 A fiery horse with the speed of light, a cloud of dust and a hearty high old silver, a lone ranger. With his faithful Indian companion Tato, the daring and resourceful masked rider of the planes 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 all of the past come the thundering hoofbeats of the Great Horse Silver. The lone ranger rides again. Handbills have been distributed in almost every town and tacked on trees and fence posts throughout the cattle country. To announce the fact, the Cimarron Kid was wanted by the law for countless cattle robberies. The kid was said to be the boldest, the most elusive cattle thief in the entire southwest. Straight up the canyon, right? Tom Kent was the latest victim of the Cimarron Kid and his gang. A number of Kent's heavy steers were driven through a cut wire fence and into a canyon. Yeah, it was an easy job, eh, kid? Kent didn't even have a line-rider to appear with. It'll teach Kent a lesson. After this, maybe he'll hire more cowhands. You taking the steers up north? Not yet. Some other rangers in this vicinity with plenty of livestock. We'll build up a sizable herd before we head north. Tom Kent was a neighbor of Clarabel Hornblow. Clarabel and her top hand, Thunder Martin, had long been friends of the lone ranger and tonto. Thunder! Thunder Martin, where you at? Thunder! I ain't got bacon to do on an east firewood. And when you get done with that wood pile, I want you to lend Josh Simmons a hand. And hurry, he's in the house waiting. Josh Simmons? You mean I gotta help that soundbusters? He needs a strong man to drive some fence posts. He driving fence posts for a nasty? Why, Dad, ratted Clarabel for a cattleman? That's downright undignified. And that'll do, Thunder. Josh wants to fix up his farm. Farm? His country's getting cluttered up with masters. I like Simmons and his daughter Susan. Ah, but, Clarabel, you're a cowman. You've got to stick with the other self-respecting rangers and help the masters out. Why, why? We got company, Thunder. Let him raise. What? Well, of all things, I'm over a ranger and tonto. Well, welcome to the flying age and how entire nation are the two we had. Good thanks, Maribel. Oh, welcome is right. I'm glad to see you. Where'd you leave your horses? In the corral on the other side of the house. Good, good. I hope you ain't stay dispelled. Well, long enough to wash up and have a meal if you'll let us off. If a lecture was hates alive, go on into the house and make yourselves at home. I'll show you where the water's at. You stay here. You got work to do. But we got company. Also, we got a stack of wood. And there's the axe to turn it into kindle. We'll be inside. Come along. How do you get to work, Thunder? Well, what are you waiting for? Hey, Maribel, look where I'm looking. We got more company. I'm Kent and Liam Barton. And with one guess, I can tell you why they're coming here. So can I. Daveyfield, the same as you do about the Nestor. The same as every cattleman. Hello there, Kent. How are you, Barton? How do you get around? This isn't a social call, Miss Hornblow. We came to tell you to get rid of that Nestor to settle next to your reign. I told you before, Clarabel, to get rid of him. This time we're here to tell you to get rid of a cattle thief. Who are you calling a cattle thief? That Nestor you let settle. Josh Simmons. Cattle thief, my arse! My line fence was cut and some of my prize stock moved away. Why don't you look around that little Simmons farm before you throw out wild accusations? Why, Simmons couldn't hide a gopher. Now, where do you think he'd hide a lot of rustle cattle? There's lots of hiding places in the hills around here. Look here. Look on that post, Kent. It's a handbill. Tell him of the Simeron kid. How likely he's the one who stole your cattle? Whatever happens around here will be blamed on the Simeron kid. But Simmons is the one I suspect. Things happen every time a Nestor is allowed to settle in a place. This is the last warning, Miss Hornblow. You make that Nestor clear out. What if it don't? All the ranches are on my side. We're holding you responsible for anything that happens now. If one more longhorn disappears, we're driving out both you and Simmons. Come on, man. Hey, Dad. Hold it. Give them Chuck Hatch, got notions of driving you up in the client age. They'll have to deal with me. And I'm a hard man to move. Mighty hard to move