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The Adventures of Superman.

Faster than a speeding bullet.

More powerful than a locomotive.

Able to leap tall buildings at a single bound.

Look, up in the sky, it's a bird. It's a plane.

It's Superman.

Yes, it's Superman.

Strange visitor from another planet who came to Earth with powers and abilities

far beyond those of mortal men.

Superman. who can change the course of mighty rivers, bend steel in his bare

hands, and who, disguised as Clark Kent, mild-mannered reporter for a great

metropolitan newspaper, fights a never-ending battle for truth, justice,

and the American way.

Well, dry goats should tell.

Guess this will have to do.

I guess so. It's the only one in town.

At least the town's peaceful enough.

Almost too peaceful.

What'd you expect, Miss Lane?

Desperados shooting up the place?

Go on, you old coyote. Dance.

Come on.

Put some life into it.

I'm doing all right.

But the bullets are bouncing off my corn.

It's very funny.

Bullets stepping on his corn.

What's funny?

Nothing. It's very sad altogether.

I don't think it's very funny either.

What did you say, stranger?

Did I say something?

He said it's not very funny, and I agree with him.

Ma'am, the court of the West don't allow me to go around shooting off pretty gals

like you.

But a real healthy male critter like this... I think I just lost my health.

You can't do that to him. That's right, you can't. Next time, it's going to be

your head.

On the other hand, what's done is done, I always say.

That's more like it.

Ma'am, allow me to introduce myself.

My name's Gunner Quench, fastest gunman in the West.

When's the next train for the East?

I'm Lois Lane, and this is Jimmy Olsen.

We're on our way to cover the annual rodeo at Big Springs, and our car broke

down. Until it's fixed tomorrow, you're not going to get rid of us.

Well, ma'am, I don't really aim to get rid of you.

But the dude here, he's different. I don't rightly cotton to his attitude.

Stranger, you got until sundown to get out of town.

Who are you calling a dude? And who are you telling to get out of town?

You. Have you got anything to back them words up, mister?

Just these here two guns, and I got ten notches on each one of them.

Well... I guess that answers my question.

Come on, Jim. I don't like the atmosphere around here. I'll just ignore

that kind of a remark, ma'am. I say it's been real nice meeting you.

And, dude, don't forget, out of town by sunset.

Look, I'll go when I'm good and ready.

But I think I'll be ready by then.

And you get any idea that I'm not top gun in these parts, just ask somebody on

Boot Hill.

Boot Hill?

Yeah, but you won't be getting no answers. You see, Boot Hill is the town

cemetery.

You, uh, you go on ahead, Miss Lane.

Now, don't you do anything rash.

It's pretty hard to believe, but I think we've stumbled on a bit of the old west.

Oh, don't worry, Miss Lane. I've seen enough western movies to know what I'm

doing. Well, I certainly hope so.

Jim, that shot. For a minute, I... It must be gunner practicing.

What in the world are you trying to prove with that getup? He called me a

dude, and I aimed to show him how wrong he is. But, Jim, he's armed, and all

those notches, each one represents someone he's killed in a gunfight. I

know, but aside from that, what's he got that I haven't got?

Nothing, and he doesn't need it.

I wish you wouldn't put it quite that way.

Anyway, I got until sundown, so let's go eat.

Okay, but please don't start anything.

All right.

Here you are, boys.

Almost forgot.

Payday.

Oh.

Hooray, huh, boss?

I'm feeling real generous.

Oh, thanks, boss.

That's okay.

I'm feeling good. Been out practicing. Got myself five squirrels right between

the wings.

You mean between the eyes?

No, no, no. Between the wings.

These here was flying squirrels.

Which one of you boys feels like a little gambler?

Can't you? We just look at it for a while, no, boss?

Sure, as long as you don't feel like gambling.

Of course, you don't have to play.

Oh, we'd rather gamble with you, boss, than eat, wouldn't we, Pedro?

Si, si.

Especially when we do not gamble, we do not have to worry about not eating.

That's just what I wanted to hear.

Come on, what are we waiting for?

You know, this is what I look forward to.

Once a week, just like clockwork.

Bet them high, make a pile.

Well, I... I bet that all.

Mm-hmm.

Me too.

There we go.

Pick them up, read them, and wait, boys.

Uh-oh.

Don't even bother to read them.

Hate to tell you this, boys, but I got...

Five bullets. Five little aces.

In Mexico, a man would be killed for having five aces.

What did you say, Pedro?

I said, in Mexico, a man would be thrilled to have five aces.

Thrilled, huh?

That's what I thought you said.

Just to be sure there's no misunderstanding, everything's clear.

You boys don't think you've been cheated, do you?

I think you were cheated.

Well, now, look at the dude.

I'm mighty glad to see you went and bought them fancy duds.

Do you like them? Sure do.

I hate to see a man die unless he's properly outfitted. You leave him alone.

My, my, man, you sure are excitable.

Yeah, but maybe you're right. Maybe it's too early in the day for killing.

Pedro, get him out of here. I want something to look forward to at sundown.

You come with me, no?

I come with you.

Yes. On the lake.

Jimmy. Ah, ma'am.

What are you going to do with him?

Well, you got nothing to worry about, ma'am. Leastwise, not yet.

Why don't you and me sort of talk this over?

No.

I'm sorry I have to do this, senor. You can't shoot a man down in cold blood.

I'm not going to shoot you.

Well, you're not.

No.

Garnet is going to the dance.

Oh. Well, uh, in that case...

Go to the tail on a donkey.

You want anything done, you gotta do it yourself, I always say.

Move, stranger.

Help! Let me out of here! Get lost, stupid! Yes, sir, glad I... Not you!

I meant Pedro.

Now you turn around and walk up the street.

What are you stopping for, dude?

Let's go in there, huh? No, thanks. There's something about jails that I

don't like.

Now, ain't that a shame.

Inside.

Somebody's gonna have to sell the door open.

Why don't you close it, dude?

That's a funny way to run a jail.

Go on.

You can't do this! I demand a writ of habeas delicti!

Now, don't you worry about that, dude. Don't you worry about a thing.

You just be sure you're out of town by sundown.

How can I get out of town by sundown if I'm locked in here?

Well, that's your problem.

Please, operator, try and get that call through.

Yes? Call me back as soon as possible.

I thought you would like to know the young man is in jail.

In jail?

What did he do?

What did any of us do?

With Gunner, it does not matter.

Pedro, why do you and Sagebrush put up with that conceited bully?

If we do not put up with him, he gets very mad.

And when he gets very mad... Hello?

Yes? Yes, put him on.

Hello, Lois. You sound excited. What's the matter?

Clark, we're in trouble.

Jimmy's in jail and he's going to be shot at sundown.

Lois, I'm very busy. If you want to play jokes, try someone else.

I'm not joking. Our car broke down and we're stuck in a place called Dry Gulch.

I know it sounds crazy, but there's a gunslinger in town who thinks he's...

Jesse James or somebody. And he's gunning for Jimmy.

Tell him to go on a diet. He'll be harder to hit. This is no joking matter.

Besides putting Jimmy in jail, this character's been making goo-goo eyes at

me. He's been doing what?

That's different. I'll be right out.

Yeah, I'll be a sidewinding gopher.

Whatever that is. Well, Jimmy, now you can get out of here.

Oh, jeepers, thanks, Superman.

How did you get here?

Same way I get everywhere.

No, I don't mean that. How did you know I was in jail?

Oh, I happened to overhear a conversation between Miss Lane and Mr.

Kent. Mr. Kent? Is he coming out here? Yes. As a matter of fact, I expect him

any minute now.

Jeepers, with both you and Mr. Kent here, I don't have anything to worry

about. Well, now, Jimmy, I can't stay.

Incidentally, I want you to keep this a secret between you and me.

Whatever you say, Superman.

Thanks, Jimmy. I'll see you.

Clark!

Hello, Lois. How in the world did you get here so fast?

I flew.

Where's Jimmy?

You'll never believe this, but somehow he broke out of jail. He's up in his

room now waiting for you.

Oh, well, let him stay there for a while.

First, I want to have a look at this fellow who's making the goo-goo eyes at

you. Well, he's probably over in the cafe.

Please be careful, Clark. After all, you're not Superman.

Oh. Well, I guess those are just chances I'll have to take, Lois. Let's go.

Clark, this is Gunner Flinch. Mr. Flinch, Mr.

Kent, he's also a reporter on the planet.

Well, howdy, Mr. Kent.

I've heard about you. Welcome to Dry Goats. I've heard about you too, Gunner.

In fact, I'd like to have a little talk with you. Can I buy you a soda?

Well, I got a better idea, Mr. Kent.

Why don't we sit down and play a little poker just to be sociable?

I'm sorry, Gunner. I don't gamble.

Mr. Kent, according to the Code of the West, when a man asks you to drink with

him or gamble, you better drink and gamble.

Fine, I'll drink.

Soda. I said gamble.

Let me tell you something.

When a man declines my invitation, I go loco. See, plum loco. Something snaps

inside of me, I lose control.

In fact, in fact, I feel it coming on right now, and there's nothing I can do

to stop it.

You better do what he says, Clark, even if the cards are marked. Mark?

There's not much I can do about that.

You see what I mean?

Yes, I do, Gunner. I've changed my mind. I'll gamble with you.

Well, that's better.

Wait a minute. What kind of guns do you carry?

These, ma'am? These here are six guns.

I was counting. You shot one of them seven times.

Oh, well, uh, ma'am, sometimes I shoot so fast, even my guns can't keep up with

me. That's a killer.

After you, Mr. Kent.

Thank you. Oh, would you care to have a cup of coffee?

I, uh...

Just happened to have a deck of cards, right, Andy? Well, that's a coincidence.

A cigarette, Mr. Kent? Well, thank you. No, I don't smoke.

Can I light yours?

Why, sure.

Nice. That's a real nice matter, Mr. Kent.

We're on fire!

What happened?

Well, I'm sorry.

It must be my fault.

You threw the match on there. I'm terribly sorry.

I'll get you a new deck.

What? No, no, not a new deck.

I hardly got these broken in.

Well, that's life.

Waiter, do you sell cards here?

You bet.

May I have your deck, please? Sure.

I haven't had time to mark them yet.

Oh, I'm sure the gunner wouldn't want to play with my cards.

Clark, that deck just seemed to explode in flames.

Well, maybe it was a hot deck.

There you are, gunner.

Mr. Kent, what are you going to do?

I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt.

Deal. Well, it's nice to be trusted.

Well, let's see.

You know, I... I sort of got a feeling you might have played this game before.

Nonsense.

All right, Gunner, what do you want to play for?

That's that.

All righty.

That should cover it.

Mighty fancy deal, Mr. Kent. Nothing?

Nothing at all.

All right, Gunner, how many cards?

I'm standing pat.

Well, so am I.

You beat five aces?

That is not what you said this morning when you had the five aces.

Yeah, but that... What?

I... Looks like you win, Mr. Kent.

Yes, looks like.

Well, thanks for the lesson.

See you, Arthur.

I hope that'll cover part of the damage.

Thank you very much, sir. My pleasure.

Shall we, Lois? Gladly.

But how in the world did you beat him so easily?

Well, maybe I have a few tricks of my own. Oh, Gunner, could I have my hat,

please?

Thank you. Let me know if you find more than five aces, will you?

I'm out now.

Hi, Mr. Kemp. I heard you were coming.

Oh, you did? Who from?

Oh, well, uh... From Miss Lane, for one.

You should have seen the fun, Jim. Clark just beat Gunner in a poker game.

Well, that may have started out like fun, but that doesn't mean it'll end up

that way. I don't think Gunner likes to lose.

Speaking of Gunner... Well, dude, how'd you get out of the hoosegall?

Same way I got in.

Accidentally. Smart guy, huh?

Let me tell you something, dude.

Gunner, leave him alone.

He can't do something.

He can't do anything now. I had to kill him. He started to draw on me.

A man's got a right to protect himself.

He's right, Jimmy.

There's nothing to do right now.

That's using your head, Mr. Kent.

Well, don't you just stand there and turn him off the boot here like the

others. Sure.

Whatever you say, boss.

Excuse me, just a minute, folks.

What's that second notch for?

One, two. That second one there?

That one's for you, dude.

I have a terrible feeling that he doesn't like me.

And I have a feeling you're absolutely right.

Okay, Pedro, you can get up now.

I am getting sick of this.

You're sick?

Gunners killed me three times already.

Here's one big show me off.

He pretends to kill us, so he look like big men.

The way he pretend to kill all the others.

