Dan Reid, the fourteen year old nephew of the Lone Ranger, sat on his horse, Victor, on a hillside trail, watching a small wagon train making its slow and tedious way across the plains. Three prairie schooners made up the train, and as Dan watched the billowing canvas tops. He wondered what sort of people were in the wagons, and from what point in the east had they come, and at what point in the great west would they settle. To Dan, the west was home, and he was always fascinated that the big, open country could attract the people from the big cities.