 Fiery horse for the speed of light, the cloud of dust, and a hearty hyal silver, the Lone Ranger. With his faithful Indian companion, Tonto, the masked rider of the planes 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 come the thundering hoofbeats of the great horse Silver, the Lone Ranger rides again. Come on, Silver, we're on the trail of outlaws, Hyal Silver! On a flat top boulder overlooking a wagon trail, two figures stood softly silhouetted against a shadowy night sky. The first was a tall man who wore a white hat and a black mask. The second was an Indian dressed in buckskin. Together their eyes peered intently at a stagecoach approaching across the cactus-thatched plain below. The stage is coming now, Tonto. When he reaches the fort, Redney's gang will attack. Then they're ready now. Yes, they've bunched their horses at the rise and have redeemed. Paged near the fort. There goes the gang, Tonto. How many are you? I'll block and hear the guard. Hey, you passengers, keep quiet and you won't get hurt. Guard! Yeah? Toss them gun to yours on the ground, handle first. You won't get away with this, mister. You and the masked hombre use air but haven't seen your way around here too long. Save your tongue and you won't be needing it. And toss them guns on the ground. You waste your time holding up this stage, mister. Ain't nothing on it worth stealing. I heard different. Boys! Waitin', boss. Whatever you say, boss. Take this stuff off. You won't find nothin' them watchers worth. Fresh can jail for mercy. Now, I watch your opinion, I'll ask for it. I'm countin' twelve in your gang, mister. Thirteen countin' the leader, hot. Yeah, thirteen. That's a big outfit to conceal in country as barren as is. Ain't hardly a place in it where you can hide your head. Meaning what? If I was you, I'd move on, pronto. Thirteen's a mighty unlucky number, mister. You're wasting your breath, gents. I ain't superstitious. Yeah? Well, I once knew a wrestler said the same thing. Last time I saw him, he was staring at the sky with a bullet smack between his eyes. It was Friday the 13th. Yeah, you don't scare me. Hurry up them boxes, boys. Listen, last time, boss. Come on, man. Ready, boss. Sling them crates across your sidles and get goin'. Now, whip up them horses, driver, and don't look back. You're gonna have some tall explaining to do to your gang when they open them boxes, mister. Well, in your tongue, you loose, chud old maverick. What about McGon? They're stayin' here. Get up, you cunt! Get along, now! From their place of observation overlooking the trail, the lone ranger and Tonto watched the gang disappear into the murky night as the stage continued down to Pine Creek. Then the masked rider turned his great white stallion toward town. We've seen enough, Tonto. Uh-huh. And what we do now? They're right to Pine Creek. I want to be there when the owner of those boxes learns they were stolen. Come on, Silver. What boxes to do with cattle thieves? I don't know, Tonto. But I have a hunch or some connection. That's why I arranged for the gang to steal them. Maybe this time we find clue to Russell's. I hope so. We've been on their trail for weeks. And then plenty bold, now. Yes. Then, I lost 40 cows last week. And three nights ago, the Bar-Z reported 60 heads, Tonto. Uh-huh. But nobody know where thieves take cattle. That's what we've got to find out, Tonto. I suspect the rustlers have an accomplice in the east. A man who sells the cattle and sends them the cash. That's why you want boxes? Yes. We'll soon find out whether my suspicion was right or not. Come on, Silver. Get him up, scoundrel. Get him up! Early the next day, Pine Creek awakened to news of a stage robbery with mounting anger. Particularly furious was old Pop Frisbee, who owned the harness store. You no count squint-eyed head-scratching horn-toed. Now hold on, Pop. Don't hold on me, Hop-Loggin. Wasn't thunder to the company give you a gun for if it wasn't to you. I'm telling you, there was 13 of them. I don't care if there was 30. You're paid to guard that freight. Instead of that, you just sit there and let a couple of mass critters steal all the new harness I ordered. We told them them boxes wasn't worth stealing, Pop, but they wouldn't listen. Not worth stealing while your war-eyed, sawed-off, slow-witted mothorn. The ranch has been waiting for that harness for weeks. Now they'll cancel their orders. Now star for lack of goods to sell. Not worth stealing, eh? You're twisting my words, Pop. We were just trying to persuade them hombres to leave the boxes where they were. You couldn't persuade a gopher to crawl into its hole. If you'd let me explain. Who's stopping you, you tongue-wagging mud turtle? That's