Nebraska Lightning
The marshal brings in an armload of firewood and gets tangled in Clive's fishing line.
"Hey lawmen, get out here!"
Five hombres are in the street,"One of you marshal Jack Craddock?"
"Yer talkin' to 'im."
One of the hombres, a real ugly dude with a mouthful of tobacco, looks over the marshal.
"Just wanted a good looky see." and he spits.
"You should try playin' with that thing outside, in water... yeah, fish 'r jus' crazy about it."
They hear a voice yell from outside;
The hombres walk to the saloon.
"Get yer pen & paper Clive, send a telegraph to the marshal in Scott's Bluff, find out the
The lawmen find nothing in the wanted posters to tell them who these men are.
He has received word from the marshal in Scott's Bluff. The body of Three-fingered Jack was
turned in and the reward money collected by the man who killed him, marshal Jack
Craddock of Bordertown.
"Why would anyone wanna pretend to be me"?
"That IS a mystery Jack."
"You know this three fingered fella Jack"?
"Only by reputation, he rode with a murderous gang by the name 'a Nebraska Lightnin'."
"Scott's Bluff, I ain't been there in over ten years."
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"You some kinda deputy boy?"
"North West Mounted."
"Never heard of it."
Zac tells Clive he overheard them,"Somethin' about the marshal havin' killed a man by the
name of  three fingered Jack over in Scott's Bluff two months ago."
particulars in old three finger's death."
Clive goes out back and returns with a sign. "In the meantime Jack, we'll use this...blinded yet?"
Jack goes to the saloon and nails a notice to the wall.
He clears his throat, "Ah, in ah, compliance...
ah..that means carryin' weapons here in town...I'm
askin' ya to place yer iron over here on the bar..."
Everyone listens but the hombres. "My iron's right here, come and get it marshal."
Clive walks in just as the gang is about to draw on Jack .
They tell the lawmen they were just leaving town.
The lawmen are joined by Marie and Liam.
uhm...with...uhm...the new town....ordinance.....
"Do you know them Jack?"
"Can't say's I do Marie."
"They seem very interested in you."
"I ain't none too flattered."
Clive heads to the saloon to see what he can find out.
"Well we can't arrest them until they do something,
the trouble is...you may be dead by then."
"You know Clive, sometimes the shine 'a yer mind
near blinds me."
The next morning Jack is watching the hombres practice their draw when Clive interrupts him.
They set up camp just outside the town limits.
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