 Hail, Silver Horse! A merry horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust and a hearty hail, Silver! The lone Ranger! With his faithful Indian companion, Tonto, the masked rider of the plains led the fight for law and order in the early western United States. The stories of his strength and courage, his daring and resourcefulness have come down to us through the generations, and 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 and the thundering hoofbeats of the great horse Silver, the lone Ranger rides again! Come on, Silver! Let's go big fellow! Hail, Silver Horse! It's almost sundown when the lone Ranger and Tonto reach Sun Canyon on their way to Kingsville. As they urged their mounts along the hard-packed trail, they were startled by the sharp and echoing crack of a rifle shot. Oh, Silver Horse! Whoa, whoa, easy! Oh, fellow, oh! What direction does that shot come from, fellow? Could you tell? Ah, hit brush over by river. Yes, I think you're right. That may have been. No, listen. Somebody ride plenty fast. We trail them? No, not yet. The first thing we'll do is look, go horse with an empty saddle, breaking through that brush. Come on, Silver, get him up! Scout! Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! Oh, scout, oh, fellow! Steady, big fellow. It's a buckskin mare, Tonto, and I've seen her someplace before. I think it was... Hear that? Somebody on the other side of this brush? Come on. There, man. Look like him hurt bad. Yes, it's... Now I know who that mare belongs to. Tom Classon. And this is Tom. Easy now. I'll help you, fella. Hello. Who shot you, Tom? I was... ...very... ...ghost. Oh, for sure. Who did it? Easy, easy, Tom. You've got a nasty wound in your side and here. Yeah. And I know what it means. Give me your hand because you've taught a... Thanks. I'll make a bandage for that. No. Not enough time. I got to tell you... What is it, Tom? The thing. You fined me. I was on my way to find you. I got a letter from Milo Brent three days ago. Thought I was heading for Kingsville. Milo sent me to meet you. I'm his... ...deputy. Is Sheriff Brent in trouble? Plenty. The whole town's in trouble. Where's the sheriff now? Flat on his back. More Jared's boarding house. They... They got him first. Does he know who did it? The sheriff's up against a gang of killers. I can't understand why he sent you out of town to... Go tell him. Get there some way. He'll explain. You see, Milo Brent's not sheriff at Kingsville anymore. I... I'm not really as dead as he is. Easy, Tom. I'm glad I found you before they took my star away. It's... ...spin right here. You... You take it. Yes. I'll take care of your star, Tom. At least... ...I'm leaving the real law. He's dead, Tom. Ah. It's murder. I'm going to find out who did it. It's the last thing I ever do. You bring Tom's body into town, Tom. I'm going on ahead. Here's the letter. Why didn't you say Loman Brent's not sheriff anymore? I don't know, Tom. That's why I'm heading straight for Lord Jarrett's boarding house. Steady, big fella. You follow as soon as you can. Come on, Silver. I've come to see Sheriff Brent, and I'd like... If you think that's gonna fool me, Kruger, you better have another look. My name's not Kruger, and I want to see Sheriff Brent. Where is he? Upstairs, sick. Too sick to pull over with any free boot now. Ah, he's sent for me. Please take me to him. No. Ain't letting any strangers bother Milo when he's stoppaging towards those stairs and put up your hands. Very well. Now, why don't you turn me over to the sheriff? At least ask his advice. Oh, that ain't such a bad idea. Keep reaching and march upstairs. Remember, I'm right behind you with a double-barred shotgun. Good. March. Very well. That door on the right ain't locked. Open it. All right. Hello, Sheriff. This masked barman pushed his way into the house. Like it's not he's one of Kruger's men, but... No, Norma. He's a friend of mine. I wrote him a letter, asked him to come and see me. May I put my hands down now? Sure. Law made a mistake, that's all. How about it, Mrs. Jared? I'm still under your gun sights. Well, I guess it's all right with the sheriff vouchers for you. Thanks. But keep on watching that front door, Norma. No telling when Kruger will try another shenanigan. Don't worry. Nobody else will get by me. Come on over here by the bed. Sure. Can't move around much in it. So, Tom met you on your way into town. Yes, Tom met us. So rather, not until I met him. I recognized his buckskin man. Yep, he's still right. And I promised him I'd bring this directly to you. What? Well, that's his deputy style. Tom's badge. Tom, Tom Classen is dead, chef. No. Shot. Ambushed about 30 minutes ago on the Sun Canyon Trail. How did you... I heard the shot, but we didn't see the killers. Tom was pretty far gone when we reached him. So they got Tom. Must have figured he was going for help, but they wouldn't have... Who? Who are they? Steve Kruger, Kase Martin, or any of that paschal of gunslingers they've got working for them. Tom tried to tell me something about it, Oh, uh, who's Kruger? A lawyer here in town, and a loan shark. Most every rancher in the valley owes him money. Kase Martin's a gambler at the Bull's Head Saloon. And you're sure they're responsible for Tom's murder? Just as sure as I am that they're the ones who threw this load of buckshot into my back. Well, why not order one of your deputies to arrest them? I can. I'm not the sheriff of Kingsville anymore. Oh, who is? Steve Kruger. But I don't understand. When I wrote you that letter the first of the week, now it's too late. Tell me about it. Well, yesterday afternoon, that loud talking Kruger comes stompin' into my office. I wanna see you, sheriff. You ain't blind, and I'm sittin' right here. Hey, man, got a job for you. A due process of the law. Order from the court. Talk, Sands. What is it you want? Er, just a routine matter. Part of your official duty. Yeah. Er, may I put on my specs? Let's see. What? Well, this is an eviction notice. Order for Bill Whitehead to vacate his ranch. That's right. Whitehead hasn't paid the loan. I made him last year. I'm foreclosin'. He hasn't paid, you say? How could he? The dry spell parched all his grave. I'm not responsible for the weather. Oh, no. But you sure take advantage of it. I won't serve this paper. I'm too busy. Send one of your deputies. Tom Clashin's the only man I've got. He's busy, too. Well, you can't thank yourself. What's that? Er, nothing's here. Turn to think of it. Maybe I've been a little hasty in this matter. Naturally, if both you and your deputies are busy, I can't expect you to... I have a suggestion. Yeah? Strictly with my legal rights, and you can avoid an unpleasant situation. Er, deputize me. And I'll serve my own eviction notice. Er, that's the kind of a job you're fit for, Kruger. Stealing everything Bill Whitehead's worked to build for the last ten years. I demand a disnotice be served now. It's a loss. All right, skin flinch. You can do it yourself. Here's a badge. You're a deputy sheriff. Just long enough to do your dirty work. Thanks, Sheriff. Made your biggest mistake. I found it out. According to law, an elected sheriff is unable to perform his duties for any reason. Any legally sworn deputy may assume the office of sheriff. That's what happened. Kruger never showed up after he came back from Whitehead's place. And last night, just as I was closing the office... There he is. Yeah. Who is it? I can't see. Oh! Oh! There he is! I'm there! Come on! Get in there! No crowd up there. Somebody go for a doctor. What happened, Steve? Did you see him? He was shot. I'll take charge of everything now. In the name of the law. What do you mean by that? I was deputized this afternoon. Here's my start. I'll take over the sheriff's job until we find out how bad Brenda's hurt. Where are we going? And to prevent any more accidents like this, I'm making a new law in Kingsville. What is it? From now on, there'll be no more guns warned in this town. I'll give all of you until tomorrow morning to turn him in here at my office. I heard it's a nervy scheme, but never one that could equal this. Cougar's got the town under his thumb. The worst part is, I guess it's legal. You're lucky to be alive, Sheriff. Not much I can do flat on my back here. Yes, that is. What? Swear me into acting your place. Swear you... What about Cougar? The law doesn't limit the number of your deputies. But suppose that side... Let me worry about that. May I wear the star that belonged to Tom Classen? Sure. Sure you can. Lean over here. I'll pin it on you. There. Now raise your right hand. All right, Sheriff. You solemnly swear to uphold and enforce the laws of King County in the town of Kingsville? I do. Then I deputize you to serve as an officer of the law. Thanks. Now what? First, I'm going to discover the reason. Say, there's a big ruckus going on down the street right in front of the jail. Who is it? Can't tell from here, and I don't want to leave the place. Looks like there's a commotion about an engine right in the paint hole. Hello. I'll see you later, Sheriff. Now what's that tied on the side of that buckskin mare? I don't know. Looks like... Here. It's Tom Classen. Ah, first mile, old Brent. Now Tom and I don't know... Let's get bushwhacker up. Get the dirt engine. You're under arrest for murder. No. Me not kill young color. Me find them on trail. I won't help. I said you're under arrest. Get off that horse and hand over your shooting lions. Nobody but the law carries guns in this town. No, countenant do it while you sneakin' red devil out. I'll do that if I were you. Man, get out of there. I'll do it, Tom. Case! Go down on both these long riders. Keep them under your gun sight. Don't worry. I'll blast the first one to make the move. And if you walk one step closer to that Indian, you'll wish your gun had never cleared leather. The curtain falls on the first act of our Lone Ranger story. Before the next exciting scenes, please for minister pause for just a few moments. To continue our story, the Lone Rangers' quiet warning caused Steve Krueger and Case Martin to hesitate. Then the renegade lawyer realized that his reputation as a sheriff hung in the balance. He decided to bluff it out. That red-skinned pawn of yours killed Tom Classen, a deputy sheriff. He's under arrest. He didn't kill Classen. And do you know it? He didn't cover Case. I'll get the engine's guns first. Right. Remember, I warned you. No, I'm going to... No, you don't. Do you see that? Shut the gun right out of Steve's hand. You dirty coyote! He killed Case Martin in the arm. I don't know. I think someone here in the crowd will be good enough to look after Tom Classen's body. We've got work to do. Come on, silver. Get him up to the sky. What's the matter with you, Lone Prince? Those men are outlaws. Gun them down. You'll forget to something, Major Krueger. Yeah, the murderer now. Who got in a lucky shot? You creased my arm. Now what's the matter with all of you? Well, how could we do any shooting? You and Case Martin have got the only two guns in town, and they're laying right there on the ground. While the Lone Ranger in town rode from town at a fast pace, knowing that they need not fear pursuit since none of the townsmen had guns. After riding toward the hills for a short time, the Lone Ranger led the way so that the two men circled back toward the town they'd just left. Suddenly, he called a hawk. Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho. Why, we stopped so close to town. Because I'm going back tunnel, steady big fella. But first, I want you to help me with the disguise. Ah, me help. I may have to use this deputy's badge, I'm wearing. There'd be less trouble without the mask. Ah, me wait here. Just long enough to make sure no one leaves Kingsville before I get there. I'll circle and come in from the south. If you should spot anyone, trail them. But regardless of what happens, meet me in front of Margeret's boarding house in about two hours. Ah, ready now, put on disguise. Yes, let's get it done as quick as we can. It was less than an hour later, when Tonto, waiting patiently beside the main trail in Kingsville, heard the echo of approaching hoofbeats. Following the Lone Ranger's instructions, it was only a few seconds before he was in the saddle and on the trail. Get him up scout! Trailing a horseman and keeping the fact a secret, it was not a new experience for Tonto. It was an art in which he excelled. The unknown rider reigned his horse to a halt beside sandstone cliffs overlooking a dry riverbed. Then he cut through thick underbrush until he reached the mouth of a small cave. And all the while, he was followed closely by an Indian who moved with the soundless silence of a shadow. Fred, Lifty. Over here. Where you been, Steve? Me and Red don't caught much of the idea of waiting till you get good and ready to... Stop, Beefon. I had some trouble in town. I got here as soon as I could. How about that deal for the payload coming in on the stage? Is it all set? Yeah. But don't hold it up out here. Follow the stage into town and wait till after the goals delivered to the bank. You mean you want the bank to sign for it first? That's right. Ain't you getting kind of choosy? What difference does it make who we hold up? Plenty. The old and the coaches in their hands are Wells Fargo. They're tough to monkey with. Banks are tough, too. Not this one. You won't have any trouble. I hope not. Here I ought to know. I'm the sheriff of Kingsville. Yeah, but Red and me are doing the job. How can you miss? There is no loose gun in the whole town. Case and I corralled every one of them. Case? What's Case Martin got to do with it? I made him my deputy. Too high binders rod in the law in Kingsville. How'd you ever put that one over? I never mind. We did it. Now, you two hombres do your part. All right, Sheriff. We understand. In the meantime, the Lone Ranger, disguised as an ordinary cow puncher, walked into the Bull's Head Cafe. What are you drinking, cowboy? Nothing, I'm looking for Case Martin. Yeah? Is Case looking for you? Maybe. I didn't catch your name. What is it? I didn't mention it. Where's Martin? Listen, Case Martin don't see just any hombres. He'll see me or... Hey, put that cutter away. Don't you know it's against the law to pack a gun in this town? And it's probably against the law to shoot bartenders, but I'll do it. I... I'll... Follow me. Sure. Case, I... How many times have I told you... All right, bartender. I'll handle this. Listen, cowpoke, you can't come in here. Sit down. Busting in here with a gun. I'm a deputy sheriff. You're under arrest. No, you're wrong, Martin. I'm the one who's making me arrest. You're local. See this badge? It says Deputy Sheriff King County. My little Brent gave it to me this afternoon. Brent's not sheriff. Steve Kruger's a law here. That's what he thinks. And suppose you are a tin-star deputy. My badge means just as much as yours. Even more, because the law's on my side. I want to know why you and Steve Kruger shot Sheriff Brent, killed Tom Klasson. Why, you nosy cowpoke! I... Better not go for that gun. I can shoot first. And I will. All right. You've got a cold drop. What do you want? First? Where's Steve Kruger? How do I know? You're so smart, you ought to know the answer. He's all set, he looked in red. He'll meet the staging. And what's this? Why has we... We've been waiting for you, Kruger. Hey, so who is this? You go cow puncher. Walked in, pulled the gun in. Thanks. Thanks for reminding me. Ah, just lay your guns on the table, both of you. And listen, I won't play. I said lay them on the table. All right. Good. Now the three of us are going for a walk. You have to push that gun so close to me. Knock on the door. This is my Jared's boarding house. That old lady's a maniac. She might do... Knock! All right, Mrs. Jared. Neither of these men is armed. They won't cause any trouble. Who are you? They want to turn their law badges back to Sheriff Brent. Say, your voice is kind of familiar. Haven't I seen... Who I am isn't important. Now, you have a gun. Would you keep Kruger and Martin covered? Take them upstairs to the sheriff? Now you're talking sense, stranger. Get moving, you scoundrel. Good. I'll be back in a few minutes. Yes, Tutto? Let me see you bring Krug from Saloon. Yes, but I still don't know why they... Meet Paul Krugerfeller. Him right out of town. Go to cave by river. What's that? You mean before I saw him at the bull's head? Ah. Here'll make talk to two other Krug. Call him Red and Lefty. Red and Lefty? Kruger mentioned those names when he came in... Here'll say, follow stage. Hold a bank after stage. Bring gold. So that's the reason for taking over the law in Kingsville to cover a bank robbery. Ah. When, Tutto, do you know? Plenty soon. The stage come in tonight. There's no time to lose. Come on. Where are Silver and Scout? Me leave them. Other side of trees. Let's hurry. Hey, the stage driver left his strongbox sitting here on the walk. Couple of you gents help me carry it into the bank. Hold it! Hold it! Never mind. We'll save you the trouble. We're taking that box, boys. Great! All of it! Hold up! Not a gun in the whole crowd. Where's the sheriff? Yeah, where's the sheriff? Shut up! Come on, Red. Keep these yokels covered while I shoot the lock off this thing. Yeah. Oh, Silver. What's that? It's that master. And the injured. Same ones who were here this afternoon. Drop those guns. That's what you think. Got him, Red! I'll put up your hands, both of you. Jumpin' to your husband. Did you ever see such shooting? Say, stranger, I know the show we're in a lawman's badge. Are you a sheriff or a marshal? No, neither one. I'm just Milo Brent's deputy temporarily. Where are you taking these vermin? To the sheriff at Margeret's boarding house. I got moving, you two. Ain't you here, man? He's headin' for more jurors, please. Let's trade a loan. Come on! Come on! Come on! Ah, Sheriff. The other two parts of Kruger's plan. Well, I'll be doggone. Man, who are they? Just two men who tried to steal a gold shipment after Kruger admitted they're legal for anyone else to carry a gun in Kingville. Oh, that was it. Yes. And you can appoint a deputy to take them to jail. Sure. Sure I can. So, Sheriff, I'd like that job if it's open. Do you accept it? Oh, where's Kruger and Case Martin? I've got the vermin's hog tie down the cellar. I didn't see it, but Ma must have used a little persuasion on those gents. I used planning. Is that right? She got them both to sign a confession in black and white. He got it right here. Let me see. Case Martin admits he killed Tom Classen on orders from Kruger. Good. And my job is done. Oh, here's the deputy's badge, Sheriff. Been a privilege to work. Privilege for you? Say, Kingsville owes you a debt it can never pay off. No, Kingsville owes me nothing. As long as the law's an honest hands, like yours. Want huddle? Adios, Sheriff. I've seen a lot of things in my time, but I never saw an outlaw wearing a law badge before. Who is he, Milo? A real lawman, with or without a badge. He's the Lone Ranger. Don't do that, Milo. Don't do that, Milo. Or you have just heard, is a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporate.