Blizzard! On their way across the endlessÂ plains of Kansas, Tonto and The Lone Ranger are caught in the snowstorm of the century. In addition to the snow, the West’s greatest heroes must battle a band of cold-blooded killers and a case of pneumonia. The old west wasn’t always high noon, a bright sun and dust. Sometimes it was midnight, a full moon and pure white for as far as the eye could see. The snow of the plains will be stained with blood by the end of this long night for The Lone Ranger.
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