Another journey into the realm of the strange and terrifying.

I hope you will enjoy the trip that it will thrill you a little and chill you a little.

So settle back.

Get a good grip on your nerves.

Where are we going?

You'll find out when we get there.

You'll find out when we get there. High-old Silver!

A fiery horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hearty, high old silver, the lone ranger. A phantom figure of the plains rode the trails of long ago to bring justice to the

oppressed.

Where he came from, no one ever knew.

But his heroic deeds were recorded in the memories of the people of seven states.

Even today, the cowboy sit around the campfire and relate yarns of his daring,

of his feet on the draw when he meted out punishment of the lawless,

of his great horse silver, the fastest the West has ever known.

History does not record as many adventures,

but the West will always remember the shelf

which has come down through the year.

Oh, Tillbury!

The lone ranger rides again.

Come on, Kilbrilroy, old boy!

That's good old fellow!

Now we're waiting for us at the trail of hand!

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