BILLY STEELE: KID RANGER

As other guards poised to attack this miracle rider, The Lone Defenders canine fangs of retribution sank deeply into the outlaws flesh, and sent them to their fiery reward.

With the guards now unable to fire warning shots, The Lightning Warrior, the new, great Indian spirit of the storm was set to exact The Black Hangman to his swift and blinding brand of justice.

"Ready to die, Ranger scum," The Hangman howled like a mad beast throughout the towns square. He was about to pull the lever releasing the trap door beneath the soldiers bound feet.

"You cant kill the greatness and freedom of America," Col. Tim announced defiantly, "Many more freedom loving men will follow us and rid this great land of your legion of lawless."

Before The Hangmans hand was about to pull the lever of death, a lightning arrow blasted the hooded killer from his perch. And he crashed to the ground. The Hangmans gunmen opened fire on the origin of that arrow of pure electrical justice--The Lightning Warrior. With the speed of the great hawk and elusiveness of the mighty Buck, The Lightning Warrior held up his mighty, invulnerable shield and the flying lead knives of the gunmen bounced off of it and into the dust.

The Lightning Warrior lassoed the edge of a building and he swung on the enchanted lariat onto the gallows. His boots went full thrust into the gunmens mid sections, and knocked them to the hard street below. With a twist of his wrist, The Lightning Warrior broke the serpent like ropes that imprisoned Holt s Rangers, and saved the cavalrymen from the gallows wrath. The freed horse soldiers quickly armed themselves with the outlaws abandoned guns, and as the townspeople watched in awe, the uniformed victims of wickedness became an avenging force for freedom.

Soon, the once helpless townspeople, and the soldiers sent to liberate them, joined forces and began to take back Mesa City in a furious battle. But swarms of The Black Hangmans men stood their evil ground, determined to enslave the people, steal the silver and murder the symbols of justice themselves.

"Cut em down," the Hangman hysterically screamed through his shrouded lips. As his gunmen unleashed their barrage, The Lightning Warrior fired his bolts of pure energy from his enchanted wristbands, and left the blasted outlaws sprawled in the dirt, motionless.

More mad men attacked the Warrior. But he used his magical bullwhip to inflict a lash rightful retribution upon each challenger. Crack! Crack! Crack! Those outlaws not ground to dust by the whip scattered like scared mice from this frontier firebrands fury.

From a wooden balcony high above the street, snipers shot at the Lightning Warrior, who fought side by side with Col. Tim. Col. Tim glanced at this avenging angel while in the heat of battle. And the military man had no idea that this superhero was his adopted young son merely minutes ago. The masked marvel hurled his mighty tomahawk at the balcony, and the force from the magical hatchet struck and devastated the balcony and caused the Hangmans followers to splat into the street where they were quickly captured by the enraged townspeople. These meek citizens rallied to fight and became inspired by the lone, Lightning Warriors courage.

Bang! Bang! Crack! While their six guns blazed, the hangmans horsemen attempted to stampede The Lightning Warrior and Col. Tim beneath their pounding hooves. The masked protector of the plains became a fighting whirlwind and lifted with one hand the horse and gunman, and sent the killer crash landing to the unforgiving ground.