 Hio Silver! A fiery horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust and a hearty Hio Silver! The Lone Ranger! With his faithful Indian companion Tato, the masked rider of the planes led the fight for law and order in the early western United States. The stories of his strength and courage, his daring and resourcefulness have come down to us through the generations. And nowhere in the pages of history can one find a greater champion of justice. Return with us now to those thrilling days of yesteryear. From out of the past in the thundering hoofbeats of the great horse Silver, the Lone Ranger rides again! Come on Silver! Let's go, big fellow! I am Silver! Silver! Traveling over a hundred miles to see a doctor wasn't Sam Camps' idea of a good time, but his daughter Linda had insisted upon it. Consequently, the rugged old cattle rancher was slightly annoyed when Dr. Eldin avoided a direct question. Speak up! What's the matter? Can't you talk? Oh, yeah. Excuse me, Sam. What'd you say? Take that infernal stethoscope contraption out of your ears and maybe you can hear. All right. Well, button your shirt, Sam. I'm through with the examination. Your dad burned right you. Now I want to know what this tomfooler is all about. I've answered your questions. Now you answer mine. Very well. My diagnosis indicates an acute cardiac condition. Aggravated play. Talk plain English. Don't hide behind a lot of fancy words. All right. This ought to be plain enough. You've got a bad heart, Sam. A very bad heart. I don't believe it. And in a man your age, that's serious. Hogwash! This is Eldin, you old sawbones. I've known you for over 40 years and you can't tell me it. Then I'll tell Linda. She's outside in the waiting room, isn't she? Sure. Linda and that Cleming before man came up here with me on this fool trip. Good. Linda! Oh, Linda! Yes, Dr. Eldin? Will you come in for a moment, please? Oh, come on. Where's Matt? Ain't he waiting out there, too? Matt said he had some private business to take care of. He'll meet us back at the hotel. Well, it's just as well. What I have to say is a family matter and concerns no one else. What do you mean, doctor? Is there... Don't pay any attention to him. The old pillow is talking through his head. No, I'm not. Sam's a sick man. Unless he follows my advice, I won't be responsible for what'll happen. What is it? I mean, what's the trouble? A heart condition. A serious one. He won't believe me, so I'm telling you. Thank you, doctor. What kind of treatment is that? Oh, don't listen to him. Be quiet, dad. Now, Dr. Eldin. Well, the principal thing to remember is this. No violent exercise. No exertion. And above all, no excitement. I understand. If he observes those rules, he'll probably outlive all of us. Your dad won't write a will. Otherwise, excuse me, folks. Oh, Matt, I didn't hear you come in. I just happened to be... Well, Sam, what does this sore bone say about you? I'm fit as a fiddle made out of wangrelum tortoise. Ain't that right, doc? Well, I... Dad's feeling good, Matt. The examination was very successful. Glad to hear it. Then we'll be heading back for the ranch today? Well, no, not today. It might be better if we rest. I mean, wait over here in Falls City until tomorrow morning. That's a good idea. Or I just remembered an errand I've got to do. I'll see you and your pa at the hotel, Miss Linda. Sure, Matt. Don't forget to send one of them telegrams so the boys will meet the train tomorrow afternoon at Cottonwood Junction. I won't forget. Do it right now. I want to send two telegrams, both to the same place. All right. Where do they go? Cottonwood Junction. Here, I've got them all written out. And here's the money to pay for it. Thanks. I'll put them right on the wire. Hey, you're slim Kirby, aren't you? From the Circle Dot Spread? Yep. Telegram, you've been hanging around here waiting for. Guess this must be it. Just came in. All right, read it to me. It says everything turned out like I expected. Arrived tomorrow afternoon. You know what to do. Sign Matt. Thanks. Yeah, this is kind of funny. Can't figure it out. What do you mean? This is the second message that's come in today. Signed the same way. The other one was for the ranch hands out of Sam Kemp's Bar-K. I figured that one was from Matt Fleming, Sam's foreman. But he wouldn't be telegraphing you. You know what's the matter with most brass pounders like you? No. What do you mean? They figure too much. And that ain't healthy. I don't understand. You will, Buster. Later on. It was late the following afternoon when the lone ranger in Tonto reigned up their horses near the lonely railroad station at Cottonwood Junction. Oh, it's got no feather. No feather. There's a watering trough tunnel back at the railroad station. Horses need a drink. I'm scoffed. Come on, some feather. Come on, boy. Come on, here. Look, came a zombie. See, all over there? In big feather. Yes, he is. Wonder why anyone would tie a bull to an iron steak out here in the sun. Shaded loading pens on the other side of the station. I mean, not no. There are two sabre horses