfire, and you can tell us the whole story. Sure. Hey, you're going to like him. That sounds like some action. Yeah. You want some action with him? Oh, you've got your life. All right. Stir up the fire. Heat up some more coffee and fry some more bacon. It's getting all heavy, isn't it? And you might scrape that flour and dough off your pants, too. It's not there for another batch of biscuits. Yeah, but I told you I ain't nothing. You wanted action, so let's have it. All right. I'll give you some action. Action. All right, boys. Now, we've got some work to do tonight. Yeah. What's up, boss? We are going after the Circle J cattle. That's right. Jeff Barnes is out there. Yeah, that's right. About time we showed Jeff Barnes and young Bill who was born in Midville. You're right. You're right. You're right. Circle J has some good stock on the range, and we can get it. All right. I'll give you some action. Action. All right, boys. Now, we've got some work to do tonight. Yeah. What's up, boss? We can get it. Yeah. How is it there? We ought to get it. Hey, boys. Here comes your sheriff. Look out, boys. It's the sheriff. Well, you catch any bandits, you're dead. And I ain't aiming to catch bandits. We did that and slapped a whole lot of them in jail. What do you want, Dad? Listen, Mrs. Lane, I don't want to be sheriff no more. Why not? Hey, why don't you want to be sheriff? That's what I said. I don't want to be sheriff. Go on back to the jail. Well, what for? I ain't done nothing. You can't put me in jail. There's one left, one left. All my life, I've been prosecuted for gold, and I never heard of nobody finding a gold mine in the jail. Come on, boys. Let's make the sheriff dance. Come on. It's enough, boys. Now, the Circle J cattle is ranging near Cedar Gulf. And here's what we are going to do. Oh, that's a good one. Yeah, don't worry about that. She won't get lost. Well, we're almost there, boys. Circle J is down below us, in that valley under. Something, Jupiter. What's wrong, Bill? Look, down there in the valley. Yeah, and that fires up the Circle J. Come on, boys. Let's go find her. Hard to get back to base. What happened, boy? Now, they set fire to the house and wrestled their herd out of Cedar Gulf. What? A dirty thief and pack a coyote. Yeah, they wasn't satisfied with burning the house and stealing the cattle. They drilled three of the boys right in the house. Oh, don't down killers. There you are, like them. That's Jake Slade's way of getting back at me for trying to be sure. We got to get him. Let's go. What's going to happen when Lightning Jim and Whitey meet Jake Slade and his gang? You'll hear the exciting climax of this thrilling Lightning Jim adventure in part two, which follows immediately. And now for part two of the Lightning Jim adventure, a lawman's badge. A gang of outlaws and rustlers headed by Jake Slade had terrorized the folks around the plains town of Midville. They stole cattle and were in control of the town. Young Bill Barnes, son of a local rancher, sought help in his fight against Slade. He went to Fort Anderson and brought Lightning Jim and his deputy Whitey Larson back to Midville. When they arrived at the Barnes ranch, they found the house burning and the cattle gone. A few hours later... Yeah, boys, fire's all out now. There isn't much left of the house. You're chief burned down to the ground. Sorry we didn't get there soon, Mr. Barnes. Yeah, sure am I. But Paul, how did they set fire to the house without you knowing it? I heard some shooting down in the south range. So me and the boys who was here went down to see what was going on. Did you see anybody? No. When they came back, the house was burning. Then Pete came riding in from Cedar Goats, said a gang of rustlers shot down three of her boys and made off with her herd. And so only you come up. Did Pete recognize them to the rider? No, it was too dark. He wasn't closing out. Well, it was Slade's gang all right. Well, sure am. Rick and Bill's told you about the trouble we've been having. Yeah. They didn't like the idea of Bill taking over the job as sheriff. Yeah, I went into the cafe to arrest one of these men and they got the drop on me. Pulled off my badge and give it to old Dad Morgan. He won a Slade's, then? No, he's an old prospector. He's kind of deaf and wouldn't hurt nobody. And he's a sheriff now. Yep. Looks like this Slade's but