Crooked Oil Association Part 06

Presenting the transcription feature, Superman! And it's gone! First, it's a plane, it's Superman! Yes, it's Superman! Strange visitor from the planet Krypton, who came to earth with powers and abilities far beyond those of mortal men.

Superman, who can leap tall buildings of a single bound, prays a speeding bullet to its target, sends steel in his bare hands. And who disguise this Clark Kent, mild-mannered reporter for a great metropolitan newspaper, fights a never ending battle for truth and justice.

But before we joined Superman, listen. And now to our stories. When Clark Kent, Jimmy Olsen, and Tumbaweet Jones found their Indian friend Comanche Jo dead from bullet wounds, all else was forgotten. Tumbaweet particularly was hard hit, or was Comanche who had given him the parcel of ranch land on which he had discovered oil.

Now the generous, lovable Indian was dead. Darkness has fallen and Kent, Jimmy and Tumbleweed are eating a late supper at the ranch house. Not a word has been spoken. Suddenly Kent looks up and breaks the silence.

You haven't eaten a thing Tumbleweed. Tumbleweed. Huh? Oh, sorry I didn't catch what you said, Mr. Kent. Haven't you better eat something? Small piece of this beef, it's delicious. I got no stomach for eating.

But you go right ahead. You and Jimmy pryling and help yourselves. I really think you should get some food inside your tumbleweed. I know exactly how you feel. Although you can't know, Mr. Kent. It's a long time before I forget how I don't command see look and lay in there in that compass stage.

I never had nobody like command see, Mr. Kent. I came to him, raw as I hide off in the bullmooze, and he took me and he did. Taught me all I know about Wopan, Brandon, and Herden Cattle.