in shade. No sign of the man who ride them. The station looked deserted. I think, uh, let's look inside, Tonto. Ah. Noretsky. Are you the station agent here? Listen, no owl who combusts into here. Whether I'm an Oslo or not has nothing to do with cruelly to animals. What's that? There's a bull outside, chained to an iron steak. Yeah? What of it? With a sun as hot as it is, an empty loading pen in the shade. Why can't it be moved? That's my business. I'm making it mine. Yeah? Listen, hard case. You and your engine part better mosey along. You might get hurt. You understand? Yes. I think I do. Since when do station agents carry guns? You ask for this owl hood? I'm going to show you. No, you're not. Oh, my hand. Hey, Lip. Lip, come on here. What the? Tonto, watch out. There's another door back of you. I'll meet you. Drill him, Lip. Where is it? Come on, Lip. Tonto, you're hurt. Oh, not bad. Not bad. You go catch crook. Oh, they're not important. Here, let me see where that bullet nicked you. It's shoulder. Let me fix it myself. Here, make a bandage out of this neck at you. Oh, let me get this bound. Easy. There, that better? Uh, uh, crook come from other room. You cannot see him. He didn't die until, wait a minute. The dead man lying in that back room, Tonto. He's been clubbed over the head. You think crook killed him? I'm sure of it. Probably the station agent. I can't see any reason for killing him. But this is just a small junction, no Wells Fargo branch or... Keep him a subby. Train come. Yes. Under the circumstances, we can't risk being seen. Do you feel better, Tonto? Uh-huh. Come on, then. We got the horses and waiting that crumb of cottonwoods. Junction! Here we are, Dad. Now, be careful. Watch the stairs. Take it easy, Mr. Camp. Easy. I'll make all my arms, both of you. I'm not so old I have to be lifted off the train. All right. All right. The station is deserted. Now, where are the thunderations the buckboards are supposed to meet us? You send that telegram like I told you, man. Sure. Sure, I did. The boys will be here pretty soon. Well, the only thing we can do is wait. Hey, Linda, what's that red contraption you're carrying? Looks like an umbrella. It's a parasol, Dad. A present from me. He bought it for me in Falls City. Isn't it pretty? I thought Miss Linda would like something fancy to keep the sun out of her eyes. Yeah. I guess women folks like those bright-colored googles. I never can see much sense in the world. Wait here. I'll go ask the station agent whether he's seen any of our ranch hands. I declare a bunch of lazy, no good show folks. Ain't got gumption enough to meet a train. Now, Dad, remember what Dr. Eldon said about getting excited. Who's excited? Now, Matt's disappeared. How are we ever going to get home? All right, Dad. You wait here with the releases. I'll see what's happened to Matt. That man didn't go into the station, Tutto. He walked around to the other side. Ah. And now that girl with a red parasol is going to... He's happy. Look. The bull. He's gotten loose. And if he sees that red parasol... Linda, watch out! Run, Linda! Run in that lava! Let him off, Tutto. Who's your gun? I'll try to reach the girl. Get him off! Come on, Silver. Go, the parasol away! Throw it! Linda! Linda! Up you come! Oh, Silver. Oh, my hope. Oh, for a minute I thought I was... Why, you're wearing a mask and an outlaw. That was a narrow escape. Here, I'll put you down. Oh, my hope. Oh, my hope. Oh, make him whole. Keep him happy. Good. And an Indian. Where did you two come from? Very big fella. We were... We were behind that grove of cottonwood. Linda, are you all right, Miss Linda? I tried to warn you that that... Say, who's this outlaw? I don't... Dad. He's lying over there. Oh! Well, who are you? What's the idea that... I was just going to ask how the bull happened to get loose. Well, how do I know? I don't know anything. Dad! Miss Linda! He's dead. Are you sure? He ran. Tried to help me. It must have been too much for his heart. Oh, I... I'm sure sorry, Miss Linda. Accidents like this are... If it was an accident... What do you mean? Seems strange that an angry bull just happened to get loose when you were carrying a red parasol. Not any stranger than a masked owl who's popping up out of thin air. Well, thank heaven for that. If you hadn't been there... There might have been two murders instead of one. Murder? Oh, you don't... Now, listen, mister. I don't know who you are. I don't care. But I don't like the way you're slinging words around. Mask, don't! And what's more, I'm turning you and the red skin over to the law. I'll get your hands up. Both of you. The curtain falls on the first act of our Lone Ranger story. Before the next exciting scenes, please permit us to pause for just a few moments. Now to continue our story. Ignoring Matt Fleming's command to raise their hands, the Lone Ranger and Tanta walk calmly toward the drawn gun. I said reach. Both of you. We heard what you said. And you'd better get him up fast or I'll... Hello, help! No, you can't... Oh, let go of my arm, you red... Drop gun! Drop gun there! And