Here's the adventure. Here's romance. Here's the famous Robin Hood of the Old West.

Sisko, the sheriff is the encloser.

This way, Manson. I don't know. The Sisko kid.

This way, Manson.

Now, the Sisko kid. In our exciting story, gun war at Oak Pass.

Too many a frontier town of the Old Southwest. The law was dropped only after many bitter gun battles.

With law enforcement agencies, few and far between, bandits and killers had things pretty much their own way for years.

And their disregard of the law was flagrant. As witnessed, the expulsion of the daggers from their ranch, some 10 miles outside the town of Singolo.

As our story opens, the famous Sisko kid, then his constant companion poncho, arriving up to the ranch one morning.

That's all the homies. We'll love him more since he's here.

He's the dagger rancher, sir.

No, it ain't the dagger ranch. I'll get going out of here.

That is very strange. Six months ago, when poncho and I were last here, senior Joe Daggett told us they meant to spend the rest of their days on this rancher.

He's here forever, no?

I'll make the daggers your day to spend the last of his days here.

Now, don't tell another one. Either you always get out of here with gun you down.

I would say that what you always need is a lesson in manners.

Okay, keep in the pantalonis.

Come on, poncho, let us waste no more time with these homies.

Out there, bro.

Go, go, go, waste no more time with these homies. Come, now, come on.

Very lesson.

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