BILLY STEELE: KID RANGER, CHAPTER THREE

The Alamo, where the noble state of Texas was born, saw its walls being climbed by the most despicable of outlaws.

As The James Brothers, The Daltons, Billy The Kid, Belle Starr, their followers, and The Dark Skull, The Wolf Man and Don Diablo opened their barrage of machine gunfire on the symbols of Western justice, the renegade red men used their stolen rifles to challenge the skilled sabers of Holt’s Rangers.

Pow! Pow! Kerpow! Blam! Blam! The evilest guns the world had ever known blasted their hellish chorus at the most celebrated of Western freedom fighters. Although the heroes had the cause of liberty and justice on their side they were outnumbered by the West’s most-wicked. The outlaws’ stolen machine guns crackled rapid-fire destruction at the legends of the West. The Legion Of The Lawless and their infernal recruits hid behind The Alamo’s stonewalls, and with the advantage of height from the rock structure, the villains’ gunfire soon sent the legendary heroes scrambling to the rocks to return gunfire. Even Holt’s Rangers, Billy’s family of super troopers fell victim to the overwhelming Indian renegades, armed with stolen Army rifles. The Rangers were pinned down, but returned fire bravely.

Inside The Alamo’s walls, White Eagle wept hysterically as he cradled Billy’s prone body in his arms. As the Indian’s tears fell on Billy’s body, the marvelous black arrowhead had fallen from Billy’s pocket into the dust. The Indian wizard would swallow his fear and make a last ditch plea to the ones who chose to punish him many moons before. White Eagle, his hand shaking from the shock of Billy’s death, picked the tiny object up from the ground, raised it to the skies and roared through his overpowering anguish at the Great Indian Spirits above the heavens-the same sacred ghosts who stripped him of his Manitou powers many, many years ago.

"Spare this young warrior’s life, Great Spirits," White Eagle pleaded. "His friends, his family and his land needs him to live. I am the betrayer of the magic take me instead. The boy is my innocent student, but he has a destiny to fulfill, a destiny that can shape heaven and Earth. Please, let him live!"

Minutes passed. But they felt like centuries as the Wizard White Eagle continued to beg for Billy’s life, but received no answer, no sign as the Indian’s torrent of tears mixed with the blood flowing from Billy’s body.

Suddenly, a wondrous force emerged from the tiny arrowhead. Dazzling shafts of sparkling light cascaded down on Billy’s prone body and where a fallen body once sprawled, a vibrant boy now stood. Billy and White Eagle embraced each other in triumph. Tears of thanks rolled down each other’s cheeks at Billy’s resurrection from the dead.

As the evil outlaws battled the great heroes within the mission, they did not notice Billy’s grand return from the land of the dead. The wizardly White Eagle handed his young student the magical black arrowhead. "RAMSFEW," Billy screamed, and in seconds, 10,000 years of Native American magic surged through Billy’s body as the boy became the majestic Indian super god, The Lightning Warrior.

The magnificent, great, spirit of the storm would team with the West’s most heroic legends to battle the world’s most demonic outlaws.

"I am the thunder from God’s country, taking your world by storm," screamed the Warrior as the frontier firebrand released his prairie thunder upon his hated adversaries.