Narrator: The high country of northern California: big timber country above the tumbling Trinity River that washed out rich veins of gold nuggets, for the mining, for the killing. This is "Terror on the Trinity" where the legend almost ended for Bat Masterson.
Tom: I went out to check your claim, Mr. Masterson. It's a rich one, all right.
Bat: Our claim, 50-50. You do the work and I'll help spend the money and civilize San Francisco.
Bat: You both live in the same world, and it's a pretty good one if you don't fight it, but sort of spin with it.