 A fiery horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust in the heart of Ohio Silver, the Lone Ranger. A faithful Indian companion, Tonto, the masked rider of the planes led the fight for law and order in the early days of the Western United States. His strength and courage, his daring and resourcefulness, made him the greatest champion of justice the frontier ever knew. It was he more than any other man who made possible the winning of the West. 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. The Lone Ranger was riding along the trail east of Lost Creek when he suddenly drew back on Silver's range. Oh, Silver, hold on. Isn't that horse over there saddle, old fellow? He is. Where's his master? What would a saddle horse be doing out here alone? It's all right. I think we'd better have a look. If he's a stray, we'll pick him up. Come, boy. Come on. The horse that had caught the masked man's attention had been grazing. Now at the sound of Silver's approach, he raised his head. He showed no fear, however, and although the masked man had loosened the rope hanging from the pommel of his saddle, he found no occasion to use it. Oh, pull this over. Oh, boy. Oh. Hey, boy. Where are you from? What do you belong to? Don't be afraid, old fellow. We'll not harm you. Now stand still, boy. What's that? A stranger. Over here this way. Stay there, Silver. Where are you? Over here by this rock. There you are. The rocks hit you. Don't try to move, fellow. Just lean back. That's better. Want water? No. Not just yet. Fulcayo's seen a rattler and pitched me. It landed here. Show what my back's busted. Can't seem to move. One moment. There. Did that hurt you? Good. And your back's all right. How about that arm? I know my arm's busted. It is. You've had a bad pull. Pretty badly bruised up, aren't you? Yeah. Look, stranger. It's almost 30 miles to Los Creek from here and not a ranch house between. I could take you into town, but I don't like to risk it. You may be injured internally. Now, if you're willing, I can do better for you. My camp is only about two miles away. I can take you there on Silver and lead your horse. The trip won't be easy, but I'll make you as comfortable as I can. I can't stay here. Of course not. Back at camp, I have an Indian friend. He'll do you more good than any doctor in the territory. He'll treat you until you're well and ask no questions. And if you're wondering about this mask, if you are, don't worry. I'm not an outlaw. The law's not hunting me. You'll get no trouble. Thanks, stranger. You're all right. Ready to try it? Wait. Yes? Friend, would you do a fellow favor? Certainly. I hate like the dickens to ask, but I ain't got no choice. I ought to mention it, but it's important. It's something that has to be done. Then it will be done. But I ain't even told you what it is yet. I think you're honest, and I know you wouldn't ask me anything impossible. You're in trouble, and you need help. And you have my word, I'll do what you ask. It's about some cash. Yes? Rich inside my vestige. You find a letter in my shirt pocket. Right. Oh. Elizabeth? Yeah. And what about it? Well, there's cash in it. A whole lot of cash. And you're trusting me with it? What good would it do me not to? I'm trusting you. That has to be took to a certain place and mailed to a certain fellow. Maybe you won't mail it, and maybe you'll keep it for yourself, but that's a chance I have to take. Ain't risking so much. You could have robbed me anyhow. Mail it to the person who dressed on this envelope? Yeah. Read it loud. It's addressed to Jake Sanderson. This is addressed to Los Crink. But your trail leads away from Los Crink. What did you want this mailed? At Homestead. Homestead? Do you realize how far away that is? It's a right for a piece. A good two weeks journey. You don't have to go if you don't want to, stranger. I can't make you. I just hope that maybe... You misunderstood me. I'll mail this from whatever point you ask. But don't you think this is rather strange? You just came from Los Crink, didn't you? Not from far away, huh? This letter and money is going to a man there. But instead of mailing it in town or giving it to a man in person, you set out on a trip of several hundred miles. Well, I... Oh, wait. Get this straight. You don't have to explain if you'd rather not. But if you feel you can... Well, I'm sorry, Mr. But I can't. And just one question then. Are you sending this money to Jake Sanders addressed here? Or are you acting for someone else? Oh, I can't answer that either. You're a cow hand? Uh-huh. And you say this envelope contains quite a lot of money? Yeah. Then you've answered my question after all. Unless you've had a stroke of luck, you're writing for someone else. I've yet to see the cow hand with much money to spare a week after payday. Oh, Mr. You won't go talking about this, will you? No, friend, I won't. Thanks. If you did, there'd be the dickens to pay. I'll make just one reservation to that promise. I'll keep silence as long as no one's hurt by it. Oh, well, that's all right. I'll give you my word, Mr. You won't be hurting nobody. You'll be doing the right big favor. Well, that's subtle. Ready to travel? Ready as I live, will be. Then let's get started. Here's silver. Come on, old boy. The Lone Ranger moved the injured cowboy to his camp, left him there in charge of town hall, then set out for the distant town of Homestead as he had promised. His errand performed, however, and his curiosity aroused by the fact that a man would travel several hundred miles to mail money addressed to the place he had left. The Lone Ranger returned to Lost Creek. There he found old Jake Sanders. And one evening, carefully disguised, he leaned against the bar of the Lost Creek Cafe and watched Jake. He argued with Amos Buckner, a rancher as elderly as Jake himself. All gone, you Amos. I thought I warned you last time we might to keep out of my way. Let's tell him, Jake. You warned me. Wait. Were you dried up, stove in, old foreflusher? You never had that much nerve. It was me warned you. Now get out of this cafe. Come on, Amos, and leave me be. Air ain't fit to breathe with a polecat like you. You call me a polecat? You scum. You heard me. Let's fight and talk. Reach for your eyes. Go on, reach. Go on, Jake. You don't change none at all, do you? What's that? You get as big a foreflusher as you ever were. You think I'm bluffing? I'll show you. Just draw. That's all I'm asking. Just go ahead and draw and see if I'm bluffing. I'll blast you right out of there with fancy boots you wear. Did you know I ain't armed? And you're noted for 40 years. I don't never carry guns. Don't believe in it. Nobody has to tell you that. Well, I was just forgetting. You mean you knew you could bluff without being called. You're lying. Don't go to laugh when either. One of these days you're going to laugh out of the other side of your big mouth. I've heard that for 40 years, too. But this time I mean it. And one of these days you're going to find it out. Only then it'll be too late. Hey, Jake, you're getting tired. You better run along. That's just what I'm going to do. I thought you would. But it ain't for the reason you're thinking. The stage just got in a little while back. You recollect what I told you this time last week? Jake, you talk so much if I was to try remembering everything you said. Go clean daft. I told you I was just waiting for my boy Jim to send me more cash. Oh, sure. I guess you did mention something like that. Well, what about it? Well, if that cash comes on the stage tonight, you watch out, that's all. Just you watch out. What for? God tell. I ain't no such fool. But you'll be finding out. Amos, you'll find out a plenty. Night, fellas. If that crook gets acting up, just call me. I'll hand them for you. Glad to do it. Barkie. I want something, slanger. I just heard the quarrel. What's the trouble between those two men? Trouble. I guess you're a stranger in these parts. Chucks, Jake and Amos have been fighting like that since the four and the rest of us can remember. Jake's all the time threatening Amos. And Amos always gets in the matter by just laughing at him. Amos? Amos Buckner. He's got a place south of town. If you rode in by the South Trail, you must have seen it. Find a set of buildings anywhere in the county. Better off than Jake, then, eh? Oh, Jake's just about bust. If it wasn't for the cash he gets every so often from that boy he is reckon he'd almost starve to death. He lives in a little place right here in town. Yes, I know. Well, if you'll excuse me. One moment. Yeah? It's none of my business, but I'm curious. You said Jake has a son who sends him money. Any harm in my asking where Jake's son is and what he does for a living? Don't see why. Jim's got a job at the ranch up north, the way I've heard it. No. But once in a while he's sent along with a trail herd and gets as close to here as Homestead, way over north. Then he takes what he's saved and mails it to his paw. My defined young fella, don't you think? Ain't many boys that do as much? No. You've seen Jim recently? Oh, gosh, no. Not for the past ten years. Even Jake ain't. Jake's too old to travel much. And I guess the boy never has time to get this far. No, it's been quite a spell since anybody's seen Jim in these spots. Well, we're talking. How well do you know the brand in this section? How well? I know them all. Good. About four weeks ago I'm at a cowboy with a horse bearing a brand I didn't recognize. I wondered about it. What was it? A box B. Yeah? Why, that's Amos Buckner's brand. It is? Sure. The man just now calling with Jake? Mm-hmm. That's the one. You're sure? Of course I am sure. But what do you... Excuse me. Hey! I've always known that most of the folks in town was local, but I reckon their strangers suffered from the same complaint. Old Jake Sanders called at the post office, but it remained open for the stage, then hurried home. An hour later, a man sat on a horse in front of the cottage while Jake gave him certain instructions. Steve, here's my boy's money. It's come. Now you put it where you know it'll be safe. Sure, Jake. And don't you waste no time getting to Edgewood. Hurry, you can make it in five, six days. Now make it in less than that. You know the failure to see? Name's Barton, ain't it? Uh-huh. Government man. What if he says you'll have to get in touch with Amos first? You tell him he don't have to do no such thing. I know my rights. I know Amos ain't bothered to take out another lease on that government graze. The old fool thinks nobody else wants it, eh? Well, I'll show him. Steve, I've been waiting this chance for the past four years. You give Barton that cash and tell him I want a lease for a year. He can't turn you down. He can't put you off. Hey, legal. You see, too, he makes out the papers right then and there. Well, if he has to, I'll see to what he does. Good way you see that old fool's face when I tell him to get his critters off my lease land. He'll be fit to wash. And then what'll you do with it? Eh, you keep it secret, Steve? Uh-huh. Steve, I'm going to rent it out for a sheep. Yeah? And if that don't fix Amos, well, then nothing will. All right, Steve, you know what to do. I better get going. I'll be back as quick as I can. All right. Get up, boy. Come on. Get up there, boy. I've waited 40 years to show Amos who's the smartest, but dog gone if it ain't worth it. I'll kill my way away. 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. That same evening, Amos Buckner returned to his ranch house and laughed as he told his wife of his meeting with his old enemy. Bet I wish you could have been there. You'd have laughed your head off with Jake. Honest, he gets so mad sometimes you think he's going to shake himself to pieces. He threatened you again? Sure, just like he always does. Amos, haven't you thought that maybe someday he'd keep one of those threats? Hmm, Jake? Bet you're talking through your head. I might. Oh, shucks, not him. He just enjoys hearing himself. Reckon getting mad at me about all the fun the poor old fella has. Well, I say let him have his fun. He ain't harmed nobody. Well, Amos, I just hope someday you're not sorry for it. Oh, yes. I wanted to ask you, have you done anything about the lease yet? You know our old one's laps. Gosh, honey, I plumb forget it again. You better have it renewed. Uh-huh, I will. But I know great hurt. You wouldn't say that if somebody else were after that ring. Maybe I wouldn't. But they ain't. I'll bet most of the folks around here just about figure I own that land of leased it from the government so long. I bet it never occurred to them they could lease it. But if someone else did? Oh, gosh, best. Don't you even think of it. I don't know what I'd do. Well, that's what I mean. The range I own outright wouldn't come near giving us enough graze. Well, you better not take any more chances. You better see to it right away. I guess so. I hadn't thought of it just like that before. I'll send somebody out first thing tomorrow. I can't get away myself. Well, I'll remind you. Yeah, I wish you would. And then maybe you... Who's there? I don't know. Come in. Oh! Where's the mask? Where do you go? Don't call out. You can't do it. You can't do it. You can't rob us. I don't intend to. Then get out. Not until I get certain facts. Huh? Amos, you've been sending money to Jake Sanders, letting him think that money came from his son. What did you say? You heard me, Amos. I don't know your motive or when this started. But in spite of the fact he considers himself your enemy, Jake is dependent on you for his living. You're crazy. You're a local. You don't know what you're saying. Don't I? I never heard such foolishness. Yeah, what he said best. He didn't say I was sending money to Jake. Ain't that crazy? Why did you deny it? Well, it just ain't true. Why shouldn't I? Well, well... Wait. Where did you get such news? If it's not true, Amos, forget about it. The man must have misrepresented himself. In that case, he'll get the punishment he deserves. Now, hold on, stranger. Who's this? What man are you talking about? Just a fellow I met several weeks ago. He's riding a horse wearing your brand, so I thought there must be something to his story. As long as there's not, why, of course, he'll go to jail. What fur? Oh, the law picked him up. He was on a wanted poster. Tried to deny his identity, that's all. He gave the law a story about working for you and being sent on an errand to Homestead. But you've denied sending money to Jake. So, in that case... Now, wait. Come on back inside. Yes? Close the door. What's this all about? Bears. Yes, Amos. Bears, I'll have to tell him. If Clay's in trouble... And, of course, you must. Tell me what? Look, mister, I don't know who you are, what connection the masked man could have with the law. But if Clay's been arrested, it's just all a mistake. He ain't no crook. He does work for me. And you have been sending money to Jake? Yeah. Why? Well, it ain't easy to make it clear to a stranger. Go on. I may understand. Well, we're all gone at all, it's like this. You can believe it or not, I don't care. Me and Jake both came to this section about the same time. Ain't anybody still alive that was here when we first came? Yes. We fought and argued right from the first, but we never really meant nothing by it. Well, it was just our way. Then back a few years, Jake's health got bad, and he had to sell out. He moved to town, and it weren't no time at all till his money was near gone. It looked like he'd have to pull stakes and clear out. I see. Only just about the same time, just by accident, I happened to hear about a young fellow getting killed in a stampede over North. It was Jim, Jake's son. Only I was the one who knew it. So, uh, so I seen where I could send Jake the cash I had to have to live on without his ever suspecting where it came from. And right now, Jake doesn't know his boy is dead? No. And you've never made any effort to let Jake know what he owed you? Oh, I couldn't do that, and couldn't let the old fellow leave town, could I? Shucks, I sort of enjoyed having him mad at me. Without him calling me names and threatening me every time we met up, where things just wouldn't be the same. It'd kind of be like setting down to a table where there weren't no salt. Would be no real taste to anything. Stranger Amos only, did it? Because he felt sorry for Jake. You shouldn't blame him. I don't. No? Amos, not many men who would have been as unselfish as you've been. And you won't tell it. The times come, when it'll have to be told. Oh, but it doesn't. One moment. I have a confession to make first. I did meet the man you sent to Homestead, but he's not in trouble with the law as I let you believe. He's at my camp. He was seriously injured and Tata's looking after him. Tata? An Indian friend of mine. Oh. Amos, I had to convince you that your man was in trouble in order to make you confess the truth. But Clay's hurt, you say? He was, but now he's almost well. He'll soon return. Well then I'd better go see. There's no time to discuss that now. Amos, where was Jim Sanders killed? Over in Amiga County. But there's no one other than yourself who knows of his death, you say? Well, Clay does, of course. He had to know, he had to go to him to send the money from Homestead. And then... Yes? Well, the sheriff of Amiga County knows about it too. I had to tell him so as he wouldn't go making inquiries and spoiling things. So... Hey. You leaving? Amos, Jake's going to make trouble for you. Without realizing it, you've given him the money with which to do it. I'll explain later. But where are you going? To Amiga County. Adios. So, old boy, we're riding, and there's no time to lose. Here. Come on, old fella. Come on, boy. Hurry! The journey to Amiga County was a long one. And in the meantime, old Jake Sander's messenger had made a swift trip to Edgewood. His business there was soon transacted. And in less than two weeks after his departure, he drew rain once more before Jake's cottage. Whoa, whoa, there, fella. Whoa, whoa, boy. Whoa, whoa. Jake! Hi, Jake. Where are you? Jake! Hi, Jake! You get it? Did I? Jake, just look at here. Leave me have that. It's mine. I got the lease. Steve? He got plenty bullets for them guns he on? Huh? Why? We're calling on Amers. Yeah? I'm showing him this lease and ordered him to get his cows off my land right now. Really? And if there ain't trouble, and I'm at CyWash, come on, Steve, help me saddle up. I want to get there. But even as Jake and Steve rode towards Amos Buckner's ranch house, the masked man was on the last leg of his return journey from Amiga County. He shot an encouragement to his great horse Silver. Come on, old fellow. Hurry, boy. Hurry, Silver. It's not far now, old fellow. Hello, Silver. Oh, Jake and Steve, drew their horses to a stop in front of the Buckner ranch house. Oh, oh, oh, hey, boy. Come on, Steve. Keep your guns hanging free. This is going to be good. He's going to be mad, all right. But don't let him bluff you, Steve. You're working for me now, and the law's on my side. Yeah, I'll see you. Hey, what are you fellas doing on my place? Oh, scene is coming, eh? I'm back on them horses of yours, and make tracks out of here. I reckon not. You better do what I... We've got business with you. Ain't that so, Steve? Sure is, Jake. So he'd better let us in to talk, Amos, or maybe it'll go mighty bad with you. Hmm, come in. Don't pay no attention to him, best. They'll be leaving again right soon. Oh, hello. Howdy, ma'am. We'll be leaving real quick, eh? Well, Amos, you listen to this. We ain't leaving until we know just how soon you're going to get your cattle off my land. What? What's that you said? That's true, eh? Well, look this over. Amos, what does he mean? And just a second, honey. What? Well, this is a lease, sir. Huh? To the government land I've been using. Sure. You put off getting another lease so I step in ahead of you. Smart of me, weren't it? Now, you can give orders to your men to round up your critters and clear them out. I'm going to rent out that range to some sheepmen and all. You, you aren't... And you needn't say what you're thinking, Amos, because it won't do you no good. You can't get away with this. I reckon I can. It's legal. I won't move one single critter. All right, then, don't. It'll matter to me. I'll either get the sheriff to do it for you or... Or what? Or charge you double rent for the grazing. And you'll have to pay it, too. Maybe damages besides... You're low down. No, no, no. Don't get all hit up, Amos. Won't help you now. Vespers. Jake, you'll do nothing until you've read this. Oh, hell of Jake. Oh! My head! Stay out of this. You're not hurt. Jake, take this paper and read it. What is it? Find out for yourself. Stranger. Yes? Is this what you tried to warn me about a couple of weeks back? Did you know then that Jake was planning to lease the land out all his use? I did. Then why didn't you tell me? In the first place, it would have done no good. Jake's man had a head start on you. You couldn't have caught him in time. I could have, but I had a more important errand. In Amiga County? Yes. But what'd you do there? I saw the sheriff, Amos, and got a signed statement from him that what you told me was true. Dead. My boy dead. You had to learn it sometime, Jake. Amos, you knew about it, but never let me know. Now, look, Jake... He didn't let you know because he was sending you the money that was being mailed to you from Homestead, Jake. You had to think it was from your boy or you wouldn't have taken it. What's that? Is that so, Amos? Is it? Have you been sending me that money? Yes, Jake. You've done that and all the time I was hating you. I was hating you because we'd both started even, but you was rich and I was poor. I figured you looked down on me. Oh, shucks, Jake. That was a fool way to think. But I did. Oh, forget it. Now I was going to make you go bust with your own money. And still can, if you wish, Jake. Hey, Jake, stop. You're tearing up that lease. Ain't it, Myron? Can I do what I want with it? But it was worth money to you. Whatever it was. You could have made me pay plenty to get it back. You think you're the only one to do any favors? You old idiot. Who you calling an idiot? You come over here. Don't raise this to me. Stop them. They're fighting again. Mrs. Buckner, I have an idea. They'll always fight. Only don't worry. Now they're fighting not as enemies, but as friends. Wait. Come back. All right, Silver. Back to town on Camp Old Boy. Where you have just heard is a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated.