Crooked Oil Association Part 09

Ending the transcription feature, Superman! It's a bird, 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 at a single bound, brace a speeding bullet to its target, send 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 join Superman, listen. And now to our story. When Dan Lawson, after refusing to take part in Abner Cheney's murderous plan to get rid of Tumbleweed Jones, was shot in the back by one of Cheney's men, he managed to escape, even though seriously wounded and tied to a horse's back. Realizing his bullet wound would probably be fatal, Lawson rode

like mad for tumbleweed's ranch to confess everything before death claimed him. But with tumbleweed in jail, Clark Kent at the Comanche Reservation and the hired hand to sleep in the oilfield bunkhouse a mile away, young Jimmy Orson was the only one to greet Lawson when he came riding in, weak from pain and loss of blood.

Jimmy helped him into the house despite the wound in his own right shoulder. Hail as a ghost and sinking fast, Lawson gasped out his story. Listen. There isn't much time. I'm gonna talk fast. Where's Kent?

I don't know. He said he was gonna investigate something. Alright, listen to me. Jamie is responsible for everything. What do you mean? Tell Kent that... ...Trainery, someone's riding in on horseback. Maybe it's Mr. Kent.

No. No, it's Jamie and Conners. They trailed me. Oh! This is a door locked. Yes. Don't answer. Don't answer. Now, kill us. Open up in there, over. Don't answer. Open up, over there. All right, Tuck, blast him up.