The Legend of the Lone Ranger Page #4

You should have gone

to San Francisco.

What did you say?

I must go.

Wait!

The masked man?

Trust him.

Father!

Father.

Father.

The Del Rio is the

next stop, Mr. President.

I want to be there and gone

in three minutes, not a breath more.

Yes, Mr. President.

Where the hell is Del Rio?

Gentlemen,

look what I have to put up with.

Well, I'll leave you on your own.

I have to rewrite that speech

for whatever the name

of that town is.

Whoa.

Right turnabout.

Which way?

Through the gorge. We'll save hours.

Let's go, Silver.

Come on, Scout.

The next time we play

poker in Mexico, yes?

No, I don't think so.

Ah, gentlemen. Come in, come in.

Sit down, gentlemen. Sit down.

Now listen to this, see how you like it.

"And I, as your president,

"am ready to defend the lives

of American citizens at any cost."

How do you like it?

Sounds damn good, sir.

Look, when I was out here

three years ago,

these hills were black with buffalo.

I've been here three days,

I haven't seen a single one.

Cody, what happened to them?

I shot 'em.

Now, here, here, gentlemen.

The plight of the buffalo

and the American Indian,

in these times,

is no laughing matter.

Now, with that, you'll excuse me.

I think I'll take a short nap.

- Mr. President.

- Mr. President.

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

Major.

Whoa.

The train.

Let's go, Silver.

Switch it.

I am Major Bartholomew Cavendish,

and you, Mr. President,

are my prisoner.

So Cavendish had pulled it off

and vanished without firing a shot.

The masked man and Tonto

had to move fast

and ride while his trail was still hot.

They didn't know what he intended to do,

but the life at stake

was President Grant's.

Perhaps Butch would hold him.

Perhaps Butch would kill him.

They just couldn't take that chance.

Tell me one thing.

Are you here to rescue Grant

or to get Cavendish?

I signed your court-martial?

I don't remember.

What happened wasn't my fault.

Never is.

I got that at Shiloh.

Cavalry Major's.

It was his last glorious charge.

Poor bastard.

Look around you, sir.

Do you see chaos, discontent?

Or do you see respect and order?

I hadn't really noticed.

You and the United States

will notice my country,

the Republic of New Texas.

The manifest destiny of the United States

will be impaired only slightly.

Major Cavendish,

you are a diseased son of a b*tch.

I'd like your opinion.

Yes.

No, thank you.

"To Mr. Hamilton Fish,

Secretary of State.

"Dear sir,

"Whereas the government

of the United States

"has failed to provide proper protection

"for American citizens,

"and whereas it has failed

to provide honest leadership

and moral courage..."

"Therefore,

"let it be known that I,

Major Bartholomew Cavendish,

"firmly resolve to hold the President

"of the United States as my prisoner

"until I am deeded

sovereign right of ownership

"to the lands of Texas

specified in this document.

"Furthermore, I demand that

these lands be granted to me

"by an irrevocable act

of the Congress of the United States

"no later than 30 days

after the date set above,

or the life of Ulysses S. Grant

shall be forfeit."

Sign as witness, please.

Very good.

You think so?

Yes, marvelous.

But 30 days is too long to give 'em.

I'd change that.

They'll dicker and debate

and scratch their indecisive asses,

and by the time they sober up,

I'll be dead.

You may be right.

Well...

it'll be interesting to see.

Wake up, Sheriff.

Where's the President?

I don't know what the hell

you're talking about.

He's in the next room.

I don't know how in

the hell you got in here,

but you...

Mr. President.

- Yes?

- Excuse me, sir.

Eh, Christ! Now what?

We're here to help.

You don't look like

someone who could help me,

and neither does he.

Here's a gun.

Trust us, sir.

We're going to get you out of here.

Follow me, sir.

This way.

Light the fuses.

Damn me! The horses!

The horses are loose!

The horses!

Soak up lead, you sons of b*tches!

The horses! The horses!

- Jesus, what was that?

- What's going on?

Let me get my pants on. We'll see.

Come on! Let's go see!

- How'd they get in here?

- Where's my horse?

Hey, where the hell

you going and leaving me?

You're safer here, Mr. President.

Yeah, but I can help ya!

I've been in a few battles myself, son!

Now you're President,

so keep your head down.

Charge!

Come on, boys! Go get them!

Come on!

Get 'em all! Every one!

Let's get the hell out of here.

Come on, boys!

Do it!

Your sins will be paid for

in the fires of hell.

- Take him away.

- Yes, sir.

May I know, sir,

to whom am I so indebted?

Mr. President, please allow me

to remain anonymous.

I hope you'll understand.

Well, I respect your dedication,

and I will honor your request.

Tonto, I thank you and I salute you.

Thank me by honoring your treaties

with my people.

Yes. We will try. You have my word.

Mr. President.

May God ride with you.

Who is that masked man?

Hi-yo, Silver!

Away!

Hi-yo, Silver!

Away!

With his friend Tonto,

the daring and resourceful

masked rider of the plains

led the fight for law and order

in the early Western United States.

Nowhere in the pages of history

can one find a greater

champion of justice.

The Lone Ranger rides againl

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