Well, maybe he actually hadn't killed nobody.

But if he heard you talking like you are now...

He just might.

You better skedaddle.

You can't blame yourself, Jim.

Just the same, if it weren't for me, Pedro would still be alive.

Mr. Kent, sometimes I think it's better to run away from bullies.

Well, sometimes it is, Jim, but there's nothing you can do about it now.

Well, at least I can go up to Boothill and pay my respects.

That's a good idea. We'll all go.

Is this Boothill?

Yes, it is, son.

I ain't much on this poetry, but this is the best I can do.

Here lies Pedro at last.

He drew his gun once too often. Now he lies in his coffin because he drew, but

he didn't draw fast.

The poet laureate of dry gulch.

Here lies Cactus Bill.

Gunner got him.

Mesquite John, you they wanted to lynch till you ran into...

Gunner Flinch.

Here lies Olsen, the dude.

To Gunner, he was very rude.

Here lies... Did I say Olsen?

Gunner must really mean business, Clark. Oh, I don't know.

I don't like the business he's in.

It's too bad that Gunner's spoiling things. We could certainly enjoy the

scenery.

What are you looking at, Clark?

Hmm? I said, what are you looking at? Oh, I wasn't looking at anything

special, Lois. I was just admiring the scenery in those hills.

I think I'll take a little walk and try and think this out.

We'll meet you back at the hotel. I'll be packing.

It's a good thing for you, young fella. You ain't as tall as your friend.

Because you'll make a much smaller target.

At last it's happened.

I've lost my mind, no?

No, Pedro, you haven't lost your mind or your life either, apparently.

Many times I hear of Superman, but I do not think I will ever meet him.

Well, you've met him now, and I'd like to help you, Pedro.

How would you like to help me teach the gunner a lesson he'll never forget?

I would like that very much, but no, no, thank you.

I am also fond of living.

Well, don't you worry. I have an idea.

And I think we can get Clark Kent to help us, too.

Now, come on over here and sit down, and I'll tell you all about it.

Well, did you figure out anything, Clark?

Only there's going to be trouble in the streets around here pretty soon.

So I suppose you're going up to your room and hide.

Sometimes, Lois, discretion is the better part of valor.

Well, I don't feel very brave myself.

But if it concerns Gunner, I want to watch.

Let's go over to the... Look,

there's Gunner now.

I can't believe it, boss.

Pedro can't be that stupid.

Can he?

He's sure asking for it.

What are you waiting for?

Why aren't you?

I'm aiming to give you a first shot.

Otherwise, against a dangerous gunman like me, you wouldn't stand a chance.

Go on. Get her over with.

I

just

can't do it, Pedro. I can't bring myself to kill you.

Why not?

Already this year you killed me ten times.

Yeah, but then... That wasn't for real.

I can't really kill you, Pedro. You've been my buddy for too long.

Superman. That's right, Gunner. I had a feeling your bark was worse than your

bite. So I paid you a little visit this afternoon while you were taking your

siesta. You paid me a visit?

Yes, and you were snoring so peacefully I didn't have the heart to disturb you.

So I just removed the slugs from your shells.

Slugs?

You mean I got nothing in my guns but blanks?

Well, that little varmint could have killed me.

Boss, why you do not tell the people all those graves on Boothill are phony?

Yeah.

Yeah, they're phony, all right, just like the notches on my guns.

I ain't never really killed nobody in my whole life.

Me too, but I think maybe now.

What are you doing, Pedro? What's the idea of shooting at my feet?

I think maybe I'd like to see your guns, boss.

What

was it

you said about sundown, partner?

I said sundown's mighty pretty in these parts.

You don't figure on being out of town by...

Forgot something.

Huh? Yeah.

All right, boys.

That's bad moves.

That's the way it is with most bullies, I guess.

Inside, they're just scared.

Yeah. Just the same.

He had me pretty scared for a while.

Well, all the shooting over?

Oh, yes, Mr. Kanda, it's quite quiet now.

Hey, by the way, where's Superman?

Yeah, he was just here a minute ago.

It's a funny thing.

When you're around, Superman never is.

Yes, it is funny, but maybe he doesn't like me.

Don't miss the next grill-packed episode in The Amazing Adventures of Superman!

Superman is based on the original character appearing in Superman

magazine.