 horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hearty high old silver, the Lone Ranger. Faithful Indian companion, Tonto, the masked rider of the planes fought crime and criminal throughout the early western United States. No one could match his courage, his strength, or the quickness of his draw. But it was his resourcefulness and daring that made him the greatest champion of justice the frontier ever knew. Return with us now to those thrilling days when the West was young, from out of the past on the thundering hoof beats to the great horse Silver, the Lone Ranger rides again. Two young men, concealed from the main buildings of the Circle K Ranch by a deserted bunkhouse, fought toe to toe. Desperation and bitter hatred could be seen in their faces. Each was badly marked. Each was close to the borderline of exhaustion, but neither would quit. Finally, the younger the two, thrown off his balance by a blow that missed its target, clutched at his opponents and both went tumbling to the ground. A quick move when the holster of the younger was empty. The elder on one knee aimed at the boy with his own weapon. My gun! My gun! I'm going to finish you now, Mort. You're four-way beating you. I've hated you for as long as I can remember. You've all stood in my way. Now it's your finish. Your finish, Blaster. Murder and skunk. Take it off my hand. Who did that? You've got that gun before I grab it again. Close the door. Oh, don't go too fast. Now let's give him... More isn't hurt. Watch out for him. He's dirty. Come on, your feet, Mort. Let me go. You should be a horse wet. You're right, you fellas. Come from... Now don't I watch the whole thing from behind those trees? As long as it remained a fair fight, we didn't intend to win the fair. When Mort tried to turn it into murder, it was time to take a hand. He'd have killed me all right. He's always wanted to. And someday I will. Someday I'll fix her for good. There it'll be by sneaking up behind my back. There you go. Stay low. Let go, I tell you. Let go. Let me get my hands on it. You'll do nothing. Watch out. It can spawn more. What's going on back here? Bill, Mort, you better fight me again. Come on, son of a bitch. Get him on the ground. Come on, Silver. Come on. Hey, wait. What are they doing here? They took Bill aside when he tried to shoot me. What? Look there on the ground. I reckon you know Bill's gun when you see it. He was going to drill me. That's a dog-gone lie. You grab my shit. Quiet! My, you two poor boys are aside. Let me get some warm water. Sarah, that can wait. But these four boys... There's something more important to settle first. Bill, I reckon it's just about finishing things. Oh, but don't interrupt when I'm talking. I had hoped she'd straighten up. Try to be big enough to forget being jealous of Mort. There you've proved you won't. Of course, you are my real son, and Mort's just adopted. You've counted on your mom and me to back you up when you picked fights with him. We tried never to favor one over the other. You wouldn't have it that way. You acted like you wanted to drive Mort clean off the place. That ain't so. So from now on, you ain't no son. You ain't no son of mine at all. You could back up and get. Jed, no. You don't know what you're doing. Don't meddle, Sarah. I never picked a fight. It was Mort. I was never jealous of him a day in my life. It was always him that's been jealous of me. He's been scared that because he's adopted, he won't get his full share in the rain. Silence! I won't keep still. Mort's scheming to done this. I've never liked him, but I've never been afraid to say so, neither. But Mort, he's hung around you all mealy miles telling you all the time how he'd like to be friends with me and all the time hating me worse than a rattler. No, you know that ain't true, Bill. Sharks, I never had nothing against you. There's nothing I'd rather have done than been friends with you. Friends? Well, before they got here, you was telling me how you'd always hated me. Friends, when you jumped me back here without warning, would have drilled me if the masked man hadn't. Drill? Well, is that your gun? Yeah, Pa. You was wearing it. Now, wait a minute. Just answer me. I don't want no alibis. You're always wearing it. Then that settles it. Get your duds and go. Very well. Yeah, it's Bill you're saying this to. It's our boy. Judge, you can't do... Come on, Sarah. There's nothing more needs to be said. So you got your way at last. You made the scheming work. You heard what your pa said. Pack and get. I'm going. I'm going so far I'll never hear the circle K again. But the country ain't so big that maybe someday our trails won't cross. And when they do, Mort, watch out. Bill Graves packed a few necessities he chose to take with him. Saddle his favorite horse and set out on the trail. He had traveled only a few miles, however, when... Hello, Bill. What? Oh, it's a masked man again. Oh, boy, whoa, whoa. Contando. Oh, what do you feel? When we rode away, Bill, we didn't ride out of view. And it was pretty obvious what was happening. Your father blamed you for that fight, didn't he? It ain't the half of it. He told me to get out besides. Yes. So, well, I'm getting. I see. Where do you plan to go? I don't know. Don't matter much up north, maybe my own. Somewhere's up that way. Don't be a fool. Huh? Don't go where your parents can't get in touch with you again. I figured a right more occasional, but you know, Paul's