 a fiery horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust in the heart of Ohio Silver, the Lone Ranger. The early days of the Western United States, when gun law ruled the range country, the masked rider of the planes led the fight for justice. He gave no quarter to outlaws, but there were a few men whose reputation was worse than their deeds. One of these was Billy the Kid, and one of the Lone Ranger's most exciting adventures took place when he met the Kid for the first time. Return with us now to those thrilling days when the West was young. From out of the past come the thundering hoofbeats of the great horse Silver, the Lone Ranger rides again. Come on, Silver! We're heading back for Texas! Sam Scott, a scallop on his face, fired rapid questions at the two roughly dressed men who stood beside their horses in front of an isolated Dolby hot damn. You? What's your handle? Toby's with the Comey, Sheriff. This is Charlie. Toby, what? I reckon our front names will have to do you, Sheriff. No, don't get Toby wrong, Sheriff. We ain't crooks. Don't always have to be running from the law to want to keep his name kind of private. Yeah? Well, this is all part of my county. Inside there, Pedro Fernandez is laying dead, murdered, shot in the back. You just say you can name the killer. We can. Well, whether you know it or not, that makes that to be a friend of mine. Him and his brother Miguel both. Doggone good friends. Pedro's killer is gonna pay. Then you're the only witness can pin it on him. But we still ain't gonna... You either give your name so when the time comes, you can testify illegal or second jail. Now, just a second. Well... Sheriff, you just don't savvy. I reckon maybe we'd better tell you where we're from. Then maybe you'll understand why we ain't advertising who we are. Where are you from? No, Mexico. Lincoln County. Huh? You mean? You're the leader of the Lincoln County War, huh? Well, I should smile. Were you fellas mixed up in that? We were. On whose side? The side that wanted. Oh. That don't mean the trouble's over. There's still plenty of fellas alive that like to make it tough for us if they could, especially if they knew why we was here. Well, why are you? We've been trailing the gent that made most of the trouble back home. He's a killer. And there's a United States warrant out for him. But he's still got friends aplenty. Well, maybe so. But what's all I've got to do with Pedro? Just this. The army were trailing and the gent that killed Pedro are one and the same. You can see why we aim to keep who we are private for a while. Least ways Lafries could. After that, it won't matter so much. You mean you know the name of the fuller shot Pedro? Yes, sir. Who is he? Before we tell you that, Sheriff, we aim to know something. You figure to hunt him down? I'll see the skunk hang to turn in my badge. No matter who he is? No matter who? He's mighty dangerous. That's why we didn't jump in when we heard the shot and seen him right away. He figured it was a bad time for it. Get on with it. Name the full cat. Well, Sheriff, some folks know him by the name of Bill Bunny. Huh? But he's got another handle. Everybody knows him by. What? Billy the Kid. It is so, Billy. I've told you the truth. The law, it will soon be here. They picked up my trail, Miguel. See? Miguel, why did you warn me? You are my very good friend. But they claim I killed your brother. That is not so. Never have you armed one of my race. You've got faith in me, even if you don't know who did kill Pedro. See, but you must hurry, amigo. There is but little time. Yeah, I reckon I better. And you better make tracks for whom? Sheriff, get a look at you with me, and you're going to have plenty to explain. Hurry, amigo. Come here, bro. Well, Miguel, now you see what it means to be warned by the law. Having them a jumper so long, I can't hardly recollect what it feels like to take things easy. Someday all will be well, Billy. Yeah, well, when it is, I'll likely be decorating Boothill. No, no, that must not be. Now, Miguel, I've lived with a gun, so I reckon I'll die by it. When I do, I won't be any old man. You can bet on that. I do not like to do it. Keep this in mind, amigo. See? You've done me a good turn today. You've showed me the kind of faith a fellow don't often meet up with. Well, whatever they say about me, they can't claim Bill Barney ever forgets his friends. Miguel, here's hoping we live to cut each other's trail again. Si, si, amigo. Now the ors. Hasta la vista. Get up, bronc. Get up there. Get up. It was two hours later that Billy the Kid, flying from the law, saw a figure ahead of him just when the trail skirted a deep ravine. Billy touched spurs with powerful gray mount intending to circle and avoid a meeting. But when he saw the figure was out of a young woman and hurt himself hailed, he changed his mind and held to his course. Stop. Stop. Help. Come on, boy. Oh, woe, woe, woe, woe, woe, woe, woe, woe, woe. Miss, what's the trouble? That's all it is. It's all true. I mean, Diane. I know it's Diane. Please help me. Yeah, no, Miss. Get a hold of yourself. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to break down, but I've been so worried. Sure, Miss. I suppose you're telling me what's wrong because it makes sense. But I followed it at the bottom of the ravine. Yeah? We were riding here along the trail. His horse shied at his neck. When it pitched, he was thrown over the side. He's down there now. I can see him. I've called to him, but he doesn't answer. Come on. Point him out. We'll see what can be done. This way. Just over here. There. See? Next to those rocks there. Hey, careful, Miss. Don't get too near the edge. You'll be tumbling over yourself. I don't know what to do. In just a second. Hello down there. Hi there. You think he's dead? Now, Miss, don't you go expecting the worst? Most likely, he's just unconscious. I don't like the way he's got that one leg doubled under and down. It looks to me like he got it busted. Is there a way to get down there? I don't reckon there is. You mean we? The drop's too steep. Just as steep up the trail away as it is here. Couldn't even a goat make it. But there must be some way. There must. We just can't leave him there. Maybe it could be done. What? Well, with a rope, maybe. I was thinking if one end, say, was tied to that tree beside you, and the other dropped over the side, a fella might get down on it. Then he could get your paw over his shoulders and maybe make it back up. He'd be quite a chore, though. If you would, I'd never stop thanking you. Me? Right. Isn't that what you meant? Gosh, Miss, to get down there and back again, even supposing it could be made would take most of an hour. You mean you won't? I don't know how to say it. You just ride on and leave him there to suffer? Miss, you don't say that. I think I do. No, you don't. I reckon I can't explain. You're a coward. That's not so. You are. Look, Miss. Don't bother to make excuses. You needn't trouble yourself. I'll just ask one thing. Let me buy that rope on you, Saddle. If you're afraid, I'll try it myself. I only hope that you'll never be able to forget you refused my father's help when he needed it. Miss, you can't do that. I can try. Well, you get killed. And if you did make it down there, you'd never be able to carry a hefty fella like him. Will you sell me your rope? You mean to go through with it? I do. You and Miss, get the rope. You'll let me use it? No. But why don't? Miss, if it has to be done, I'll do it myself. Just hope I'm not going to be sorry for this afterwards. Pass me one end of his rope to the tree. Billy let the other end down into the ravine and made a cautious descent. He found the girl's father still alive, seriously injured, and unconscious. Almost an hour went by, and then... Miss, give me your hand. Here, quick. Just about all the way in. I'll help. There, just a little farther. Oh, I thought for a while I'd never make it to the top. Father. Just let him lay there for a couple of seconds, Miss. As soon as they get my strength back, I'll fix him on Miss Saddle. Is he? Bad hurt? Yes. Well, to be honest with you, I don't know. Like I've figured, he's got a busted leg. Bruised up some too. It looks like he's got a nasty crack on the side of his head. But if he ain't hurt too much inside, I'll rake and he'll be all right. I don't know how to thank you. I don't made a mistake. You've helped us, and you don't even know who we are. You don't know who I am. I'm Lola Brent. My father's just Brent. We have a ranch north of here. Yeah? And you? I'll tell you who this donkey is, Miss Lola. Make them move your killer and I'll let you have it. Toby, pass your hand. Why are you over it? I'm gone, oh, mister. No, wait. You can't do this. He just... Miss Lola, I reckon we got here just in time. We've been after this gents since early morning. But, Sheriff... He's wanted for murder a dozen times over. Not true. He tell you his name? No, but... Well, if he didn't, I will. This fellow you're sticking up for is Billy the Kid. Heard of him, eh? Well, you got me, Sheriff. There's no use stretching this out no longer than necessary. But if I was you, I'd look after Brent here first off. He needs it. Wait. This is why you wanted to ride on. Didn't want to help me. Oh, they're alive. But you did stay to help. You stayed when you knew it might mean capture and hanging. Couldn't do anything else, could I? I've made you stay. Now, I'm... If you hang, it'll be my fault. Now, if you risk your life first. Don't feel bad, Miss. I didn't do nothing I didn't want to do. Sheriff, you can't take him. Miss Lola, don't try to interfere. But you cannot tell you. I won't let you. Miss, you can't meddle with the law no matter what this polecat done. He's