The Lone Rangerette and Tonta
In
The Dollhouse

By The Harrpooner

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Based on characters from a story by MrX.
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Sally Jones rode alone inside the dusty stagecoach.  After many days of trains
and stagecoaches she was only a few miles from her destination in Cottonwood. 
Sally had just graduated college and had accepted an offer to teach in a
one-room school from a placement service in St. Louis.  The pay they offered was
just too good for the young teacher to pass up.  

The twenty-year-old beauty had auburn hair, violet eyes and a creamy smooth
complexion.  Her shapely figure always attracted men's attention, although she
would never knowingly try.

Up on the boot, Charley Bass drove the four-horse hitch.  He missed the good old
days, when the coach carried mail or silver bullion and required a shotgun
guard.  He had someone to pass the time with then.  But now with only an
occasional passenger, he drove alone and wondered why Philip Dunbar kept the run
from Durango to Cottonwood open.

Charley readied the whip.  The team would need urging to pull Potter's Point, a
steep grade that brought the horses to a walk.  It had always been a favorite
haunt for outlaws to attempt a robbery.  The guards had to be on constant vigil
and shoot well to drive the bandits away.

He was almost at the crest when he saw four riders.  Their faces were covered
with masks and their guns were drawn.  Unbuckling his gunbelt he let it slip
down into the boot.  It was the only thing of value he had and he didn't want to
give it up unless he had to.

"Pull up old man!"  Yelled one of the riders.  "And set your brake!"

Charley did as he was told and brought the team to a complete stop.  "You boys
sure picked the wrong coach."  Cackled Charley, as he raised his hands.  "There
ain't nothing worth anything on this coach.  I've only got one passenger and
she's a poor schoolmarm."

"Shut up old man!"  Ordered the rider who seemed to be doing all the talking. 
"Get her out of the coach!"  He directed his men.

Two of the men dismounted and dragged the frightened woman from the coach.  As
she struggled, the leader said,  "Get that team rolling old man and don't look
back.  If you do, you won't live to make it to town!" 

Charley Bass released the brake and whipped the horses until they topped the
crest and began to gain speed.  Driving for all he was worth, he headed for town
to report the kidnapping to the marshal.

At the Point, the men had tied and blindfolded their captive.  Lifting her onto
the leader's saddle the gang started toward their hideout.  At intervals a rider
would drop off and wipe out the tracks of the gang, then he would start a false
trail to fool a posse, this continued until only the leader and the girl rode
into the deserted town of Silvertown.  

He rode to a building with a mercantile sign still hanging on the porch.  Riding
to the side of the building he pushed on the wall and it gave away revealing a
passageway that went beneath the building.  Dismounting he led his horse and
captive into the cavern.  

Two men challenged him,  "That you Smitty?  Did you get her?"

"Yeah, everything's okay.  The other guys will be coming along shortly.  They're
making cold trails."

"The boss said to bring her to the dressing room." Said one of the men.

Smitty pulled the woman from the horse and led her by the arm down the corridor. 
Opening a door he pulled her through and removed her blindfold.

Sally looked around her.  The man she had ridden with had removed his mask.  He
had a hard face with a stubble beard that made him look even meaner.  The room
they were in was filled with material and clothing.  A small woman sat in a
corner busy working at a sewing machine.  A door opened and a man walked into
the room.  He looked very familiar to her.

"Yes Miss Jones.  They do say that the family resemblance is striking."  Said
the man as if reading her thoughts.  "May I introduce myself.  I am Philip
Dunbar.  My brother is Daniel Dunbar, the gentleman who engaged you at the
placement service in St Louis.  I regret to inform you that you will not be
teaching school.  Instead we have something more exotic to occupy your time. 
Tonight you will lose your virginity and become a whore!"

Sally's face was a mask of shock.  Resigned for the moment the young woman
remained quiet and waited for a chance to try for her freedom.

Ignoring Sally for the moment Dunbar turned to the woman at the sewing machine
and asked,  "Will you need her clothing off to measure her Mary?"

"It would be much easier."  Answered the woman.

"Fine.  Smitty, if you would be so kind."

Sally prepared herself.  She would not allow the man to remove her clothing
without a fight.  Suddenly she felt a rag cover her nose and mouth.  She felt a
wave of nausea as she realized he was using something to render her unconscious. 
Slowly she succumbed to the drug in the rag, until complete darkness overcame
her.

Smitty lay the limp woman on the floor and worked quickly to untie and then
undress her.  In moments the men were ogling her nude body.  Her breasts were
full, her buttocks were firm and her patch of pubic hair was neatly trimmed
around her vagina. 

"Would you please test her Smitty."  

The man wet his forefinger and inserted it into the woman's vagina.  Reaching
the impasse he hoped for, he reported,  "It's still intact Boss!"

"Excellent!  She should fetch quite a sum tonight at the auction.  When Mary
completes her measurements you may take Miss Jones to her cell and begin
preparations for her debut tonight."  With that Dunbar left the man and woman to
their tasks.

Sally awoke shackled to a bed.  Her wrists and ankles were bound in a
spread-eagle.  She could feel that her clothing had been removed.  As she
regained her senses she could hear some one in the room with her.  

"Who's there?  What's happening to me?  Can you tell me what you're going to do
to me?"

Mary walked into her field of vision and looked at the helpless woman.  "It's
just me."  Said Mary.  "It's my job to make you up and dress you for tonight. 
Just lie still and my work will be done shortly."

Mary began her tasks.  She put makeup on Sally's face.  Eye makeup, lip coloring
and large circles of rouge on her cheeks.  She also rouged Sally's aureoles,
nipples and labia.  Satisfied with her efforts the woman brought clothing and
laid it on the bed.

She lifted Sally's hips and slid a piece of red silk fabric beneath them and
pulled part of it up to cover her sex.  Tying the fabric at each hip she
fashioned a thong.  Next she slipped the top of a white apron over the woman's
head and pulling the strings under her body, tied them over her stomach.  The
apron reached the top of Sally's thighs and the bib lay just under her breasts,
leaving them uncovered.  To finish the outfit Sally's legs were released one at
a time and white silk stockings, red garters and black button shoes were put on
her.

After retying the girl Mary stood back and admired her handiwork.  "You are one
of the loveliest 'Dolls' I have dressed lately.  I'll be back to do your hair
and perfume you, before you go to the theater."  Saying that the woman left the
confused girl with her thoughts.

Sally lay in the room alone for what seemed an eternity.  Words like auction,
doll and whore running through her frightened mind.  "What did the night hold in
store for her and would she be strong enough to survive it?"

The door opened.  Smitty and Mary entered.  Smitty buckled a thick leather
collar around her neck.  He put a manacle on each wrist and attached them to the
collar.  Releasing her ankles he helped the unsteady girl to her feet.  He
clipped a leash to the collar and held her while Mary brushed her hair and put
barrettes in it.  Mary fussed with the apron, smoothing it and fixing the bib so
her breasts lay atop it.  She opened a bottle of perfume and touched dabs of it
onto Sally's body.  Finished she stepped away and left the woman in Smitty's
care.

Smitty led Sally down a long corridor with many rooms on both sides like the one
in which she was held.  At the end of the corridor she was led into a large
theater.  Seats ringed a stage where other women were already chained in
different settings.  Each looked like a room in a large dollhouse and its
occupant was made up to resemble a doll.  Each woman's breasts and buttocks were
bared for all to view.

Sally was taken to the center of the stage and her legs were spread and manacled
with straps fastened to the floor.  The floor she stood on began to rotate.  
Fighting to keep her balance she could only wait for what came next.

With Sally in place the seats began to fill with men.  About twenty to
twenty-five men filed in. Some were old, some not so old, but each was
interested in the new 'Doll'.  With all the men seated, Philip Dunbar bound onto
the stage.

"Gentlemen, I welcome you to the 'Dollhouse'.  Many of you have been here before
and the proceedings will be old hat to you.  To the new members, the rules are
very simple.  We have a virgin tonight.  She will be auctioned to the highest
bidder who may do whatever he wishes with her.  She is at center stage and
dressed in white to denote her purity.  I will give you a few moments to inspect
the merchandise then we'll begin."

When Dunbar returned to the stage the auction started.  The bidding proceeded in
earnest until only two men remained with the bid at twenty thousand dollars.  

