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That's sound advice for anyone hoping to be a champion. It sure is, Lone Ranger, because champions are made, not born. And there's a good solid reason why Wheaties can give you the energy to go a long, long way. It's this. There's a whole kernel of wheat in every Wheaties' flake. A whole kernel of wheat. The cereal grain that's famous for energy. Champions are made, not born. Get on your way with Wheaties! Cross level ground to a lighted cabin. It was one of many scattered houses that had been built in a carrier during the past year by homesteaders. Madam as Indian friend through rain, the cabin door was on a rifle. Are you Tom Chin? Yes. I've heard that you're the leader of the homesteaders. That's true. I have important information for you. You and your partner dismount and keep your hands away from your guns. As he says, son of Wheaties, to make each county easy for you. Both of you, keep your hands at shoulder level and walk toward me. Come close enough so I can look you over. And remember, I'm ready to shoot if either one of you reaches for a gun. Where? Another man in Indian? Yes. Oh, if you're close enough. You're masked. Yes. That case, I reckon you're alright. Step inside. Do you mind if my friend stays with the horses? That's alright. There's people who see my mask think I'm an outlaw. Why don't you? No. I don't care what you are. As long as you're not a cattleman. Oh. This is my wife. How do you do, Mrs. Kent? Good evening. Are you here to rob us? No, Mrs. Kent. You'd be wasting your time. We haven't anything worth stealing. I came to warn you and the other homesteaders. Warn us. Did the cattleman send you here with another threat? No, Kent. Have they been threatening you? They've done a lot more than threaten me. All the ranches to the south have combined to try to drive us out. They've cut our fences, shot our livestock, trampled our crops, even tried to poison our water holes. Well, I've known many cases where cattlemen have tried to drive out people who homestead land that they use for open range. But I'm sure this land was never used for this. You're right. No one ever ran cattle here. The ranches couldn't use it because of Indians. You see, this was Indian hunting grounds. Redskins came here in small bands to hunt game. Oh. So the ranchers couldn't pass your cattle here without leaving a lot of men to guard it. But now things are different. How's that? Well, when the Indians came to hunt, we opened fire and drove them away. We must have fired on 15 or 20 hunting parties the first few months we were here. They finally got it through their heads that we meant business. It's been a long time since we've seen any sign of Redskins. And the ranchers know it. Now that the Indians are going, the cattlemen would like to drive us out. Then they could pass your cattle here. Tom, the masked man said he came here to warn us, but you're not giving them any chance to talk. It's all right, Mrs. Kent. I wanted to hear what Tom had to say. It accounts for the action of the Indians. What Indians? The ones who were camped in the valley north of the Homestead land. Beyond the hills? Yes. Oh, that's...it's all right. Long as they stay there, they won't bother us. But they're not going to stay there. What are they planning to do? Come here, massacre the homesteaders and burn the buildings. Tom, wait. How do you know their plans? Tom and I saw them from the hilltop and wondered why they were gathering in the valley. I thought it was an Indian, so it was easy for him to go among them. He learned that they're waiting for Indians from the west to join them. When do you think they'll attack? Not before next week. In that case, the cattlemen are likely to have the first crank at us. What do you mean? I told you they've been trying for a long time to drive us out. Well, last week a committee came here headed by a rancher named Bach Belden. Belden said the other cattlemen had authorized him to give us a final notice. What was the final notice? We're to pack our wagons and move out by Saturday of this week. Tomorrow? There'll be a fight. And we'll lose. But every one of us would rather die than leave this land. How many will you have on your side? Counting the boys holding up the fire rifle. There'll be 30 of us. I can't believe those ranchers would come here like savages to massacre you. They don't care how they get rid of us. Drive us out or kill us. In either case, they'll have the land. Tom, you said there were 30 men on your side. 30 if you count the boys. 32 if you count Todd and me. I'll be back. Wait, Mr. Wait, Tom. Mask or no mask. That's the kind of a man we need. Call him back. Right. Ask him to stay with them. Come on, come on. That's that. Unpack my saddlebags, Todd. I'll take all these clothes with you. Where's this guy? Yes. Where'd you go, Kim? To the town of Longhorn. That's where most of the ranchers gather. They'll surely be selling them there tonight and they'll be talking about the plans for a while. Me go with you? No, Todd. Oh, I want you to go in the opposite direction. Oh, no. All right. Yes. Right at the top of the hills and watch the Indians from the valley beyond. Can you put your clothes in the saddlebags? Yes, please. Why me watch them? I have an idea. I may want to know if more Indians join those we sell in the valley. How long do they watch? Until daybreak. Then come here. If you ride hard, you should be here about one hour after daybreak. All the ravages were congregating while the lone ranger, disguised to look like a drifter, traveled in the opposite direction toward the cattle town of Longhorn. Then walked between two buildings to the main, so many horses at the hitch rail. And inside the cafe, a group of ranchers looked near what... The word to the ranch owners who are not here. Tell them we're meeting right in front of this cafe at Noon DeMau. Bring your cowhands and plenty of ammunition. You think so, boy? One of my men reported they have no intention of leaving. They have a gunplay. Yeah, I don't see how we can avoid it. And rather than wish we could avoid it, he's a decent family man, not my judge for him. I thought we could scare him away. They didn't scare us at all. Well, dead rat, we gotta do something. We can't just forget the nesters. Not how after all the talking we did, we'd back him down. We'd be the laughing stock of everyone in the way. That wouldn't hurt you, Belden. I did. The tall stranger spoken to the conversation was actually the famous lone ranger wearing a disguise instead of his mask. Belden, I doubt that people would laugh at you. But what if they did? But that laugh could be as hard to bear as the guilt of murdering brave pioneers. You're not a kettleman. Maybe it's one of the nesters. Yeah. In this case, I'm on the side of the nest. 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Man, open fire. Shoot. To guard those nesters out without any enemy Indians or some of them. And prove to tell who would be outnumbered. Yeah. I'll answer. How do you know my name? Save your questions until the fight's over. It's that mess. There's a fire. The whole town will burn. Man, perfect. There's a red gentle liquor taking shelter in the places. It's where they panic. Many were shot before they reached their horses. Ranchers and homesteaders met in the street. And then Tom camped. Well, well, little homesteaders left their property. Yeah. But you didn't drive them out. They left so they might help you in the townspeople. We saw the Redskins racing past our land and they were heading south. So we figured Longhorn might be in for trouble. Well, I'm glad you came. It's just to put up a fight against us. But this is... You'll have to do it without me. And we won't, man, like you in the West. If you folks ever need help, just call on me. But there's something familiar about him. I'm sure I've met him before. You talked to him last night in the cafe. He told me about his trip to town. That's right. He looked a lot different and he wasn't masked. But I remember him saying that he was a friend of the Nestor. He's a friend of yours, too. Now that you're on the right side, he's the low-ranked. They help give you healthy nerves. Go from Detroit. This is ABC.