The Legend of the Lone Ranger Page #2

you sent me away to learn,

and I learned.

But the most important thing I learned

was that I belong here.

You don't understand.

It's still a frontier.

It forces you to make sacrifices,

to make choices.

Your heart can't tell you what to do.

Your gut tells you.

Dan...

we're the last of the Reids.

You're my brother.

Can't you understand

that you don't belong here?

Dan, I've come home,

and my gut tells me that I'm going to stay.

John.

One day she just packed up,

took Danny back to Richmond.

Well, maybe she'll change her mind.

No.

Not till we make it safe out here.

Safe so a man can raise a family

and provide for them.

But I don't know.

This territory is endless.

That just may be impossible.

Bastards come out of nowhere, strike...

and just disappear.

I don't even know where they hole up.

Who's that?

The Cavendish gang.

Cavendish?

They're the ones who robbed the stage.

Cavendish don't rob stages.

Cavendish robs ranches.

They've been grabbing land,

driving the owners off,

robbing, killing, burning.

Who is this Cavendish?

Butch Cavendish.

Butch for butcher.

Major in the Union Army,

dishonorably discharged.

Grant court-martialed him

right after the Battle of Chattanooga.

Now he's heading

an outlaw army in Texas.

Well...

you know you'll get him.

You going to see him

when he comes out here?

Cavendish?

Grant.

Grant's coming out here.

He's going to hunt buffalo,

make speeches.

Everybody in the whole town's

going to turn out there

and wave little flags at him.

Me?

I'd like to piss on him.

He's the President of the United States.

He's a liar and a drunk.

Piss on the President.

Piss on the Cabinet.

They ain't going to help

us out here, you know.

In Texas,

robbers are outlaws.

In Washington...

robbers are elected.

Ain't that right?

Huh, little brother?

John?

Well, it is.

I don't want to talk about it anymore.

Butch Cavendish lived undisturbed,

waging his private war,

and men who made mistakes

were simply men he could not afford.

Some say he was a monster,

and others called him mad.

Let's just say Butch Cavendish

was everything that's bad.

About-face!

Dale Wesley Stillwell

and Robert Edward Gattlin,

it is the finding of this military tribunal

that you are in violation

of the articles of war,

and your undisciplinary conduct

resulted in the failure

of a military objective.

Therefore,

it is the pronouncement

of this tribunal

that you be executed

by firing squad forthwith.

- Mr. Perlmutter.

- Sir?

Carry out the orders of the tribunal.

Yes, sir.

Lock.

And load.

Major Cavendish, sir.

What is it?

Well, sir, it seems to me, sir,

that they just did

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