a killer and he's got a hang for it. And if he's got you on his side already, that just goes to show how slick he is. I'm wondering how long you'd be defending him. If you knew who it was, he'd drill this last time. The father he shot was just as much a friend of yours as he was of mine. What do you mean? Pedro Fernandes. Oh, no. Shot Pedro on the back, he did. I don't believe it. It didn't throw it. Miss Lola. Yes. It ain't true. I've got enemies and they frame me. That's too long a story to go into now. I won't deny I have killed men. Maybe all of them are as many as they say I have. But I've never yet shot anybody in the back. Now I've never drilled anybody that wasn't asked for it. Yes, I do believe that. Thank you, Miss. There's been too much talk. We're heading for town. Colby, you and your pard pick up Mr. Brent and one of you take him in the saddle with you. Sure. Billy, you hold out your hands while I tie him. Then you can get atop of your horse. You can drop that gun, Sheriff. Come on, man. Billy, you're to the saddle. Right. What's this, fellas? You can't get your hand from that gun, Charlie. Oh, stop, lead. Colby, he knows my name. I know plenty about you. Here's the list. I know you're two of the gunhands responsible for killing Tunstall in the war at Lincoln County. We aren't. I know you're part of that Lincoln County gang that drove Billy here to gunplay to protect his friends. That's a dirty lie. You came out on top because you had the backing of that crooked ring at Santa Fe. Beyond the law now because a general pardon's been declared for all those who took part in that war. Mister, you can't call me. And I said, out of all of you, Billy here is probably the only one who still must run from the law. And out of all of you, he probably deserves to less than anyone. Mister, if you're taking that killer's side, you will be as much outside the law as he is. Perhaps. But you will not railroad him to the noose for a crime he didn't commit. Hip, gun, tunnel. Don't follow or you'll regret it. Come on, Silverhead. Help, help, help, help, help, help, help, help, help. Hey, get out of there. Fire at him. Shoot them hombres down. And they're traveling too fast to get a good aim on them. Never touch them. Well, last for luck. With the horses there riding, we'd never catch them, neither. I'm glad. I hope you never 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. Now to continue our story. The Lone Ranger and his faithful Indian companion, Tonto, let Billy the kid to the secret camp they had made. Not far from the scene of their encounter with the sheriff. Oh, oh, that's so much trouble. Get down, Billy. Rest yourself. You look as though you need to. Later on, Tonto will fix us some food. Friend, I don't serve you this shit. I come a fella like you that's always supposed to be on the side of the law when out of his way to help a gent with my kind of reputation. It's not easy to pass judgment on people, Billy. But I don't understand. And in this case, I think I know more about you than you might guess. You see, not long ago, Tonto and I headed for Lincoln County, and the trouble there was at its worst. Before we arrived, however, the war had been finished. Yeah? And that's not the point. When we first started for Lincoln County, we meant to capture you. According to all the stories that have been told, you were a killer of the worst type, a killer who murdered simply to show his power. Mr. I never wanted to kill nobody. I know that now. You do? We must have talked to at least a dozen Mexicans on the way. Men and women with their homes on this side of the border. About me? Yes. And they told us a number of interesting things. For one, the first man you killed, you shot defending your mother. That's so. Later, when men learned how fast you were with a gun, certain fools thought they might make themselves reputations by killing you. They forced you into gunfights. Wherever you got your information, friend, you sure got it straight. In the Lincoln County affair, there's no question but what Tonto was in the right. It was a war to the finish. You hadn't befriended him. He couldn't have lasted as long as he did. I'll tell you something. Yes? I liked Tonto, mister. He was the best friend I ever had. When a man's my friend, I cite him. As you should. But it was something else made me decide you weren't as bad as you'd been painted. What was that? The fact that not one of the Mexicans to whom I talked would have refused anything you might have asked. They wouldn't hear a word against you. The same was true of the small righteous and homesteaders we met. The only man who wanted your death were men who feared you because they knew they'd wronged you. Now they're hunting me down like I was a rat. Toby and Charlie are two of the gang, aren't they? Right. And there are a couple of sneak environments that wouldn't have the nerve to shoot anybody. Lesson it was in the back. In the back? Wait. That's how Pedro was killed. You mean it? I mean there's a price on your head. So far, you've avoided capture. You've done so, however, only because you've had the help and friendship of the Mexicans. They've given you food and shelter, provided you with hideouts, prevented your enemies following too close on your trail. Then you'd think. If the Mexicans who have helped you could be convinced you murdered one of their own race, they'd turn against you. It'd be that much easier for your enemies to capture you. So that's what's behind it. I'm positive it is. Don't worry, they're skunks. That would mean the very men who would give in testimony against you are the men who committed this last killing. Toby and Charlie. Correct. But this time, this time, I think they'll find it's their own necks they put in a noose. With the escape ability of the kid, the sheriff had given up the chase for the moment and had helped Lola Brent remove her father to his home. A doctor was called who said that Brent's broken leg was his only serious injury. Lola stayed at his side until he fell asleep. Then she tiptoed from the room and softly closed the door. What? I've been waiting for you to leave your father's room. You're the man who took Billy from the sheriff. Yes. What do you want? Today, Billy risked his life because your father was in danger. You're aware of that. I'm here to find out if you appreciate what he did enough to do something that may save Billy's life. He's in danger? Not immediate danger. There'll always be danger for him, as long as the law is convinced he killed Pedro. Oh, I can help him. If you will. But of course I will. Oh. Can you leave the house? Is there anyone who can watch out for your father a few hours? Mrs. Mayhew. How soon can she be here? You want me to go for her right now? Yes. Well, it shouldn't take more than 20 minutes. Very well. You would once. I'll stay here until you return. Then you'll learn what you must do. Well, the Lone Ranger was calling on Lola Brent. Tonto and Billy were also active. They rode toward the small woods near town where Tobian Charlie had made camp until Billy could be captured. Then seated beside their campfire, these two were unaware that they were being stalked for the very man they hoped to see hanged. Well, Charlie, you reckon we turned the trick? I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. Charlie, you reckon we turned the trick? Huh? With Billy. When it's told around that he killed Ed Mex, he won't have a friend left in the country. Oh. Oh, yeah. What's the matter? Nothing. You don't sound so good. Something bothering you? Nothing you ain't know about since we took on this job. Oh, I get it. Still scared of what Billy might do to you, huh? Ain't you? Yeah. Why should I? You mean to say you figure you could down him in a gunfight? Never said I figured so, did I? And why don't it bother you? Why should it when I don't ever figure to go up again, that hombre? He can't drill me if I don't get close enough to him to give him a chance, guinea. Jacks, we didn't take on this job to fight it out with him. All we have to do is fix it so he won't have a friend left for a place to turn. Well, let the Lord do the dirty work. What's to stop him from looking us up? Oh, so that's it, eh? Charlie, I reckon you can quit your worrying. That hombre's high-tailing. Lee, a five-to-one, he ain't even in the county no more. Oh, I know. Take that bed, Charlie. Billy. And the engine we've seen with the mass man. Ah, right. You can. No, don't reach, Toby. He wouldn't be healthy. Charlie, you quit looking so restless. No. Don't kill us, Billy. We ain't done nothing, please. Shut up, you snibblin fool. Well, he's gonna kill us, Toby. I know he is. Look at him. He'll kill us. Billy, please. Don't shoot. He's a one-tunnel. Uh, me get him. You come. Oh. You come. Let me alone. Don't touch me, engine. It'll be better. Let me go. Me not kill you. You idiot. Why would I drill you? Put you. Sure, I know you lied about me. Got a notion you're the pole catcher, Bill Pedro, too. But what good would it do me to kill off the only fellas that swear to the truth? And where are you taking me? That's my business. But I... Let's go, Tano. Take him to the horses. Miguel, the brother of the murdered man, confident that Billy had not been responsible for Pedro's death. Call with the sheriff's office in effort to persuade the lawman that Toby and Charlie had lied. Senior, I know Billy. He's my friend. He's the friend of Pedro. He did not kill my brother. Miguel is no use talking. I've got two witnesses. They do not speak the truth. Now we ain't going to go over all that again. And it seems funny to me that you'd argue for a fella to cinch as guilty as Blazers. If it was me and Pedro was my brother, I'd do everything I could to see the vomit hung. But, senior, don't you say... Why? Shut up. Where are you going, fella? Hurry. Where are you going? It's that mass puller. Bob, Sam, enter the saddle. That mass man there. That fellow on the white horse. Steady there, fella. That's a friend of Billy the kid. Come on after him. Follow me. Get up. Get up there. The lone ranger drew ahead and out of sight of the lawman who pursued him. But he was careful to guide silver over ground where his trail could be followed. The great horse raced towards the woods where Toby had been left alone by Tano and the kid. It was not long afterwards that the mass man rained up at the edge of the clearing. Oh, oh, that's over. Put down that gun. You're a friend of Billy's. Then take it. You're not hurt. I just shot the gun from your hand. Next time, do as I tell you. What do you want? I came in to warn you that Charlie confessed. Billy got the truth out of him. I've gone for the sheriff. The sheriff will be along most any time now. You better clear off. What are you trying to tell me? You heard what I said. You're bluffing. You think so? Charlie ain't done any talking. The sheriff ain't after me. Why should he be? I think you know why. Now, I savvy. Yes. It's a trick. You just had some kind of a fool notion that we'd kill Pedro. And you said that to trick me into admitting it. Then you're due for a surprise. We never kill nobody. That fellow you helped get away from the Lord was Billy the kid. And you're going to be mighty sorry you helped that skunk out. I've warned you. If you're not gone by the time the sheriff arrives, it's your own fault. If what you said was true, you'd never have come near here. No. It's hard. Why'd you want to give me one? You wouldn't understand if I told you. You might just as well climb on that horse of yours and head back where you come from. Until Billy a scheme didn't work. Look there. What does that look like? The sheriff. With a posse. He's coming here. Now, do you see how much you could depend on Charlie keeping his mouth shut? That's why Billy chose him instead of you. He knew Charlie was a weaker. He wouldn't hold out as long. And once more, when Charlie confessed, he put all the blame on you. He said it was your scheme and it was you who fired the shot that killed Pedro. He's over to turn state's evidence. Why, that rotten yellow skunk with Charlie killed Pedro. I didn't have a thing to do with it. I just stood by to see nobody come along. Why, he can't do that to me. You should have gone when you had the chance. They won't get me. Stay away from that guy. We got you, mister. Up with your hands. One moment. Don't give me no argument. Heist him. Don't we take this fellow's guns? You're after him? Who else? Ain't either one took Billy away? Well, I'll be... What? That was your stunt, huh? The sheriff was after you and you figured to make me believe it was me he was after. You did believe it. Yeah? A lot of good had done you. Two tricks you tried on me and neither one of them worked. No? Well, look behind you. That girl. It wasn't Billy who killed Pedro. It was this man's partner. I heard him say so. What's that, Miss Lola? I was hiding there. The masked man made this man think you were going to arrest him. He said Charlie murdered Pedro. Are you telling that straight? Here's Mr. Mayhew. He came with me. He heard it, too. That's so, Sheriff. I heard it plain. Easy. If you haven't there listening, I wish I'd drilled you your lung. Then grab onto him. It was Charlie. I told the masked man the truth. It wasn't me at all. Get it up to me. Find Charlie. I'll testify against him. Oh, you will, will you? Charlie. You rotten squealer. Where'd you come from? I was listening there, too. I couldn't warn you because the engine on Billy wouldn't let me. But I'll teach you to squeal. Why, you fool, take it. Raise them flowers up. Grab them all. Put them down. They're both going to jail. Here, get back. There you go. Let me go. Let me up. You're angry on me. I shall frighten him in jail. You'll have about a week to do it in. That's one of the court sets. And then you're not holding Billy's share? He didn't kill Pedro, did he? No, but you... Then why should I? I ain't got no warrant for him. As far as I'm concerned, he's just free as the air. Thanks to you, masked man. Forget it, Billy. Come to us. Hey, Wade, I'm going, too. Billy. Huh? You're riding away. You won't stay here for a while. Miss, I can't. But why? Well, if you stopped to think it over, Miss, you wouldn't want me to. But...but I have thought it over. Don't say of me, Miss. You see, I got out of this trouble, sure. Well, I guess I just ain't the kind that can settle down anyways. I'll always be riding, and I'll always be fellas after me. Well, I reckon one day I'll find a... I ain't road far enough to dodge him. Oh! Here we go! Away! Here is a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated.