On the rim of a high bluff overlooking a stretch of treacherous country, two riders were trotting along. One was astride a paint horse, and the other astride a giant, white stallion, and wore two guns low on his hips. There was strength in every line of his body, and in the keen eyes that narrowed as they searched the land beyond the bluff. There was no mistaking that heroic figure. This was the Lone Ranger, and he and Tonto were headed into the Badlands...