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Now Otto passes for that score and stillies wiggies even more. Abba Graham's been calling the right breakfast signal for 23 years. A big bowl of wiggies. He man breakfast? There's a whole kernel of wheat in every wiggie's plate. Touchdown Otto, let's go boys! Hey, hey, hey! He's on his way, on his way, he's on his way, on his way. Get on your way, let's wiggies! Our champions got a shot for a gift, sir! Get on your way, get on your way, get on your way with wiggies! Right for the champions! Those are the plain and the summit of Rocky Ridge. The roads high above the level rain clouds. There were fifty-hated cattle in the herd Kirby called well and his men. They were driving towards Clearwater Canyon. Kirby and his chief lieutenant Ben Wood rode the point. They and the other men, Wood and Ben Dennis, pulled up to their eyes. Suddenly, that's on a quarrel of a mile ahead, a horseman round the cluster of boulders at the foot of the ridge and drew rain as he saw the herd. Kirby, that's Sam Matthews. He's recognized that he's trying to get away. Come on after him. He's shooting at it. Open fire, Matthews will drop to the court and the mustang will race away. Careful, make sure you have a gun. Now, get it. Kirby called well and Ben Wood. Now I got the answer to all the rest of the Mason County, the head of the cattleman's association, and he raced to take me, choked every one of them. They're a little late finding out. I was suspected for a month, but it's too late for you to do anything about it. I've already done something. What? Your brother's coming here. You wait and just... What do you mean? Somebody's coming here. Another Marshall probably. Well, it's nice of you warned us. We lay low for a while, and Kirby... What's the matter? That's the plan already. I don't break standing beside the gray horse. He's got field glasses, cleaned on us. Who is he? I recognize the horse. Well? You remember, the local prospect came into town a few days ago, and before he found gold in the mountains. He said you were in the paper. That's his horse, I swear it. Doesn't matter who he is, it's going to happen down here. If you're right, we'll pick him up. Never mind. It's too late. He's gone. What do we do? We leave the herd here and go after him all of it. But Caldwell and his men were unable to pick up the trail of the prospector. So Caldwell changed his plan. Matthew's body was taken into town, and the sheriff was told that with his dying words, the rancher had accused the prospector of drug-goating him. A reward was put to him, and the following morning, he was a young cowboy, ever to sheriff's office. Yes, I am. Can I do for you, sir? I've been listening to the talk outside, like a little more information about this nurse. Now, it happened last night. But what he did? The prospector ambushed Matthew. He was enraged. The idea of the prospect is gone. Into the mountains. Sheriff, I am the win-matter of war. Well, we're sending out a party. See, you don't believe in this news. You're welcome to join us. No, thanks. I'll travel alone. I've got a personal distance to settle with your killer. What's that? You know? You met him before? I met the man with pictures on your bulletin board. It's been five years since I've seen him. He didn't call himself John Dolan, man. His name was Jeremy Dawson. Six, five years ago. He couldn't have been more than 15 or 16. Well, not even that 14. And he's doing there, Dawson. What do you do? Did you want him somewhere else? He killed my mother. What? Another mother? No, I wouldn't call it that, but I do. And I'm out to settle a score between his mother. You'll be saved the expense of a trial if I find him, Sheriff. If I bring him back here, he'll be dead. They hit him in the face! What's his name? I'm Harry Dawson, Sheriff. Jeremy Dawson's son. Tato rode into town that morning. He stayed only an hour. Then returned to the Lord Ranger's camp where he reported everything he had seen and heard. Oh, the man who sent for this is dead. Huh. And his body was found with a manly suspicion. That's right. But if they know where our chair is, that's his suspicion. No, he must have been. Sheriff McCall will definitely. He needs coffee, glasses, prospector. Did you find out anything about him? No. He comes to town maybe a week ago and stays there, golden mountain, but buys supplies and leaves. He had plenty of money to pay for his supplies? In day and gold dust. I know well-welded why a man with gold dust will profit should commit a murder to get money. Now people say he must get golden mountains. Maybe round stage before he comes to Mason City. Oh, see. As the party left town was. No. Then not leave till noon. Stay in mountains till then find prospector. What's the prospector's name? John Dolan. I'd like to have a talk with him before the party's followed him. Oh, you not think he can kill Matthews? Bad news is it's quite long, Cutter. He didn't trust Kirby Corwell. Do we have only Kirby's word that the prospector's guilty? Let's see if we can locate him. Ah, he's just gonna be killed after the murder. Oh, who is it? Oh, it's you. Oh, who is it? Harry Dolan. Followed a mountain stream into a canyon. After a mile or so, the canyon suddenly widened. He followed Lou Lou on the left bank of the stream and a man near it, shelving gravel into a clue spot at the left. Get it, Corke! Get it! The prospector looked up, and he heard the hoax beat of Harry Corke. He made a move for the shot to unwind on the ground deciding, I'm re-assured by the young Cowboys of Cannes, thought better of it, and called it green. Oh, my Lord! Ellie's only empire was the joyous garden as he dismothered. What's the idea? Make it clear. I can see my first guess is wrong. From your face you look to be honest. I thought you were a Cowboy that lost his way. Don't pretend you don't know me. You know me? It must be some mistake. I'm sure we've never met. Five years. I've got a long time. I've grown up. I haven't changed as much as all that. My name is Dolan. Young Dolan. It's Dalton. Where am I Dalton? Is it? What kind of an answer is that? I'm Harry. You said five years. Five long years. That must have been before you decided more on me and left us a doubt. Are you trying to kill me? Let me explain. I don't remember. I don't remember anything about that term. You can't speak of delusion. There's no other word for it. You deserve it. You drove the herd to San Antonio. You sold it for $30,000. You left San Antonio with $30,000 in your pocket, but you never came home. You disappeared into thin air. You know it's coming back. You weren't your mother. Hey, you don't understand. How can anyone understand? Just let me tell you what happened out there. There are only the two of us. More than me. There's now only 14 years old. We tried to keep our hands going, but we didn't have a chance. There were folks who said, more worth has helped the guest. I don't agree with that. He was grieving for you all the time. It was you that killed him. Don't say that. Don't say that he's dead. No, he's never dead. You have no right to call him your wife. Let me explain. Harry, not until this moment. This moment belongs to me. But I've been living for ever since more died. The luck's on my side. I can do what I want to do, and the law never cuts me. Instead, I get a reward. But now you killed somebody else. Hey, I've never killed anyone this time you used your gun. You robbed the man you shot and left him for dead. But he wasn't dead for me. And you lived long enough to identify you as his killer. No, Harry, no. You're for the bullet to your heart, and I'll be paid for doing it. I get it, doesn't it? Even you, Andrew, admit it's only just him, though. 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So go down to your grocery right now and pick up the special Wheaties record box. Remember, these records are absolutely free of extra cost. A real bargain in funds. To continue. As Harry Dawson was about to pull the trigger, the long winger shot the gun from his hand. Then he dismounted and walked toward Jeremy and his son. There you are. I'll take this. Shut the gun. No, no. I could have guessed he'd had some outlaw friends. There he is. I never saw this man before. But I'm glad he did what he did. He gives me a chance to tell you the truth. That's so lacy. Five years ago, I was lying in the gully with my head back in. I was found there by an old curse picker. He tied me to a seven. I had no money on me and no papers. I've been robbed. When it came to, I had no idea who I was. You didn't remember. I remembered nothing. The only clue to my identity was instead of an issue, so my belt gave me. I called myself John Dolan. After the past five years, I've been trying to find out who I am. I wandered all over the West. And I swear, some night, didn't know where home was. Even though I had a home. Oh, it wasn't until a few minutes ago when I saw your face. Did you see that? And we're dead. There ain't no relief. I killed myself. Oh. Okay, I almost... That makes... Whatever you mean to do it now, I thank you too for what you had to. For stopping me. All I mean to do is ask a few questions. Dolan, what's your real name? Dolan. This is my son Harry. What can you tell me about the murder of Dan Matthews? He's that man who was shot three nights ago. That's when he was killed. I thought he was an outlaw. You do his name. Name who worked for the Catamens Association. You're sure of that? I saw the whole thing from the top of Rucker's head. That's true, that Matthews was right about Tribbit Hallwell. Look, you need me right in this way. All right, he's a friend of mine and the viewers too. I left him to stay in guard back in the canyon. Oh, come on. Keep a copy. Call away on the parking. They followed our tracks just as we followed Harry's. Dolan was our way out of this canyon, higher up here, and get your voice. We're the place where you'll be safe. If you stay here, call away. We'll put a bullet through you before you have a chance to say anything. All right. That's all right. You're calling those two, Harry. I'll call it easy. All right, Dolan. Let's go, then. Let's go, then. This course was slow. As soon as we came up out, the Puffy would overtake the lone ranger of his companions. As they rounded up down in the playhouse, at a point where the canyon walls were only six feet apart, the masked man grew rain. Oh, yes. I'll stay here and delay the Puffy. They carried his brother to our camp. Get him off the car. All right. As soon as the Puffy rode in the view, the lone ranger opened fire. Coswell and his men were forced to dismount and take cover, and for over an hour, the lone ranger held the prize against them. Then, he leaped to the saddle to become a fool and urged over off the trail. The Puffy started after him, but the way the trail wound to the narrow canyon made it impossible for Colwell's men to catch more than a momentary