done with me. I reckon he won't care much where I go. Bill, I think I understand the situation better than you do. You see, Tonneau and I have been in this section for some time. We've heard the talk. Well, there's been talking of. Yes, but the people hereabouts are on your side. Not many of them have much use for Mort. They've had him sized up for quite a while. Funny, Paul couldn't see what was playing to everybody else then. It's natural that he wouldn't. Mort always took care to be on his good behavior in the presence of your folks. Don't make the mistake of condemning your father for his mistake. But he never did care for me. It was always Mort he listened to whenever we had an argument. It was always Mort's side of the story he believed. Anything I said, he just passed over. Which had proved to you before anything else that your father thought more of you. How do you figure that? Your father's an honest man. Is the reputation of being as impartially fair in all his dealings as it's possible to be. Well, then why did he go? Your father must have been aware that because you were his real son and Mort adopted, he'd be tempted to favor you. Never has. I know. Because in his effort to be fair to Mort, he went too far the other way and didn't realize it. He treated you just as a judge might. If his own son appeared before him as a party in a lawsuit. If he were honorable, the judge would be especially severe with his son. Just to prove he wasn't playing favorites. I mean that you should stay in the district. Sooner or later, your father will learn the truth about Mort. And when he does, he'll need you. Gosh, I never thought of it quite like that before. Then it's time you did. Seems funny. You will mask man lecturing me like this. Forget my mask. Will you take my advice? Stranger? I will because this is the straightest talk I've heard and quite some spell. Good. But I'd have done it anyhow. Back there by the bunkhouse, when you shot the gun out of Mort's hand, you're just the same as saved my life. Now where do you plan to go? To the cross jay down the trail of peace and get me a job. When Mort finds I'm still around, he ain't gonna like it. And that'll suit me just fine. Adios. Ah, adios. Get up, get up there. Come on, get up. Hmm, good color. And he'll get justice fellow before we leave this district. Ah. Come on, Silver. Get him upstairs. Silver, how are you? On the evening of the following day, just outside the Circle K ranch house, it looks like they're just about finished. Stand back, you fool. You want them to see you through the window? They can't see out. He's just the same. I don't want Judd to guess I was primed. Uh-huh. I think Judd's calling to share. He's making motions like it. I don't know what he likely means. They've got to have witnesses. Rizos, get over by the porch. You're gonna be one of them and you're gonna find out what's in that wheel. That you, Mort? Yeah. You find out what I sent. I've seen the whole thing. If Judd dies, a hosher bang is hers to use. But she's got to keep it in trust for you. Then after her, they outfit yours. Bill won't mention it? Cut off clean. Yeah. If Judd dies, come on, Rizos. We're going where we can't be heard. Next morning. Ah. That was a mighty fine breakfast, sir. There's a man good to start off the day with some solid grub under his belt. Where's Mort? He up yet? Mort up yet, sir? Sarah? Well? Did you hear me? I heard you. I heard you. What's up with that kid? I'm watching. Well, if you heard me, why didn't you answer? I reckon you know how I feel. Oh, now look, honey, Mort. You figured you could get that lawyer fell out here last night and me not know why? Judd, you changed your will. And don't try to tell me different. I did. You left Bill out of it. I did. You fixed it so as everything and go to Mort. I did. I did, I did, I did. You're talking just like a parrot. Judd, how can you stand there and admit you done such a thing to your own son and never have the grace to blush for it? We won't discuss it. No, you won't discuss it because you know full well you're in the wrong. Ah. Oh, Judd. Judd, you're as blind as a newborn calf. You're just like me. You think as much of Bill as I do, only only you've made up your mind to be stubborn and you won't change it. You're going to carry on like this or I'll have to tell you never to mention Bill's name in this house. When Mort gets up, tell him I warned him just as soon as he's had his breakfast. Judd, wait. Judd, you don't know what you're doing. That judge just went out. He was. Sit down, eat. Your face all laid out for you. When you're finished, Judd wants you. Yeah? What for? To help him fix the windmill, I suppose. And you heard him say last night there was some work to be done on it. Oh, yeah. I forgot. Wants coffee? Mm-hmm. Hold out your cup. Sure. That'll be enough, thanks. What's up? Well, I don't know. Men are all running for the windmill. All right. I can't see. It's a judge. Something's happened to Judd. What happened, ladies? Judd! Judd! He's just laying there. He's mighty bad. I'll let him prove. Stand back. Don't come too close. Somebody do something. What happened? What happened? Ma'am, I don't really know. Dusty there, seen it. Judd was near the top of the windmill and all of a sudden he fell. One of the wrongs must have been lose. No, I am. Oh, oh, Judd. Judd! First act of our Lone Ranger drama. Before the next exciting scenes, please permit us to pause for just a few moments.