what you come here for, ain't it? Yeah, but you keep talking so I can't get a word in edgewise. Talking, is it? And who's got a better right to talk? Did you expect me to kiss you when you told me all my new harness were stolen? If you'd just shut up, I... Don't tell me to shut up, Hop Larkin. I'd just give you a chance to explain the hold-up and you ain't had a thing to say. My thunder, when I think of you surrendering your guns as meek as a kitten to them thieving pole cats, when you were being paid to deliver my harness, I... I... Dad, burn it, Larkin. If I... I don't think you're in cahoots with them critters. That ain't so. Get out of here, you hammered down half-wit. I ought to take the money for that stock out of your wages. But if you don't get out of my sight, by golly, you won't lift her in them. I'm going. All faster, I'll wrap this horse collar around your fat neck. Hold on now, Bob. That stock, I just spent the whole morning raging. Now I'm mad for sure. Hop! Unless he beat that horse collar to the door by hair. As Hop Larkin hurried out the door of the harness store and down the steps of the street, four men watched from nearby. Two with a lone ranger and tonto concealed by the corner of a building. The remaining two watched from the window of a cafe. Larkin seems anxious to get away from there, Toto. Ah. We go in now? No, not yet. I've noticed two other men waiting for Larkin to leave the store. Let them go first. Where you see them? They're standing at the window of the back room of that cafe. They saw Larkin go in Pop Frisbee's place. Look, they're coming out the door. Oh. Them strangers? Yes. They're taking pains not to attract attention. They look like outlaws. They have the shifty burying of outlaws, Toto. They may be some of the cattle thieves we've been hunting. They may not. In any way, they ought to be well worth listening to. Come on. As the lone ranger and his faithful Indian friend made their way stealthily to the rear of Pop Frisbee's store, the two strangers crossed the street. I still say this is a hog-wild idea. He's calling on Frisbee in plain daylight. With beef and lefty. I told you we ain't got no choice. Boys want their pain, they want it today. We always called at night before. But we can't wait for the night this time. What have we seen? What if we are in a couple of strangers going to harness store without a rousin' suspicion? They ain't taking kindly to strangers in this town ever since the cattle rust on command's days. Good know we was cow thieves. Get a grip on yourself, lefty. You're just the same that don't like it. You don't have to. Just take orders. What do you suppose the stagecoach guard was doing in Frisbee's store? I don't know. It's been some kind of excitement around here all morning. And here we are. Howdy, Pop. You too. What's all the excitement in town this morning? If you didn't know, Ace. What do you mean? You ain't pulling any wood over my eyes, Mr. Ruslan, cows wasn't enough for your slick scheming brain so you connived to steal a gang's pay. The old man must have gone local, Ace. We'll soon find out. Now, you loose churro fool, explain yourself. You mean to say you didn't take it? Take what? The cash. The pay you was expecting. You mean you ain't got it? That's what I've been trying to tell you, you lunkheads. Somebody stuck up the stage and stole all my boxes of new harness. Humplin' horn told. The boy's pay was in them boxes, Ace. So what's that new harness I paid for? Lefty Werner's spot. All the cash was to pay us and the boys off of that last ship and the cattle was in them cases. Yeah, and whittle the boys here about it. If your cash hadn't been in them cases, they wouldn't have been stolen, I'm wagering. You've been shooting your mouth off pretty fast, Pop. How do we know you ain't in on this? Me? Why, you yellow-liffered pole cat? Maybe you made me receive that pay cash from the fella in the east you sell the cattle to, but I ain't never stole nothing of all my born days. See that you don't. I wouldn't have allowed you to conceal the cash in my harness shipments if you hadn't threatened to burn down my store. It showed rare good sense, Pop. Yeah? Well, I ain't shown it no more. That's the last pay cash that's coming to you through me. You don't mean that, Pop. I sure do. If you two don't hightail it out of here fast, I'll be telling the sheriff who the leaders of the cattle rushlers are. I don't think you're well, Pop. No? No. You and this deal along with the rest of us. If you spill anything to the sheriff about us, you'll just be slapping a jail sentence on yourself for being an accessory. Maybe if I told the sheriff the whole truth, how you came and threatened me, unless I did what you said, he'd let me off in good behavior. Pop's getting out of hand, Lefty. Yeah. We ought to do something that'll change his mind. Hand me that rope over there. What are you going to do? Getting scared, Pop? Yeah. This is a rope, eh? It's fine. Now, just hold Pop by the arms, Lefty, while I knot this rope. What? Throat getting kind of dry here. You won't get away with this. Man, a nice hangman's knot. Maybe after this he won't be so free with his tongue. I'm going to give you a lesson on what it means to cross us, Pop. Trust him forward, Lefty. You'll hang for this? You wouldn't be wanting to change your mind about going to the sheriff, would you, Pop? No. I ain't going to be a go-between for you fellas anymore. All right, Pop, you ass-coach. Hey, what's up with the mask, man? Shut the rope right out of my hands. I wouldn't use that rope like that again, Ace. Someday you might find yourself swinging from the end of one. Who are you? You'll find out when the time comes. Meanwhile, I'm inviting you to go. You ain't frightened enough, mister. We'll go when we're ready. You'll go now, Lefty. Unless... Come on, Lefty. I got a feeling that six-gunny his knows we're not wanted. I don't know who you are behind that mask, mister, but you sure dropped in in a nick of time. I saw them from the window. They won't bother you again, Philby. They won't. You mean... I can't stop to talk now. But who are you? Wait! You'll find something on the table that may tell you. Something on the... Silver bullet. Silver bullet in the black mask. Jumpin' G-horsifed where he's the lone ranger. Once again outside Pop Frisbee's harness store, the masked man was joined by Tonto. You shoot pretty straight and plenty fast. Thanks, Tonto. You saw Ace and Lefty leave the store? And leave in plenty big hurry. Ride west. Follow them, Kimosabi. Locate their hideout, but make sure they don't know they're being trailed. Tonto's happy. They've got to do more than find the leaders of the wrestlers. They've got to locate their gang and prove their cattle thieves. Meanwhile, I've got a job to do. You mark the trail for me to follow later. We'll meet near the wrestlers' camp. And what we do then? We'll follow our original plan, Tonto. The stolen cattle are quartered near the camp. We'll drive them in the right direction, then stampede the herd. Oh, stampede? Plenty dangerous. Yes, I know it, Kimosabi. It's our chance to corral the wrestlers and stage robbers at one time. 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. While Tonto trailed the two cattle rustlers, the masked man set out on a mysterious errand of his own. Meanwhile, at their camp in a not-too-distant ravine, the stagecoach robbers debated whether to open the spoils of their raid. Come on, Red. Let's see what's in them boxes. Yeah, boss. What's the point in waiting? We want to see what we got, Red. Well, I told you before. The new boss says Waley gets here. We've been waiting, Red, ever since we raided the stage last night. I see. Let's open them crates right now. That's what I say, Red. He's right. All right, all right. Open them up. Well, I'll be... What's in that case, Pete? Nothing but harness. Harness? You mean there ain't nothing else? I don't savvy this. We don't either, Red. You sure there's new bosses on the level? As far as I know. Seems to me we was better off robbing stages before we took up with this new hombre. You're talking, Tom. What goods harnessed us? Hurry up and get that case open. Let's see what you got. Get my stubborn... What's in it? Harness. More harness. I don't like the looks of this, Red. The stage driver said there weren't nothing worse stealing them boxes. I wonder. Looks to me like we've been crossed, Red. No, I ain't believing it yet, Tom. Open up another one of them boxes. Just as you say. But if there's harness in this one... You heard what the new boss said. He said to take whatever was aboard that stage. He said if there was any shooting at the stage, he'd hold us to account. Mind a peculiar for a hold up, man, if you ask me. That's right, Tom. He sure got strange ways. Wait a minute. Did you find something, Pete? Well, if I didn't, I'm seeing things. Look at this. Holy smoke, it's folding money. Paper money and wards of it. Well, what do you know? I told you the new boss knew what he was doing. I'll say he does. But how in thunder do you suppose he knew what was in them cases, Red? I don't know. But you better not try slipping any of that paper in your shirt before he gets here. Hey, Red, new boss is riding this way now. Hey, give me that cash, Tom. That's only a little red. Here, take half of it yourself. New boss will never miss it. I ain't taking any chances. He's got a habit when he talks to you looking right through you. All right, I'll put it back. But you're making a mistake. You're a little mixed up, Tom. I ain't aiming to make one. Here he comes, Red. Yeah, that sure is a pretty horse he's riding. Wouldn't mind having that mountain sell. Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho! Howdy, boss. We, uh, we've been open in them crates we took off the stage last night. You did, big fella. Oh, I see. What did you find in them? Well, uh, just a lot of harness, boss. You didn't find any cash? Oh, sure, sure, boss. I was just coming to that. Let's see it. Well... What you aiming to do with the money, boss? Looking out for your split, huh? Well, you can't blame us for that, seeing as we did the dirty work. Money will be divided in the fairest way possible. That sounds reasonable enough, providing your ideas of what's fair coincide with ours. Until then, I'll keep it. Uh, wait a minute, boss. We worked hard for our share. That's right, mister. We aren't aiming to be cheated. You men aren't satisfied with the way I do business. You can get someone else to mastermind your whole life. Oh, hold on, boss. We didn't say we wasn't satisfied. Did we, boys? Oh, no, we're willing to work with you, mister. Good. Those cases belong to Pop Frisbee, don't they? Yeah, but that's new... that's new harness in them boxes. The boys and me kind of figured on trading it. Our horses wore not leather for the new stock. Repack those cases. They're going on to Frisbee. You can't do that. We stole them cases. Them harnesses belong to us. Yeah. You aren't figuring on crossing us, are you, mister? What do you mean? Well, first you take all the money, and then you tell us you're sending the harness back, too. What have we got to show for Robin the stage? Oh, you want evidence of good faith, huh? Yeah, that's it. Just to prove we can trust you. Very well. Here, take the money. Oh, thanks, boys. Remember, I'll be watching you. But we wouldn't try to cross you, will we? No, of course we wouldn't. Yeah, that you don't. When you're figuring for us to move. Don't you like this camp I picked out for you? Well, it showed it enough in this ravine, but there's only two ways out, the north and the south. Stay here until daybreak, and I'll come and take you to another camp. Be sure to have all of Frisbee's cases packed on the horses, and the horses ready to travel when I arrive. Right. We'll be waiting for your daybreak. Be sure that you are. Easy, big fella. You can count on us. Yeah, we'll be ready. Cases repacked and all. Hold on, sir. We'll go on if I know what to make of that mass, fellow Red. Yeah, me either, Tom. But as long as he continues to engineer stick-ups like this one, I'll take my cut and not get too curious. Arriving at Pine Creek again, it did not take the lone ranger long to pick up the trail which Tonto had so cleverly yet clearly marked for him. It was late that night when the two friends met near the rustlers' camp. Did you locate the hideout, Tonto? It's plenty clever, but me find it. Good. And the kettle? That way. How many rustlers would you say were in the gang? I'll me not see them all, but they're plenty, and plenty mad, too. Over the loss of their pay cash, huh? It's time for our plan now, Tonto. You find stage thief? Yes. Red and his gang think I'm going to lead them to sudden riches. Oh. They promise to repack Frisbee's harness cases and be ready to ride a daybreak. That's good. They won't need any more evidence. Ah. However, the stage driver in the guard told the sheriff they could identify Red despite the mask he wore. You better have them with us. Ah, what we do? We stampede the stolen cattle. That'd be dangerous, but we try it. Everything depends on a chemo-subby. Come on, Silver. Get him up the scout. Meanwhile, in the rustlers' camp nearby, an angry group of men faced their leaders, ace and lefty. Well, we heard what you said, ace, but that ain't paying us for the work we did. Who's going to take care of that? Barney's right, ace. When do we get our pay? Start out after them stage robbing coyotes just as soon as we get rid of the cattle we got out there. Your boys will get your pay back and enjoy yourself doing it. You wouldn't lie to us, would you, ace? About what? You wouldn't fake that story about our pay being lifted by a holdup. Just so you and lefty here could divvy the cash between yourselves. You're going local, Cranbur. We expect you to help us ship them cattle out there if you thought you wasn't going to get paid. Don't forget, boys, the cash Lefty and me got coming to us was on that stage, too. Yeah, that's right. I guess the chief's on the level. Now, just as you say, ace, we ain't risking our pay no more by having it send and care of Pop Frisbee. You think Frisbee crossed us, ace? I don't know. But you boys don't have to worry. We'll take care of Frisbee in our own good time. Hey, what's the matter with them cows? They're getting jumpy again. Lefty, relax. The stairs ain't restless for nothing. You got plenty of men guarding the cattle, bunny? Well, I got enough, but most of the boys come over here to see about our pay. Get them back there. Something's scaring them stairs. Sure, Lefty. All right, come on, boys. I'm going, too, ace. Funny's going on out there, and I am to see what it is. I'll go with you, Lefty. Get the horses. As ace and Lefty, when they're gang, went to see what was troubling the stairs, two figures crept alongside the stolen cattle in the shadowy night. They tried a powerful white stallion. The other rode a peat. The gang knows there's something wrong, Toto. They're heading this way. Ah, we worked fast. Must be 300 head of cattle here. Hard to start them in the right direction. Ride as fast as you can to the rear of the herd. That way the cattle are between us and the camp. They won't be seen until we've started. That's right. When you're ready, fire your rifle as a signal. I heard the cattle from this flank. On which way we head? Straight for the ravine, Toto. And Toto's heavy. Get him off the scout. Got our work cut out for us tonight, Silver. We can do it, ah, boy. Fire at big fella. Let them see us yet. There's Toto's signal. Come on, Silver. Gathering headway, the huge herd of long horns spurred by the shots and the shrewd maneuvering of the masked man and his Indian friend thundered for the ravine. Two late aces and the Lefty and their men arrived to cut them off. I start feeding the cattle. Who? I know. Somebody's riding a white horse. Look over there. There's an engine. What are we waiting for? Let's get them found. After them, then, drill them cattle thieves. What? Them cattle are turning and they're heading this way. Circle around. Put them behind them coyotes. Shoot them down. And them cows are going wild, Ace. We can't stop them. We've got to all our pace. Tie them up on them stairs. They're heading to the ravine. Don't let them cut them off. Through the ravine, thundered the stamp he'd had heard as the rustlers struggled vainly from behind to stem the tide. Meanwhile, shortly before daybreak, Red and his stage robbers awaited the Lone Ranger's return. Hey, Red. How much longer do we have to wait for the new boss? Even the horses are getting restless. Oh, not much longer, Pete. We got ready a mite too early. It's just breaking light in the east. Well, I hope the new camp he's got in mind for us has more outlets than this one if we're aiming to leave in a hurry. There's only two ways of getting out of this ravine, north and south. Yeah, what's that? Listen. Them's cattle, boss. They're heading up this ravine. Cattle. What would have hurt his tears be coming through here for? They ain't just coming, Red. They're stamping. Look there. Yeah. We've got to get out of here, Red. We'll be trapped. All right. Boys, run your horses and travel. There's only one way we can travel, boss, and that's... Get up there! Get up! Get up! Get up! Come on! Through the narrow ravine swept the stampeded steers. On their heels came the rustlers waiting now for the cattle to tire. So intent were they, they didn't realize each second took them nearer to Pine Creek. Keep up! There ain't steers anymore, are they? Sure seems funny to me. We're coming open, country. Yeah, too blamed open. That's Pine Creek ahead. Pine Creek? We can't go there. The sheriff won't have us for sure. Boys! Who's that coming? I don't know. Lefty. What? It's the mass man again. He's got a posse with him. Come on, Ace, let's ride. Not where you are. You'll stop the bullet. Range, true lefty. Look, this man right down the side to the ravine. And with the cattle in front and the mass man behind, we ain't got a chance. Well, he ain't taking me without a struggle. I'll show you. He can't get up. Oh! My hands. I didn't think I'd have to teach you a lesson twice, Ace. Shut them guns, Oliver! All right, you goddess. That proves you stole them. Well, I tell you, they're useless, Ace. You see, the stage droppers were driven into town ahead of the cattle. The sheriff has them in jail right now. With them, the boxes they stole from the stage. You mean the pay cash, too? Yes, Ace. The pay cash, too. Frisbee is anxious to tell the sheriff his story. Now, we've been tricked, Ace. You're dog-gone right, you have. And by the slickest time be that ever rode the range. Say, who is that mass comrade? Mr. You've been matching wits with the Lone Ranger. Oh, soon left! 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