don't have much respect for the law. Well, right now he is the law in Midville. Bill tells me that you can get the ranchers and folks in town to fight Slade. That's right, Marshall. You can see why. Burning down her house, stealing her cattle, killing her boys. And Slade's way of getting even with Bill. Thank you. Yeah, I'd like to meet up with him right now. I'd blast his head off. Come on, Liza, let's get out of here. Hold on, Bill, not so fast. You're still hankering on being a sheriff of Midville? Sure. All right. If you want to show folks you can do the job according to law. So far we ain't got no proof that the Slade's gang will burn the house and stole the cattle. But it must have been Slade's gang. Sure, we've got good reason to think that, but we've got to prove it. We can't win town to downslade because we think he's guilty. That's right, Bill. Well, what do you suggest, Liza? I got a hunch maybe we can smoke Slade and his gang into the open. Yeah? Bill, who was the man you was aiming to arrest? A fellow they called Trigger. He killed Ed Mason and helped Russell and Mason cattle. All right. That's where we're going to start. Mr. Bond, you can help us, too. Sure, I'll do anything you say, Landon. You go round to the ranchers and gather up all the men you can get hold of and bring them back here. Sure. I want them to see what's happened here and talk to them. Bill, you and Whitey and me are going in town and see the sheriff. Blackey! Better leave the dog out here, Whitey. Yeah, Blackey. You stay here with the horses now. No, no, it's Markin. That's the death he wouldn't hear. Well, Lightning, what you know about that? The sheriff is sleeping on the job. Yeah, he's done plenty of wood, too. Well, I guess I'd better wake him up. I'm going to shoot in the sawdust box. Don't shoot! Don't shoot! Take it easy, Dad. Hey! Quiet, Bill Barnes. Yeah, fine sheriff, you are. Hey! What's that? I said, you're a fine sheriff. No way! I don't want to be sheriff. Why don't you quit? Oh, Slade won't let me. Then, Bernie's hide. I've got to stay here and jail. I ain't done nothing wrong. Hey, Bill, you take this bastard and you'll be the sheriff. Let me go on out of here. What did you do to... Hey, who are these fellas? This is Lightning and Jim. Who'd you say? Lightning and Jim, the United States Marshal. That's all. Sorry, Sheriff. This is my deputy, Whitey Larson. Kid Cousin? No, Whitey Larson. Hey! I said my name is Whitey Larson. Hey! Larson! Huh? Larson! Yeah? I give up. Where? I used to know Larson down in Dodge City. I give up. Wait, what's the matter? Is it all up to you? What do you boys want? We're going to help you to be sheriff. You're good. You can give me a minute. What's going on out there? Come on. Let's find out. Help me! You've got to get right out of these hands. Great for the sky, Mr. Quick. What's the big idea? That dog was aiming to bite me. Oh, and her aim was good, too. I think she got some of your pants by Godly. Get his guns, Bill. Sure. He likes to shoot somebody in tights on them from the heat. Yeah, it looks like this jasper was aiming to get away with him. That's a lie. You can't prove that. Well, we don't need no more proof, Mr. What's going on here? That time you were showing up. Hey! What took you so long? Couldn't find my gun. Better get it now. Hey, Larson! Do you want to shoot somebody? Who do you want me to shoot? Nobody. Oh, well, why didn't you say so? Chef, this man tried to steal my horse. He did? Yeah, arrest him. Oh, but I can't do that. He's one of the great slaves, man. Take it back from the head-off. You arrest him, or I'll put you in jail with him. No, now you can't do that. Well, then put him in jail, now. There you wait and take slay to his part, this. When he gets back in town, he'll show you who's the law around here. Go on, Chef. Take him inside and lock him up. Remember, the government will back you up. You mean the government will protect me? Sure. I'm appointing you. My deputy, Moss. I'll be dead burned. Why didn't you say so before? Get moving there, trigger. Come on. Get moving there before I start shooting. You'll pay for this, won't you? I can't hear you, but I can shoot. I beg your pardon. The old man thinks it's real important. He sure does. Well, played me the old man's chef, and we're seeing that he carries out the law. Well, so that trigger feller taught you what's going to steal thunder. Yeah, it looks like it. Yeah, I told you Blackie was a smart dog. Here, she won't let him get away. Come, Blackie, you're a good dog. All right. What's our next move, Lighton? Well, I reckon your father's got the boys together. You ought to be waiting for us at the ranch. Yeah, Paul, have them there all right. Yeah, but then what about this slave seller? How are we going to get him? Boys, I got a plan in mind, and if it works, we might be able to clean up this slayed gang tonight. You're going to mock that, boys. Good work, Chef. Hey. I say that's good, Chef. But what's going to happen when Jake comes back? Do you know where Slade is? Sure, trigger says he's up in Box Canyon. He's sure going to be plenty mad. Yeah, if I've got one more job for you. Are you talking to me? Yeah, come along. I want to talk to you. Oh, I thought you said something about another job. I want you to meet up with the fighting of the United States Marshal and the Plains, Lighton and Jim Whirlpool. Thanks, boys. I ain't much at making speeches, but what I've got to say concerns everyone of you. Now, I know all about Jake Slade and his gang. I know he's got to pack a hired gunman that have been killing folks and stealing your capture. Now, Bill here tells me there's about 50 men in Slade's gang. Well, it's almost that many, right, Chef? And I reckon you all know how to use a shooting iron. Now, you wanted Bill to be your chef, but you didn't back him up. Now, one man can beat the Slade gang, but I'll wage him a life that all of us can clean up Slade's gang in a jiffy. Now, this ain't a fight to catch a few outlaws. This is a fight to make the mid-bill country safe for honest, decent folks. You establish a kind of law in order that will rid the Plains of the outlaw in desperado. Well, are you going to let Slade run mid-bill? Or are you willing to stand up and fight? I say, what are you doing up here? Oh, triggers in jail. What? I said triggers in jail. What for? Trying to steal a horse and Bill Barnes slapped him in jail. You mean Bill Barnes come back? Yep. He's back at the jail. Told me out. Said he dared you to come back and get triggered. Oh, he did, eh? Hey, never mind. We'll get triggered. We're out of here now. I told you to clear out Bill. Yeah, that's right, Jake. But you see, I'm the legal sheriff here. Well, boys, peers like Bill don't take good advice when he gets it. Jake, a sheriff, a mid-bill, I'm arresting you and your whole gang. Yeah. Well, you asked for it, Jake. For the sky. No, you don't. Get him, boys. We got him. You didn't see him many nights ago. There was plenty of hot fight, but it lasted a year. Yeah, it sure was, buddy. Good work, lightning. Thanks to Lord, you boys didn't get hit. We're all right, Pa. How about the rest of the boys? There's a few bullet creases. We got all the Slades men out. Yeah, we got them all right. Yeah, well, boys. Yeah. I said you could beat them and you did. And it was like them, Jim, got the boss of this dirty outfit. Take Slade. And here he is. Sing him up. Sing him up. If he lives, they're gonna see that he gets a fair fire. What is it, Dad? I went up to Box Canyon to fix Slade and his gang back here to jail. When it was up there in the canyon, I seen the cattle that was stole from the Circle J. I'd like to get my hands on that double-crossing old loot. No, Slade. Dad wasn't double-crossing you. He acted under my order. Yeah. Who are you? Take a look at that badge he's wearing, Slade. It says United States Marshal. This is Lightning Jim. And when it comes to fast-thinking and shooting, he's grease-laden. We all lighten and jim a lot for helping bring law to Midville. Oh, there we go. Lightning Jim. He's on the plane. Say, Bill, this sheriff's badge Slade give me if it belongs to you. That's right, Dad. Here's the badge his bills that the boys still want him for chef. How about it, boys? Sure. Thanks, boys. Thanks. I'll do my best to carry out the law and try to be as good a lawman as Lightning Jim. Oh, I'm glad that I ain't the sheriff no more. Hold on there, Dad. Hold on. All right, Bill's going to need a deputy. How'd you like to be a deputy sheriff? I said, how'd you like to be a deputy sheriff? I'm sorry, Lightning, but I can't hear you. And so ends another thrilling chapter in the lives of United States Marshal Lightning Jim Whipple and his deputy, Whitey Larson.