Keno's Landslide

Presenting Superman up in the sky. Look, it's a bird. It's Superman. And now Superman. Amazing figure from another world with powers and abilities never before realized by mortal men. Given a chance to make good by Perry White, city editor of the Daily Planet, young Clark Kent, who was really Superman, leaped out a window twenty stories above the ground and vanished in a swirl of fog.

Secret warnings had come to the newspaper of a vague and sinister plot against the railroads of the West. And mild-mannered Clark Kent had received orders to go west at once and investigate. Already dangerous forming in the path of the silver clipper, cracked train of the West Coast Railroad, roaring over the prairie on her way to Denver and Salt Lake.

All planes were grounded by fog and sleet. But today as our story continues, a strange figure hurtles through space, Red Cape's dreaming in the whistling wind, Superman speeds to his assignment. Twenty-four hours to go, the silver clipper leaves Denver tomorrow night on a way to Salt Lake City.

That man who calls himself the wolf have to find out who he is too. Said the train would never get there. We'll see, Wolf. We'll see. If you're up to something, look out, because the other side has Superman.

And the Superman wings his way westward, following the faint steel ribbon of the railway line below him. Two men sit waiting in a tiny shack in the Colorado foothills. One of them is Kino Carter, Gunman, gambler, bad man of the southwest.

Kino waits nervously. Wait for some word from the figure across the table. The dark shadowy figure who calls himself the wolf. Hey, listen, boss. Will you please tell me what we're doing out here now?