John and Sue run into trouble.
Smedley lay in wait for the perfect chance. Soon enough it came. When it did, the mustachioed lurker pounced immediately.
Sue struggled mightily but to no avail, for she was held in Smedley’s iron grip and had a hand over her mouth to keep her from screaming. Smedley slithered away with her. Then along came John, Sheriff John Goodman.
When his beloved Sue was not at the Toss and Flip Café, he began to worry.
“Where is my sweet Sue? She’s usually waiting!” he said.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw an evil, shadowy figure going toward the railroad tracks.
“Smedley La Rue has got my Sue!” he shouted and raced after them.
He got there just as the dastardly devil was finishing tying his Sue to the railroad tracks, laughing evilly all the while.
“Train will be by any minute,” John told himself as he pulled out his knife.
He heard the whistle as he cut the last strand of rope and pulled sweet Sue to safety. Smedley was beside himself with rage, jumping up and down on the tracks and leaping to the side just in time to miss being run over by the train.
“I’ll get you next time!” he raged at the pair as they left arm in arm.
“There won’t be a next time, you oily villain! Boys, tie him up and take him to jail!” Sheriff Goodman ordered loudly.
A swarm of men with stars overwhelmed Smedley and trussed him up like a turkey. By the time they got done with him, he was bruised and battered and had lost all his fight.
“Judge will be here tomorrow, Smedley and so will the hangin’ tree!” John told him as he walked off into the sunset with Sue, spurs jingling.