xx-xx-xx ep009 The Snake Strikes

Now for the thrilling adventures of Lightning Jim. Whitey Larson, Lightning Jim's deputy marshal, had been sent to Rio Vista, a small border town, in order to deliver certain papers to the sheriff. As he walks down the street toward the sheriff's office, he is watched by two men who stand at the window of a dingy adobe hut.

Steel Nixon and a Mexican called Koolabra. Adomberity are walking along. You want me to watch some play? Yes, ma'am. All right. What about it? What? We do not know. That's a treat. That remains a debaucer.

The judge will just name him by his right name. Every so as recognizing them. You think so? I think so. He is called whitey. I do not know his other name. But he is the deputy of lightning beams suffering courtesy.

Now, do you recognize him? That period of lightning gems. Hey, you suppose that bipers travel down here? I think we covered the tracks most carefully. But I do know this, never will I feel safe until lightning beam is dead and killed by my own hands.

And sure, a funny eruption was us both, as the labor. He smashed my gang all right, killed the fumes of the rest of my life. All but me. And me, you make of me, they want to be lost, how dare hands you beat me in front of my men.

Hmm, I get away, but by the blood of my body I try to kill him over and over. Yeah, I reckon I know how you feel. I'd like to get even with him myself. But you gotta catch him first and that ain't easy. Especially since both of us have got reward notices on our heads.