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When it's just me between matches, it's day one. Ish. And that means it's Chumba Time. With hundreds of Casino Casino style games and new titles arriving weekly, there's always something fresh to try at Chumba Casino. The daily boost make it even more fun and have me about to get them all during my downtime. Ready for a fun way to chill out and enjoy a few minutes for yourself? Let's Chomp. No purchase necessary VGW Group. Void where prohibited by law. CTS and C's 21+ sponsored by Chumba Casino. Sam, With his faithful Indian companion, Tonto, the masked rider of the plains, led the fight for law and order in the early western United States. The stories of his strength and courage, his daring and resourcefulness, have come down to us through the generations. And nowhere in the pages of history can one find a greater champion of justice. Return with us now to those thrilling days of yesteryear. From out of the past come the thundering hoof beats of the great horse Silver. The Lone Ranger rides again. Come on, Silver. There's trouble on the trail ahead. Silver Hoy. Three horsemen rode a lonely back trail which wavered through an arroyo in the high border country just south of Canada. The leader, tall and bronzed by the western sun, wore a black mask and six guns, hung low and sat easily astride a powerful white stallion. His partners were an Indian dressed in buckskin and dan Reed, the 14 year old boy whom fate had identified as the nephew of the Lone Ranger. Now linked as one by mutual affection and respect, as well as by a common goal, the masked man, Tonto and Dan rode to meet new adventures. Suddenly, as they rounded a bend in the trail, the Lone Ranger signaled a halt. Directly ahead stood a horse, riderless but saddled. His ears pricked at their approach. Have a look at you. That's it. Rein is practically dragging the dirt. Need not see Ryder anywhere. He can't be far, Totto. His horse would have tripped on that loose rein if he'd tried to run that right. And the owner might have had a bad fall. May be lying somewhere badly hurt. Either that Dan or worse. What you mean Oslaw is hiding in these hills? Anything might happen on a trail as lonely as this. Golly, that's true. I've been through this country before, and it's bad medicine. See if you can find where the horse entered this trail, Tonto. This who prints may lead us to the man who owns him. Ah. Me look for tracks. Maybe take a long time. Wait. What is it, Dan? Feel the tip of this rain. Yes, it's damp. The horse's muzzle's damp, too. That means he stopped to drink. We could find that water hole. It'd be easy to follow his trail. I can take it to it. You can? Yes. It's a creek just beyond those trees. Bring this horse with you, Tono. All right, Dan. Lead on. You bet. Come on, boy. Get him. Come. Hit him up. Come. With Dan in the lead and the rider's horse in tow, the three horsemen left the back trail and rode cross country to a creek which trickled through a grove of pines. Locating the animal's prints at the water hole, they traced them a short distance through the trees, then quickly rained up. Sprawled on the ground just ahead was a man with a knife in his back. He's a big fella. It may be too late. Knife wound plenty bad. Help me turn him. He's alive at any rate. Bring me the canteen den right away. See if there's anything you can do. Taro. Oh. Me freight. Not much. Hope him in plenty bad shape. Here's the canteen. You pour the water between his lips, Dan, while I support his head. Now he's opening his eyes. Masked. We want to help you. No. Nothing nobody can do for me now. There still may be time. No. Oh, I. I don't want to live. Nothing to live for. What do you mean? You're outlaws. No good. Maybe you'll do something for me. You'll do me a favor, huh? We'll do everything we can. Bend Bend closer. I want you to be sure to hear. Very well. Name's Lefty Travis. I'm a murderer. Yes, I'm an outlaw. Robbed a bank, helped kill a guard. I see. I was riding it down to give myself up when the knife to your Lefty. Oh, wait. Something I gotta say. There's no peace where I'm going if I don't square myself here. Yes, I helped to frame somebody else for the killing. You mean an innocent person who's charged with the murder? That's it. Mark Sanders is just a kid. It wasn't anywhere near the killing. We got paper and pencil, Dan? You bet. Got him right here in my jacket. Gotta save Mark, savvy? Save him from hanging. Hanging? When? Today, noon at Twin Oaks. You know where that is? Yes, but I'll have to hurry. Ah, it almost noon now. I've written a brief confession, Lefty. Your signature to it would be enough to set Mark free. Maybe they'll think better of me where I'm going. Yes, I'm here. I'll support you there. Give me a pencil. Sinking fast, Lefty. Maybe if he drank some more water. Can't see. Can't see. Everything's getting dark. Going black. Where are you, Lefty? Listen. Who knifed you? Him die? Yes. Without his signature, this confession is worthless. What we do? Take care of him, Toto. I'm going to Twin Oaks. I'll go with you. Not this time, Dan. There may be gunplay. Stay and help Toto here. Silver, I'm not afraid. I know you're not, Dan. But you'll be taking a needless risk. I'll join you both later at the camp. Come on, Silver. Twin Oaks was a peaceful patch of blue green grass in the wooded border country near the town of Middleton. But the giant trees which gave the clearing its name looked down on anything but a peaceful sight. For sitting astride his horse with his hands tied behind him, young Mark Sanders defiantly faced the sheriff and the townsmen who had come to witness his hanging to watch him pay. Innocent though he was for the murder of a bank guard. Mike, you've been found guilty of murder and sentenced to hang. Framed for murder, you mean. Sheriff, I'm no more guilty than you are. You've had your trial. Well, men, listen to your story and examine the evidence. Their verdict is final. That evidence was planted, I tell you. Is that all you want to say? Ask him again who helped him kill the guard. Sheriff, we aim to see both of the murders hang. Yeah. Ain't no sense in his holding out on us now. Yeah, that's right. You heard him, Mark. Who was your partner in that bank hold up? I had no partner. I was nowhere near the bank the night of the holdup. The whole thing is a lie. You've got to believe me. You close mouth, young whelp. Sticking to your story won't help you now. I'll get that other killer and the stolen bank cash too. I should have known better than to expect justice from you. All of you. You're the real murderers. Well, go ahead and hang me. Someday your guilt will choke your throats. Fix your blindfold on them, boys. Got it right here, Sheriff. I don't want it. Kinda like to take a last look at things before you kick off, huh? Mike, put the noose around his naked. Sure. There, it's all set. Good. Now, when I give the word, whip that horse from under him. Somebody coming, Sheriff. Masked man riding a white horse. They're coming like the wind. What in son did you mean by interrupting a hanging stranger? There isn't going to be a hanging, Sheriff. What? No. Mark Sanders is innocent. That calls for proof. Yeah, what about that stranger? Lefty Travis was knifed on the trail. Before he died, he confessed to being one of the killers of the bank guard. Lefty Travis? He's one of the two who framed me. Did he confess in writing? He tried to, Sheriff, but there wasn't time. That's a mighty slick story, Misty. But it'll take more than that to pull the wool over my eyes. What do you mean? I mean you're Mark's partner. You came here figuring to get him free. Oh, I see. Sounds like the sheriff's right, boys. Yeah, he's the other killer we've been looking for. Call on your bluff, stranger. Don't move, any of you. Put down them guns. Take the noose in the prisoner's neck. Make fun at will. Did you see what I saw? He cut that rope with a bullet clean as a whistle. Come on, Mark. My hands at. They're tied behind me. Grip your horse with your knees. Hurry. Get up that ball. No, you don't hit your gun and leather, Sheriff, you can't. Oh, I'll go to you now. Come on, Silver. Stop him. He's a killer. Throw him down. Shoot him. Lies. Don't let him get away. Tonto and Dan were waiting when the Lone Ranger arrived with Mark Sanders at the camp. Concealed from prying eyes by a clump of trees, cutting the rope which bound the youth's wrists. They listened as he bitterly concluded the story of his Arrest and conviction for murder. When I told them I was innocent, they wouldn't believe me. None of them. We'll try to get the truth, Mark. They'll never know the truth now, and I don't care. What do you mean? You made me an outlaw just like yourself. They'll hunt me. Hunt me is an escaped murder. Oh, him not outlaw. Of course he isn't. He's outlaw. I can understand your bitterness, Mark. Can you? Can you understand what it means to be taken from your wife and child? To be branded a killer? To see everyone you trust to turn against you? Well, I can. It'd better if they'd hang me. You recognize this, Mark? The knife? Yes. It's a blade that killed Lefty Travis. Sure, I recognize it. Belongs to a Sheridan, the second of the two who framed me. Sheridan. It fits the name Lefty was trying to say. Isn't that right? Where can we find this man? I'm not saying. I've got plans for that polecat myself. That night, as the Lone Ranger, Tonto and Dan lay wrapped in their blankets near the still smoking fire. A fourth figure rose stealthily and listened to their low, even breathing. Then, creeping cautiously, Mark Sanders took one of the masked man's guns from its holster and with a whispered warning to his horse, rode into the shadows. Immediately, Dan discarded his pretense of sleep and ran to the Lone Ranger. You awake? Yes, Dan. Mark took one of your guns and headed for the trail. He did? I thought he might do that, so I just pretended to sleep. He's riding to revenge himself on a Sheridan. I'm sure of it. That's what he meant when he said he had plans. Why didn't you mention your suspicion before? I wanted to be sure he got away. I figured we could trail him in time to prevent murder and capture E. Sheridan at the same time. Good boy, Dan. Hey, bring horses. Horses? They're already saddled. Isn't that right? You two knew of Mark's plan all the time. Yes, Dan. He's a big fellow. Get him up. Sc. Ace Sheridan was alone in his cabin when he heard a knock on the door. Coming. A fine time of night for anybody to come calling. I don't know who it could be, unless it was. Get him up. Ace. You. I thought. I know what you thought. You thought I was swinging from a tree, paying the penalty for a crime you helped to commit. That's a lie. You were mighty anxious to frame me for it. You and Lefty Travis. Hi. What do you want? I want you. No, no, don't shoot Mark. I'll do anything you say. Anything? Sniveling rat. Death isn't easy to take when it stares you in the face, is it? They'll hang you. They'll hang you, Mark. They'll hang me anyway. But not before I take you with me. That gun, Mark. What the. Rubbish. Oh, you followed me. Well, you can't stop me now. I'm sorry, Mark. Couldn't let. Hello? It is Ryan. And we could all use an extra bright spot in our day, couldn't we? Just to make up for things like sitting in traffic, doing the dishes, counting your steps. You know, all the mundane stuff. That is why I'm such a big fan of Chumba Casino. 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No. This is the first time I've heard of it. You're trying to frame me. That's funny coming from you. You're going to jail, Ace. You mean you're gonna turn me over to the sheriff? Yes. All right, I'll go. I've nothing to fear from the law. Sure, I couldn't ask for a better deal. Mark. Tado, take him outside. Ah, you. You come. And don't make any wrong moves. He seems almost happy about going to jail. Yes, Dan, I wonder. While you were talking, I looked around for more evidence. Did you find anything, Dan? I found this under the table. A gold concha. Lots of men in these parts wear silver conchas as ornaments. You know, for their hat bands and gloves and boots. But it's the first time I ever saw a gold one. There weren't many of them, Dan. That's what made me notice him. On a man I met this afternoon. You saw a man wearing gold conches? Yes. The same man who seems to have called on a Sheridan in this cabin. Maybe he's a crook too. Who is he? The sheriff. The next day in town, a grave faced Indian and a 14 year old boy apparently loitered near the sheriff's office. Then at the far end of the street, they saw two horsemen approaching. One wore a mask and sat a white stallion. The other rode with his hands tied behind his back. It's a Lone Ranger. Totto him take a Sheridan to jail. But he's wanted by the law. They'll arrest him for freeing Mark Sanders. Men not rest Lone Ranger. No, I reckon they won't. Do you think the sheriff is really mixed up in the murders, Tado? We find out plenty soon. You come. I'm with you. As Tonto and Dan slipped into the shadows behind the sheriff's office, the Lone Ranger reined up Silver and the horse ridden by his captive Silver. All right, Ace, come with me. Sure. Right. Kevin. What are you You. I brought you a prisoner, Sheriff. Howdy, Sheriff. Hey, Sherlock. What are you doing here? I can explain that better inside. You'd better start explaining where you took Mark Sanders. Mister. He's that gun in leather. You've got the drop on me. You don't give me much choice. Your job is to hunt the guilty, sheriff, not the innocent. What do you mean? I told you yesterday that Lefty Travis was knifed on the trail. Here's a knife that killed him. What about it? Belongs to Ace Sheridan. That right, Ace? Yeah, but I don't know nothing about the murder. I didn't even know Lefty was dead till this mast hombre told me. I'm leaving him in your hands, Sheriff. That's mighty nice. You, mister. I'll take good care of him. Good and proper care. As I'm sure you will. You're missing a gold concha from the top of your boot. I believe this is the one. Adios. How in thunder did he get a hold of this? I don't know. There's something mighty queer about that mask hombre. Do you think he's. That's all right. He's riding up the street. Now we can talk. Cut these ropes around my wrist, will you? Yeah. Use this knife. Say, you're pretty handy with that blade, Sheriff. What do you mean made sure? All I know is my knife turned up in Lefty Travis. Yesterday. And I didn't put it there. Are you insinuating I did? Maybe, maybe not. You framed Mark Sanders for that bank murder you when Lefty pulled. What's to prevent you from trying the same trick on me? Don't be a fool. What reason would I have for framing you? I don't know. But if you didn't plant my knife in Lefty, who did? How should I know? You ought to take more care of that blade and maybe we'd stay where it belongs. You gotta get me out of this spot, Sheriff. Take it easy. Nothing'll happen to you. Nothing better had. Folks wouldn't like it if they found out you were the one who engineered the bank robbery. Not to mention that you helped kill the guard. You went in on that deal too, ace? Well, the hold up, sure. But the murder was your dish. Yours and lefties. I wasn't around for that. What's in your lip? I said nothing will happen to you. Stop worrying. It's easy for you to say. But what about that mask coyote? If I ain't brought to trial, he'll investigate. You can't face trial if you're not here. You mean? Sure. We're staging escape. And you can vamoose these parts till Lefty's murder blows over. Yeah, reckon that's the ticket. Meanwhile, what's to prevent us from making a little profit while you're here? I don't savvy. Well, if you're in jail, it stands to reason you can't be blamed for a hold up. Ain't that so? What kind of hold up? The stage is toting pay cash to my side. What about the guard? He won't bother you. He's worked on jobs with me before. And fixing it for him to become a new deputy sounds slick enough. What's a split? 50. 50? That'll mean plenty of cash for both of us. Yeah, but I take all the risk. What risk? The guy will just fake resistance. That cell back there'll be your alibi. I guess you're right. Nobody could suspicion me of sticking up the stage when I was booked behind bars. And it's a deal? Yeah. And if it works out as good as it looks, maybe I'll set myself up in jail. Permanent. Racing to the lone range of Tonto and Dan reported what they had heard to the masked man. And Mark Sanders. The sheriff is the one who helped murder the bank guard, huh? Yeah, that's the name Lefty was trying to say. He may be the one who knifed Lefty too. Scheming skunk. Framing me for the murder he pulled himself and making out you as my partner. He almost got away with it. Well, he won't have a chance now. I'm riding to town, exposing him for the murdering rat he is. But people won't listen to you. They'll listen to me. They've got to. Yes, but they know you as a convicted murderer, Mark. But what will I do? How can I prove I'm innocent? I'll never see my wife and son again. If everything goes well, you'll see them tonight. Tonight? I don't understand. There's one way we can trap the sheriff. Now listen. That night, concealed by brushwood and the dark shadows of a clouded sky, Ace Sheridan peered at an approaching stagecoach. A handkerchief disguised the lower half of his face. And in his hands he carried six guns primed for use. Then, as the stage lumbered opposite him on the trail, he spurred his horse to intercept it. Pull up that stage. Hold up. Pull up or I'll let you have it. Don't sit there, car. Trill him. He's got us covered. You yellow livered weasel. Give me that gun. Away, You ordinary fool. You shooting wild. Whoa, horse. Pull there. Pull, boy. Pull up there. Pull up. I want that pay cash and I want it fast. That cash belongs to the mines. I'll swallow lead before I'll see and go to the likes of you. Don't be so flip, driver. I'll see that you get your wish. Why, you. You. Guard. Get the cash. Got it right here, mister. It's all in this satchel. Blast you, Guard. Doggone if I don't think you're in cahoots with this outlaw. Give me that satchel. Now get going and don't look back. You may find a slug between your eyes. Get out. Get out. Later that night, a horseman dismounted at the rear of the town jail and crept stealthily to a barred window. He looked about him carefully. Then, satisfied that his movements were unseen, he wrapped a faint signal on the bars. That you is. Yeah. Open the door. Anybody see you? No, the town's asleep. Got the cash all right, huh? It was a sitch, just like you said. Didn't have any trouble with a guard at all. Bring it in here. Let's see what it looks like. Paper money. Wards of it. Must be all of $5,000 in bills here, huh, sheriff? Easy that. Maybe more. There's one way to find out. Let's divvy it. There isn't gonna be any. Split, Ace. What? I'm taking all the pay Cash myself. Need that gun. What are you aiming to do? I'm aiming to settle accounts with you, Ace. I don't savvy when double cross deserves another. This one's for keeps. That? You're loco, Sheriff. I never crossed you. You thought I didn't know, huh? When we pulled that bank job, you said we got away with $10,000 in cash. That's right. $10,000. You ought to practice your bookkeeping, Maurice. What do you mean? The bank reported the 15,000 was stolen. That's a lie. I counted the cash myself. Yes, I reckon you did. While you were doing it, $5,000 walked out of your hands and into your pocket. So you decided not to mention it. No, that ain't true. Give me a chance, Sheriff. You gotta let me explain. Save it for Lefty Travis, huh? I'm sending you what I sent him six feet under. Then. Then you did kill Lefty. Yeah, his conscience bothered him. He meant this squeal about the bank murder to save Mark Sanders from the news. And you framed me with my knife. And you're the only one left who knows I killed the guard. Is I pardon you from that information pro. Oh, you wouldn't. I promised I'd stage your escape from jail, remember? You don't mean you'll let me go? Sure, For about 50ft. Then I'll drill you. Oh, it's murder. They'll hang you. You're a little mixed up, Ace. You're the murderer. You kill Lefty Travis. They've got you a knife in the masked man's story to prove it. This is a cure for killers who try to escape. Now start running, Ace. That won't be necessary with the. The masked man. The man you've been hunting, Sheriff. Mark Sanders. Yes, a double dealing polecat. Thought you pin your dirty murders on me, huh? Where did you come from? From the cell where your outlaw partner's supposed to be. While you were busy letting Ace in the back way, the rest of us got in the front commercial. I've heard enough to hang you. You twice, sheriff. Once for the murder of the bank garden. Again for killing Lefty Trapp. No, no, it's a mistake. I. I wasn't telling the truth. Can't r your way out of this, you double crossing skunk. You killed them all right. Both of them. I've heard plenty about you too, Ace. Cash you stole from the bank and the stage will put you behind bars where you belong. Nobody takes me. Stop that gun, Sheriff. Not before blast you. Look out. He's trying to escape. I'm away, kid. I'll get you not hit there and me fix you up. Lord re be, what a blow. Well, I guess that'll take care of the sheriff for a while. Marshall, if you're satisfied I had nothing to do with the bank murder, I. I'd like to go home. I haven't seen. I understand, Mark. Count on me for any help you need. Thanks, Marshall. Don't thank me, young fella. Thank the mask man, the Indian and why they're gone. Step into the world of power, loyalty and luck. I'm gonna make him an offer he can't refuse. With family, cannolis and spins mean everything. Now you want to get mixed up in the family business. Introducing the godfather@champacasino.com test your luck in the shadowy world of the Godfather slots. Someday I will call upon you to do a service for me. Play the godfather now@champacasino.com welcome to the family. 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