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One warm day, Smoky slouched in the saddle as his wiry bronc razorback looked along the trail toward the town of Mayville near the Brazos River. Suddenly Smoky stood in the stirrups and, fanning the bronc's ears with his sombrero, gave out with his familiar yell, Immediately the bronc stopped short, stiffened its legs, and began bucking strenuously. Don't go on your hide, razorback. You're the wildest bronc in all of Texas. Oh, oh fella, that's enough. Now we both feel better, I reckon. Come on, get along, razorback. We're soon becoming a town. Hey, will I be a loppy at home, dog? Look at the setup of that Indian coming on. Oh, it's got a hole fella. Ho, ho, razorback. A hardy Indian. I reckon that's what you all meant when you said that there, Tyee. That's right. Well, me here yell, see horse buckin' hard. Think maybe you need help? Well, now, razorback and me didn't aim to startle you, none. We was just sort of lettin' off steam, wasn't we, razorback? Oh, well, me not know that. See, I, I'd admire to know your name, Indian. Seein' as how you all ride like you were saddle-borne, same as me. Well, me name Tonto. And you can call me Smokey, Smokey Hill. The Wondering Cowpoke is what the last boss I had called me. You all know of a big spread near here where a dog gone good cowpoke, uh, me and me, I'd get a job for the spell. Circle M spread plenty big. It ride down trail short way. Circle M wound by a fella named Manton. Thanks a heap for tellin' me, Tonto. I sure hope to meet up with you again sometime. Ah. Get along, razorback. Judd Manton, a solidly built man with a shock of iron gray hair, stood with his pretty daughter, Sally, leaning on the rail of the corral behind the ranch house. Practically all the ranch hands lined the rails of the corral too as they watched one of the cowboys being pitched and tossed by a bucking Bronco inside the corral. Don't let him! Stallion's quiet and loud. But at least Kansas did all right. Oh, oh, oh, don't you think Kansas did all right, Sidney? You all mean that stiff-sittin' Bronco bust-out yarn on the road. Stallion, ma'am, I'd say the credit goes to having a well-seen saddle to hang on to. It'd dog gone if you didn't hit the nail right on the head, didn't ya? Hey. Where'd you come from? I'm looking for Mr. Manton, the owner of this here spread. My name is Smokey Hill. I'm Judd Manton. What do you want to see me about, Smokey? Well, sir, being a right good cow hand in need of a job I thought maybe you could see a little bit. I got all the hands I need right now. Sorry. What? Now, that's just too bad, mister. I reckon we both lose out in that case. Huh? Well, I gotta admit you can blow your own horn, Smokey. Here comes Kansas. It's a good thing he didn't hear your remark, Mr. Hill. Kansas would probably resent it. I'll always contend there's no use resentin' the truth, ma'am. Well, Judd, how'd I do? Yeah, you did all right, Kansas. All right. Of course, this stranger here, he didn't give you new credit. Kansas meets Smokey Hill. Howdy. I had to know you, sir. How come Judd says you didn't give me new credit? I don't say... Well, maybe Mr. Hill meant that he could ride the black stallion over there better than you did the wrong, Kansas. That's a hard one. The black stallion's twice as wild as the wrong. Well, now, I don't say I could and I don't say I could. I tell you what, Smokey. Get on that black stallion and stay on, no matter how, and I'll consider giving you that job you asked for. I reckon that's a deal, Mr. Manton. Take him around to the Corral Gate, Kansas, and have the boys bring out that black stallion. It'll be a pleasure. Come on, cowboy. A short time later, Judd, Sally, Kansas, and the crowd watched as Smokey mounted the stallion, which stood in ominous quiet between the gripping hands of two of the men. Then the two cowhands leaped aside and the stallion went into action. Juniper, look at that boy, you're right. He's waving his song around acting like it's real fun. Oh, Kansas, can he ride? Yeah, maybe he's just lucky. Don't be a fool. He'll be right in Smokey! Right in boy! Smokey rode the raring bucking stallion as if he were in a rocking chair. Waiting his hat and booping now and then, he