 A fiery horse with a speed of light, the cloud of dust, and a hearty high old silver, the long ranger. Years of unrest that followed the Civil War, a powerful secret organization called the Legion of the Black Arrow sprang up in the western United States. Its members were to be found everywhere, defying the law, or using the law for their own purposes, working toward the ultimate goal of revolt and the foundation of a despotic empire. It was the massed rider of the planes who led the fight against this band of outlaws and traitors, and for once his great strength and courage, his daring and resourcefulness were taxed to the utmost in the cause of democracy. Return with us now of those thrilling days when the West was young. From out of the past come the thundering hoof beats of a great horse, Silver. The long ranger rides again. Come on, Silver, on the trail of the Black Arrow, hail Silver! With the information that the Calvert Ranch was the stronghold of the Black Arrow, the long ranger and tanto headed west from the Missouri River, on and on they rode through the forest across the badlands of the Dakotas into the green hills of Wyoming. The big horn mountains loomed in the distance. Sworn, Silver, we're heading for the Calvert Ranch. Get them up, cow, cost them mountains, boy. We've got to hurry. Faster, Silver, faster! The Calvert Ranch was the biggest spread in Sherman County, and on Saturday the Bar C. Cowhands crowded Sherman City, and Davis stopped from the wood outside the general store and watched half a dozen of them gallop down the main street yelling and shooting. Killers. If you had any law in this county, they'd be in jail. What's that about the law, Miss Ann? Oh, get out of my way, Red Dixon. Haven't you heard? I'm the law here. Yeah, fine, Sheriff. You really got a badge that proves it. Of course, I don't remember to wear it often, but... As far as I'm concerned, you're the foreman of the Bar C. and nothing more. You're just as bad as your men. Oh, now that irrespective. Let me buy. Pretty girl like you shouldn't be carrying her own basket. Hey, I'm going to show you what agenda I am. I'm going to carry it for you and help you into your buggy. Take your hands off me. Thank you for hearing the lady, Red. You said to take your hands off. I don't like that, Turner. Why don't you let her get into the buggy? You're talking to your boss. You haven't been for long. This isn't hard for me to forget it. Go on, Turner. Go on down to the cafe with the rest of the boys. This ain't any of your business. I'm making it in my business. Where I come from, we always mind our manners with the lady. Get out of here or I'll let you have it. You let me have what? Well, I'll show you. I always return a compliment like that, Red. Now, Miss... Look out, he's going for his gun. I noticed that. You'll cover it, mister. I want to thank you, but you shouldn't have done this. You're new in Sherman County. You don't know what you've let yourself in for. Well, maybe you could tell me more about that. What? I'm dead certain I've lost myself a job for one thing. My horse is right here. Would it be all right if I rode for you with a wave? Yeah, you better do that. You can come out to our ranch. Well, you, Red, take it easy. Don't try to get up till after we're started. Come on, Red. Get up. I got some advice, Turner. Get out of the county or you'll pay for this with your life. You'll have to learn to draw a little faster, Red. Get up, Chief. Matt Davis and his wife, Jane, were sitting in the living room of their ranch house. Mrs. Davis was sewing, but her eyes strayed to the trail every now and then. Last, she saw a cloud of dust in the distance. Quickly, she put aside her sewing and started for the door. I wonder if anything's wrong. Where are you going, Jane? Anne's come back from town. She's driving mighty fast. She always does. Someday that buggy's gonna fall apart. There's a cowboy riding beside her. Yeah. Don't look like any of our boys. Matt, I shouldn't have let her go into town alone on a Saturday. She looks hailing hearty to me. The Bar-C crowd roaming the streets with nobody to keep them in line. It's a sin and a shame. That's what it is. Now, don't get yourself riled up, Jane. Whoa, Beth! Whoa, girl, whoa! Anne, are you all right? I'm fine, ma. What's your name? Bob Turner. Well, I'm Anne Davis. I want you to meet my mom, Paul. Howdy. This is Bob Turner. I'm pleased to meet you. You're the same. He's been working for the Bar-C. The Bar-C. Get off of this porch, you ordinary low-down. Now, listen to the girl, Jane. This boy may have worked for the Bar-C, but where's the brand on his face? Red Dixon got smart. Just as I was coming out of the store, and Bob put him in his place. That means he's lost his job. Can't we find a place for him here, Paul? How do you put Red in his place? That's what I want to know. You knocked him down and then showed up his drawer. Yee-hee! I'm making for him. Oh, no, I wouldn't ask for that, Mr. Davis. Matter of fact, I don't know whether I can take the job or not. You don't mean to say you're going to take Red's advice and hightell it out of the county? I reckon not, Miss Anne. Then you've got to find a job someplace. Yeah. But first, there's a little business I'll have to attend to. I'm going to take myself a ride up in the hills. And afterwards, well, if it's all right, I'll be glad to go to work. I, uh... I apologize for what I called you, young