The Lone Ranger and Tonto topped a sharp rise on the sun scorched plateau west of Fort Smith and reined up their horses. A quarter mile to their left, the Canadian river cut its sluggish way through the red, red clay of Indian territory. Directly ahead lay a hard-packed wagon trail, and it was this which held their attention ... Or rather the small prairie schooner drawn by a yoke of oxen which was jogging slowly along in the sun, when suddenly, the team of oxen broke into a run!