Valley of Cruicifixion by Orrin Hollmer Towering into the night like a massive guardian sentry, Don Attero's Cross kept watch over Deep Water Valley. Only the cries of a mountain lion shattered the silence; not a living thing stirred. Then, with only the moon and two riders as spectators, a mysterious something swung from the beams of the cross. Studying this strange decoration from a blurring distance, The Masked Rider and Blue Hawk rode down to investigate-only to plunge into a seething, sizzling cauldron of iniquity and bloody devilment.