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With his faithful Indian companion, Toto, the daring and resourceful mask 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 hoof beats of the great horse Silver, the lone ranger rides again. The woman's sheriff of Gunsdark was at her desk in the jail office. A former school teacher with an eastern education, she was young and attractive. As she attended the paperwork connected with her duties, another woman looked on. She was a frontier type, hatchet faced, lanky and seemingly as ageless as a piece of petrified wood. Rejoicing in the name of Liz Yancey, she not only protected the law lady from scandal, but served as jail cook and turnkey. Liz was saying, looky here, Claire, you are wearing yourself out and looking for the environment secured your husband. Liz, I'll never rest until they're punished. When I was sworn into office, I took another oath, a silent oath to square accounts for Dick. That's all well and good, but, oh, grinch Rockwell. Hello, Mr. Rockwell. Mrs. Lee, the stage has been held up again. This time it crossed those goats. The out hoots got another whale's firebox. Good heaven. I'm reporting this because it's an express company ruled and I'm its agent. Not that I think it'll do any good. I'll put Deputy Taylor on the case as soon as he returns. This makes the fifth hole up around here in the year. My company has lost better than the hundred thousand dollars. Something's got to be done about it. Mr. Rockwell, your company has had its best special agents hunting for the stage robbers. They seem to have failed as badly as the sheriff's office. That's no excuse. A woman isn't fit to be sheriff. Her place is at home fetching up a family. You sure didn't get much fetching up. Mrs. Lee, I'm going to get up petitions to ask you from office. Nearly every man in the county will sign it and so will... There's been another stage robber. I heard about it at the cafe. Rounded up a posse and now I'll be heading to cross those goats soon to get my rifle. Is the back door open, Liz? Why shouldn't it be? You're never bringing any person in. Yeah, I'll get those stage robbers this time. Clare, I figure. That sidewalk is trying to undermine you. Get your badge. Several hours later, Liz Yancy retired to a side room in which she slept, with a cold 44 under her pillow and a sawed-off shotgun leaning against the bed. Mrs. Lee remained at her desk. She had taken a record book from an open desk grower. Then the door opened. What? A mask man. Please don't be frightened. I'm a friend. Friends show their faces. I suppose you murdered my husband and have come back to murder me. Mrs. Lee, I'm here to volunteer the services of an Indian friend and myself. We want to help you solve that case. Then why are you wearing a mask? If my face were to become known to outlaws, it would handicap me in bringing them to justice. So you're a professional bounty hunter. No, I don't work for rewards or pay or perhaps a silver bullet will identify me. Please take it. Yes, it is a silver bullet, but it means nothing to me. I still don't understand your motive in offering aid. Because I believe in maintaining law and order. Does that explain my purpose? It does indeed. Mr. Do you know that the gun stock stage was robbed again today? My friend heard about it and told me we'd have gone to the scene, but a posse was already on the way and I wanted to avoid being questioned about my mask. I believe there's some connection between the stage robberies and my husband's murder. Oh, what makes you think so? Here's the last report Dick entered in his record book. It's dated August 17th and reads. First stage robbery County ever had was reported at 1 p.m. today. Five mask men took express box containing $11,000 went to scene failed to pick up trail but found he'll shot from one outlaw's boot by page passenger. That's all he wrote. Two days later he was shot from an alley here in gun stock. That would seem to indicate that he learned something he didn't record. Why do you say that because professional hold up man rarely kill a sheriff unless he becomes dangerous to them. I have the boot heel in this drawer. Here it is. What do you make of it? Well, it's an ordinary heel as far as the leather manufacturer go. But it tells the story. Mrs. Lee, this is my friend, Toto. How do you do? Oh, we've had a lot of experience trailing Indians who are a foot. Whether they wore moccasins or white men's boots that track for easy to identify. And Mrs. Lee, do any local Indians perhaps Indians working as cowboys wear boots? No, of none. Oh, Bill, I didn't hear you come in. I can't put it in the back way in her part of the buckle these fellas been handing you. Who in Blake's is that? They're going to investigate Dick's murder in the stage robbery. Oh, well, I like that. Here I've been doing all your work for you. Then you turn around and hire a mascot who the red skin. You aiming to fire me? Perhaps I should discharge you. You do not help Queen's Rock. Well, through you out of all. You're through. Give me your badge, gun and gun belt. They're county property. Like blazes, I will do the sheriff say. Are you? Don't draw that gun on my own. Unbuckle his gun belt, Toto. Now I'll unpin that badge. There it comes. I'll take those things. You pay for this. Hey, you're a private citizen now. As another private citizen, I'm advising you to forget that you ever saw my friend and me. I'm not Mr. Did I do the right thing? Yes, Mrs. Lee, but Bill may make trouble for all of us. I don't follow him. I meet you at camp. He's having a good time. Like all braggarts, Bill was filled with self pity over his discharge. Making the rounds of the cafes he talked long and loudly about the incompetence and ingratitude of the woman sheriff. Few men sympathized with him, though many already had signed petitions asking for her removal. But at the Lazy H. Café, he found a really interested listener in Chad Harrison, who owned the place as well as a ranch with the same name. Bill, what is our lady sheriff going to do without a man deputy? He's already got two fellows working for him. Well, you don't say. Anyone I know? I reckon not. One's an engine, the other wears a mask. I heard him talking about a boot here at Dick Lee found after the first stage robbery. He figured it came from a boot worn by an engine gopher. Well, that means he'll be out looking for that kind of an engine. They said, come to think of it, you've got a red skin rider on your ranch. He's the only boot wearing engine in these parks. Now, look, Chad, you don't want any crooks working on your spread. Suppose you and I handle a case together. I'd split the reward with you. Well, I'm getting interested. Right out to my ranch tomorrow. We'll talk about it some more. I'll be there. In our liquor, Chad Harrison was in the bunkhouse at his ranch with him were five ill favored men who listened intently as he repeated what the ex deputy had told him. He was saying the way I figure it that boot he'll put Dick Lee on to us. He knew about you commands. He Joe was smart enough to put two and two together before we plugged him. Now it's put Bill on to you. Maybe that mask man out here. Yeah, you're right, boss. Yeah. On the way here, I figured out a way to get rid of Bill Taylor and the mask man at the same time. How's that? I told you the mask man uses silver bullets and had a ruckus of Bill. Well, we'll make some silver bullets and drill Bill with him. And alone ought to be enough to convict the mask man, but to make it even stronger. We'll swear we saw him do the shooting or a shoe. Always come up with good ideas. Bill is coming out here tomorrow. By tomorrow night, he'll be dead. The mask man will be in jail waiting to hang. We'll continue our lone ranger adventure in just a moment. That's the word up north. Just ask the champions up north. We know what we these mean to guys like slug and Harvey Keane. We love to see him built that ball and make the fielders climb the wall and Richie Ashburn. Yes, indeed. He plays baseball at Weedy's speed. Just watch him flash from base to base. This boy could win in any race. Yes, sir. Harvey Keane and Richie Ashburn are long time Weedy's fans. Both of them know there's a whole kernel of wheat in every Weedy's flake. Weedy's breakfast of champions. Keep balling. To continue, taught a return to the mask man's camp a short distance from the town of Gunstock. Nobody listened long to Taylor, but one fellow in run Lazy H Cafe. Did you learn the cafekeeper's name? Him Chad Harrison. Got ranch called Lazy H. Only Indian cowboy around here. Work there. How did you learn that? He meets another Indian in town. Him tell me about writer called Comanche Joe, who wear boots. Oh, he did well, Otto. We'll scut around Chad Harrison's ranch tomorrow. On the following day, the stage robber known as Blackie was busy in the blacksmith shop, melting and molding silver coins into 45 caliber bullets. Chad Harrison appeared in the doorway. You'll have to hurry that shop, Lucky. Taylor may be here anytime now. I've finished a dozen for us. Yeah, that'll be plenty. Here they are. They look good enough for anyone. I'll load my two six shooters. Where the other boys? Over on Horse Creek bearing that Wells Fargo box we lifted yesterday. It's what you told him to do, isn't it? Right. I didn't want it around here with all this spying going on. I'll be able to bust it open later. Here comes Taylor now. Eat my up, boys. No, no, no, he doesn't suspect me. How do you say it? I didn't hear it sooner, but I had to take some petitions over to Red Bull. Now, where's that Comanche Joe? Well, maybe that's him over on the hill. Hey, never see one anywhere again. Hey, what? Cooper, that fixes you. That is easy done, boss. Is he dead? What do you think? I put every one of the silver slugs from one gun into. Yeah, what's next? I'll ride back to town and start the story going that the mask man killed Bill. The sound of the gunshots, which had snuffed out the life of the ex deputy, carried far in the still afternoon air. The low ranger and Toto, who had been looking for trail sign, which would link the ranch with the scene of the robbery and crossbones gouged, heard them and raced in the direction from which they had come. There's a man on the ground at the ranch house door. This man is Bill Taylor. He's dead. Shot in the back. Cover who shoot him, not have much start. Those hoof prints over there look very fresh. The mask man and Indian examined the tracks. Toto pointed. Three horses been here a little while ago. One go away without rider. Other two horses take fellas toward Horse Creek and Gunstock. Need follow that trail, Kimosabe? Yes, I'll follow the single track. Run to this gun. Unconsciously picked Chad Harrison's trail, followed it to the edge of Gunstock without sighting the man. He rode through an alley to the rear of the jail. Oh, it's a little easy to set it up. Where he dismounted and entered. His first intimation that he himself was in grave danger came when the formidable Liz Yancey stepped out of the jail kitchen and thrust the twin barrels of her sought off shotgun against his back with a command. Reach fella, reach. My hands are up. You're making a mistake. Don't you know me? I know you're a killer. Move along for my trigger finger. Get itchy. I to consider myself a prisoner. You certainly are. Take his shooting arms clear. You may have them. There it is. I have his guns. Now I'll take his mask. Then you can lock him up with his friend. Are you holding my friend? I've charged him with murder just as I shall charge you. So it appears that you're the real killer. I have more than eyewitness evidence against you. What is that? The silver bullets taken from Taylor's body. There they are on my desk. In all probability, you are the only man in the West who fires such bullets. I see. The outlaws have managed to use the law against me. How can you deny the evidence of those bullets? May I examine them? Well, I've seen no harm in that. But watch him closely, Liz. Yeah. These bullets never came from my guns. Don't tell me that. I have here a silver bullet which you gave me. Your belt is filled with them. Mrs. Lee, the silver in my bullets came from my silver mine. It's pure silver and soft as lead. You can scratch the bullet I gave you with a fingernail. But it would take a knife to mark the bullets that killed Taylor. Please compare them yourself. Yes. I've seen now that there is a difference. But what does it mean? It means that the murder bullets were made by the outlaws for the purpose of framing me. I knew about the boot heel. I believe that your husband and Taylor also knew. Mr. I'm beginning to believe you. But I can't let you go. I can't arrest a man like Harrison. Your position is difficult. The men here have turned against me. Not one would join a posse, especially if he knew I wanted Harrison and his riders. There's a way of getting them into jail without resorting to the use of a posse. Heaven help me. I'll do as you say. Someone from the Lazy H Cafe by Liz Yancy. Chad Harrison and his five gangsters crooked into the jail office a short time later. They were in high spirits over the outcome of their trick. Harrison was saying, Mrs. Lee, you sure did a good job when you let that masked gunslinger walk right into jail and locked him up. You know I'm in favor of letting you hold your job. I'm going to let everybody know it. Let's forego the pleasantries. This is a serious matter. Liz, open the cell block door. Yeah. Please follow me. I don't like you. Uh, where is the masked man? In the next cell. Now, do you identify him as the killer? Why, you let him keep his mask on. Certainly. You said he was masked when he shot Taylor, so I wanted you to see him with a mask on. You wouldn't know him without it. Oh, yes. Yes, you're right. And, uh, I identify him. Does he need the killer, boys? Yeah, him or an. Hey, where'd our Lady Sheriff go? Hey, she likes to see it. Hey, let us out of here. Have her on the door. We won't. Well, this might be a threat. He took the masked man and inns in front of the cell. They've got guns. You're covered. Put your hands straight out. Then turn and lean against the wall. You try for guns. You'll get shot. No, no, don't shoot. We're doing as you say. Hello, take their gun while I keep them off balance. At the same time, the peephole in the cell block door slid open. Liz Yancey looked in, seeing her chat Harrison shouted. Hey, look what they're doing to us. I've got eyes. I can see. Close the blue round holes out in front. I do. What about it? The saddle bags are full of money. What do I do? The quince Rockwell says was in the wells from yesterday. Why, you double cross it. You've got that box. Help me for your buried. No wonder it took you so long. Hey, Liz, these fellows only work for me. You can lock them up for all I care, but I want out. Who's a double-crosser now? Chad was in the stage. Your average is as deep as we were. Oh, listen to him. I'm a rancher with a good reputation. I can't help what my riders do. I think you're all up. Look here, Moussabi. Maybe this gun show who killed Taylor. Me take two guns from Chad Harrison. One got lead bullets in it. Other got silver bullets. Munking a tunnel, the outlaw leader made a desperate effort to rasp the Tell Hill gun from his hand. You will not get guns. But the Indian, heavily burdened as he was with guns and gun belts taken from the six bandits, was unable to keep his grasp on the weapon. Jerking it from his hand, Harrison whirled and fired at the lone ranger. The hard silver slug ricocheted from a cell bar close to the man's head. A split second later, one of his own guns blazed and the duel of silver bullets was over. As the heavy 45 slug knocked Harrison to the floor and the guns slid away from his broken arm, Comanche Joe tried to scoop it up, but straightened when the masked man advanced on him with the order. Back to the law. He's got a massacre. Not hard to do it, Mr. Hotchalk. I made the silver bullets a kill, Taylor, but Chad did the shooting. He shot Dick Lee to an engineer at all the state hall. You thirty double crosser, you're sending me to the gallows. Then hang. I'm saving my own neck of a can. A few minutes later, the lone ranger and Toto were in the jail office with Mrs. Lee and Liz Yancey. Liz had locked the outlaws in cells and had summoned a doctor for the leader against whom they had turned. Now that our work here is finished, we'll write on. I'm sorry to see you leave. We may meet again. Here's a name and address of a Padre who will know how to reach me. You can communicate with him if you need our help. I certainly shall do so and thank you for everything. Come on, hotchalk. Adios, Mrs. Lee. Adios, Liz. Hello. Who is that mesh man? Liz, it took a long while for me to put things together, but when I thought about that man's mask and his white horse and the silver bullet, I realized who he is. He's the lone ranger. By Tendall Campbell Muir, Incorporated. The part of the lone ranger is played by Brace Beamer. Your announcer, Fred Floyd. Here brought to you by special recording Mondays through Fridays at this same time.