 A fiery horse for the speed of light, a cloud of dust and a hearty hail 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 come the thundering hoofbeats of the great horse Silver, the lone ranger rides again. Come on Silver, faster boy, faster, higher Silver, higher. It was nearly midnight when Sheriff John Bartlett rode to his fiddleback ranch with two prisoners in tow. John knew that the sound of their horses had awakened his son, because a moment later, the back door of the ranch house opened and he heard the boy call. That you, Dad? Yep. Light the lamp, Matt. We'll be in there in a minute. Sure. All right, you buzzards. Hit the dirt. This is where we bed down. All right. All right. Good going, man. Who'd you catch, Dad? A couple of long riddies. Snakey looking quitties, ain't they? You've seen these men before. Hang around Harker City. Yeah, that's likely so. They're part of the gang that's been robbing the Spencer Stage Line. I wouldn't doubt it. Where'd you pick them up? Oh, into the Calasco River. I'd trade them from that hold that night before last. Well, you've almost might as well sit down. You ain't going anyplace yet. All right. I'll come and scoff you off here at the ranch, Dad. Hey, too late to ride into town tonight. Kinda tired out. Got a lot of ground roundin' up these buzzards. Before them, the other two gave me the slip. I heard these into jail first thing in the morning. You get some sleep, Dad. I'll keep watch over them. They won't give you any trouble, Matt. I've got their hands tied with the rod. They're not so tough. Just a run in the rim rock owl hoots. It's the trouble, huh? Yes, I didn't corral head man. That's right, boys. You're one of them smart batch toters. Figure it out for yourself. Still on the prod, eh? Might go a little easier with you farmers if you told me who your boss is. Bet you wish you knew. Maybe. I guess you're forgetting about that guard you're getting the whole up. The charge against both of you is murder. That means a rope and a tight one around both of your scrawny necks. We'll never hang. It wouldn't be too sure if I were you. Want a bet on it? $5 will get you $10. If I was a gambler, take that bet. Somebody coming, Dad. I'll see you in a minute. Turn down the light before you open that door. Yeah. Can't be too careful. Two of the bunch got away. They might have trained me. Keep your gun handy, Matt. Who's there? Mord Spencer. Don't you recognize me, Matt? Mord's there? Yeah. Come on in, Mr. Spencer. What's here? Wait. I'll turn up the lamp here. Hello, Mord. John, I... Well, what's this? Glad you came by, Mord. These are two of the gents who had been looting your stages for the past months. So you nailed them, eh? Ah, good work, sir. Well, at least it's a beginning. I'll run the rest of them down. I'm sure you will. Well, you sneak and pull, kids. What have you got to say to yourselves? Same thing you'd say, Mr. if you was where we are. Nothing. Hmm. That very anxious talk, are they, John? They talk all right. Wait till they spend a few days in jail. Never saw the gunslinger yet. They wouldn't squeal when he saw a hanger open. Taking them into town tonight? I'm going to wait until sun up. I need some sleep. Even the saddle for two days. Matt'll keep an eye on the critters while I rest. No, no need to put the boy to that trouble. I'll stay here. Well, watching glutes like these ain't your job more. Why not? They've been robbing my stages, haven't they? I'm as anxious to see them safely behind bars as you are. Well, maybe you're right. I am took it out. And watching two hyenas is a pretty big job for Matt. Oh, Paul, I can watch. Well, both of you get some sleep. I'll see you right here with my gun in easy reach. Mr. Spencer's right, Matt. Come on, let's hit the hay. Got a big day ahead of us tomorrow. If you want some coffee, Mr. Spencer, there's a pot full in the back of the stove. Oh, thanks, Matt. I'll get along all right. Good night, Sheriff. Good night, Mord. Come on, Matt. If you jaspers have an idea, you might get loose. Remember, I can trigger this gun before you can move. The sheriff and his son are retired at their cots in the bedroom. A few moments later, they were both asleep. But like most men who live in the west, they slept lightly. It was Matt who woke first about an hour later when his keen ears caught the scuff of a heavy boot on the floor in the next room. What's that? The pressure of his hand on his father's shoulder awakened the sheriff instantly. They're dead. What is it, Matt? Somebody walking next room. Spencer? Don't think so. It sounds like somebody's sneaking. No reason for him to sneak. You all right? Got your gun, Matt? Right here. Good. They're coming this way. Watch then, Doornob. If it turns, we'll start blasting. Doornob, it's turning. It's one of them outlaws. Cut him down, Matt. What the... Did... Did we get him, Dad? I don't know. Too dark to tell. I could have hit the floor if I didn't know if he was... Oh! Pete, where are you? Pete, are you hit? Who fired those shots? It wasn't me, Dad. Spencer, strike him out so we can see what happened. Sure. Look at that, Dad. It's the men you brought in. He would hardly get loose. Doorn, do you all right? Come here, Matt. I have a shoe on. I was shooting in the dark. I couldn't tell whether I... I guess I dropped him, all right. Now, they did? They did. Matt and I opened up, and they tried to sneak in here. But it was you who led them to nail him. They're sneaking sidewinders. Dad had their hands tied. How'd they get... I must have dozed off a little bit after you two went to bed. One of these fellas slipped his bones, I guess, because the first thing I knew he was holding a gun on me. You can't figure that one. Those raw-eyed ropes I used to tie him... Then they hid me over the head and knocked me cold. The next thing I knew was the noise of your guns. That brought me around. So I grabbed this extra gun and carried my shoulder holster and started shooting. It's a good thing you did, Mort. Well, dead owl hoots are better live ones. Yeah. I kind of wish these had stayed alive just a little bit longer. Why? Matt had got some information out of them. Found out who's the head of the gang. You'll find out someday, Chef. In the meantime, I'm glad these two are dead. Yes, he gets you right. What are we going to do with them, Dad? Can't leave them here? Of course. Come, son. We'll take the critters over to Kalskull Creek and... Kalskull Creek? Is the land over that way part of your ranch, Chef? Sure. It's all part of the fiddle bag. Good grazing land, too. But I guess a couple of our hoot graves won't spoil it. Kalskull Creek? You might, if I go along, Chef. Maybe I can help. Well, Matt and I can do the job all right, Mort. But if you want to see these varmints planted, it's all right for me. Oh, thanks. Well, Matt, as long as we're going to wait around a little more than now about some of that coffee you were talking about. Oh, sure. I'll heat it up right away. We're shortly after sunrise, the following morning when the Lone Ranger, Tonto, and Dan Reid rained up their horses near Kalskull Creek. Oh, Kalskull Creek! What's happening over there? It's just what I was curious about, Dan. Those men are digging for something. You see what's in Springwagon? Men dig grave. Yes, I believe you're right, Tonto. It does look like a burial party. Funny place to bury anybody, right out there in the middle of the prairie. It is strange, Dan, especially when there's a cemetery near town, over five miles from here. Maybe those men need some help. You and Tonto ride over there, and I'll wait for you here. Sure. Come on, Victor. Come on, let's go. Oh, whoopie! Hello! Hello, man. My friend and I saw you from the river trail. You need any help? No, thanks. It's the same. We'll make that all right. Great. You're ready, man. No, man. Spencer and I will carry him. We'll get him in the shovel dirt bag. It's all the same to you, Sheriff. I'd rather handle the shovel. It doesn't make a big difference. You help me get him out of the wagon right there. Sure. Are the men you're burying friends of yours? No, just a couple of no-good-out hoots. A dead-lit boy's living. All right, man, sweet-out. Help me. Tonto know that man, damn. Mm-hmm. Who is he, Tonto? Him, Lawman, Sheriff Bartlett. Young father, his son. He not know other men. Now, look. He's putting pieces of rock or dirt in his pocket. Isn't that right? I wonder why he's doing that. All right, Spitzy. Here they are. Shove it in the dirt. Yeah, this is a job I really enjoy. I guess there's nothing wrong, Tonto. Just a sheriff burying a couple of dead-out laws. Ah. I'd still like to know why that other man keeps putting those pieces of rock in his pocket. Why does it want a sheriff isn't looking? Me not know. If we can't be of any help, Sheriff, my friend and I'll be riding along. Sure. Thanks for your help, anyway, son. Come on, Victor. Get him up, Scout. How did you find out? Tonto was right. It was a lawman, his son, and other men burying a couple of dead-out laws. Was that so? Ah, lawman, Sheriff Bartlett. Bartlett, huh? Ah. Then this must be part of the fiddle by crunch. That's right. I'm glad to know there's nothing wrong. The sheriff is burying dead-out laws. I'm sure he knows what he's doing. That was one thing I thought was kind of funny. What was that, Dan? The man was helping the sheriff and his son. They called him Spencer. He was helping dig the graves. But when the sheriff wasn't looking, he kept putting pieces of dirt or rock in his pockets. Oh. That's strange. Well, I guess it's none of our business. Are we going to keep on riding south? Later on, Dan. I want to wait here for a few minutes until after the outlaws are buried. Why? Is anything wrong? Probably not. But I'm curious to know why Mr. Spencer is so interested in dirt and rocks. As soon as they leave, we'll take a look at those graves. Later that afternoon, the office of his stage line in Parker City, Mord Spencer greeted a visitor. One of the boys down at the cafe said you were looking for me, Mord. Yeah, that's right, Kel. Sit down. Yeah. Special job? Very special. It has to be a quick one. Yeah? What is it? Use your rifle. Go to the empty store room above Kelly's Feet Store. There's a window. Looks out right over Main Street. I know that. Who's the armory I'm supposed to nail? Don't worry about that. I'll be right beside you. I'll point him out. Come on, let's get started. Sheriff John Barton and his son Matt had written into Parker City from the fiddleback ranch. They rained up in front of the Sheriff's office, which was directly opposite Kelly's Feet Store. Oh, oh, oh! Hey, man, get some work to do in the office, Matt. You better stay below horses. Sure, Dad. We won't be riding home for two or three hours yet, and then we'll get the key to... Dad! Dad, what's wrong? Revivalant. Chester! I'm done for, Matt. Who could have done it? Well, that'll be your job, son. Find out. You'll have to take over. I'll find out. If it's the last thing I ever do. 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 to continue our story. Everyone in Harker City was enraged about the murder of Sheriff Bartlett. Within a few moments, there was a large crowd gathered outside the lawman's office. Shot him down in cold blood. Where'd the shot come from? Anybody know? How are we going to run down the cutter? We don't know who did it. We've got to have a new sheriff first. Young Matt's the one to take his pause place. There's Matt now. What about it, Matt? What are you going to do? Find a sneak and out blow that shocked my father. That's right! That's the way to do it. But pause, murder, leave the county in Harker City without a sheriff. The first thing we've got to do is appoint somebody to take his place. All ready to figure that out, Matt. You're the man to take your pause place. All right, I will take it. I don't mind telling you folks I want the job. Less than an hour later, Tonto and Dan Reed rained up at the camp that they and the Lone Ranger had made near Cowskull River. Cowskull! Cowskull! Cowskull! Did you find out anything? Not much about Mr. Spencer. But just before we got to town, there was a murder. The sheriff was killed. You mean Sheriff Bartlett? Yeah. How did it happen? I don't know. When Tonto and I rode into town, there was a big crowd in front of the sheriff's office. Somebody said he'd been killed about 10 minutes before that. Ah. Doctors say Lawman killed by rifle bullet. Did anybody see the murder? I guess not. The people in town have appointed Matt Bartlett to be the new sheriff. That's a good idea. I heard him tell a crowd that the first thing he was going to do was find out who killed his father. Good. I'm glad we stopped here. Matt may need some help. But gee, Wallace doesn't have anything to do with Mr. Spencer, does he? It may, Dan. I have an idea it has a lot to do with Mr. Spencer's habit of collecting rocks. Tonto. Ah. You know where the government to say office is in Harker City? Ah. You know. You and Dan ride back into town and have them make a test of one of these rocks we picked up where the outlaws were buried. Here. A test? For what? The sheriff wasn't murdered without a reason, Dan. If we can find that reason, we'll be that much nearer the murderer. Golly. And what you do, Kimusubby? I'll ride into town too, but not until after sundown. If you get back here first, wait for me. Ah. Get him up, scoundrel. Come on, Victor. In the meantime, Mort Spencer was giving some new instructions to Cal Thompson, his gunman. That was a good job, Cal. All of my jobs were good. But I still don't get the idea. Why'd you want to get rid of the sheriff? It was necessary. You mean because he trailed red and peat and corralled them? Shucks. They were just tied up out at Fiddlebank Rants, like you say. We can turn them loose any time. Of course. Then why plug the old fritter? He was harmless. See, how about me riding out to Fiddlebank and helping the boys get loose? Uh, no, no, no. I have something else for you to do. The boys are still out there, aren't they? Well, sure, sure. But you can go out later. Right now, I want you to round up every man in town who's ever worked for me. Tell them all we learned, ten dollars a piece. For doing what? Marching in a parade. What? Well, explain. When a sheriff dies according to the law, temporarily lawman is supported in his place. Sure. That's what Bartlett's kid Matt is doing now, taking his old man's place. But if the people aren't satisfied with the man who's appointed, they can put in somebody else. I guess so. I don't know much about that stuff. Well, I'd be a much better sheriff than that boy Matt Bartlett. You? Why not? I don't know. You're already robbing your own stage line, wrestling cattle and high-grading. I guess you might as well be your own lawman, too. I'm glad you agree. Now, listen. Get those men together as many as you can. Get some signs painted. Spencer for sheriff, understand? Sure. I know what to do. When does this big popularity parade for Mort Spencer begin? About ten o'clock. March down the street to the sheriff's office. I'll be in the crowd and if you yell a lot enough, I'll make a speech. I get it. Oh, yes. One more thing, Cal. Huh? You've seen young Matt within the last hour or so? He was in the café talking about forming a posse to trail his pa's killer the last time I saw him. Oh, good. I want to have a talk with Matt. I'll go down to the café. Oh, Matt. Oh. Hello, Mr. Spencer. I guess I don't have to tell you how sorry I am about your father's death. He was a fine man. The best sheriff this county ever had. I think so. I'm going to run down the man who killed him. It takes forever. Any idea who it was, Matt? No. But I discovered where the shot came from. Whoever fired it was in the window above Kelly's feed store. Is that so? Why would anyone want to kill the sheriff? The only thing I can figure is it was part of that gang he captured. They must have trail us into town. I'm glad that I killed the other two out at your place last night. How am I? Say, Matt, hear that the citizens of Harker City have made you temporary sheriff. I wanted the job. Now when I catch the crooks that killed Dad, it'll be the law and me talking at the same time. With a six gun. Yeah. See what you mean. How about your ranch, fiddleback? What about it? Do you intend to keep on running the ranch? Oh, sure. Why not? No, no reason. I've just been thinking there might be somewhere I could help you out. Well, how? Well, I'll buy the place, Matt. Give you 10,000 cash. 10,000? Well, that's a lot of money, Mr. Spencer. I didn't know you were interested in owning a ranch. What isn't exactly that? Well, I just want to help you, if I can. Thanks, but I... Well, I don't want to sell. Anything you say. Have you ever changed your mind? The offer still holds. Thanks a lot, Mr. Spencer. Well, I must be going. I've got a lot of things to do. Congratulations on your new job, Sheriff. Thanks. It was 10 o'clock that evening, when Toto and Dan returned to their camp and found the Lone Ranger waiting impatiently. Oh! What's going on? I don't dismount. We'll have some more riding to do. What did you find out at the essay office? No man say rocks. Got plenty good gold ore. I thought so. That proves my suspicions about Spencer. You mean he knew those rocks were gold ore? I'm sure he did. I disguised myself and went into town earlier this evening. I was in the cafe and overheard Spencer offer Matt Bartlett $10,000 for fiddleback ranch. That proves he knows there's gold on the land. Something Matt and his father didn't know. Do you think it was him who killed the sheriff? I don't know, Dan. I do know he's planning a mass parade tonight. What does he want to have a parade for? To try to convince the people of Harker City that he should be appointed sheriff instead of Matt Bartlett. Dolly! Here, Silver. By now, Matt is probably back at his ranch. We must reach him first and then stop that parade. The meddleback isn't very far from here. Even so, we'll have to ride fast. Come on, Silver! Come on, Victor! Down scout! Oh, Silver, hold on! Hold on! Easy, big fella. There's a light in the front room. He must be here. Yeah? Masked? Who are you? If you think you're gonna... Don't reach for your gun, Matt. I'm not an outlaw. How do you know my name? Never mind that. You know that Mort Spencer is trying to have himself appointed a sheriff in your place? Spencer is trying to... What do you mean? He's hired men to parade in Harker City tonight in hopes to convince everyone that it's a popular demonstration. I... Well, even if that's true, there's nothing wrong in it. If the people want Spencer for sheriff, it's up to them. He tried to buy a fiddleback today. How did you know? And the reason he wants to buy it is because he knows there's a gold mine on your ranch. That's worth 50 times what he offered you. Gold mine? And Mort Spencer helped you and your father dig those graves yesterday. He discovered the oar. Samples of it have been assayed and proved. But I... Mort Spencer is trying to get your ranch and your job. You want to help stop him? I... I don't know who you are, Mr. But if what you say is true, I sure do want to help. Good. I see your horse is ground hitched out here. Come on. An Indian and a kid? Who are they? Friends of mine. Is that a big fella? Come on. I'm ready. Come on, Silver. Get up. Come on, Silver. Come on, Silver. Come on, Silver. Come on, Silver. Come on, Silver. Come on, Silver. Come on, Silver. Come on. Come on, Silver. Come on, Silver. Thank you, my friends. I can't begin to tell you how much this popular demonstration has impressed me. I hadn't thought of becoming sheriff. But if you want me to take the job, well, I'll be forced to accept your judgment. The only thing I regret is that your choice will force young Matt Bartlett out of a job. I'm more than sorry... We want a real woman. Very well. Who's that? Matt Bartlett. Who's the killer wearing a mask? An outlaw? Who's the engine? Who's the kid? Go on, Matt. Tell them what you know. Listen to me, please. Quiet. I've just learned some things I think all of you ought to know. I'll tell you about them. Then if you'd rather have Mort Spencer for sheriff, it's up to you. First, I'm sure I know the man who murdered my father. It's the same man who tried to buy the fiddleback ranch for me today. Because he knows there's a gold mine on it. Who is it? It's the same man who's been robbing his own stage line for the past month and who killed two of his own gunmen last night. He helped bury them yesterday afternoon. That's the man who wants to be the sheriff of Harker County. His name is Mort Spencer. Sorry, young fucker. My arm a bit shut. You're lucky that it's only your arm. I'll leave it to all of you. If he isn't guilty, why did he try to pull a gun? Yes, sir. I want to ask a question. What is it? Not to you. Spencer's the one I want to talk to. How about it, Mort? This kid says you killed two of your gunmen last night and buried them. Was that red and peat? I, uh... It was an accident, Cal. You dirty... Never mind, never mind. The law will take care of him. You're under arrest. Both of you. Absolutely not. Come on, Tutto. Then our job is done. What a fine work, Matt. Because Harker City is pretty lucky having two good shares, one after the other, and both named Bartlett. You're right, sir! Thanks. Hey, Matt. Who was that mass critter who was doing all the fancy shooting? I wish I knew. The whole thing was his idea. I don't even know his name. I'll settle that! All right! For you have just heard is a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated. Copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated.