BILLY STEELE: KID RANGER

Jubilee Jones a small, round man with the courage of the great outdoors surpassed only by his tremendous sense of humor. His "partner" was his freckled faced, red headed dummy, Oscar, for Jubilee was a master at throwing his voice.

As Jubilee placed Oscar in his saddlebag and drew his saber for combat, "Salvation" McCoy, the bearded, buckskinned clad, elder sage of the unit, its master scout, held tightly to his trusty musket, "Old Betsy," and rode ahead of his unit, his eagle eye always on the lookout for any deadly ambush from the terrorists of the trail.

"We have the coin, and a bonus," The Dark Skull growled through his hideous headgear as he held the kidnapped three-year old firmly in his grasp. The boys screams alerted the super troopers to where they were needed most.

"Back to our lair," Don Diablo ordered his masked minions, "I do not want to tangle with the army unless it is on the trinity of terrors terms."

The Wolf Man threw a torch upon the wagon. The flames began to feed on the deceased bodies of Melissa and Robert Knox as the fires consumed the contents of the wagon, and began to singe and roast the strongbox still hiding the Knox s two-year-old, blue-eyed son. The steel strongbox, intended to shield the two-year old boy instead became his metal coffin as evil flames began to engulf it.

The infernal legion of the lawless took flight from the charging cavalry unit. While the Knoxs bodies burned, and their now orphaned son was trapped in the hot box, the outlaw army, trampled over the infants tiny soft, brown teddy bear, their horses hooves drove it into the dry dust.

"Isnt that the masked gang terrorizing half the settlers in this territory," Big Boy yelled as his leader, the Col., and his battling breed of super trooper saddle-mates thundered across the painted-desert. They hoped to capture those whose masked faces were on wanted posters throughout the nation. The outlaw army galloped away from the desert disaster they caused.

The legion of the lawless headed by the trinity of terror, were but yards away from the cavalry crusaders. Col. Tim and his Rangers had just reached the burning Knox family wagon.

"Douse the flames and check for survivors," the Col. ordered to his trusty scout, Salvation McCoy as Col. Tim, Big Boy Haliday, Jubilee Jones and the rest of the troop chased down the outlaw army.

"A hundred dollar gold piece to the man who kills a soldier," The Dark Skull manically screamed as a coven of his hooded horsemen, bewitched by the dream of easy money, drew their six guns and challenged these cavalrymen champions of the red, white and blue.

With the scorpions, jackrabbits and vultures looking on, the peaceful desert became an arena in the never ending battle between good and evil. Before a hooded horseman could get off a shot, his six-gun was thrust from his scaly hand by the saber of justice wielded by Col. Tim himself. The fallen outlaw then drew a dagger from his boot and attacked his conqueror, but in the ensuing struggle, the Col.s great strength forced this murderer of many innocent souls to plunge the instrument of destruction into his own chest.

The Col. then removed the outlaws mask and silently prayed for the soul of this young, pimple faced man who had taken the wrong path too early in life. Meanwhile, the man-mountain, Sgt. Big Boy leaped from his sturdy mount to single-handedly tackle two masked men simultaneously. Two of the trinity of terrors masked minions, were no match for Big Boys 22-inch arms.