glimpse of the masked man. By the time the highest part in the mountains was reached, Silver had carried his master out of Gunshot Rain. The complete confidence and assured footedness of his mouth, the lone ranger chose the steepest of the trails, descending to the plains, and soon lost, Mr. Doors won't do it. It was after dark when he reached his camp. Those of us who used to sit at his door had arrived only a few minutes before. Mr. Doors, we take one wrong turn coming down mountains, right into Blind Canyon, lucky as they may get to happen. There's plenty of grass and water in Kenya, and plenty of cattle too. Cattle whose brands have been changed with a runaway. There's only one man on guard, and him not fierce. The steers call along as men have been stealing. You go to the sheriff, maybe? Yes. I imagine the party will be returning to town and there'll be a lot of activity around the sheriff's office right now. But later on, some time before morning, I let the sheriff read Matthew's letter. At four o'clock that morning, the sheriff was reading down Matthew's letter while the lone ranger covered him with his gun. But the masked man hosted it as the lawman finished. So you had a lone ranger? Could he call where to Russia? It was Colwell who killed Matthew's. I have a witness to prove it, and I can show you the canyon where Colwell has given the cattle he's stolen. I'm not so fast, Sheriff. Let me have five more minutes of your time. I have an idea how this case should be handled. Shoot! The following morning, Colwell found a note which had then flipped under the door of his office. He read it, and then crumpled the paper in his fist. That's trust, I guess. He wants a thousand dollars to keep quiet about Dan's murder. That isn't all. He ordered me to meet him in the canyon while we keep the cattle. We'll pay off. Now he'll get paid off. In arse-leg. We'll only be waiting for him. You'll never leave the canyon alive. Just after dark that evening, Tahoe led the sales party into the canyon where the stolen cattle was being held. And Ruth Gordon, Colwell's guard, was taken prisoner. Sheriff, I don't know anything about this cattle. I was looking for a good place to camp tonight. I happened to ride in here. You'll have a chance to fool your innocent Ruth. Say it tonight. You'll be sitting beside this campfire when you arrive. My man and I are behind in the woods directly behind you. You'll be covered every second. If you try to give Colwell any sort of a warning, we'll shoot. Is that understood? All right, men. See you horses into the woods. At seven o'clock, Colwell and his men rode into the canyon. There was Ruth. This is where you and the rest of the men will hide until Colwell shows up. Ruth! Hi, Ruth. Hi, Ruth. See, I think of a prospect around here. He's about six feet tall. He wears a fucking jacket. I haven't seen anyone like this. Well, we're expecting him. He's such a heavy-shoe damn man. He wants money to keep flat. Yeah. You hadn't been asleep in that job that day, Ruth. Why couldn't you keep your mouth closed? What do you think you're talking to? They had me covered and they threatened to shoot me if I tried to warn you. Who said you'd cover it? They hang it up in the hills, honey. Come on, get them. They're gonna make a lot of noise like a joke. Get out of here! I'll be in this man, and I'll be in front of the canyon. How are you doing, use your heart today? Stop就是 your looks. You have recently made a nuisance to keep yourself and to make people laugh by making mistakes for others. What's true? Can you surrender me? But this girls was making mistakes? They told the police right SO I can't忍 he can. Child, you have to get out of here or else you're going to have to receive shots. was in the hospital. And the doctors were having breakfast with themselves. The doc says it isn't much of a wound. A couple of days and we'll move curvy to jail. You two have to stick around for trial. That should be in less than a week. Do we not go in any way, sir? Oh, you plan to stay in Mason City? We plan to work my claim. May I send an air going into partnership? That's right, sir. That's fine. I always like to see your father and son get along the way you two do. Didn't you? Didn't you? Didn't you just marry me until you were brothers? Um, Derek didn't have to be killed, Pa. And I left his office the day after the murder. I told him how I felt about you. You know, I can't seem to remember that conversation at all. Anyway, it's all changed now. The great ads and bad years that we'll be able to forget them, Pa. Yes. Now that we're together again. Yes, sir. And so that's where we must thank you, Lord Rayjab. Oh, sir. He highly is a boy of fun. He brings wild animals back alive. He's a capture lion. He's got me knows. He's got no power. Come, sirio. He's got no power. Here we go. Woo! He's feeling his sirio, sirio. Sirio. The Cheerios shaped like little minerals! You know Cheerios is made for most and every delicious spoonful of Cheerios and milk is a real muscle building food. Each spoonful contains vitamins, minerals and proteins your body needs. Yes, the good things in a Cheerios breakfast do good things for your body. Help you have healthy nerves, good red blood, strong bones and muscles. Have Cheerios every morning. Then you'll hear people say What? He's got his Cheerios. A copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated is created by George W. 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