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Oh, the With his faithful Indian companion, Pato, the masked rider of the planes led the fight for law and order in the early Western United States.

The stories of his strength and courage, his daring and resourcefulness have come down to us through the

generation and nowhere in the pages of history can one find a greater champion of

justice return with us now to those thrilling days of yesteryear.

Now to the past from the thundering hoop beats at the great horse Silver.

The old ranger rides again.

One silver, that's so big fell.

I hope silver, go away! Jeremy Ward operated a freight line across the most dangerous land in the west.

Many trips have been interrupted by outlaws in the badlands between Ward Station and the town of

Jamesville. Several drivers have been killed. Old Hobie Martin had escaped with his life, but

crippling wounds had entered his career as a driver.

For the past year, Hobie had worked in the cafe each evening

while he lived with Jeremy Ward and Ward's 10-year-old grandson

in a combined home and office at the edge of town. A warm afternoon found old Hobie seated on the porch,

telling one of his exciting stories to the wide eye boy. Hobie wasn't concerned with the truth.

There I was. Just me against ten killers.

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