Old Marsden: A Frank Roderus Western
When he was born his parents named him Alvin, but that was a good time ago. These days pretty much everybody just called him Cap. Maybe he wasn't quite as spry as he was back in his trapping days, but he could still sit a horse and his aim was almost as fine as ever.
Most of the time, though, he was perfectly content to regale his granddaughter with tales of his exploits. But when someone kidnapped that lovely little girl. Cap wasn't about to leave her rescue up to somebody else. He wouldn't rest until she was home safe and sound. And until whoever took her learned just how much grit Cap still had in him.