Wal. y'eres hittin' the old tarnation trail agin. Gallop gallop gallop. Down yonders where Tod Wheller stopped a range war by unmasking the mysterious night-rider. Never fergit what he thought at the time ""A desperate need called for desperate measures."" Now that's a purty thought. Gallop gallop gallop. Just beyond that is the town that fightin' lawyer cleaned up and it were the same kind's town where Tom Matson posed as a parson to save his brother Keith from the hang tree. Good thing too as Keith were an innocent newspaper crusader framed by some loco gambler. Never fergit that half-breed yellin' ""I keel you!"" as Tom faced him down in the saloon. Course here folks tell an even better story 'bout how a dead man's spurs frightened his treacherous partners into tippin' their hand. Trot trot trot.Now we're comin' to the spot where young Curly got into a showdown over a girl. Curly, he didn't want to kill nobody and he knew in his head he'd be a better man if he didn't go through with it. Lucky folks around here understood. Trot trot trot. Now we'll swing down this way a piece and see where the doc saved the outlaw's. . . Hey! Where ya goin'! ? ! Yore headed in the wrong direction. . . back East! Hey! gallop gallop gallop gallop gallop. . . .