run up, Tanta. Oh, you sneaked up on me. Grab my wristband. All of us are interested in your explanations. You dirty owl hoot. You and the engine gang up on one man. I'm sure you turned that bull loose and did it on purpose. That's a lie. You know the two men who killed the station agent less than an hour ago? The station agent? I saw them. One was a tall slim fellow who called the other man Lip. Slim? Lip? Well, Matt, that sounds like Slim Kirby and Lip Braddock from the Circle Doll. No. Now, it couldn't be. If there's been any killing around here, this is the army who did it. You seem pretty sure. If there wasn't two of you buzzes against me... Uh, Tonto. Hold my gun belt, will you? Ah, now, me hold it. Now, neither of us has a gun. The odds are even. What are you going to do about it? Plenty. I'm waiting. Why, you... This was your idea? Matt! He isn't hurt. He'll be all right. Oh, why did you do that? He asked for it. Who are you? Who you are and who's behind these murders is more important. I'm Linda Camp. That's Matt Fleming. He's Dad's foreman of the Bar-K. You see, we had taken Dad to a doctor in Falls City. He had a weak heart. I understand. You have my deepest sympathy. You... You don't talk like an outlaw. I'm not. Now, I want to help you. But how? Do you mind telling me how long you've owned that little red parasol? That caused so much trouble. What? Matt gave it to me as a present just before we got on the train in Falls City. But I'm sure he didn't know anything like this would happen. Maybe. Who's coming? Follow. Can you see? Ah, poor, maybe five men. Them ride hard. It must be the boys from the ranch. They should have been here earlier. They'll help you take care of your father. Here, Silver, scout. Where are you going? To the next town, report the station agent's murder to the sheriff's city big fella. Is that it? Uh-huh. Be ready. I can't figure you out. Come on, Silver. Get up, scout. On the evening of the third day after her father's sudden death, Linda sat alone on the darkened veranda of the Bar-K ranch house. She was still shocked and bewildered by the strange events that had taken place. It's Linda. Oh, hello, Matt. Let her find you alone. There's some things we've got to talk over. Things? Business. Now that your pa's gone, how about everything here at the Bar-K? We'll carry on, of course. That's the way Dad would have wanted it. I'm glad to hear you say that, especially the we part. What do you mean? You'll find out about it tomorrow. A lawyer's coming out from Falls City. What in the world are you talking about? Well, your pa's will. The lawyer's bringing it with him. I didn't know Dad ever made a will. Oh, yeah. Sam and I talked the whole thing over about six months ago. Of course, neither of us had any idea it would be needed so soon, but that's the way he wanted it. I can't believe it until I actually see that. What are you trying to say, Matt? Well, it's no secret. You'll hear it from the lawyer tomorrow anyway. Hear what? That Sam left this whole layout to me. What? Yep, lock, stock and barrel. It's ridiculous. My own father leave the bar cave to a stranger? I'm not exactly a stranger, Linda. I've worked for Sam for over ten years. This is preposterous. But I know how you feel, Linda. And I'm willing to do the right thing. The right? And what is that? Share it with you. I think you're entitled to half the bar cave. You're very generous, Matt. We'll run the place together. After all, a man's got to be married sometime. Married? Well, I guess you know I've been sweet on you, Linda. First you tell me the ranch is no longer my home, and then you offer to marry me. Why not? I wouldn't marry you, Matt Fleming, if you owned every ranch in Texas. Kind of snippy, ain't you? You'll change your tune tomorrow. One thing that'll never change is my opinion about you. Good night, Mr. Fleming. The Outlaw, what are you doing? I've been waiting for you. I came in the back door, and I couldn't help but overhear what your foreman just said. It isn't true. Dad wouldn't have made a will without... I'm sure he wouldn't. That's as I'm sure that a man is responsible for two murders. Won't stop at forgery. Murder? What do you mean? The station agent had cotton with junction... and your father. But Dad died of a heart attack when that mad bull got loose and saw my parasol. Which was bright red, given to you for that very purpose. Uh... Matt Fleming. Who else could it be? Why, yes, I... I'm going to ride right into town and see Sheriff McKay. No, no. Fleming would deny the whole thing. His lawyer would fail to show up tomorrow. Your life would be in danger from now on. But I... I've got to do something. If you let me help, I think we can make Matt convict himself. But how? Call your foreman and tell him you've changed your mind. Changed my... I will not. I detest Matt Fleming and I... You look... you don't understand. Now listen carefully and I'll explain what I mean. It was less than an hour later when Matt Fleming walked away from the big ranch house for the second time that evening. He was in a much better mood this