BILLY STEELE: KID RANGER

The animals howled and the flames crackled--as the teen White Eagle became the mighty Manitou!

Where a teenaged brave once stood, there now poised a warrior with the strength of one thousand tribesmen with an unimaginable, fantastic power running through his veins, greater than Natures fury itself, and combined with the ability to fly like a mighty hawk of the wilderness.

White Eagle had been reborn as a Native American super god-The Manitou, and now adorned in splendid buckskin and rainbow colored headdress, and armed with an array of amazing weapons, he flew on thunder and lightning itself back to the mine to rescue his people. He flew on a lightning bolt like it was a skateboard from the gods!

He rode a lightning bolt; he possessed the strength to move heaven and Earth, the Manitou stormed upon the Mexican enslavers mining camp as he saw his loved ones toil in the foreboding caves, like the walking dead digging their own graves, while they mined riches from the Earth for their tormentors. As the Manitou used his naked hands to rip the imprisoning chains from his mother and sisters arms, the cruel Captain Diablo ordered a musket brigade to cut the "savage down. The enslavers bullets blasted the air, but they ricocheted off the Manitous invincible shield and left him unharmed, as his blazing eyes became the vision of vengeance it self.

From the Manitous wristbands, the super god fired massive energy bolts at the marksmen. The mad men, who took such pleasure in destroying White Eagles tribe, felt the fury of the Manitous vengeance as the force rays and bolts exploded upon them, and they were engulfed in the flames of a higher justice for assaulting their evil endeavors.

More soldiers, armed with swords and pistols and rifle spears, attacked the Manitou. The mightiest of warriors used his great tomahawk to strike down the dozens of invaders sent to destroy him. Each challenger was dispatched to a hellish fate by the mighty swing of the Manitous hatchet. The Manitou then pounded, pummeled and punched more attackers into oblivion and used his super strength and hurled more soldiers to the realm of death.

Horrific horsemens malevolent mounts were lifted high above the ground by the mighty Manitou. And then they were thunderstruck to the cold, hard rocks below. Diablos disciples screamed in terror as they faced their worst nightmare in the crusading Manitou.

The mighty Manitou then freed the rest of his tribesmen family from their enslavement in the bowels of the mine. Captain Diablos aides tried to shoot him, but the warrior used his enchanted lance as a club and spear to terminate their merciless assault, forever. So powerful was this battle, towering trees were broken and landed with a thundering thud and the heavens themselves parted so other gods, from Mount Olympus and Valhalla could applaud the Native American Manitou.

"You cannot stop a cannon," cried the cruel Captain Diablo. He was just about to let loose a huge black ball of death at the Manitou and the family he loves.

Before the fuse reached the point of discharge, the Manitou shot an energy arrow from his magical bow, and in a climactic blast, the arrow caused the cannon and its maniacal master to disappear in an explosive flaming fury of justice.

Freed from their captors, White Eagles tribe celebrated the birth of their new savior. The Native American tribe danced around the fires of victory as the mighty, magnificent Manitou flew skywards on his thunderous wings of lightning to the joyous tom toms, chants of praise and war whoops as his friends and family cheered him for many, many moons.

Sixty years have passed since the young White Eagle was reborn as The Manitou. The Civil War combatants have laid down their arms and have joined in the mission of manifest destiny in hopes of settling the final American frontier of the late 1800s.

"Sing Old Dan Tucker again honey.