 Ranger Bill, warrior of the woodland, struggling against extreme odds, traveling dangerous trails, fighting the many enemies of nature. This is the job of the guardian of the forest, Ranger Bill, pouring rain, freezing cold, blistering heat, snow, floods, bears, rattlesnakes, mountain lions. Yes, all this in exchange for the satisfaction and pride of a job well done. One of the meanest and most dangerous of the animals in the United States is the buffalo bull. He's a savage fighter, always walking around with a chip on his shoulder. He attacks without warning and moves like a bolt of lightning. The Rangers never get close to the buffalo herd unless they're riding fast and experienced horses. Each herd has one bull who's the big boss. When he gets old and loses some of his speed and fighting ability, one of the younger bulls will challenge the big boss. A fight follows and the older animal is run out of the herd. The dethroned bull becomes a lone marauder. He vents his humiliation and anger with savagery upon any living man or beast. So now it's time to join Bill and his Rangers as they hunt the mad bison. Take it easy. You're out of breath. What's wrong? Some beast has attacked our stallions. It got whitey. It got whitey. Well, what do you mean, Lefty? Whitey's lying out on the range. He's badly wounded, almost cut to ribbons. Well, let's go. Like springtime, everything's so new and fresh. That's right, pal. Almost like starting life all over again. Buffalo must feel that way, too. There isn't one of them around the feeding barns. Well, they moved out of the range, all right. Won't see them around the ranch buildings until early winter. They sure like their free feed when the ranging is tough, though. You said it. You can't say that I blame them. Oh, I guess not. Say, did you tell Stumpy and Greywolf we were going out? No, I didn't, pal. Better stop here by the horse growl and take the saddles off Storm and Bess. Not used to wearing leather yet. Whoa, Bess. Oh, boy. Whoa, boy. Oh, Storm. Easy, Bess, hopefully easy. Bill, I can see where the saddle blanket kind of wore a spotter to when Bess is back. Boy, it's sure been a long time since you wore a saddle. Yeah, Storm, too. Let's turn him into the corral. OK. OK, yeah, go on, boy. Yeah, no way, Storm. Storm says thanks for taking the pack off he's back. Yeah, it doesn't look like Stumpy and Greywolf are here. Yeah, they'd have come out of the cabin by now. I don't see their horses either. We're going to wait until they get back? Yeah, want to look over the buildings and fences anyhow, see if they need repair. Well, I'll help you. OK. I'm going to start with the wrangliest cabin. Big boy, we're almost through patching you up. It's a good thing you came along when you did, Leslie. The whitey would have died. Yeah, he sure was bleeding bad. Easy whitey boy, easy. Yeah, give me some more of that bed sheet. Yeah, sure. Here you are, Lee. Thanks. You just find up the gash in his hind leg and we'll have him bandaged. I got the salve smeared into the wound, Lee. Yeah, it wrapped up in a jiffy. Easy whitey boy, easy. Do you want help, Lee? No, I can make it all right. You better keep your eye on the range in case whatever or whoever did this comes back. I've been watching. I wish it would come back since I could empty my rifle into it. Yeah, I wonder if that would stop it lefty. Yeah, maybe I have a point there. It's got to be some beast of downestallion, especially whitey. You said it. There, I'm finished. I'll go out and get the truck so we can take whitey to the barns where it'll be safe, easier for us to take care of them there. OK, I'll stand guard while you're gone. Right. I'll send a couple of the rangers out to help you. One rifle might not be enough. You get chance to run later. Stand still, Matilde. Stop skittishin' around like a miner. I think Buffalo Herd settled down all right, Stumpy. You do too, Bay Wolf. You got the back of freedom feelin' out of their bones. Yeah, sure it was cut loose with monkey-shot hands for a while there. I thought for sure they stampede. Yeah, you mean to add a handful, Sonny? I was one recruited to the meanest stampede's life. Maybe we go back to Cabin now and take another look at Herd this afternoon. No, I wouldn't do that yet, Sonny. What do you mean? We're missin' the big boss, Buffalo. You mean old Snort gone? He sure is, Bay Wolf. You thought you seen that? I busy watch Youngstock, not notice old Snort not with Herd. We better find him. Not alone we ain't. You think he have fight with Young Bull? He sure do. See that young upstart out there? Looks kinda scarred up like he's been in a scrap. You're right, old Timer. We better find out for sure. That's why I'm waitin' for the Herd to settle down and quit spookin'. I may we could ride down kinda easy, like, and take a look at that young roughneck. Not good idea. In about hour we should be able to ride close to the Herd. Yeah, I think so. Good thing we got fresh mounts. Those critters might give us chase, especially the new big boss. Email and I'll stay out here and see what we can make out of the tracks where the fight took place. Okay, Lefty. Dick and Fred will give me a hand gettin' Whitey out of the truck. As soon as we got Whitey bedded down in the barn, we'll be out to relieve ya from guardin' the Herd. Okay, you better get goin', you'll have to drive slow. Right. Well, let's see what we can make out of the hoof prints where a fighty fought this... this thing, whatever it is, email. Okay, Lefty. I sure can't figure it out. I don't think any of us will be able to... Look here at these cloven hoof marks. Yeah. Well, what kind of an animal large enough to kill a stallion has cloven hooves? I don't know of any around these parts. Maybe this animal escaped from the Nautipine Zoo or from a trainload of wild animals. That's a thought, email. But we would've been warned if that had happened, I'd think. Yeah. Perhaps you're right, Lefty. Your idea's better than mine because I can't imagine what kind of an animal this is. I guess we're just wasting time. I can't make heads or tails out of this. Neither can I. Soon as Dick and Sid come out to spell us off guard, we'll go back to the horse barns and take a look at Whitey. I spook those bevels. Stumpy, you're right. They're battle scars all over Young Bull's hide. Yeah, sure are, Sonny. Maybe the looks of him all snort almost won. All snort putty tough fighter. He king bull long time. Watch out, Bevels. He ain't acting too kindly to us. Maybe we move away and he settled down. Good idea. You've seen what we wanted to. Step it up a little, Matilli. Get him up, King. We better get back to ranching, fell Bill. All snort on loose. You're right, Sonny. All snorts gotta be found, crowned, or shot to one or another. Well, the weeks have taken it easy and you'll be as good as new. I hope so, Lee. I don't take a hankering to having one of our prize stallions cut to pieces. But I can't for the life of me figure out how to stop it from happening again. Yeah, I've been doing a lot of thinking about that, Lefty. I take it the hoof prince didn't give you any clues, huh? Not a thing. What or who did it is still a mystery. Yeah, we better get some help to find out. Who'll we get? Bill Jefferson and his Rangers. That's the whole story, Bill. All snort just up and very mooshed. It's impossible to pick up trail. Herd cover his trail plenty hard. Well, we'd better find him. Let's get some provisions packed and hit the trail. I figure that's what you do. That's up to it, boys. I want to find all snort before he does any damage. Maybe this is the first lawsuit coming now. Hey, you're a true fellow. You should come in like a hurricane. Something wrong, not for sure. Lefty and Lee Foreman. Hello, fellas. Why the hard riding? Hello, Bill. Hello, gray wolf something. Howdy. Hi, Lefty, Lee. Bill, we've got trouble and we don't know what it is. Tell me more, Lefty. Well, some kind of beast almost killed one of our best stallion. That's right, Bill. We'd like you to come over and take a look at the stallion and the range where the battle took place. OK, fellas. We'll saddle up and go back to your ranch with you. Henry, let's saddle up. Stumpy, gray wolf, better water your horses. We might have quite a bit of riding to do. See you, wildy boy. We're just looking, don't we? I think we're seeing all we need to. Don't you think so, gray wolf? Stumpy? We see plenty from kind of wounds, whitey hands. Yep, they tell quite a story. What are you fellas talking about? Do you know what kind of beast attacked our horses? Perhaps we do, Lefty. Let's ride out in your range and take a look around where you found whitey. Sure. You think you'll have the answer then? Yes, Lee. I'm sure we will. Well, let's go. Plenty bad fight take place all right. Well, Snort didn't do this. I'll eat him, horns and all. Well, Snort, who's he? A buffalo bull from our herd, Lefty. You mean a buffalo did this? What's a big idea letting him get out? All of our horses are in danger now. We ought to sue Uncle Sam for damages. Whitey won first prize at the horse show last year. We'll run our finest breeding stock on this range bell. What's the matter with you guys? Can't you control your buffalo? I think you rangers are slipping. You mean sleeping at the switch, Lee? Just a minute, fellas. You honestly think we let old Snort get away from us on purpose? You tell him, sonny. Maybe they think we stay up nights figuring out ways to ruin all the herds on the range. Yeah, and did you fellas ever meet up with an insane buffalo bull? What do you mean, insane buffalo bull, Henry? Well, old Snort was the big boss of the herd. The younger bull challenged him for his job, and they fought. Old Snort lost, and he automatically had to take off or be killed. Henry Wright, stumping ISC battle scars on young bull. I guess we sound it off like tin horns, fellas. Please accept my apologies for the insults that threw at you. Oh, forget it. I'd be steamed up, too, if one of my best stallions got the treatment whitey gun. Oh, that doesn't excuse us, Bill. I'm very sorry for what I said and what I did. You think you can help us get that buffalo old Snort, as you call him? We'll get him, fellas. I don't know how long it'll take us, but we're going after the mad bison. Looks like we've got company, Bill. How'd you guess? Well, there must be a dozen men waiting for us at the cabin. Yeah, for good idea, what they're going to say, too. Old Snort must have paid him a visit or two. He must be on more money to get that many ranches. That's what I'm afraid of, Gray Wolf. Old Snort's really gone off his rocker. Yeah, Henry, man, as well, face the music. Those fellas look pretty hot under the collar. Oh, poor bass. Oh, sir. Oh, MacKinnon-eyes. Gentlemen, gentlemen, we can't all talk at once. That's right, Bill. But we've all got plenty to say. That's right. You better get that buffalo and get him fast. Yeah, you heard, Josh, Bill. We all feel the same way. That's right. We've been chasing, shooting and trying to get him ourselves. We couldn't do it. He's too smart for us. You're going to have plenty of damnate suits in your hands if you don't get him. That's right. He's already wrecked some of my fencing. It's a good thing I saw him or he'd have gotten to my cat. Yeah, she would have. At least I didn't let him arrest the boys, too. That's right. You ought to see it. All right. We've seen some of Old Snort's work, fellas. Yeah. Josh, Les, we agree with you. We've got to get the buffalo and do it soon. Yeah. How soon we get Old Snort is questionable. We'll try our level best to make it soon. I suggest that you return to your ranches and keep guards posted until we let you know that Old Snort's out of commission. That's a good idea. Let's get back home, men, so the rangers can get to work. All right, let's get out of here. Looks like we'd better get a move on. Yep. Either we get Old Snort or he'll get us. This will be a fight to the finish this time. Get up your sleeve beside your arm. I don't have much in the way of ideas, Old Timer. The only thing we can do is ride out and try to find Old Snort's trail and follow it. Ah, you're right, Phil. That's all we can do. I'm afraid that we'll have to wait for the old boy to jump us. Maybe likely we'll get the chance to jump him. Yeah, and he'll come at us like a cyclone, too. Yeah, that's right. Keep your rifles laying across your saddles. When we get to meet Old Snort, there won't be time to pull your rifles and be your saddle holsters. I'll ride out first. Stumpy, Grey Wolf, you flank me about 50 feet back. Hey, you mean I'm going to bring up the rear? Yes, pal, you are. Don't think you've been disgraced. Old Snort can and mind come at us from any direction. I don't want us to be bunched up when that happens. Okay, I'm happy now. All right, let's go. Get the abstract. This Old Snort's trail, all right? No, young brother. This trail is three days old. I'll have to keep crossing and re-crossing this part of the country until we find Old Snort's fresh trail. Maybe he isn't in this area at all anymore, Bill. We'll find that out, too. I'll take a week to do it. We'll find out. Well, here's another of that rascal's trails. Looks pretty fresh, too. Ah, you're right, Stumpy. Buffalo passed this way maybe half a day ago. Well, not dog. Now we can get this game of hide-and-seek over with. We've lost the trail, fellas. I think we need to pick up trails straight ahead. The ground here is too hard. Yep. May you see any sign where Old Snort turned? How much longer is this hard ground gonna last? It'll go another mile or so. If you don't pick up Old Snort's trail by then, he'll have to go back. There's a trail sign ahead. Let's get after him, boys. Come on! Keep your eyes open. Your rifle's ready. We can run into Old Snort any time now. This is like running the gauntlet or something. These beating eyes might be looking at us right now. He's looking how nice we'd look, dangling on the end of his horns. Eight, nine hundred pounds of old Buffalo. Nothing to joke about. You said it, sonny. Old Snort's left. Hey, look out, Bill! Hey, come on, Stumpy. Get going, big boy. Run, Bill. If you do something before he gets filled in store, the catcher will find you, Bill. Come on, Stumpy. Run. Come on, boy. Easy, boy. Good boy, Storm. Take it easy now, fella. Old Snort gave up trying to catch you. Good boy, Storm. Hold it up, fella. Wow, can Storm run? Man of life, he took off like a wind. It's a good thing you did, or Old Snort would have nailed both of them. I'll say, would've, Stumpy. Didn't even dare shift my weight to shoot. I fear I'd throw Storm off stride. It was nip and tuck for a couple of hundred yards. Then Old Snort's age began to tell. But he's still plenty fast. I'll say, yes. Boy, the way he came out of that canyon just like he'd been shot out of a gun. Yeah, let's not waste time chinning. Oh, boy, they'll be kind of tired from that run. Maybe this is the right time to get them. Right, Stumpy. Where'd he go? He head north across Reigns toward Canyon Country. All right, let's go. Come on, Matilde! Nord must really be moving. He sure is, Henry. His trail's plain as his nose and your face. Must be worried. Be more careful about his trail. He's heading right for that canyon, isn't he? Yep. It's what he's doing all right, Henry. Foxy Valley, that bison. Whoa, Storm! Oh, Matilde! He's in that canyon straight ahead, isn't he, Bill? Yeah. We're not riding in there to get him some other way. What's your plan, Bill? Gray Wolf, you and Henry Barricade yourself here at the mouth of the canyon. Stumpy, you and I are going up to the ridge. Hold it, Stumpy! Did you see him, Bill? Yes, all the time when I do. Are you sure? I can't see him. Look down on the canyon floor to the right of the hump rock in the middle of the canyon. There he is! Big as life! Let me walk around and take a crack at him with old Betsy. Don't do any good, Stumpy. Canyon Ridge overhangs right where he is. You ever see such a smart operator? Yeah, let's try it from here. All right, go ahead. Hold your ears. I'm afraid he's gotten smart by now, Stumpy. Yeah, not only that, but he's gone deeper behind the rocks to the right of the hump. Well, only one thing to do. What's that? Go in after him. Henry, understand your instructions? I do, Bill. Me, too, Sonny. Don't worry, old Snort ain't going to get out of this here canyon. He shows his head and bounds rifle balls off of it. Okay. Remember, old Snort doesn't get out of this canyon alive. If he does, I'll hold you to a response. He won't, Bill. Believe me. I do. You ready, Gray Wolf? I'll set, Bill. Fine. I'll go in first. You follow 50 feet behind. Keep that distance, so I'll have room to maneuver. That's a good idea, Gray Wolf. Things might suddenly get pretty exciting in there. You say mothful that time, Stumpy. Let's go, Bill. Come on, Storm. You've got a job to do inside. You don't have to get old Snort if he gets Bill. Keep a sharp eye, Gray Wolf. Last Stumpy and I saw him. He was in back at the hump rock. Got a move since then. I watch everywhere at the same time, Bill. Hump rock, Gray Wolf. He'd not be long now. Old Snort fights soon. You better give me a little more room, Gray Wolf. Here's the hump rock. I do. You'll be plenty ready now. There he is. Let's get him, Storm. Shoot, Bill. Look out, Gray Wolf. He's coming after you. Good shot. I can't get in position to finish him now. Good. Keep going, Bill. Good. Now I can finish him. Get around, Storm. What's Kenyon Wall? Easy, Storm. Easy, boss. Hey, I lost my rifle. I can't get away. Get him up, King. Shoot, Gray Wolf. I get him. Old Storm and I forgot about the Kenyon Wall. That was fine shooting, Bill. Another 10 feet and Old Snort would have fixed this good. I'm glad I'm in position to kill Buffalo. So am I. I don't like killing animals, but this time I'm glad Old Snort's dead. Well, let's get Henry and Stumpy. And we'll pass the word to the ranchers that we got the bad places. This did us a real good turn by killing that bold Buffalo. We're going to apologize for the necessary remarks we made. Not going to double for me, Bill. And the rest of you fellers. I don't know how much, unless... we only did the job we were supposed to do. So you Old Snort did the damage you did before we got him. Uncle Sam will pay you for the damage, though. Now, Lefty, how's Whitey? He's coming along nicely, Bill. I sure wouldn't have been in your boots for anything from what Gray Wolf tells me. I wouldn't be in my boots if it weren't for Gray Wolf and his fine shooting. I do nothing, Bill. You won who go in first. Well, regardless of who gets the medal, I can say one thing. What's that, Stumpy? Old Snort sure put up a good fight, but it wasn't good enough. Poor fella ain't going to be the big boss anymore. Well, I sure wouldn't have changed places with Bill when he was trapped by Old Snort. And it was no easy spot for Gray Wolf, either. Those shots had to count. Well, we'll see you next week for more adventure with... Hi there, boys and girls. Here's your bill back again for just a third of a minute with an extra word of thanks to you for joining us today. Hope you'll team up with the Rangers every week at this time when your local station gives us this chance to get together. See you then.