 of the speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hearty high o' silver, the Lone Ranger. The rich grazing land of Texas brought wealth to many of the early settlers, but the local sheriffs were unable to protect them from the outlaws who roamed the new territory. The honest ranchers' lives and property were in constant danger until the masked rider of the plane started his great fight for justice. It was he more than any other man who put an end to the law of might makes right. It was the Lone Ranger who blazed the trail for peace and progress, and the memory of his deeds will remain as long as the memory of the early west itself. Return with us now, those thrilling days of yesteryear. From out of the past come the thundering hoofbeats of the great horse Silver. The Lone Ranger rides again. Come on, Mr. Morton is out of jail. There's going to be trouble. Hi, old seal. Everyone around Pecos, called the owner of the lazy J Ranch, Mustang Mag. Years of struggle against drought and famine, rustlers and Indians gave Mag the aggression of a man. Yet her rough manner concealed a soft heart. Her foreman, old Missouri, held his job only through Mag's generosity. All in tarnation I ask of you, Missouri, is that you keep out from under Forton. Dad, Ratchie, you can't even do that. I can say plenty about your feet covering so much territory a man can't keep out. What was that? Never mind. If you have to poke around the house, go shave your face. While I had it, see if you can't curry that hair of yours. I declare your fight to see. You mean I got a slick up? That's just what I mean. Now I got company coming from Pecos and I do declare I'm ashamed to ever see you. Who's coming? Betsy Jane. When we was in town for the heroin on Milan, right? She said she'd drive out here today. Why didn't you tell me so this morning? Thunderation, Betsy Jane, is quality. Well, I gotta get slick proper for her. It'd take half a day to get fixed with my boots greased, my shirt washed. That's why I didn't tell you. If you had a nose, you wouldn't have done a lick of work around here. Yeah, because I hate like blazers to have her see me like this. Maggie just ain't right. It don't reflect credit on you. She's got to think right well of the man you aim to marry. Who says so? Well, we're engaged, ain't we? In that pretend year, according to your notions, never said nothing about marrying, though. Now, there ain't no use rushing things. Seeks alive a hero wagon. If that's Betsy Jane, you just gotta keep out of sight. If only you wouldn't keep things secret from me. It is, Betsy Jane. Now you get to the woodshed and see that your stay there till she's gone until they're shaved and spruced up. Go on now, git. I'll let her in. Welcome to the laser, J. Hello, Aunt May. Get yourself down off in that ring and come on in here. My sakes good to see ya. Hey, Aunt May. My gracious, it wasn't that an exciting day? Sure enough was, but come on inside. I'll have tea in a little while. There now, honey. Just set yourself down there. That's the best chair. Don't allow Missouri to sit on it. He's an old deer. Where is he? Chased him off to the woodshed to get some of the whiskers off his face. Wasn't it terrible that Mr. Morton couldn't be made to stay in jail? Oh, I don't know. Everyone knows he was guilty of murder, but there wasn't proof enough to hang him. I don't know what's hanging him, but it helped things much. Has he caused any more trouble for you? I should say not. I reckon now he knows the laws on my side. He won't try no more of his custard tricks. I wonder. Why should he? He's got most of the land around here now anyway. I'll get the tea kettle on. But he wants a lazy J. Mighty bed. Your valley land has good water. Only way to get it now is to make me sell. And I won't sell his bed to Jane. He's been right sociable since he got out of jail. He has? Sure thing. Dropped by the cold the other day. Really? I never know he was here, Meg. Why don't you tell me? Shut that door. He started shaming anyway. A goat could grow fat on what he grows on his face. But as I was saying, I guess Morton's buried the hatchet for keeps. Come to see if he didn't want to share the cattle train with him. And did you? Why not? I've got to have cattle cars to ship my stock to market. Yes, I know. But given the cash for what cars I'll need, and he's made the arrangements to get the train. All I've got to do is get my critters through Grant Pass to the railroad spurring into the cars. Choo-choo does the rest. And his cattle will be on the same train? Yep. Aunt Meg, can you trust him? No. Can't trust no one. But I can make Blame sure he don't get the chance to do no crooked trick. But suppose he sends the train back without giving you the chance to get loaded. The train won't leave the 15th, but then it will be loaded. I've got to be. If I ain't going to sell him the stock, and then there would be up again it. Would you really? Sure. I ain't the reason to carry them cows over another season. They're ready for market and they'll get there. I... What was you about to say? I wonder what Morton is up to. Why? He's been around town a bit, hiring a lot of new hands. Luckily, he needs them. But the men he's hiring ain't near as skilled in handling cattle as they are in handling six guns. Oh, I wouldn't be too suspicious of him, Betsy Jane. After all, there ain't much else but gunslingers to be had around Pecos. All the good cowhands already got you. I hope you don't lose out, Aunt Meg. Morton has more tricks up his sleeve than a red fox. She's right, Meg. Dad, rather Betsy Jane's right. Missouri, you... Now you've got to listen. Morton ain't to be trusted. I never know you'd make a deal with him. You're all the time keeping things from me. Your hair ain't cold. No, and my shirt ain't washed, but Morton is still a crook. And you... Missouri... Now, Meg, put down that teakettle. Don't you know that? Don't you dare to throw it. That man's a caution. Can you imagine, Betsy Jane, when he was a baby with a face like that? While Mustang Meg entertained her caller, the Lone Ranger and his faithful Indian companion, Tonto, headed toward the Morton Ranch, the point is, Tonto, Morton doesn't need more men than he already has to handle his stock. Him hire plenty more men. That's what we heard, but we aren't sure. You will find out? I'll write a loan after we get to the folks and see if the reports are true. Meanwhile, you go and call on Mustang Meg. She'll be glad to see you after the help you gave her before. Oh, you'll help. You know, you, though, Kimosabe, and you may be able to learn about her plans for shipping cattle. Oh, I'll meet you in camp tonight, and we'll compare notes. You think Morton got scheme? I know Morton wants the lazy J, and I know he isn't the type of man to be content until he gets it. Too bad to him not hang. He had too much money and influence. I was afraid there wouldn't be proof enough to hang him. There, pork, and yes. You head for the lazy J. I'll go on to Morton's. Ah, and be careful when you go through Grand Pass. The valley's muddy narrow, and there's a lot of rocks and the hills on each side. Any one of the Morton men would be glad of the chance to shoot you from ambush. I'll go on to him. Get him up, Scarlet. Come on, Silver. Butch Newsom, the foreman of the extensive Morton ranch, was standing near the corral as the Lone Ranger unmasked but wearing a disguise rolled up. Hi there. Hi. Oh, boy. Oh. Well, stranger, what's on your mind? A job. A job, huh? What makes you think the Morton spreads iron? I heard in playcoast that you were. Where have you worked? I haven't done much wrangling, but I understand it isn't that you care about. Pack a brace of shootin' eyes this see. Yes. Tied low, too. It means you might sometimes have to make a fast draw. That's right. Ain't particular just what sort of work you're called on to do? Suppose you tell me the details. I can give you some of them. I'll ask the Mortons to meet all the new hands tonight in the bunkhouse. He'll tell you the rest of them. Oh, well. Seems that he wants enough men to put into the hills on each side of Grand Pass and guard the pass. What for? Well, that's one of the things Morton himself will tell you. I see. All I can say is that he's right anxious to keep a certain herd from getting through the pass to the railroad spur. Oh, plans to shoot the cattle down? Not exactly. Not if they can be stampeded. Maybe I'm talking too much, stranger. Maybe you'll go tell a sheriff about this, but I won't do you no good. You're word again mine, and I ain't said a thing. I won't tell the sheriff anything. Why should I? I'm just mentioning that in case. I guess Morton is pretty friendly with the Loman and Pecos anyway, isn't he? I wouldn't say it's to that. He beat that murder trial. Yeah. All right, stranger. Just keep your hands above the shoulders. I've seen you coming, boss, and got your signal to say nothing. What's the matter? I said turn slow. Let me have a look at you. Seems like I've seen that horse somewhere before. You must be Morton Morton. That's me. Looks like you got your face sort of fixed up in the skies. Have I? Butch, take your shooting irons and break them open. See if they ain't loaded with bullets that are made of silver. Silver. Silver. Look out, boss. At him, boy. Now you're going through my hands. Don't get too fast. Stop it. Don't let me shot my gut heads. I'll get that on you. Come on, boy. I'll shoot again. All right, young mister. What is your problem? I tried to, boss, but he knocked me down. I can't shoot in the ground like this. Get on your feet. Not good, are you, anyhow? If his horse hadn't knocked you to one side, I'd have come. Morton, he hadn't shot my gut away. I thought my hand was smashed. Josh, what's shooting? What do you want here? He was looking for a job. A job? He didn't want no job. He just came for information. What's he know? I didn't tell him much, boss. That's a man that spoiled my last chance at the Leasy Jay. He was. It's not the Lone Ranger. Yes, the Lone Ranger. Oh, if only you dropped him when you fired him. Gosh, I... No wonder he got his gun out so fast. As long as he's around here, I don't feel easy about things. What's there he can do? Breaking, he can't do much. Not now. I ain't broke no laws that he can catch me for. I got friends of sheriff's deputies. If he goes to help Mag take a critter through the pass, he won't be able to do any more than any other waddy. And you aim to go ahead with the plan? Sure I do. You'll have all the new hands in the bunkhouse tonight. I'll be there and give them orders. And if you see the Lone Ranger again, shoot him on sight. I sure will. And see that you shoot to kill. That evening, ten newly hired gunmen met in the bunkhouse at the Morton Ranch. They were a hard, grim face pack, each man capable of murder. They were willing to take any kind of orders as long as they were paid. But they insisted on payment in full. You'll get paid all right. That's all I want to be sure of, Morton. I've got all your names on this list. When do I get some money? How long do we wait? My foreman will pay you for one week now and you get three weeks paying a lump when the job is done. That's good pay for work. It won't take more than a few days. You better outline the scheme. Butch here, my top hand, will show you places on each side of Grant Pass where you can hide and wait for the lazy J-Caddle to come through. You stampede the Caddle, spread it out both ways from the pass so they can't be loaded to the Caddle cars, savvy? Meanwhile, the cars will be waiting. As soon as that Caddle is stampeded bad, you come and help load my stock on the cars. I'll have the train held over one day. Then when it pulls out, lazy J-Stock won't be on it. You see, Jen, the idea is to keep Mag from selling Caddle. Then she'll have to sell her ranch. She won't be able to keep going. Now, I'll go down this list of your names and Butch will pay his agreed. What's that? Who fired that? Someone come through the window. Get a light. Get the other light going. I don't have a light. Wait a minute. Hurry up. Don't let no one get out of here. What's that window? Keep an eye on the window. Don't let anyone get out. Shoot the first one of ties for the window. Oh, he's going off the door. The paper's gone. Where's that paper? Look, look here. Quiet. It's him again. He took that paper with your names and left the silver bullet to show he got it. It was the Lone Ranger. The Lone Ranger raced away from the ranch to meet Tonto. But Morton would not believe that any way could be found to spoil his plans. The next day, led by Butch and Morton himself, the newly hired gunman spread through the hills on each side of Grant Pass. Snake eye. You drop out right here and stand by that block. Right, boss. You sure got a pack of nerve, boss? Why have I? Going right ahead with the planes. One man ain't gonna stop me. Breed. They buy that boulder. That's your post. See you, Eagle. How do you think stealing that list of names would stop us? He had the wrong hunch, Butch. How's that? Likely thought they was wanted by the law. Them names on the list weren't their own. Ain't a chance to get a lawman to come here. Maybe Mustang Maga learned from him that we're here. Let her know. Maybe she won't run her cattle through the pass knowing we're here to shoot him down or stampede him. Of course she won't. If she don't send him through, she won't get him to the railroad and she won't sell him. That's so. Rest of you boys, there we are. Let old Mustang Maga watch her cattle die in her hands. This is the time we got her licked. Perky Falls is the first act of our Lone Ranger drama. Before the next exciting scenes, please permit us to pause for just a few moments. Our story. Unaware that Morton's gunmen were guarding the pass, Mustang Mag sat astride a big chestnut mare, supervising the roundup of her cattle. Morton that showed his hand is in the hill. On each side of Grand Pass. All them two gun coyotes are hired to spot her there. They want to stop us from driving her to Grand Pass. What? Just so that she's skiing, that's what's been on his mind from the start. He can't do that. He sure can, he is. Why that double-dealing pole cat? Missouri, if you're lying, I'll land beasted within an inch of your line. It's true, so help me, Mag. How'd you know it's Morton? Oh, there he is, ma'am. Is he there, sir? I don't know. It's a lie. He ain't likely the pole cat. I see it now. You keep yourself in the clear and blame what happens on cowzines that'll disappear before the law can touch you. Mag, there ain't but one thing to do. What's that? Go through the hills. Ah, you haven't had an old fool howl. Just go, you can't get through Grand Pass. You can't get through the hills that much, are you sure? Oh, that's all a saddlebroke horse can do to get through them hills, and the herd of cattle wouldn't have a chance. But there ain't no other way. I'll leave the critters here and let them starve before I'll try the hills. Shocked it couldn't be done. They'd stray and bust the legs and get lost and, ah, that can't be done. But you can't keep this stock here. There ain't grazing to carry them. Then it's Grand Pass. You can't go through there with them crooks' weight. We've got to. Maybe we'll lose the cattle, but we can get a shot at some of them crooks while we're doing it. Come on, boys. The lone ranger in Tonto watched the round up. She's going ahead with the round up, Tonto. I thought she wouldn't, spite of knowing about the men who were waiting. Hmm, her plenty brave. I didn't think it'd be necessary to take the time to ride down there and tell her to go ahead. Her not be ready for long time. It'll be sundown before she's ready to move through Grand Pass. That gives us just enough time to reach the army post. But you say soldier and not help? They won't. At least I don't think they will unless they're made to help. Oh, why soldier and not help? They can't, Tonto. The station at the post has stopped Indian uprisings. The army men can't take part in cattle and land troubles. That isn't what the soldiers are there for. Oh, what you do? I'm going to take this list of names to Colonel Andrews. And what Tonto do? They're going to go with me and watch for a signal. We may have trouble with the guard at the fort. If so, we'll take care of them. I'll tell you more as we ride. Come on, Tonto. I'll see you where I went! Riding hard, the lone ranger in Tonto headed for an army post several miles away. The mass men knew that it was hopeless to ask aid for Mustang mag. They also knew that Tonto could be relied upon to carry out his part of their plan. Come on! Get out of the way! When the hills had been left behind, the two hard-riding men saw the flag above the distant garrison. There's old glory, Tonto. And I hate to fight the men who guard it, but it might have to be done. We fixin'. The lone ranger in Tonto finally arrived at the fort and brought their horses to a stop. The guard challenged them. Who goes there? I want to speak to your commander. Who's that man? I want to speak to Colonel Andrews. Get him, Tonto. Come on, get him! That's it, man! I'm sorry to have to do this, soldier, but this is one time the cavalry has to ride whether the commander wants it to or not. Fix him, Rook. I'm going to have to gag you, but I hope it won't be for long. There's an old woman who's going to pray for your welfare and safety every night when she hears the truth of this. All right, Tonto. To the saddle. Tonto, ready. You remember the part you have to play? Uh-huh. With the guard side, you'll have no trouble getting out of the garrison. It's a good thing the next century can't see this close to the gate. Uh-huh. Now to speak to Colonel Andrews. Come on, boy. He wants Kimo's hobby for my signal. Who are you, Max? What does this mean? I want to speak to you, sir. It's vital for the rights of a rancher beyond Grand Pass. Steady, Captain. Don't reach for a gun. You move that mask and identify yourself. Let me hand you this list of names. I think you may find some men on there who are wanted by the law. Well, what? Various crimes around this part of the country. Horse stealing, cattle stealing, and murder. Why do you come here with this? Because I can show you where all those men can be found. You've been misinformed. The enforcement of laws in the hands of marshals and sheriffs. The law is helpless. Furthermore, I don't see any names on here that I recognize. I'm familiar with the names of most outlaws. Now remove that mask. Captain. Yes, sir? Summon the outpost guard. I want to know how this man got in here. You needn't call your guard. I tied and gagged him. You what? He did his best to stop me. Instead of yourself under arrest. Colonel Andrews, desperate measures were required. The owner of the Lazy Jay is trying to move cattle through Grand Pass. You're under arrest. The men whose names are on that list are on the heels intending to stampede the cattle. All the arcs. Stand by the arcs. Can't you understand, Colonel, that unless the very lives of people depended on your action, I wouldn't have risked attacking the garden coming here like this. If you'll send troops to the... I haven't had more than patient. Put up your hands. Run to your guns. What are you doing? Melting in particular. Why'd you brush your hands across the window like that? Who's that? Stand back. I'm going out that door. Look out there. That Indian! Stop it! He's stealing the horses. Our horses. Come back here! Come back, Indian! Where's the guard? He's still missing. Hand the calls out. Come on. Get out, man. You stand back. We were caught completely off guard by the daring of Tonto and the Lone Ranger. Before they recovered from their surprise, Tonto was already out in the open. The Lone Ranger soon caught up with him. All right, Tonto. Finally two of those horses. We go faster. Yes, we'll make better time. We've got to keep ahead of army bullets. Get them up. Go. Come on, Silver. Show these horses how to run. We're lost no time in taking up the pursuit. A score of hard-riding men in uniform left the post determined to capture the masked man in the Indian and recover the four horses. Meg had her round up completed and was ready to begin the trip through Grand Pass. Missouri argued. I'd tell your man get to see what's suicide to try it. Why them on recalls even coyotes who ruin your herd completely? Ain't no choice, Missouri. You got your shooting eyes ready. I sure have. Well, as soon as I get my gun built in place, we'll set out. You men... Ain't no need to point a wing ride until we're through Grand Pass. All we've got to do is stop the herd and ride behind the critters. Pass it to an arrow and let them spread. Most stubborn woman I ever see. Well, if you've got to go, let's get started. It's just about sundown. All right, boys. Wait, Meg. Look what's coming through the pass. Hey, look at them horses traveling. Leaping you about six of them. And four of them. Oh, that's over. The soldiers are after us. The whole army? They'll get the horses when they get here. As soon as they arrive in the valley, start your cattle through the pass. Tonto and I leave the horses and break for the hills. But I don't save them. The army coming here? You crowd the pass with your cattle. The troop can't get by. You'll have 20 soldiers ready to wipe out anyone who's trying to travel from the hills. But they can't see them. When the troops arrived, they realized it was useless to follow the masked man into the hills and contended themselves with reclaiming their horses. The staying mag followed orders. And shortly after sunset, Morton and his men saw the herd coming toward the pass. There comes the lazy jay stock. Ah, the boys are like Morton. It's good they started tonight. I thought they would. It's best to get through the pass before dark and make the open plains by night when they ain't so hot. I'll pass the word to the boys to get ready to fire and stampede their herd. Wait, huh? Troops, the cavalry. There's the men we saw right in. Right, right behind the lazy jay outfit. Which we can't open fire now. Hey, Lord, those soldiers, I don't fire now. I don't take the risk on your not for any money. Pass the word to the others. Tell us it's time. I give back what you pay. No fight, soldier. All right. Who's asking you to fight the soldiers? Come on. Let's see if yours ain't working out. Shut up. I can see, can I? Me and the rest won't shoot down army, man. How'd that woman get the troops to guard a cattle? She didn't. Blast it all. It's just that mass clan. He done it. He took them horses into the valley and the soldiers chased them. Now the troops are trying to get out. Then they got to stay behind that herd. Boss, that ain't the worst of it. What? She knows you double crossed her. Meg? Yeah, she'll get to the cattle cars. Taman starts to train east and your stock won't be aboard. What's the matter, Morton? You're covered. Don't draw. The mass clan? Where'd you come from? I just drove up from behind to watch from your point of view. My Mustang, Meg takes her cattle to the cars that are waiting. My cattle cars. Cars for the first cattle that get there. Too bad you wasted your time with Meg's affairs instead of attending to your own business. You done this just came my bullshit. Blast it. He got away. If only we had that ombre on our side. But dog got it. We ain't. The feature of the car is incorporated.