grinned at the crowd as the stallion gradually wore himself out and finally stood shivering but subdued. The crowd went wild and Smokey walked back toward Judd and Sally amidst hand shakes and backslapping. Let's go into the ranch, our son. You and me's got a lot to talk over right now. That evening, Tom will return from a trip to town and pull to a stop at the camp he and the lone ranger were sharing in the nearby hills. Most comfortable, fella? Easy, fella. Hi, Kimosabi. Any news? Ah. Kimosabi. Yes? Me tell you about nice fella me see on trail today. Smokey Hill. Yes, I remember. What about him? Well, men from Circle M Ranch in town at Café and them plenty excited. Them tell about Smokey right and while stallion at ranch today. Them say Smokey plenty fine rider. But me not savvy, why them so excited? I can tell you, Tunno. The ranches of Mayville and the ranches of Red Rock 10 miles south of here compete each year in the rodeo. The main competitors though are the Circle M spread and the Bar Y. Oh. Bar Y spread belong to fella named Cardale over near Red Rock. That's right. He's about 30 years old and considered a fine rider. He's riding one the rodeo for the Bar Y last year. Ah. Maybe Manton at Circle M figure on using Smokey on rodeo. I'm sure that's his intention, Tunno. I understand Cardale egged Manton into a $10,000 wager. A bloody foolish thing for Manton since I happen to know he'd have to mortgage his ranch to pay off. Cardale has a cash in the bank. When them have a radio rodeo. Three days from now on Saturday. For Judd Manton's sake, I hope your new friend Smokey outrides Cardale to win. That night, Kansas, the foreman from the Circle M, secretly met Clark Cardale in a room at the Mayville Hotel by previous arrangement. Hi, Kansas. Come on in. Well, how'd the practice riding go today? Like I said before, Clark, you haven't anything to fear from tax. Made a poor showing. Well, you don't have to worry none about me. I rode you last year. I know I could this time. But I'm paying you to make a poor showing so there'll be no question about me winning again. Yeah, I know. But, uh... Well, Judd took on another hand today, Clark, and believe me, that cowpoke is a riding fool. He slated to win hands down. By thunder, I stand to lose 10,000 in cash to Manton if he gets a good rider in the rodeo. Yep. I hate to admit it, Clark, but with Smokey Hill riding for the Circle M, they've got the bronc riding soaring up tight. I won't do it all, Kansas. Not much you can do about it. Maybe there is. I don't savvy. How do you mean, Clark? I have an idea working, Kansas. An idea for a scheme that might work. With your help. Yeah? Just what is it you're thinking of? Maybe I'll win that bronc riding after all. Because if things work out right when it's time for the rodeo, that Omri's Smokey Hill will be in jail for murder. We'll continue our lone ranger adventure in just a moment. All over the country in every direction how you do it is a question and here's one to have the happy people have to say, Keaton, all the weedies then we do, do, do an okay bouquet. Right. That's something champions know everywhere, wherever you go. Take part in Bust and Sammy Snead, born in Old Virginia. Slammin' Sam has been up on top for years and eaten his weedies regularly. And Al Rosen, born in sunny South Carolina, clutch hitter with the Cleveland Indians. There's Al at the plate. Here's a pitch. Another solid sock for a solid champ and say Al Rosen's been eating weedies for 23 baseball seasons. That's the way it goes. South, northeast, west, weedies. Why, there's a whole kernel of wheat in every weedies' flake. Keaton, all the weedies then we do, do, do an okay bouquet. Now, to continue. The following morning, Tonto brought startling news to the Lone Ranger as they hurriedly reigned to a halt after a trip to town. Hold on, hold on. Hey, Masari. Something happened. What's happened, Otto? Smokey Hill in plenty trouble. He put in jail for murder. Murder? Huh. Me hear about it at the store. Just what did you hear? Well, them say, Smokey climbed out last night. Another cowpoke, a fellow named Tex, called him names. Say, Smokey, better keep out a way. Go on. Well, four-minute ranch tells Smokey, Tex, then night, out on range, watching cattle. Him talked Smokey into going out to sea wrecks. Then what? When Smokey came back to bunkhouse, him say, him find Tex dead from bulletin' back. And they blame Smokey for the killing? That's right. If Smokey did kill Tex, why would he go back to the bunkhouse to tell him he was dead? And that's what me wonder. Him have plenty chance to get away, your night seem like. That's right. What does the sheriff think about it? Well, me hear a foreman tell sheriff, last word Smokey say when him leave to sea Tex, that he make Tex change mind one way or other. Do you know where the killing took place, Otto? Ah. Tex killed at number one range camp. West Circle M spread. He'll go out there and look around. Here's a little bit. Come Scott, come on. Easy big please. Easy Scott, easy. Come on, come on. Come on, Scott. Later that morning, after making certain no one was around, the lone Ranger and Tutto stopped near the range camp where Tex had been killed. Easy Scott, easy Scott. They look for tracks behind the camp, Tutto. With a campfire blazing, Tex has made a good target for anyone with a rifle. That's right. There plenty tracks there camp where sheriff and others come for body. Yes, I know. The lone Ranger and Tutto walk slowly back from the site of the camp. On the range a short distance away, a large herd of cattle were grazing, and beyond the herd there was a sloping ridge. The masked man and the Indian had their backs turned both to the cattle and to the ridge as they searched. Suddenly over on the ridge, several shots rang out. Otto, the cattle, those shots were intended to stampede them. They headed this way. The children scouted between us and heard. Run toward the horses, Tutto, quickly! The lone Ranger and Tutto reached against death as they headed back toward the horses. Their only chance, but at the same time they were running toward the stampeding herd as it moved up on Silver and Scout, without waiting to be called, the great horse Silver started out a gallop toward his master with Scout at his side. Just a short distance behind came the frenzied bellowing herd. The lone Ranger and Tutto stopped running as the horses raced toward them. Faster, Silver! Faster! As the racing horses came toward them, both the masked man and Indian were poised and ready. Knowing that a mis- or a stumble meant death under the pounding hooves of the maddened cattle, the two men were praying for their saddles. Monty! But the leaders of the stampeding herd almost upon them, Silver and Scout made every effort to increase their speed. Meantime, the lone Ranger saw that they were headed directly for a deep ravine. There was no time to turn aside. The herd was too close. Pointing ahead he called to Tutto. Hello, the ravine! Better job it! That's our only chance! Monty! Up, Silver! Up, Silver! Up, Scout! For a 10 second or two, they were in the air. Then... Hold, Silver! Hold on! Easy, City! Hold, Hunter! That was close. Fine going, Silver. Fine going. Later, the lone Ranger and Tutto reached the place from which they figured the shots had been fired. After carefully studying the ground, the lone Ranger suddenly reigned to a halt. Hold, Silver. Hold on. Easy, Scott. Easy, come on. Alright, look there, Tutto. The hoofbarks were looking for. And here, one marked show where horses shoo on right-hined hoof broken, Kimusavi. We'll follow that trail, Tutto. Alright, let's hurry. Steady now. Easy, Scott. Come on, Silver. The trail, the lone Ranger and Tutto followed, led them directly to town. At the edge of town, the hoofbarks turned off and went along behind the buildings. Then when the masked man and Tutto came up behind the hotel, they saw a bronc at the hitch rail and back. They pulled to a stop. Who's this guy? Oh, come on. Easy, here they come. Easy, come on. Well. Uh-huh. The same horse. We follow. We got both of you covered. Reach. They don't move. Well, Sheriff, better do as he says, Tutto. Uh-huh. I'm not an outlaw. Have you definitely take one of the bullets from my belt. Then look it over closely, Sheriff. I don't say, but go ahead and get me one of them. Sure. I got one. Here it is, Sheriff. Yeah. This is a silver bullet. And now I remember. Put up your gun. Ed, these here are friends of the law. I reckon it's all right if you say so, Sheriff. What brings you here, Mr. Something wrong? Quickly, the lone ranger told all that had happened. The sheriff listened attentively. Then he looked over the bronc at the hitch rack. Yeah. Seems to me that's the bronc Kansas, the foreman at the Circle M ride. He's in the hotel. And he didn't want to be seen going there. That's why he came away, Sheriff. Got any suggestions? Well, the hotel is enlarged, only four rooms in the ground floor. He'd have to go through the lobby to get to the upper floor. And since he came the back way, that means he's in one of those four rooms on the lower floor then. That's what I figure. Now, the room doors are flimsy. They're going to the back court quietly. Maybe he'll be talking to someone and you and the deputy could recognize his voice. Sure. Both of us know Kansas' voice all right. Good. And let's go. Meantime in Cardale's room, Kansas had told about seeing the two horsemen from a distance ride down toward the Range Camp. He told that he had ridden down behind the ridge to watch them. And that seeing them searching behind the camp, he had started the stampede. I lit out right after I saw the herd stampede. You fool. You should have ridden over to make sure they were done for. When I'm lived to talk, folks might get to thinking the truth about Smokey being framed. Look here, Clark. Don't you're calling me a fool when I was covering up for you. After all, you were the one who dragged Galt's text before egg smoking to go down there. All right, all right. Don't be so touchy. You better get back to the ranch before someone gets wise that you came here. All right. I'll get going right now. Get back in there, you. Let's go. My mask, man. No, you don't. Take them to jail, sure, for they belong. And let Smokey out. If he wins, Judd and Matton can go to the jail and collect from Cardale. At least Smokey will be riding for the Circle M Saturday. Saturday afternoon, a large crowd gathered to watch the rodeo. On the fringe of the crowd, Toto and the Lone Ranger, who was disguised as a cowpoke for the occasion, stood watching each event with keen interest. Time after time, they heard a familiar yell. Matt, Smokey. Yes, he's a great rider. He's sure to win. And as the afternoon wore on, the Lone Ranger's words proved true. A great cheer went up from the crowd, as Smokey was declared winner of Bronco Busting for the Circle M. As soon as possible, Judd, Matton, and Sally got Smokey through the crowd. Smokey, you did us proud. Mighty proud. Gosh, Mr. Matton, I was glad to be able to win for you. Well, for Sally. I didn't think I'd get to ride. I'm collecting the wager from Cardale, jail or no jail. And half of it's you, Smokey. You might need it if you decide to, well, get married or something. Well, now that's a mighty fine idea. If Miss Sally thinks she can put up with me and raise her back. Well, I reckon when I get to know you better, Smokey, well, your chances look mighty good. Yeah! To that Indian friend and the masked man who did so much for you, couldn't see you in the bronc right. No, he did, sir. And that yell I just gave out was to let him know how happy I'm feeling. How happy I'm feeling right this minute because of... But Smokey, I didn't see him any place. And I was anxious to get a look at the masked man you talked so much about. Look over there to the left on the crowd, Sally. See them armors getting on the white horse on the page on it. Oh, yes. I see the Indian getting on the page, but the one getting on the white horse has it back to him. If he turn around so the mask would show, I could... That's them, Sally. And they're fixing the leave right now. The man on the white horse has his hands up to his face. Look, now he turned around a minute and he's waving. Smokey, he does have a mask on. I can see it now. Yeah. That's them all right, like I said. My good Indian friend Tano and the masked man who saved me from hanging. You see, Sally, he's the Lone Ranger. Here I had featured of the Lone Ranger Incorporated. It is produced by Trandall Campbell Muir Incorporated. A part of the Lone Ranger is played by Brace Beamer, your announcer, Fred Foy. Listen to the Lone Ranger brought to you by Special Recording Mondays through Fridays at this same time.