 A fiery horse with his feet of light, the cloud of dust and a hardy high old silver, the lone ranger with his faithful Indian companion Tonto, the daring and resourceful masked rider of the plains led the fight for law and order in the early western United States. 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. Old Joe Brady sat on the porch of his big ranch house and gazed with pride at the rich rolling land that stretched to the west. The three hours spread was looked upon as the finest in the territory and its owner, the aforementioned Joe Brady, as the hardest most stubborn man for miles around. Joe propped up an uncomfortable chair on the porch and credited and fumed all day because a sprained ankle had kept him at the house. Though the people in the nearby town of Colston called him old Joe Brady, he was really a sturdy, heavy set man of 50 odd years and he ruled the three hours spread and practically the whole town with an iron hand. As he sat there on the porch, Joe's wandering gaze suddenly focused upon a group of horsemen who had turned into the road leading to the ranch house. He sat upright and called loudly, my ankle hurts all the time. What I called you for was to see what them pestering folks are riding in here for. Far as I can make out that some of the men from Colston looks like Lem Jenkins riding in front. Lem Jenkins eh, he's a poor excuse for a bank of any town they were had. Never at the bank, always preaching about bothering folks who don't want to be bothered. Now Joe hold your temper, Lem's all right in his way. There he is, but that don't happen to like his way. Yeah, who's that with him, you may God? The one in front, the stranger. The other two, a Mark Semper and Jake Weatherspoon. Howdy Lem, how about Paulie? Hey Mr. Brady, that means Lem's after something. Even Mr. Brady. Even Lem. I reckon you folks don't mark and Jake here. Of course we know, we've known them all their lives almost. All right, stop catching Lem, what you come out to get me to do? Joe, Mrs. Brady, I want you to meet Mr. Sims. Howdy, howdy. Lem, you all just come out here for a visit, you're welcome. Mark will give you a good meal if you want to eat, but if you come out to talk me in to something or to sell something, you might as well get back to town. Now you do some talking very well. Joe, we really came out here to bring you good news, didn't we, boys? Sure did, Lem, it's good news for all of us, that's why. Well, I'm sitting here with my foot stuck in the air waiting for all that good news. Let's have it so I can settle back and take it easy again. Mr. Sims, maybe you'd better tell him. Mr. Brady, I represent the railroad. I take it you know we have tracks in the Rockford that present that's our western terminal. Yeah, railroad, eh? I saw one of them contractions once, haven't any use for them. Too noisy and goes too fast. Well, I'm still waiting for that good news. Of course. You see, we've decided to extend our railroad further west. And we've selected Colston as an up-and-coming town, be the next point at which we'll run our tracks. Is it sure a great thing for Colston, Joe? Everybody's all excited about it. Who will out for all of us? See, you and Mark must be fixing to borrow some money from Lemons Bank the way both of you back up everything he says. But, Joe, everybody in Colston agrees we ought to have that railroad. Then go ahead and have it. Why waste time telling me about it. Fact is, Mr. Brady, we can't run our tracks into Colston without your cooperation. What do you expect me to do to help you lay them tracks? Am I rancid that it is a track layer? Joe, of course they don't want you to help lay the tracks. You know better than that. Land safe. Give Mr. Thames a chance to tell you what it is the railroad does want from you. All right. All right. I'm giving them a chance. What is it they want, Thames? We want to buy a right of way through your property. We'd have to have it to reach Colston. Well, what? Have them snort and smoke and contraptions running over my spread and scaring the living things out of my livestock. Not on your life. No, Joe. Now, listen to reason. It's to your benefit as well as ours. Think what it'll mean to the town and to all the ranchers around the town. Limb Jenkins, this is my spade. And I'm not letting any railroad come on to it. And that's final. But if you don't let them, Joe, they'll take the railroad over to Woodgrove, 20 miles north of Colston. That's right, Mr. Brady. There's no other possible way to get into Colston if you refuse to let us buy a right of way. Of course, we'll pay a good price. Hey, I got all the money in the age. I'd rather keep my land. Take your railroad to Woodgrove and make them happy. I'm happy enough without it. Joe, why don't you think it over before you say no? Would mean a lot to our spread to have a railroad in Colston. Well, if you run the house, I'll attend to the business and the things around here. Get out, call us and better us. We're all through talking about that railroad. But, Mr. Brady, there's much to be considered if you... He knew from the east. I reckon you don't know me very well, Sim. But let Lim tell you when I say no, I mean no. I guess it's no use, Mr. Sims. Though Brady ain't one to be argued with. It's a fair level. We all stand to lose a lot of money by not having that railroad. Get back on me, Rozzy. You can't lose what you have in the head. And let's forget the whole thing. Stay to supper, you're glad to have it. Not me, thanks. I ain't hungry right now. We'll be getting back to town, thanks. Mr. Brady, if I could point out the benefits... We're talking about food, Sims. And I know all the benefits it is to good eatin'. Yeah, we'd better be going, Mr. Sims. Just as you say, Mr. Jenkins. Evening to you, Mrs. Brady. Goodbye, Lin. Perhaps we'll meet again, Mr. Brady. Do us your any time, but we won't talk about railroads. Go, Brady. I do believe you're the most big-headed man in the west. Lin, thanks you might at least let him tell you about it. If you were to be talking about it, you can go get supper on the table. I feel better already just watching away those umbraids, slug away from here. You ready, Sid? Yes, Sid. Stay to supper and eatin' this other half of the house and home, I reckon. Tell me, Rod. A week had passed since Joe Brady had refused to sell a right-of-way to the railroad. It was dusk when Tondo rode into the Lone Ranger's camp in the hills just beyond coast. Did you get the supplies, Tondo? Uh, supplies and saddlebags. Good. Men in town speak plenty angry words about a man named Joe Brady. Joe Brady? He's the owner of the three-hour spread. Well, uh, what complaint do the townsmen have against Brady, Tondo? Me here and say Brady not let railroad come to Colston. He did not sell land for tracks. Oh, I see. The railroad ends now at Rockford about five miles east of Colston. Coming to Colston, they would have to cross Brady's land. I don't know why he won't sell a right-of-way. Well, me here man in town say Brady not have reason. Him just have head like pigs. I've heard Brady accused of being pigheaded before, Tondo. He does have the reputation of being very stubborn. Huh. Well, uh, what else were they saying in town? Of me here and say maybe railroad not come to Colston now. It go to Woodgrove. That's too bad. But it meant a great deal to Colston to have the railroad. Much more than it will ever mean to Woodgrove. Of course without Brady's cooperation, nothing can be done. And say him never change mine. Well, in that case, they just listen, Tondo. Ah, you hear horse, run plenty fast. Yes, seems to be coming along the trail from the west. Ah, you see him now? The rider seems to be hurt. Oh, me stop horse. Here, I'll help you. Easy, easy there. Get some water, Tondo. Quick. Easy, fellas. Take it easy. I want to be here in a minute. Here you are. Thanks. Maybe if he gets a bit of this, you'll... There you are. Drink a little easy now. Feel better? Chance it. Got me in the back. Oh, oh. Arrest a bit and we'll try to remove the arrow. No use. Listen, you got to listen. Go on, tell me. In the hands of Cheyenne. Cheyenne's 2000 on the warpath. Coming from the west to be here by morning. Oh, did you hear that? That's not good. What, warn everybody. Cheyenne's killing, burning. A long way. Yes. Well, there's no time to lose. We've got to get all the ranchers to go into coast and they might make a stand there. Come on. And men say 2000 Cheyenne came with us. I know what you're thinking about, Tonto. Even only a few hundred fighting together will have more of a chance than they will spread out on the ranches. Here's silver. Tonto, carry that poor pal to the nearest settlement. That is silver. Easy. You take the north valley. I'll go south. And then we'll all get into coast and we'll meet them there. Ah, adios. Come on, silver. After Tonto rode with the man to the nearest settlement, he started out to warn the ranchers in the north valley. The Lone Ranger rode southward. The steady pounding hooves of the great Stallion Silver carried the masked rider of the planes from ranch to ranch and at each he gave the same warning in directions. Silver, oh, I've heard. Cheyennes are on the war path. Go to Colson at once. Come on, Tonto. Warning after warning was given by the Lone Ranger. And then the Silver's untiring hooves came to a stop before the ranch hall to the 3R spread. Oh, oh, oh, oh, Silver, oh, yeah. Maybe you'd better explain that mask, too, before the boy... Well, no time for explanations, Mr. Brady. I'll see you here. The Cheyennes are on the war path. 2,000 of them coming from the west. Be here by early morning. Fight, boys! Fight! Well, look here, St. J. Maybe what you say... Leave it if you value your lives. All the ranchers are meeting in town to combine forces with the townsmen. Go there as soon as you can. There may mean can go if they wanted, but I'm staying here to protect my split. All right, then stay. Throw away your stubborn life, Brady. You might at least think of your wife at a time like this. I came here to warn you, you can take it or leave it. Come on, Silver! Well, listen, men. You heard what that masked man really said. Somehow, I think he told the truth, so we'll all go to Colson's. If somebody's well-known right now, there ain't a living one of us that has a chance of coming through. Them Cheyennes will master every last person in Colson. He won't have a chance. 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. After learning that 2,000 Cheyenne Indians were on the warpath and heading toward the town of Colson, the Lone Ranger and Tonto rode from ranch to ranch, warning everybody and telling them to gather in town. That night, all the men folk met in the town's largest building to make what plans they could to defend themselves and their families. Joe Brady was talking to the gathering. If what that masked man told us is true, we're up against an almost hopeless fight. Every man has to do the best he can. The nearest army post that I know of is at Fort Griffin, some 150 miles northeast of here. Even if we could get word to them, they couldn't get here in time. There is an army post nearer than that. There's one 100 miles to the east. They still couldn't get here in time. Let's get home with some plans. The army can't help us now. The fight in class. Mr. Sims, if there is a post that close, I never heard of it. I saw the post with my own eyes, Mr. Brady. On my way out here two weeks ago. Well, just a minute, Mr. Brady. I'd like to ask Mr. Sims a question. There go ahead, stranger. You brought us all here. Thank you. Mr. Sims, uh, how did you make the trip out here from the east? On the railroad, of course. And the army post you mentioned must have been near the railroad. Is that right? Yes. In fact, General Sherman and over a thousand men came out to the post on their way. Let's forget the railroad and talk over what plans we have. Just a minute, Brady. We are making plans. I think we can meet those Cheyans with a force almost as large as they had. How can we do that? General Sherman's army post is only 100 miles away from here, on the railroad. See, that's right. I'll ride to the railroad terminal at Rockford, which is only five miles from here. I can telegraph the army post from there. They can be here before morning with all the men at the post. There won't be a train coming west through the army post before early morning. Well, it looks like that railroad idea's us. Oh, wait a minute. Mr. Sims, uh, would there be any railroad equipment at Rockford? Only an engine there. Oh, wait a minute. There's some stock cars there, ready for loading cattle. Good. Maybe we can work it. Mr. Sims, you represent the railroad, so you'd better come with me. You'll never make it, Strange. We can try. Tutto, you stay here and do what you can. All right. All right, Mr. Sims, come on. Easy, sir. Well, I forgot to ask you, Mr. Sims, do you ride? Fortunately, yes. Good. Take Brady's horse, that one over there. All right. Brady might not like it. The railroad brings those troopers through. Your buddy may change his mind about a lot of things. One, two, three, get it! A short time later, the Lone Ranger and the Railroad Representative arrived in Rockford. While the Lone Ranger'd telegraphed the army post, Mr. Sims made a hurried arrangement to start a train of stock cars on the trip to the post. It was almost 10 o'clock when the Lone Ranger, a stride silver, was talking to Mr. Sims as the railroad man prepared to swing aboard the train. How long do you think it will take to make the trip going back to Sims? That trip one way usually takes almost four hours. Four hours? That means... Eight hours at least before the troops get here in Rockford. Maybe too late. Don't worry, Strange. I had the engineer open the throttle wide, even if it means a wreck. That's a chance we'll have to take. We'll make the best possible time we can. Good. I'll hope for the best. I'll be waiting here. Howdy, Ocean. Good luck. Goodbye. Very silver, steady boy. That noisy iron horse made you not to be the best friend we've ever had. Back in the town of Colston, weary and anxious men watched and waited as the hours went slowly by. It was after 5 a.m. and dawn was breaking when Tonto, who had gone westward to Reconoiter, hurriedly drew rain before the hotel ran down, which Brady and others were waiting. Mrs. Cheyenne's talking party. Two, three miles to west. Then the masked man did tell it to her. Ah, he'll always tell what truth. Did you hear that, then? The Indian says he set up the Cheyenne's. Yes, all we can do is fight till they pull us down. Every trooper's come to help soon. Help me, isn't he? Don't set your heart on him, troopers. I know from the first it wasn't possible to get him here. No contraption like that railroad train could go there and get back in a matter of hours. That masked man just had high hopes, that's all. Well, get everybody together and be prepared for whatever happens. Joe, you haven't got a chance, looks like. Yeah, it's right, man. I guess I might as well have let that railroad have that land. I won't be left to enjoy it much longer. Too bad we listened to that masked man. He got everybody's hopes up high and now it's going to be worse for all of us. Wait. Wait. Me here's talking. Cheyenne's. This is it. Come on, man. Get your horse. Wait. Wait. Sound comes from east, like many horses. They don't hear anything. Hey, what was that? Must be... They're dead chanting. Troopers come and they've got their horses with them too. Must have brought them on the railroad. Look at them come. Hey, Cindy, the masked man, he did it. Come on, man, get your horses. We're going to help them fight them in here. Hey! With colors flying and a raid for battle, the troopers went onward toward Arandibu with the Cheyennes. And riding in the lead on his magnificent white stallion was the lone ranger side by side with General Sherman. Will you cite them before long, General? I could bring only half my men due to lack of train space. Press the fellow on the early morning train. You heard it, Balish. Your mouth's a face, thanks to the railroad. Cheyennes have been riding all night. Look ahead. Here they are. Yes. We'll be meeting them on the plane, which is part of the Brady spread. Uker! Sound the charge! Gradually spreading out, the troopers rode into battle with the Cheyennes. The Cheyennes, taken unaware of the troopers, had no time to make plans. They fought curiously and recklessly, but the troopers moved in. Cool and relentless. The plane was soon covered with fallen horses and redskins. Still, the troopers moved forward. And in and out, first at one end, then at the other, could be seen the flashing white of silver superb body. Carrying the Lone Ranger into the thickest part of the battle. Then the Cheyennes faltered. They moved back, and first slowly, then in complete route. But then a battle died down, and a group of men stopped on the hillside to discuss the exciting victory. Did you see that masked man on the white statelyn? He fought like a madman. General Sherman's troopers sure showed those redskins what real fighting is. Well, sure did. Did you see old Joe Brady in there or doing his part? Well, if it hadn't been for the railroad, we'd have all been dead by this time, including Joe Brady. Yeah, so I wonder Joe's thought of that. Maybe. But I don't think even all this could change old Joe much. He's too stubborn to admit he's ever wrong. Here comes Joe Brady now. Pull that boat! Pull that boat! Hey, golly, that'd be some fight, wasn't it? Never saw the light before, Joe. Hey, lookie. Come over to my ranch house later. You'll see when it's coming there with that mad stream. Sure, Joe. Be glad to. I want to meet them, too. We'll be there, Joe. Good, good. Yeah, I think maybe you'll all get a surprise. Oh, don't forget to come. Later, Joe Brady stood on his porch looking at the lone ranger who was talking to General Sherman. What is he? See that masked man there talking to the general? Of course I see him, Joe. Landscapes, I can't take my eyes off him. What about him? What is he? He took that stranger to show me what a darn old fool I've been all my life. Now, Joe, why didn't you just ask me? I could have told you. Yeah, well, I guess you could have at that, Marty. Well, anyway, he risked his life and spent all that time helping us when he really didn't have a thing to lose by just riding away from our trouble. I overheard what you were saying, Mr. Brady. Might I say that the masked man puts duty to his fellow men above his personal safety or gain? That's why I didn't ride away and leave us to our trouble. By the way, we've taken up an option on right-of-way to Woodgrove. That is, I'll go over to sign the option papers this afternoon. Hubs, you know, on the right-of-way for the railroad to go to Woodgrove, you say? That's right. Oh, no, you don't. Not on your life. What do you mean? I'll show you what I mean. Ain't letting you do me out of the one thing I can do to show my appreciation of that masked man. Listen, listen, everybody. Last week, Mr. Seamus from the railroad come to ask for the right-of-way through my property to run the railroad to Carlson. Well, me being the stubbornest new head in this territory, I told him no. And at that time, a minute. But now, well, a bloody battle was just fought on my plane out there by the troopers that the railroad brought here to save our skins. What I'm trying to say is, I'm letting the railroad have all the land they need for a right-of-way, and it won't cost him a dime. They come through when we needed them, so I'll give them what they want. Mr. Brady, that's wonderful. No, it ain't anything wonderful about it, Jim. You know, the thing that is wonderful to me is the way that masked man does things. I want to see him and shake his hand, and if there's anything I got he needs her. He's right in the way, given that Indian friend he is. I don't even know who he is. I do. I found out from General Sherman. Well, you nitwit, don't stand there grinning like an ape. Tell me who he is. General Sherman said he's known as the Lone Ranger. The story you have just heard is a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated.