A rancher and his foreman (apparently) take out after horse thieves leaving the daughter of one of them behind. They ride into an ambush. The foreman is killed and the rancher is seriously injured. Then they cut to Boston (my neck of the woods). A young man and a young woman are seen in evening clothes in a room with the door locked. Just as things seem to be heating up there is a pounding on the door. Apparently the young lady's father knows they're in there, doesn't trust them and wants to get his hands on the young man who now scoops up his cape, hat and cane. He grabs an apple (""I hate to eat and run"") and goes out through her balcony window and drops safely to the ground below. He is then approached by a man claiming to be a Pinkerton Agent representing the young man's father. The young man whom we now know to be Scott Lancer is being offered $1000 plus all expenses to travel to California and speak with his father (whom he claims to have never met) for one hour. In Me