"Come, come gentlemen.  Surly the taste of honey that awaits you is worth more
than twenty thousand."  Hefting a breast in his hand, he continued.  "This along
with other untouched pleasures are waiting for the man who bids highest.  Now
for the last time, I have twenty, do I hear twenty-one?  No.  Going! Going!
Gone!  Mr. Wright you may claim your 'Doll'!  The rest of you may chose from the
remaining 'Dolls' at the usual prices!"

Sally's legs were freed and she was returned to her cell and retied in a
spread-eagle position.  Her buyer walked into the room.  He was a man of fifty
years or more, with a full beard and wore a business suit.  As he began to
undress Sally decided to take a chance.  

"Sir you must help me.  I'm being held against my wishes and I am not a whore. 
Please can you help me to escape?"

"I know all about you Miss Jones.  What happens to you in the future means
nothing to me.  All I'm worried about is enjoying your virginity tonight!  You
may lay quietly or struggle and scream, but I shall soon accomplish my task."

The man finished undressing and walked to the bed.  Untying the apron strings he
pulled it from Sally's body then removed her thong.  He gazed in silence at the
woman's supine form.  Reaching into a drawer next to the bed he opened a jar of
balm and spread it on his rigid cock.  He climbed onto the bed between the
woman's legs.  Pushing his hands under Sally's ass he lifted it until his
lubricated prick touched her rouged vagina lips.  Pushing his hips forward he
violently penetrated her vaginal canal.

"AAAAIIIIIIIEEEEE!!!"  Sally screamed as her hymen ruptured.  Her pain and
humiliation were both released in her earsplitting cry!

Her rapist continued his breech of her tight nether region.  The woman's outcry
only strengthened his resolve to completely dominate her.  In only minutes he
calmly ejaculated on the stomach of the sobbing woman.  Leaving the bed he
reclined in a chair and lit a cigar.  As he puffed and relaxed he plotted his
next assault.  It would be her puckered asshole.

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The Lone Rangerette and Tonta approached the marshal's office from the alley. 
She and her Indian companion entered through the back door of the jail.  A few
lewd whistles came from the cells as prisoners saw the two women.  Ignoring
them, they went into the front room of the jail.  Sitting at his desk Marshal
John Todd looked up at the pair.  

"Rangerette, I'm glad to meet you and Tonta in person.  I got your telegram
asking about Sally Jones. But it's been three weeks since she was kidnapped and
there wasn't a good trail to follow then and there'll be even less now."

"We just want to look around marshal.  If you'll tell us where the stage was
stopped we'd like to start there."

After receiving directions to Potter's Point the heroines left town and rode the
stage road to reach it.

"How far do you think the crest is from here?"  Tonta asked after the two had
ridden for about thirty minutes.

"According to what the marshal told us not far."  Replied her masked companion. 
"Why?"

"I hear a stagecoach coming and it sounds like a runaway!"  Said Tonta.

The two saw a cloud of dust as the stage raced into view.  But the driver was in
control and whipping the horses to get more speed from them.  He started to
brake the coach, until he saw the Rangerette's mask.  Whipping the horses he
shouted as he passed the two women.  "You're too late the others already got the
girl!"

The two heroines looked at one another.  "Girl, what girl?"  Urging their horses
they rode on toward the Point.  As they neared it they slowed and looked for
sign on the road.  They soon found where the men had waited for the stagecoach. 
Their tracks led onto the road where the stage was stopped.  Footprints told
them a woman had been abducted from the coach and put onto one of the horses and
the group had ridden back toward Durango.  

Moving quickly the two heroines followed the fresh trail.  The Rangerette took
one side of the road and Tonta took the other in case the gang left the road. 
After only minutes the gang took to open country.  The ground was dry and the
women could see the dust from the gang's horses.  Silver and Scout started to
close the distance and soon they could make out four horses ahead of them.

One of the riders started to break away from the group, but saw the pair in
pursuit and rode to warn his cronies.  As the two women closed in, the leader
reined up and threw the woman on his saddle to the ground.  He rode hard to
catch up with his gang, leaving his captive behind.

The Rangerette and Tonta rode to the woman and dismounted.  They removed her
blindfold and bonds.

"Are you alright?"  Inquired the Rangerette.

