Jagged lightning split the night's sky and rain pelted the steep side of the mountain and the level valley at its base. There was a old trail along the side of the mountain, but the rain had made it slippery and treacherous. The Lone Ranger and Tonto had left the trail as darkness gathered, and considered themselves lucky to have gathered at a shallow cave at the foot of the mountain, where they could stay dry with their horses through the night. They had been there for around an hour when small rocks began to shower past the opening of the cave, and they were alerted to the sounds of a voice they recognized... Thunder Martin! He had lost his footing and was falling!