GRANDPA LOOKS OVER HIS LAND
During his youth Grandpa had made peace with the Indians and claimed his ranch
at the base of Greenhorn Mountain on the front range of the Rockies. All was
harmonious until the day Grandpa, nearly seventy, was sitting high up on a rocky
precipice overlooking his land. He spied marauding renegades and Apaches
weaving silently across an eyebrow trail onto his ranch. The band splits and one
group of the marauders attacks the ranch. Grandpa, despite his age, must warn his
loved ones and defend his ranch from this attack.