"I'm okay."  Said the young woman.  "But who were those men and what did they
want with me?  And why are you wearing a mask?"

"Tonta will explain that to you on the way to town.  Tonta take her to the
marshal in Cottonwood. I'll meet you later at the campsite."

The masked woman mounted her great white stallion and with a wave started after
the gang.  The four horsemen were easy to track and she urged Silver to overtake
them.  As she topped a ridge, she saw a deserted mining town below in the
valley.  The trail seemed to lead into it.  Slowing her mount she rode onto the
main street.  The tracks seemed to lead into an abandoned building.

Dismounting Silver she walked to the side of the old mercantile store and
examined its wall.  Pushing against it the wall gave way and swung inward. 
Drawing her guns the Rangerette entered the passageway slowly.  As she started
to descend the wall closed behind her.  In the darkness she could make out a
light at the end of the corridor and moved toward it.  

Suddenly she heard a man's voice.  "Drop your guns!  We have you covered!"

She strained to make out any targets in the dark, but couldn't see any shapes. 
Holding onto her weapons she waited for the voice to speak again.  As she
concentrated she felt a rag cover her mouth and nose.  Whatever was on it was
causing her to lose consciousness.  Before she could react to throw whoever was
holding the rag off her, others had grabbed her arms and pulled her guns from
her hands rendering her defenseless.  A quiet peacefulness came over her.

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When the Rangerette awoke she was lying on a bed.  Her wrists were manacled and
attached to each side of a leather band around her neck.  Her legs were spread
and tied to the bed.  To her chagrin she realized her clothing had been removed. 
Only her mask and boots remained.  In a corner she could see her shirt, pants,
hat and guns hanging on a rack. 

She heard someone enter the room and looked at a well-dressed man, with blond
hair and a pencil mustache.  He was examining her voluptuous body.

"So you are the famous Lone Rangerette!"  He said.  "I've heard how lovely you
are, but the stories do not do you justice.  You have the most magnificent
breasts I believe I have ever seen. And a beauty that even your mask cannot
completely hide."

"Who are you and what are you going to do to me?"

"I am Philip Dunbar who's business you have disrupted.  The girl you took from
my men and her virginity were to have been auctioned to the highest bidder.  But
because of your meddling my clientele will be disappointed.  I was sorry to
learn that you are not a virgin.  However you will have to serve as a substitute
on the auction block."

"You can't do this.  When I tell your clients that I am not a willing
participant in this, you'll be arrested and punished!"

"My dear, my clientele are extremely rich men who harbor rape fantasies.  In
particular the rape of young and beautiful virgins.  I fulfill those fantasies
and reap enormous amounts of money.  And they in turn protect my organization
from prosecution.  I own every marshal and sheriff within a hundred miles,
except for an old man in Sharpston.  So your ample endowments will be sold and I
will profit.  By tomorrow I will have my lost virgin back and my business will
go on as usual."  

As he finished speaking, the man left the room and was replaced by a small woman
who measured the Rangerette's breasts and hips.  Muttering to herself, she also
left and the heroine was alone.

Later the woman returned and placed garments on the bed.  She covered the masked
woman's sex with a red thong, then wrapped a skirt around her hips.  Two buttons
held the skirt in place so that the front gapped open and the thong could be
seen.  On each hip of the skirt a small holster was sewn and the woman placed a
toy pistol in each.  She laced a halter-top on the heroine that barely covered
her nipples and aureoles.  Finally the woman rouged the Rangerette's cheeks and
perfumed her body.

As the woman left the room she said to someone,  "She's ready you can take her
to the theater."  Two men entered the room and untied the heroine's legs from
the bed and helped her to her feet.  In a mirror the masked woman could see her
reflection.  The costume was a perverse replica of her clothing.  She looked
like a child's doll.

She was led down the corridor and into the theater.  At center stage her legs
were manacled to the floor and as it rotated she looked at the men taking their
seats around the stage.  Dunbar had not lied; she recognized some of the men as
reputable businessmen, others were politicians, men whose reputations would be
ruined if word of their deviations were to surface.

Dunbar took the stage and spoke to the assemblage.  "Gentlemen I am sorry to
announce that our virgin is not available until tomorrow night.  But I have
obtained a lovely young woman who fights for justice in the west and hides her
identity behind a mask, The Lone Rangerette."

An audible gasp went up from the group.  The Rangerette's legend had begun to
grow in the newspapers and some of the men were aware of who she was.

"Now gentlemen I will inform you that the masked woman is not a virgin and the
bidding can begin."

The bids came from all parts of the audience.  Dunbar was surprised how spirited
the bidders were.  After thirty minutes the bidding stood at thirty thousand
dollars.  He had never had a virgin receive such high bids.  Only two men
remained in the auction: a congressman and a young Frenchman.  At thirty-five
thousand the congressman ceded.  

"Monsieur Reneau is the winning bidder!"  Announced Dunbar.  "Would you like to
inspect your prize?"

The Frenchman stepped to the stage.  He was a diminutive man standing only about
four feet tall, but was well proportioned.  He walked to the heroine and looked
at her almost six foot height.  "I look forward to our evening, Cheri."  He
said.  "Would you like some of my tea?"  He offered a glass containing iced tea
to the Rangerette.

The heroine was grateful for his thoughtfulness.  She had been a prisoner for
some time now and was quite thirsty.  She nodded her head.

The small man pulled a chair beside her and placed the glass at her lips.  As
she drank greedily, he continued to pour the liquid down her throat until she
had emptied all of it.

"You may take her to her room and undress her, but leave her mask on."  Said
Reneau.  "I'll be along shortly."

The Rangerette lay on her bed the garish costume had been removed and she wore
only her mask.  The restraints were still on her wrists and neck and her legs
had been retied to the bed.  But for some reason her limbs felt very heavy, as
if weights were tied to them.

Her buyer walked into the room and began undressing.  After his clothes were
removed and laid neatly on bedside table he climbed on the bed with the
Rangerette.  "I don't think we will need any of these."  He said as he removed
all her restraints.  "Does that feel better?"

The masked woman attempted to answer but couldn't manage to speak.  Her mind
raced.  "What's wrong with me?  I can see and hear okay but I cannot move my
body!"

"It seems that my elixir is working."  Chuckled the little man.  "The tea you
drank contained herbs that paralyze your body and stimulate your sexual drive. 
You may just enjoy tonight."  He said.

Taking the Rangerette's hand in his he wrapped her fingers around his flaccid
prick and slowly stroked it until he started to harden.  With his other hand he
played with the heroine's nipple. Softly rolling it between his thumb and
forefinger reveling as it hardened and grew.  Cupping his scrotum in her hand he
rubbed himself back and forth on it.  His member was now rigid.   Reaching into
the drawer beside the bed he took some balm from a jar and lubricated his dick. 
Moving between the woman's legs he moved his face near her vagina.  

The heroine could not believe what was happening. Outlaws for their
gratification had used her, but she had always been detached from the sex.  She
hadn't responded as they touched her, but now her body was responding to the
small man's manipulations.  She had even been excited to notice that his cock
was not proportionate to his body.  It was over two inches thick and eight
inches long.  Her breathing was becoming shallow and her juices were flowing. 
Her breast was extra sensitive as he played with her nipple.  The closeness of
his breath on her labia caused her to shudder in anticipation of his entry.

He could smell the heady aroma of the woman's vagina and felt the shiver that
went through her body.  Reneau smiled.  The herbs were working.  Soon he would
mount her and even though she couldn't move her body both of them would enjoy
the experience.  

The wine he drank tonight was making him sleepy.  It was best that he finish
with her quickly before he slept.  He could take more time with her after he was
refreshed.

He positioned his cock at her opening and slid easily into her lubricated
vagina.  Her vaginal canal felt like a warm sleeve around his sensitive prick as
he rocked in and out of her.  He smiled as he felt her first climax as her vulva
jerked against his cock and continued his assault.  The herbs caused her to
climax several more times before he finally came inside her.

The wine and sex overcame the Frenchman and he fell asleep with his cock still
inside the Rangerette and he used one of her breasts as a pillow.

The Rangerette felt the man cum inside her vagina, then heard his light snoring
as he fell asleep with his prick still touching her sensitive inner walls.  If
she could've moved she would have continued to have sex with him, but her body
would not respond.  Slowly, fitfully the heroine fell into a troubled sleep.

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Tonta had taken the woman, Barbara Wilson to the marshal's office in Cottonwood. 
She and the marshal had learned of her being hired by a placement service in St.
Louis to teach.  She gave them descriptions of her abductors, but couldn't tell
them where she was being taken.  Finally they took her to a boardinghouse for a
meal and some rest.  

It was late afternoon and Tonta decided to go to the campsite, the Rangerette
should be back from trailing the gang by now.  Telling Marshal Todd she would be
in touch, she mounted Scout and left town.  She was surprised that her companion
was not waiting for her, but was soon busy making a fire and fixing a meal.  As
darkness fell she banked the fire, settled into her bedroll and quickly fell
asleep.

Early in the morning something woke Tonta.  Reaching for her gun she looked
around the site.  Silver stood looking at her.  Sitting up she checked for her
friend.

"Where's Rangerette big fellow?  Has something happened to her?"

The stallion reared his head and nickered.  

"Hold on I'll be right with you."  The maiden doused the fire, then saddled
Scout and buckled her gun onto her hip.  Mounting she said.  "Lead on Silver
we're right behind you!"

The white stallion led her to deserted Silvertown and the wall of the old
mercantile.

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The Rangerette awoke with the small Frenchman's cock still inside her vagina and
his head nestled atop her breast.  Even in his sleep his hand played with the
nipple of her other breast.  But she felt no arousal, no overwhelming urge for
sex.  Slowly she curled her fingers then moved her arms and legs, taking care
not to disturb the sleeping man. 

Satisfied that she had control of her body again the masked woman grabbed Reneau
by the back of his neck and pushed him into her chest.  The small man couldn't
cry out in this position.  Holding him tight she looked for something to gag him
with.  

On his pile of clothing she reached his socks and pulling his face away from her
and his prick out of her, stuffed them into his gasping mouth.  She used the
neck and wrist restraints to bind him and her thong to secure the gag.  Finally
she tied his ankles with the straps at the end of the bed as she looked into his
frightened eyes.

She went to the basin and cleaned the semen and juices off her nether regions. 
Gathering her clothing she quickly dressed and checked the loads in her weapons. 
Her composure had returned as she opened the door and peered into the
passageway.

No one was in sight and she worked her way to the false wall.  Opening it she
slipped outside.  Something caught her eye as the wall swung shut.  Her gun
flashed into her hand and pointed at the movement.

"Wait Kemo Sabe!"  Whispered a familiar voice.  "Save those bullets for the bad
guys."

The Rangerette embraced her friend.  Now the odds didn't seem so insurmountable. 
She explained to Tonta that there were about Thirty men inside, but that only
five or so were in the gang.  The rest were patrons of the bordello.  After
working out a plan they entered the corridor.

Moving to the first room on the corridor the two entered quietly and quickly
subdued the man lying on the bed.  They exchanged the restraints from the woman
to the patron and left him in the care of the 'doll' he had raped.  They
continued down the passageway until all the rooms were in the control of the
women.  

In the theater the Rangerette and Tonta found four of the gang passed out around
a table with a young woman tied to it.  They had raped her and cum from their
repeated attacks on the woman oozed from her ravaged cunt.  The woman watched as
they approached the stage.  The masked woman put a finger to her lips to hush
her.

Taking no chances the heroines clubbed the four and tied them with straps strewn
about the stage. After the men were gagged they turned their attention to the
woman.

After they untied her and helped her to her room the Rangerette asked if she
knew where Dunbar was.  The woman told them he had an office at the far end of
the theater.  

Leaving her the two went back to the theater and located the office door. 

Bursting in they saw Philip Dunbar and Marshal Todd talking across a desk. 
Barbara Wilson lay bound and gagged on a couch.  

Dunbar's arm swung toward the women, a derringer in his palm.  Before he could
fire, the Rangerette's gun roared and spat flame.  The derringer flew from his
numb hand and Dunbar slumped in his chair.  The marshal's raised his hands into
the air.  He didn't want to challenge the pair.

"After we tie them up Tonta I want you to find the livery.  They have to get
these men here somehow.  We'll need wagons and horses to haul them out."

"But who can we trust to turn them over to?"  Asked Tonta.

"An old man in Sharpston."  Answered the Rangerette.

The End