thunder. I'll vouch for that. I'll get to that wood chopping. And when it's done, there's Simmons' post to be drove. Now, hurry up, because Simmons is waiting. Hey, the Lone Ranger and Tonto went into the house. What of it? Why, Simmons will jump clear out of his boots when he sees a mask man. Well, they're probably acquainted by this time. I'll go in and make sure. Both Thunder Martin and Clarabel had talked at length about their friends, the Lone Ranger and Tonto. So Joshua Simmons knew who they were as soon as the mask man and the Indian entered the house. He introduced himself. And by the time Clarabel came in, Simmons had told about settling on Homestead land. I'll just leave the back door open so I'll know if Thunder stops his wood cutting. Now, have you gents got acquainted? Yes, Clarabel. Mr. Hormlow, we heard what went on outside. You mean Tanton Barton? Yes. They sounded as if they meant business. If no doubt of that. Would they really drive you off in your own land? I don't think so, if there's any more cattle stealing. But there may be a smidge along the towns and villages, but it don't spread far. In an ancient country like this, men have to make their own laws. Well, I'd rather leave than to get you into trouble, Miss Hormlow. Simmons, the range is being broken up into farmland. The government owns the property. And the government gave you permission to settle on it. In time, you will own it. If you've got the courage to stay. And the cattlemen are dead set against homesteaders. The cattlemen must change. Ain't no dog on well, you're not a cattle thief. They're just using that as an excuse to drive you out. If we could just find the critter who stole Tom Kent's cattle. I think I know who he is. Who? You've seen handles on him. He's called the Cimarron kids. Is he near here? He's not far away. I don't know, I've been following his trail for a long time. Here's your answer. Like I said, it's the Cimarron kids gang that stole Tom's cattle. Plenty hiding place near here. The hills to the north are honeycomb with canyons and pockets. A lot of cattle could be hidden there. If you could trail the kids gang, why? It isn't hard to trail him. Plenty lawmen trail Cimarron kids. And why can't they get him? Because he keeps lookouts posted. If a small group gets close, he sets an ambush. And kill Plenty lawmen. Dirty dry gulcher. If he sees a large posse coming, he splits his gang. He crooks fan out in all directions. Well, couldn't the law run down some of the gang? Some have been captured, Joshua. But the kid has always gotten away. He's dead right at he's got to be tracked. Now more than ever, Clarabel. We can get a lot of help for you. A lot of help? Thunder can line up the cowhands from the other ranches. No, Clarabel. I can handle a gun. I am going alone. Alone? Yes. Many people who see my mask think I'm an outlaw. The kid might make the same mistake. I want to borrow as much of your cattle as I can drive into the hills. You aim to pose as a wrestler? In a small way. If I can join the Cimarron kid, I'll try to lead him into a trap. But if the kid doesn't mistake you for an outlaw, you'll be killed. Life in the West is filled with danger. It's our job to make the country safe for future generations. You're sure doing your job. That's all I got to say. You take all the cattle you need. Oh, King of Saby. Maybe better me go too. Me help follow trail. I can follow the trail alone, Potter. You'd better stay here. You and lots of other men will be needed to meet the Cimarron kid and his gang when they come. Wait. I don't hear no chopping. I've got to go tell Thunder to stop resting. Please ask him to come in, Clarabel. I'll outline my plan. The lone ranger outlined a plan. Then, Thunder Martin and the nester rode away to enlist a few friends to fight the outlaw gang. Tonto helped the mask man cut on a number of the flying H longhorns. The Indian returned to the house after the mask man was started with a borrowed cattle toward the hill. It was slow work following the trail of the Cimarron kid and his gang, and it took until dusk for the lone ranger to reach the foothills. He camped for the night and proceeded after daybreak the following morning. After several hours of driving the cattle higher and higher into the mountains, he was suddenly stopped by two men who stepped from behind a rock. Hold it, mister. Hold it, boy. Hold rifles. Keep your hands in sight. Get off that horse. I'm glad to meet the Cimarron kid in person. How do you know I'm the Cimarron kid? You're well-known. You know me, but I don't know you. Take all that mask. If someone I know will talk, but if you're a stranger, Joe's gun will do the talking. I don't like strangers. Even if I remove the mask, you won't recognize me as anyone you know. A stranger, then, huh? You heard what the Cimarron kid said. You don't like strangers. That goes for me and all the rest of the gang. You want the bullets in front or back. If you choose me, you'll never know why I came looking for you. Why were you looking for me? Because I have some information you can use. Now, this is a brand-only cattle I brought with me. Ah, flying eggs. I brought all I could handle without help. I know of a situation that makes it possible for me to move the entire herd without danger to myself. Yeah? Tell me more. I thought you might like to team up with me. Maybe so. 50-50 on the flying-age cattle? All right. Now tell me how that cattle can be moved without risk. First, I want your word that I may keep my mask on. Afraid to show your face? I don't know these men in your gang. I may have tangled with one or more of them. They recognize me. They might shoot me in the back. You think you can take my word for anything? Yes. Even though the lawmen hate you, they all say that you'll keep a promise. You hear that joke? The lawmen say I can be trusted. Nice of them, huh? Yeah. All right, mister, you can keep the mask for all of me. Now, how can we move that flying-age cattle? Well, here's the situation. You and your gang stole cattle from Tom Kent. I'm not admitting that. I didn't expect you to admit it. Kent and the other ranchers think a nester named Joshua Simmons wrestled a stock. That's good. The ranchers are mad at Simmons, and their mad at Clair Bel Hornblow, who is backing Simmons. They threaten to drive Clair Bel, the nester out of this region. That's interesting. Now, what's it got to do with us taking Hornblow livestock? Livestock isn't guarded. All of Miss Hornblow's men, as well as Joshua Simmons, are at the flying-age ranch house to meet the ranchers who might come to drive them away. Are Kent and the other ranchers going to attack the flying-age? They threaten to. They'd be sure to if they lost more critters and had reason to suspect the nester. I'm working on an idea. We'll take the masked man to the hideout while I think it over. The curtain falls on the first act of our Lone Ranger adventure. Before the next exciting scenes, please permit us to pause for just a few moments. To continue, the Lone Ranger went with the Cimarron kid to the canyon hideout where he saw the rest of the gang and the cattle ever stolen from Tom Kent. He was allowed to keep his mask and guns, but carefully walked so he couldn't leave the camp. He saw the Cimarron kid give whispered instructions to two men who rode away. Hurry back! Where did you send those men? I wanted you to know I wouldn't have whispered to them. I was to be in on it when you went after the flying-age cattle. You'll be in on it if I go after that stock. If? Maybe I don't want it. Maybe I got bigger plans. The Lone Ranger could learn nothing further. He remained in the camp and wondered about the kid's new plans. Meanwhile, a crowd had been assembled in Clair Belhornblow's house. The nester and his daughter were there and all the flying-age ranch hands, also Thunder Martin and the sheriff from the nearby town. It was the lawman who spoke. The Cimarron kid is mighty smart. He won't ride into any trap. If it's a smart man, who set the trap? Yep, and a smart engine who's watching. Where's the engine now? Do you know Thunder? He's north of the ranch. The kid's gang heads were Clair Bel's long horns. Toronto will let us know what part of the range they're aiming at. Then we can ride out and cut them off. Well, there's nothing to lose by waiting here. It'll be a great thing if we do get the Cimarron kid. We've got to. If that coyote steals any more cattle, the ranchers will blame poor Joshua and they'll be here with guns ablaze. Miss Hornblow, it's not fair that you should suffer from... Oh, forget that, Joshua. We're both in this to the finish. Say, by the way, do you leave anyone to watch your place? No. Who could I leave there? Well, I reckon it don't matter. There's no reason for anyone to bother your place. Clair Bel was wrong. Two of the Cimarron kid's gang had gone to the home of the nester on Observe and stolen a heavy wire cutting tool. Oh, there they went to the fence that enclose Lem Barton's ranch. Well, we cut the fence, Jake. Yeah, this is a good place, Sandy. Oh, sit down. I'll make a break right here. A lion rider will find it inside an hour. That does it, Clair. So it's the cutter tool on the ground, let's cure it. Come on. Get out there. With the Cimarron kid when Joe and Jake return to the mountain high notes. Oh, oh, oh. First treat. Everything's taken care of, kid. Every trouble at the nester's house? No. No one was near the place. Why did you send these men to Cimarron's house? To steal something with the nester's name on it. What'd you find, Joe? Wire-cutters. They were an Eastern make. had the name Simmons painted on the handle. I couldn't be better every cut limb Barton's line fence and left the wire cut it on the ground. We spotted a liner out and I'm too far away. He's found the break by this time. Why did you do that? You have to admit my plans are good one mister. You see Barton will have evidence that Simmons cut his fence. He won't wait to see if any cattle's on. You'll get the other ranchers and they'll attack just as they threaten. Boy, let's see. They'll take the men along with them. That'll mean that the big Barton herd and what's left of the Kent herd and all the other longhorns in the vicinity will be left without men to watch. We'll make the biggest clean up you ever heard of. Right now those ranchers should be ready for the attack on the home floor out there. Tell the boys over the end of the saddle and get ready to ride. Hey, boys, get set to travel. Got a big job on here. See here, kid. This is differently agreed. This is my plan, mister, but you'll travel with us. I'm not taking part in the raid on Barton's herd. Oh, yes you are. I'm giving the orders around here. Not to me. Oh, no. Well, I'll... No. I'll get you for that. All right, here's another take-off. Get him. Boys, come here, fast. With the kit down from a sledgehammer blow and Jake and Joe disabled by fast shots, the lone ranger had a scant few seconds to race to silver and leave to the saddle. One, two, three. Around the bend of the canyon before the rest of the gang would come close enough for accurate shooting. Now we're safe, boys. Come on, two, three. At sunset, Claribel and the others in her house were beginning to wonder if something had gone wrong with the Masked Man's plan. Finally, Thunder Marcus said, I can't sit still no longer. I'd go down and try to see if there's any side of thought at all. Yes, the plan wasn't as good as we thought. If I was dead sure the kids' gang would be hidden from my critters by this time... Maybe your mask friend couldn't find the kid. I don't know. I guess... What is it, Thunder? Tadu's coming. He's riding like wildfire. Tadu, come to me, then. We'll all go. Hey, look at him ride. Is there ever see anyone travel faster than that? Say, look what's coming over the hill. He's a horseman. Great day. It must be 20, 30 of them. That's the kid's gang. We've got no chance. They're heading right here instead of my range. You won't come over there. Say, Tadu, who are you coming? Outlaws not come. That has come this way fast. Why them come here? Hey, that's Tom Tent, the lead. Ain't Lame Barton. They said they'd drive us out. The small group in front of the ranch house walks with wonder, but as the ranchers and their cowhands rode close into the house and drew rays... Barton! Kent, what are you two doing here? There's a nester. We warned you, Clare-Belle. Now hold on, gents. I'm the law around here. You're the law sheriff. That's right. And you better get Clare-Belle and that nester out of these parts before you have a lynching on your hands. Now hold on there, Barton. You're talking about my boss, Clare-Belle. My lion fence was cut by that nester, and I got proof. Take a look at this wire cutter. No, no. I didn't do it. Simmons? This cutter has your name on it. It's mine, but it was at my house. That's mine. It was on the ground where my lion fence had been cut. I suppose you figured I'm running off more cattle as soon as it got dark. I've given you just 30 minutes to pack your stuff in a wagon and clear out. And, Clare-Belle, that same goes for you. You'll get me away from here by shooting, but no other way. How about that, boys? Now, gents, now, gents, Sheriff, you keep out of this. You could run the law in town, but we'll handle it here. I'm there, Jim, Jack, all the rest of you. Get inside the house. If these men want a gunfight, they're going to get it. This is your last chance, Clare-Belle. You can't fight all of us off, and you know it. Send that nester away. When I'm holding a shotgun and it's loaded heavy, when one man draws a gun, I let her rip. Hey, look, here come masked friends. Whoa! Hold everything. Wait a minute. Here comes a man who can maybe help us out. The rancher's watched while a masked man raced close and drew rain. Most of them, oh, he's set a big blow. Loan ranger quickly grasped the situation. You, man, all of you, listen to me. The nester was trained by the Cimarron kid. A wire cutter was left near a cut fence for you to all come here. I don't believe it. What kind of a trick is this? It's a Cimarron kid's trick. While you're here, he and his gang are playing to make off with all your cattle. Follow me. You can corral the whole gang. Now, what about you? What about that mask? How do we know you're no crook? The mask man, a crook? But don't be a jughead, Tom Tent. He is the lone ranger. You want to get the Cimarron kid? Follow me. The Cimarron kid and his gang had struck first at Lamb Barton's ranch. They had left no resistance. They heard of the nearest longhorns and drove the cattle through a new cut in the line fence. They were driving in the direction of Tom Kent's ranch to add to the herd. When the kid saw a solitary horseman coming over the hill on his right, it was a familiar figure wearing a mask. There he is, boys. Since the later, a dozen hard-riding men appeared on the ridge following the lone ranger. Ranger, cut to the left. Before the gang could turn to flee, another group of horsemen came charging from the left. Where the hell were they? Between two factions, with a way ahead cut off by stolen cattle, the outlaws had no choice. Though greatly outnumbered, they had to fight. Suddenly, in the midst of the battle, the Cimarron kid broke free and spurred his horse cruel in a desperate dash to escape. The lone ranger saw him and started in pursuit. The Cimarron kid had a lead of 20 yards and two shots remained in his gun. He fired at the pursuing mask man who cut low in the saddle. Full shots missed the mark. The kid jammed his empty gun into the holster and gave all his attention to the effort of urging more strength from his strong horse. Get him off! Silver cut down to the distance quickly. The lone ranger pulled alongside, reached out, and then threw himself at the long-hunted outlaw. I want you! You won't get me alive! Both men hit the ground and rolled, but the lone ranger retained his grip on the Cimarron kid. You tricked me! I'll kill you for that! No, you won't! Here's another! Get up if you want some more. What did you hit me with? A fist. What did it feel like? Come on, kid. I'm tying your hands and taking you back to the law. By the time the lone ranger rejoins the others with his prisoner, the rest of the outlaws have been captured and tied by the sheriff and the ranchers. The mask man spoke to Kent and Barton. Are you men satisfied that Joshua Simmons had nothing to do with the theft of your cattle? Yes, he's in the clear as far as I'm concerned. I couldn't be man enough to admit I was wrong. You coyotes, oh Josh, an apology. The least you can do after all those charges you made is to let the man live here in peace. Well, I reckon it's all right, Flavow. Yes, you can stay, Simmons. You can stay, we won't bother you. Kent, if you and your men will follow me, I'll show you where the longhorns are. You know? Yes, I saw the whole herd. Well, come on, boys. Let's follow him and get back our longhorns. Come on, Philly! Get out! Well, kid, it's time for me to move you and your pals to jail. We will come along and help you watch them, chef. If I hadn't been fooled into thinking that mask man was an outlaw. Kid, you're not as smart as your crack-up to be if you thought that about the mask man. Why, he's the lone ranger. This is a feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated, created by George W. Trenville, produced by Trenville Campbell Enterprises, and directed by Charles D. Livingston. Tonight's drama was written by Fran Stryker. The part of the Lone Ranger is played by Brace Beamer.