man. Well, that's all right, ma'am. What's up in the hills? Why you going up there? Never mind, Anne. All we care about is when you're coming back. My business shouldn't take long. I'll be back by nightfall. Well, try to make it in time for supper. I will. Adios. Adios. Paul. What, Anne? I'm thinking there's outlaws up in the hills. Got any doubts about Bob? Not from looking at his face. I can't always tell by that, though. Get up there, Chief! Anne's right. Handsome is as handsome does. The Lone Ranger and Tonto had made their camp from the shelter of the hills above the range. The rays of the sun were fading in the west, and the campfire gathered brightness from the dusk. A faint sound, and the masked man was on his feet. He waited, alert, watchful. Then, unmistakably, the sound of hoop-beats reached his ears. Tonto walked to his side. Somebody ran this way. It's Bob, Tonto. I didn't expect him so soon. Howdy, masked man. Hello, Bob. Hello, Tonto. Hi. What happened? Aren't you able to get a job? Well, that part of it was easy. I landed the day before yesterday. They'll take on anybody who can handle a gun. Did you have a talk with Calvert? No. And what Dixon told me, you're expected to work around the place a couple of weeks before you even see him. I guess I won't have the chance. Why not? Well, I got myself fired today. Red forgot his manners with a young lady in town. Well, I just couldn't stand by, masked man. Of course not. Her name was Davis, and her paws offered me a job. Shall I take it? It might be a good idea. But what about the Bar-C? You said they'd hire anyone who can handle a gun. Oh, not you. Just one look at Silver. You can't wear your mask. Tonto can fix up a disguise, and I can ride Scout. If they ever found out that... All I want is a talk with Calvert. After that, we can make our plans. I'll take the job with Davis. Yes. Next to Calvert, he has the biggest spread in the county. I believe that's where they'll strike next. It was long after dark, and Bob had not returned to the Davis ranch, and said very little. When both her mother and father realized that the girl was disappointed, the three of them had decided in silence they would never see the young Calhand again. Then... Of course it's our time, Paul. It's more than one. Can't be Bob. Joe and Harriet might have rode up from the bunkhouse. I'll open it. Judd Calvert. I'm here too, sister. And Red, what do you want? We came to see your paw. You ain't welcome here, Calvert. Alistair, chef. Sure thing. You're under arrest in the name of the law. Just look at that face. It's pitiful. You're trying to figure out what the charge is, Davis? I haven't broke any law. Right. There ain't any charge, either. But if I wanted to throw you in jail, it wouldn't have to be one. That's the way things stand in Sherman County, and the sooner you realize it, the better. No, no, don't, Paul. What are you here for? I want to get down to business right away, huh? That suits me. I've decided to take over this ranch. You've decided what? It ain't for sale. I guess you didn't hear me. I didn't say nothing about buying it. Get out of here. There won't be any money to change hands at all. You're going to sign it over to your daughter? I'm going to marry him. Paul. The man's gone local. It's a marriage, Miss Ann. Don't you want to marry the boss? I'd rather die. We could arrange that, too. Shut up. That's the way things stand, Davis. I want you a ranch, and I want your daughter. I mean to happen. Over my dead body. Don't say things like that. Red might take you serious. There's a law in this state, even if there isn't in the county. I'll get the governor to send troops here. You and your gunman are nothing but a gang of outlaws. You said that before. Now say it again, and we'll see what the governor says after I get finished talking to him. You tried it, Matt. If you even started for the capital, you wouldn't get 10 miles. You and your wife and your daughter are business. We aren't going to let you move out of the county, and we aren't going to let you keep this ranch. The wedding takes place next Saturday. Come on, Red. Everybody, come on. Billy Scull, is that Davis standing in the doorway? Yeah, he's right there. Put it on the ground, and I'll fill your toilet. He's got a rifle. It's Turner, Mr. Davis. Oh, oh, I thought it was Judd and Red come back. They've been here? Judd wanted to break the news that he was gonna marry Anne and take over the ranch. If he's so much as set foot on my land again, I'll shoot him for a trespasser. He might want you to try something like that. Yes. Who's the big fella with you, Bob? A friend of mine. Uh, you still figure on heading for the bar, see, mister? More than ever. I'll see you later. Where? Right here. Come on, Scout. The house is dark. There's someone inside here. I want to see Calvert. Yeah? Is he here? You tell me what you want and I'll decide whether he is or not. I've got nothing to say to you and I'm coming inside. Get out of the way. Why are you... And don't start anything you can't finish. You think you're a mighty tough hombre, don't you? I didn't say that. Forget this. I'm Red Dixon, see? I'm the former of this outfit and what I say around here goes. You tell me what you want or I'll throw you out. I want to see Calvert. Who are you? What's your name? Is he in there? Don't you make a move. I'm warning you. Get away from that door. You dropped your gun, Red. Here. Don't you want to try again? You shot it out of my hand. This is the second time today somebody's out drawing you and that's bad for a man with your reputation, Red. You ought to keep in better practice. Go on, take the gun. Try it again. Come along. What's that? I suppose this exhibition was for my benefit. Are you Calvert? Yes. My business is with you and not with your hired help. Are you ready to talk to me? What's your name? Why don't you pick out one for me? You might just as well. It'd save me the trouble and you'd be sure to remember it. That suits me. Come on in, Triggy. We'll have a talk. Right into the office. That's the idea. There's a gun in your back, Mr. for the ceiling, Proto. 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. As the Lone Ranger, without his mask but wearing a disguise, walked into Judd Calvert's office, the rancher stuck a gun in his back and ordered him to reach. You feel the gun, Triggy. I'm not blind. Blind? There's a mirror on that wall ahead. Yeah. I saw your goat for it. And why didn't you do something about it? Why should I? I proved I could take care of myself by taking care of Red. Yeah. You can take care of yourself. Maybe me too. I'll feel more comfortable if you don't pack a shooting iron. Take some. I will. Satisfied? Just about the coolest customer I ever met. Sit down. Your desk all right? It's fine. Let's have it. Why are you here? You're smart, Judd. You ought to be able to figure that out for yourself. What a job. That depends. How big is it? As big as Schumann County. You don't own it all? Not yet. But I will. Are you going to stop there? I am the one who should be asking questions. There's a lot I have to find out. You haven't got the Davis spread yet to the circled dot of the flying W. Now if they were to get together, let them try. If they do, they could use men. They might pay more than you. You're making for range war, aren't you? I had a little experience. You're too big for Billy the Kid. It won't do you any good to guess. I brought up money, Judd. I'll tell you this. I got more money back of me than you can imagine. How does that sound? Sounds logical. I figured you must have. More than you can imagine. What's your answer? I don't think it over. Yes or no right now? Would you mind handing back my guns? You intrigue. I could use you. No sense of starting off on the wrong foot. What did I hear from you? Tonight. Good. The same door I came in? You didn't leave your horse out and back did you? No. I'll see you soon, Calvert. Tell Red to come in here. The only trouble would be in handling them. They've got enough brains for it to own. You're in the kitchen. Toilet. Yeah. What are you doing here? Just checking up. I just left. A gunman. A good man. I think I can use him. You might even make a good member of the Legion. I'll be the one to decide that. Look here, Torlock. I'm running this county. I'm doing a good job. A new need for you to come snooping around. There's a report to make to the leader. I'll do it myself. Direct. You don't sound as if you were glad to see me. They say get out of here and let me run things my own way. You can't get away with that. You want to slap me in the face? No. I could make you crawl on your hands and knees if I wanted to. Stand right where you are. Torlock, a man can stand so much and that's all. You want to run things your own way, eh? Hey, that didn't mean anything. You want me to get out of here? No, no. Sure you do, and I can understand why. What gave you the idea it was part of our plan for you to marry the Davis girl? That's right. You're what? You wouldn't want him to keep any secrets from me would you, Judd? Of course not. Listen, you. That man who was just in here, how much did you tell him? Enough to get him interested. And you were going to grab every ranch in the county? Yeah. I swear to hinted we might even go far there. Your plans love to be changed. Get all your men together. You're going to have to burn out all those ranches tonight or you'll never get away with it. What's that? You've talked too much. I haven't. Not to him. I didn't buy in with it. He promised to give me his answer tonight. He has, you fool. He left it here on the desk. A silver bullet. That was the lone ranger. He must have it. I'll change the silver tunnel. My mask. Calvert will go into action tonight. I want you to ride to that hill overlooking the ranch. When you see which way he and his men are heading, get to the Davis ranch as fast as you can. Come on, Silver. Mask man, you got out of there safe. I left a calling card behind. Calvert will strike tonight. Have you explained everything to Davis? He sure has. You stay here and get your men ready for a fight. What about me? Come on. Is your horse saddle? Yep. Just around the side of the house. You're heading for the circle dot. Round up all the men and lead them back here. Donald will bring us warning when they start out from the bar sea. Where are you going? You've got the flying double your crew. That's too far. You can't get there in time. Silver can make it. Come on, boy. Get up there. As the lone ranger and Bob Turner race through cross country, Red Dixon slid from the saddle in front of the cafe in town and banged his way through the swinging doors. Bar Sea. All of you. Bar Sea. Get in your saddles. Judd Calvert's waiting for us out at the ranch. Tonight's the night and tomorrow the whole county belongs to us. The Davis ranch was dark but inside the living room Anne and her mother sat close to the window. I don't like this waiting. Wish your pa hadn't been so positive about not lighting a lamp. I could down some socks. You just think you could. Oh, I'm not nervous. With the lone ranger on our side, we can't lose. Where is he though? I knew her but your pa said. Masked men sent Bob to the Circle Dot and he's getting a man from the Flying W. Horses. I can see Chet Crowder. Circle Dot. Yeah. And Bob has come back. That gives us about 30 men. Oh, Judd got 50. The long way to the Flying W. Don't think about it, Charth. All we can do is hope and pray. It was long after midnight. Matt's men and the Circle Dot crew waited near the corral. The night was peaceful. But the men talked in nervous whispers. At last, from a distance, came the hoopbeats of a single horse. What do you think, Bob? Maybe the masked man decided not to go all the way to the Flying W. After all, we could use the men. I'd rather do it out then than do it out alone rangers. Oh, it ain't him. That's a paint. He was riding the white stallion when he left here. But it's too low. Matt's men not here? Not yet. What about it? Then come from Barcy. Then come here. Oh, Matt, you mind if I give the orders? You're welcome. I'm not much of a fighting man. I guess the only thing to do is to surround the house and open fire when they get within range. Very long range, you know. Cover like the wind. There's men with him. He got him. Now we're fighting even, Matt. It's still gonna be a fight. On their way, Matt's man. We figure we'd surround the house. We're coming here, Tutto. Then they'll have to pass between Richmond Hill and Burnside. There isn't much of an opening. That's right. We'll split our force, half on each hill. When they get to the pass, we'll charge down on them. Take them by surprise. That's the idea. We'll have to get to the pass first. Come on, Silver. Follow the low ranger. Let me get this straight, Judd. We set fire to the building's first. Yeah. Then when they come running out, we shoot them down. That's it. It's you to kill. Pass it with a log. You see the range? We get through the pass, man. Remember, shoot to kill. Wipe them out to the last man. Snare force. That's the low ranger. Come on, everybody. The honest ranchers swept down Hillside. Before the Barcy gunmen could rain up and turn to face them, they were completely surrounded. They tumbled from their horses, fought for cover. Desperately, they fought back. With a surprise of the attack and the withering fire from the ranchers, guns put an end to the battle in less than 10 minutes. Calvert's men threw down their guns and shouted their surrender to the sky. Hold it on, boys. Drop them good. Yes, Calvert. I can answer for him, Bob. I saw the black girl and his wrist tonight. What about it? Take a look at Reds. Yeah. It's here. The others can go to jail. You'll have to take these two to St. Louis. I understand. I'm sorry. I can't tell you more. I'm the Colonel Hayton of the Intelligence Department. That's all right, Mask Man. You got your orders. Now I've got mine. You can't hold this. Why not? Let's just share from this, Cuddy. You can't hold this without taking the law on your own hands. I never like to do that, Judd. And that's why Bob's here. Meet the United States Marshal from Laramie. What? You mean Bob Turner's? Yeah. United States Marshal from Laramie. Here. Shake hands with these handcuffs. Just one thing more, Judd. When I left the ranch, I saw a red sorrow tied near the corral. None of your men are riding it. It's a torlock ride, Sorrow. Yes, Toto. Have you seen him tonight, Judd? No. We haven't seen torlock for months. That sorrow belongs to me. Judd? Yeah. He was there. Where are you double-crossing about him? He ordered us out here tonight. He knew we'd get this. Is he still at the ranch? No. Which way did he go? South, the Salt Lake. No. Which way is the Yellowstone? And I hope you'll get it. We'll certainly try. Come on, Toto. Toto, ready? Get him up! The Lone Ranger and Toto galloped into the night, but not trusting Calvert completely, their first stop was the Bar Sea Ranch. Toto found the tracks of a single horse heading west, and then Silver and Skald were urged to their greatest speed as they followed the trail. It was dawn before they reached the river. At noon the masked man and the Indian found themselves in the great basin of the hot springs. Columns of steam arose on every side, and suddenly the Lone Ranger raised his arm and signaled to stop. What do you see, Kimosabe? I'm not sure that I saw anything. Look up at the top of the rise, to the north. Ah, and a big hot spring there. The wind's from the south. Every now and then it blows the steam away. It looks like... there. Ah, Toto see. Two men standing at the edge of the spring. That's right. We go close, find out who men are. This is government land. They might be soldiers. It would be hard to explain my mask. Ah. Here we can't be sure. We don't have to take the chance and get a little closer. Kimosabe. M-Start fight. One of them's so much smaller than the other. He could be a boy. Maybe him falling spring. That's more than a hot spring, Toto. The steam's shooting up higher and higher. It's a geyser getting ready to erupt. We ride fast, warn him. It's more than a fight, Toto. It's murder. Come on, Silver. Get him up. The story you have just heard is a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger incorporated.