xx-xx-xx ep006 Lightning Jim and Calamity Jane

of lightning Jim. Back to the colorful and exciting days of the old western frontier. A stagecoat rumble along the dusty trail. My car, your son! It's a stagecoat burn, you know. To me, it was a stagecoat, why do you?

You, I think it must have been red skips, I got this. That's right for an old team. Ah, those red skins are all right. How are you, earthen? Well, calamity, how are you? How are you?

Charlie, sketch a woman that meant cold, you know. That's right, buddy. And she's one of the most famous women on the plane. Why do you meet up with Calamity J? Calamity, yes. You've been human.

Yes, Calamity J. earned a place among the heroic characters who lived, fought and died in the wild and woolly country of the old western frontier. Indian and Army scouts and driver of freighters and stage coaches, a fearless and rugged woman who chose the hardships of a man's life In a land infested without laws,

desperate for others and hostile Indian tribes, she lived in those stirring days when the brave United States marshals were helping to establish and maintain law and order on the plane. She knew the dangers of a man who drove the early stage coaches, holed up by the road agents and outlaw gangs and attacks by Indians.

We returned to those colorful days in the adventures of United States Marshal, lightning Jim Whipple and his deputy, Wadi Larson. Attracted by distant shots, the Marshal and his deputy raced along the stage trail and found a stage coach burning. They heard a voice and lightning recognized his old friend, Calamity James.