 A fiery horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hahi-hio silver, the Lone Ranger. With his faithful Indian companion, Tottle, the daring and resourceful mask 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 out of the past come the thundering hoofed beets of the great horse, Silver. The Lone Ranger rides again. Josh Kinsey and Psy Adams owned adjoining spreads in the far southwest, but they were anything but neighborly. Their mutual dislike which had started with a dispute over a line fence had developed into a feud. Hardly a week passed that there wasn't trouble about one thing or another. Hey, boss, look over there. A few of Kinsey's cowpokes are routed up more of their strays on our range. Come on. We'll teach them to stay on their own side of the line. Right, Adams slinging lead. Before that week was over, Psy Adams men retaliated because of the loss of some of the cattle and the wounding of one of their men. It was Tex who rushed into the bunkhouse with the news. Quick, everybody. One of the barns is on fire. I saw somebody riding away just a few minutes ago. Must have been one of Adams' cowhands. The boss would be plenty mad now. Let's get out there and fight that fire. It seemed that matters were going from bad to worse, and the dislike between Psy and Josh grew into a strong hatred. Josh, a widower, lived alone with his son, Terry. Psy Adams, a bachelor, lived with his orphaned nephew, Jimmy. Both boys were about ten years old and had become close friends, unknown to their elders. The boys met secretly to play together whenever possible. One morning, a cowpoke reigned to a stop at the Adams ranch house. Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, is it? Say, boss, I thought you ought to know that split rail fence we put up across the east corner of the range is down again. What? That's right. I just come from there. Dad, bless that ordinary Josh Kinsey. He must have had his ranch hands pulled down late yesterday, so as to drive cattle through again. Well, that settles it. I'm going to town order some of that new fangled barbed wire fencing to put up. It doesn't matter, Uncle Psy. Nothing to concern you, Jimmy. This is grown-ups business. Oh, it's about that barbed wire. It's dangerous. Is that the wire you looked at in town, Uncle Psy? The kind that has stickers on it? Yes, yes, Jimmy. Now run along. Like I said, Jack, I'm getting plenty of that wire. We're putting it up. It'll take care of Josh Kinsey. Will it make Mr. Kinsey mad, Uncle Psy? Of course he'll make him mad. That's why... Now listen here, Jimmy. I told you to run along and be quiet. Yes, sir. It'll be worth all I have to pay for that barbed wire fencing to hear what Josh Kinsey has to say about it. I'm going to be shooting over it, boss. Good. It won't be the first time we've traded lead with that Kinsey crowd, but that fence will go up and stay up. And that's it. That same day, Josh Kinsey and his young son, Terry, were eating supper when the foreman of the ranch entered. All right. Speak to you now, boss. Come in, Tex. Come in. What's on your mind? Hi, Terry. Hello. I, uh, I just come from town, boss. Well? Got a bit of news while I was there. Might interest your considerable... I'll have it, then. Psy Adams got a whole load of barbed wire. Rolls and rolls of it. Watch it! You mean that dirty low-down coyotes fixing to use that murderous wire to fence us out? Well, that's right. He's fixing to do just that, so I heard tell him, Terry. I won't let him get away with using it. Why is Mr. Adams going to use that kind of wire, Dad? To keep us from getting our cattle across a bit of his lane, that's why. That means driving them 10 miles around if we don't go cross that way. Why does he care? Because he hates me, that's why. Now, Terry, you're going... But why does he hate you, Dad? Do you hate him, too? Do I hate Psy Adams? Of course I do. Why shouldn't I? I don't know. Why? For lots of reasons, that's why. I could tell you from now to we... Eat your supper, Terry, and stop pestering me with silly questions. Yes, Dad. Tex, you tell the rest of the boys. We'll keep our eyes open. Right, Josh. Soon Psy Adams and his bunch start putting up that wire fence. We'll face him for a showdown once and for all. That afternoon, Psy Adams and some of his men rode alongside the big wagon that was hauling the barbed wire from town. If I thunder this wire, it'll settle things with Kimsey. Yeah, boss, but he'll do all he can to stop us putting it up. Hey, Psy, the support's been coming up behind us fast. Looks like to Kimsey, by the way. Well, whip up that team, get going with the wire. We'll drop back and hit them all. Get out! Get out! All right, get ready for him, boys. Get your guns handy. Hey, boss, the coyotes are shooting at us. All right, throw that at them, boys. The fight lasted only about five minutes. Psy Adams and his men drove off the Kimsey ranch hands, who turned and galloped away after one of them was wounded. They returned to Josh Kimsey's ranch and stopped at the corral. Josh walked toward them as they dismounted. What happened? What's the matter with Jim? We tried to stop Adams from getting that barbed wire home to his spread, but he and some of his cowpokes were riding along with the wagon. That's right. They put up a gunfight. Jim got wounded, so we decided to better leave. Get Jim inside and fix him up. All right, boss. Psy Adams let him take that barbed wire home. All he wants of it. But when he comes to putting it up, that'll be a different story. You can bet on that. It was dusk when Tuttle, Indian companion of the Lone Ranger, stopped at the temporary camp they shared in the nearby hills. You've been gone a long time, Tuttle. We stayed a little longer, get news. What news? Let me hear talk about range war. Range war? Just what did you hear? Let me hear men say, follow names Psy Adams by plenty wire with points. He make fence on range, make others plenty mad. I know where Adams' spread is. I understand he's been having a feud with Josh Kimsey, who owns the adjoining spread. That's right. You're going to use barbed wire. It make Kimsey another rancher's plenty mad. Then have shooting war, maybe. That may be the outcome if Adams puts up barbed wire fencing. You hear men say that. Well, the trouble won't start until actual work on the fence has begun. We'll keep an eye on things over there and do all we can to prevent a range war. The following afternoon, Terry riding a pony approached a clump of cotton woods along the trail near his father's ranch. Jimmy, who also owned a pony, was waiting there. Oh, boy! Hi there, Jimmy. Been waiting long? Uh-huh. Most an hour. You knew I'd come, though, didn't you? Sure. I brought you something. You did? What? This. Golly, a make-believe gun, just like the one you have. Yep. Here, take it. Gee, and the way it's painted. Sure looks real, doesn't it, Terry? Yep. Golly, thanks. Where'd you get it? Text made it, like you did mine. Gosh, did you tell him about us being friends and all? Yeah, but Text won't tell. He thinks we ought to be friends. He thinks your Uncle Si and my father ought to be friends, too. He does? Sure. But I guess they never will be. Growing up's so funny, aren't they? Uh-huh. Guess I'd get a licking from Uncle Si if he knew I met you here all the time. Guess Dad licked me, too, if he found out. But he thinks I ought to hate you like he hates your Uncle. Yeah, but it's more fun being friends, I think. Me, too. Text says someone who hates someone else is an abomination in the eyes of mankind. Golly, Text said that? Yep. I learned it word for word. What's it mean? Um, I don't know. Neither did Text. He heard a preacher say that once. Anyway, he's sure it's something not good. Gosh, I wouldn't want to be that. Me, neither. Look, now that we have wooden guns, let's... Listen, somebody's coming down the trail. Yeah. Let's keep out of sight till I get close. Then we'll play hold of it. That'll be fun. Here they come. Come on. Get covered. Come on. Got both of you. All right, son. Guess you two ombres have the drop on us. I'll do as he says. And me looking guns. Gosh, Terry, now what do we do? If that... I'm not an outlaw, son. But you have a mask on. I have my reason for the mask. I, uh, I'm afraid those wooden guns aren't enough to keep us here. Oh, golly. He knows they aren't real. They're real enough for your games, boys. We'll put our hands down now, Donna. You, uh, you boys live nearby? Oh, yes, sir. I'm Terry Kinsey and he's Jimmy Adams. We're friends. I see. Are you Josh Kinsey's boy? Yes, sir. And Psy Adams is my uncle. I live with him, but they don't know we're friends. They wouldn't like it. You boys are lucky to have each other for friends. Is that Indian your friend, mister? That's right. Donna was my friend. My father hates Jimmy's uncle. Uncle Psy hates him, too. I've heard about their feeling toward each other. I feel sorry for them both. You do? That's what Tex said, too. Oh, who's Tex? Our foreman. He says Dad and Mr. Adams are going to start a range war if they keep on. That's what. Uh-huh. And Uncle Psy says tomorrow morning he's going to start putting up a barbed wire fence. He says he'll be ready for trouble, too. Dad told all our men they have to ride with him tomorrow morning to stop Jimmy's uncle and his men from putting up the wire. Ah, look like trouble come tomorrow. Yes, Tunnel. Oh, uh, where is the fence to be built? Over Yonder where the trail goes along the creek. Between Terry's ranch and ours. I see. We're right over that way, Tunnel. See you again, boys. Easy city, big hill. Easy town, easy town. Move, move, move, move. Goodbye, mister. Uh-huh. Sure a beauty. I hope we meet that masked man again. I'd like to hear. So do I. The Indian, too. Hey, we better start home. It's getting near supper time. All right. I'll tell you what. Let's meet here tomorrow and we'll ride over and see what happens. Want it? All right. We'll meet right here tomorrow then. Meantime, the Lone Ranger and Tunnel rode over to inspect the disputed boundary line between the ranches. That's where the rail fence was taken down so Terry's father could drive his cattle through. It's not good if wire fence be put up. Those two men got together instead of being at each other's throats. Their ranches would be more prosperous. Ah. Boys have more sense than older ones. Yes. They become good friends. Look, Kingsley. Hold over, hold over. Seems like Kinsley's men are going to drive cattle across Adam's land before the wire fence is put up. Ah. Men leave hurried on Kingsley's side for night and riding through in early morning. Don't get those cattle through before Adam's men come to put up the fence. They'll really be trouble. And Kingsley will lose some of these cattle. That's right. Well, we better go back to our camp for the night. We'll be right over here early in the morning, Toto. Ah. Maybe it's better if we... Hey, look! Man, we'll see you soon. Make for the arroyo quick. 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. All to continue. As the Lone Ranger and Toto sat on their horses watching a roundup of the Kinsey cattle near the boundary line of the Adam's spread, their presence was suddenly discovered by the cowhands. The Lone Ranger and Toto headed into a nearby arroyo. We ride along the arroyo. Then what we do? We leave for the present. Best thing to do. Come on, Tilly! Meantime, one of Si Adams' ranch hands stopped hurriedly before the Adam's ranchers... Ho, ho, ho, ho! Hey, what's up this time, Jack? I thought you ought to know, boss, that Kinsey's rounded up a big herd of his cattle. He's got them all ready to run across our spread early in the morning. Before we get down that way to start working on the wire fence. So he's fixing to get his herd through in the morning, huh? Mm-hmm. Well, we'll set out earlier. Give Kinsey and his cowpokes a little surprise. Ah. It's a good idea, boss. Jack, you tell the boys to be ready to ride at sunrise. Yes, sir. After we keep them cattle and getting through, we'll get to work on the fence. And there'll be one fence that Josh Kinsey won't find so easy to pull down every time he wants to get his herds across my spread. We'll all be ready to ride with you, boss. All right, good. Tomorrow's a good time to settle this feud between Kinsey and me once and for all. At dawn the following morning, Josh Kinsey sat on his horse, giving final instructions to his men. We'll start the herd moving right away, men. That'll give us time to get him well across the corner of Adam's spread before his men come down to put the fence out. All right. Yeah, yeah. Are we gonna let him put up that ordinary wire fence, boss? As soon as we get the cattle across, some of us will come back and see what we can do to prevent that fence from being put up. And the way I look at it, there's plenty we can do. No reason. It may mean flying led, boss. Why can't you settle in peaceful light? Don't try to tell me how to run things on this spread. If you want to work for me, you'll do what I tell you, understand? If Adam's has his way, my spread will go to the dogs and you'll all be out of jobs then. Now get them cattle started and see that you keep them moving in the right direction. All right, boys, you heard what the boss said. Now get to work. Hey! Hey! Meantime, Psy Adams and his men were riding toward the place where Kinsey intended to drive his herd across. Boys, we'll settle this matter first. Later, the wagons will come along with the fence posts and the wires so we can get to work on the fence. Josh, Kinsey ain't gonna turn back them cattle without a fight, Psy. That's right, boss. One of us might get flung. As long as you're working for me, boys, any fight of mine is a fight of yours too. Don't forget that. Kinsey wants to argue with Led that we'll accommodate him. I heard talkin' town last night, Psy. They were saying at the cafe that you hired an outlaw to rustle some of Kinsey's cattle during the night. What? That's right. Kinsey's men swear they seen a masked man and an engine hanging around earlier in the evening and they run them all. Last number, it was riding a big white stallion. Well, that's something they dreamed up. I guess no one they're in for a showdown makes them kinda nervous, especially Josh Kinsey. And there they are, heading across my spread with a whole herd. All right, come on, man. Get your guns handy. Ride in from this side and stampede them cattle back where they come from. All right, come on. Get up here. Get up! Get up! Get up! Get up! I'll start shooting! Back, man! They're snottin' down the tail by the creek. About this time, Terry and Jimmy, who had heard of the impending trouble, met at their usual place on their ponies and then rode along the trail by the creek toward where the herd was to be driven through. What if they'll be real shooting, Jimmy? Golly, if there is, somebody might get hurt. Yeah, that's right. Gosh, did you hear that? I do hear something. Hold it! Hold it! Hold it! Golly, they're shooting. We shouldn't have come. Uncle Psy would be mad if he knew I was here. Well, my father would be, too. I guess we'd better... Psy, what's that? What? Sounds like thunder or something. Oh, there ain't clouds in the sky. It looks like... Golly! Alongside the stampeding herd, saw Kinsey just ahead. Yeah, this'll teach you, Josh. Kinsey, this'll teach you. I'll get you for this. Jimmy, my nephew. Look on the ground. There's another one. There'll be tramples of death. You'll be responsible for that. A short distance away, other eyes had seen the danger of the two little boys. A lone ranger and toddler had written unobserved off the trail. Look, Kinsey, herd stampede, boys in trouble. We've got to get to them, so they'll hit big fans. Maybe we'll take the chance. Come on! Without giving further thought to the great risk they were taking, the masked man and Indian urged their horses toward the onwashing herd. The lone rangers, one thought, was to get to the boys and try to save them from a terrible fate under the hoofs of the maddened cattle. Silver and Skald, sensing the danger that lay ahead, seemed to slacken their pace for just a moment. Then, at the urging of their masters, they overcame their fears and raced forward at greater speed. Master, big fella, come on! In a couple of minutes, the two men covered the distance that separated them from the boys. Jimmy's pulling it runoff and as the lone ranger and toddler stopped, the two boys stood waiting with terror showing in their faces. Who's over there? Quick, son, give me your hand. Hang on tight, boys. You went so fast. You two saved our lives. We were all lucky to get away. I'll put you down now. Well, there you are. We're sure glad you saw us, Skald. Jimmy, Jimmy Lattie, all right. Very thank heaven you're safe, son. We better hold him for the show. Now, hold on, all of you. Maybe this is the masked comrade that I had snooping last night. But he... Well, I just saw him save my boy and that's good enough for me. I never saw that masked man before. Any snooping he did was on his own. But I'm darn glad he was snooping or Jimmy would have been traveled to death. That's right. I saw Terry's pony go down, boys. Jimmy could have got away, but he stopped to help Terry. What were you boys doing here anyway? And what were you doing together? The boys are friends, Kinsey. And Jimmy Adams was willing to give his life to stay by his friend, Terry. Well, I'll be doggone. So you boys got to be friends in spite of Josh and me hating each other, huh? Golly, Uncle Psy, being friends is better. Much more fun, sure is. While you two were busy feuding with each other, the kids were meeting every day and becoming good friends. That's right. You know, Uncle Psy, Tex told Terry you and Mr. Kinsey are abominations. He said we're what? He meant you were feeling toward each other was foolish for a couple of grown men, Kinsey. We think grown-ups act funny anyway. Well, Josh, I guess maybe our boys got a better plan on how to get along than we have. Well, what are we going to do about it? Well, it ain't too late, Josh. It ain't too late. I'm sure you'll both find that as neighbors, it's far better to be friends. The future of the West depends upon the ranchers helping one another. Well, my friend and I'll leave now. Let's go, cut-off. Let's go! See, Dad, even the masked man has a good friend. That Indian is right away with him now. Well, I guess we could use a good friend, too, huh, Josh? Yep, I guess we could, Psy. I'm taking back that wire this afternoon. The men will go to work pulling down the rest of the rail fences. Now you're talking, Psy. You really mean that? I sure do. Let's try being friends for a while. Looks like it works with our boys right well. All right, Psy. Here's my hand on it. Is that all right with you boys? It sure is, Collie. I think it's fine. How about it, man? You know, that stranger with a mask had a lot to do with all this. I wonder just who he is, anyway. He calls his horse Silver, and his friend's name is Tomble. Yeah, and the masked man has shiny Silver bullets in his belt. Holy smoke, Josh. We've heard of that ombre. You dug on right, we have, Psy. Boys, that's one of the greatest humbries in the whole West. He's the Lone Ranger. This is a feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated, created by George W. Trendle, produced by Trendle Campbell Enterprises, directed by Charles D. Livingston, and edited by Fran Stryker. A part of the Lone Ranger is played by Bracebeamer.