time. Matt. Oh, Matt. What? Oh. Oh, it's you, Slim. Yeah. Me and Lip have been waiting here for the corral. I've been talking to the girl. Has she caught on yet? When I first sprung on her, she was bored and mad. Then a few minutes ago, she sent word out to the bunkhouse. Said she wanted to see me. Yeah? I guess she got the thing then over. Because now she says maybe old man Kemp did make a will. My lawyer gets here tomorrow. I'm glad to hear it's working out. Me and Lip rode over for our payoff. You promised 200 cash right after the job. Yeah. What job? I had to do it myself. That wasn't our fault. That mask, armory, and the red skin ambled in the depot and queried everything. We'd no sooner shot the staging agent than he could. I know all about it. Then shell out some money and we'll be drifting back to the circle dot. I... I'm not gonna Welsh on the payoff or your mat. Oh, I'll give it to you. Right now, in cash. But there's 200 more in it if you'll handle another little job. What kind? Well, Lip had just told me that she didn't doubt my word. But just to be on the safe side, she's gonna go through all of Kemp's papers tomorrow to make sure he didn't write another will. Whoa. What does that mean? How do I know? Maybe the old cook didn't make a will. I don't think so. But I've gotta be sure. What's all that got to do with Lip and me? Now, you armory's wait a little while till around midnight. You can get into the house easy. The old man kept all of his papers in a big roll-top desk. It's in the front room. And you want us to look for a will, is that it? Sure. Why don't you do it yourself? No. You know, the inside of the house, there's any argument at the showdown tomorrow. I've got to have a perfect alibi. There's 200 more in it whether we find anything or not, huh? I've got the cash here in my pocket. I'll wait for you right here. What do you say, slam? Sure. Why not? Good. I'll meet you here just after midnight. Matt, where the devil are you? Why? Not so loud. Did you find anything? Yeah. I'm looking for one of them pigeon holes in the desk. What? Let me see it. There's writing on the envelope. It tells you what it is. It's too dark to see. We can't risk a light out here. Come on into the barn. There's a lantern in there. Oh, a strike of light, Slim. Yeah. See? It's just what Slim told you. Read what it says. The last will and testament of Samuel Kemp. So the old coop did right out of will. Aren't you going to open it? Sure, sure. The lucky thing I thought of sending you... What? What's the matter? Why the... There's no paper in this envelope. What do you mean? Nothing but an old blotter. And a soggy one at that. Look. Well, I'll be... Don't go, Halfwits. Why didn't you make sure about... How did we know what it was in it? It says right there on the front. It's a blotter. You can see that, can't you? You can't see. Feel. Yeah. You're right. How about our payoff, Matt? I'm not paying on a dime to li... Hey. This envelope proves there is a will in there someplace. Come on. Show me exactly where you found it. How much longer do you think we'll have to wait? They'll be back. I'm sure of that. Unless I miss my guess, Matt Fleming will be with them. Every time I think... Quiet. I think we have visitors. Over something. We're not here. Where do we get to the desk? It's right over there. Quiet. Remember to tell... That's right, Matt. You never can tell. Who's that? Quite the land, Linda. All right. Remember, my guns are covering all three of you. What? Look. It's the same man. Watch out. He's grease-lidin' with those guns. Oh, you won't? I'm a slut right through my arm. You're lucky I didn't try to kill you. I'll put up your hands, all of you. Mind rough. Good. What's going on here? Sheriff McCabe. This is the man I was telling you about, Sheriff. Matt Fleming and the two riders from the Circle Dot Ranch. They killed the station agent at the junction. Probably because he asked too many questions. They put that wild bull up there to meet the train. Yeah. I'll take care of him. Look at Linda's father. He tried to kill her. That's a lie. See, he knew the old man had a weak heart. So he tried what he thought was a perfect scheme. He was going to follow that up with a forged willow. Lies, all lies. You can't prove a thing. And why did the three of you break in here and search Mr. Kemp's desk? We didn't. We were just going by. Ah, the story won't work, Matt. You're convicted with the same color with which you killed the man you worked for and tried to cheat his daughter. Color? What do you mean? Look at these fingers, Sheriff. They're stained with red ink. It came from a blotter which Miss Linda soaked in ink earlier this evening. The other half of it is on Mr. Kemp's desk. You're going to hang, Fleming. No. And so are these other two. Good. Well, howdy-oast, Miss Kemp. But wait. You can't leave now, not until you've... Why, he's gone. And I still don't know his name. Why, that's simple, Linda. You've been talking to the Lone Ranger. Come and do it for me! For you have just heard is a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated.