 A fiery horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust and a hearty high old silver, the Lone Ranger. A faithful Indian companion, Tonto, the Mashed Rather the Plains led the fight for law and order in the early days of the Western United States. His strength and courage were always on the side of right against might. No man could match his daring and resourcefulness, and nowhere in the pages of history could one find a greater champion of justice. Come in with us now to those thrilling days when the West was young, and out of the past come the thundering hoofbeats of the great horse Silver, the Lone Ranger rides again. Come on Silver, we're heading south. One evening young Mark Weaver found his mother in a mood he could not understand. The dishes from their supper had been washed and put away. The lamp had been lighted in the living room of their small ranch house, and Sarah Weaver had seated herself beside it with an open book. But the book, Mark soon discovered, was not holding his mother's attention, and he was aware that from time to time she gave him a secret look of appraisal. Without understanding why, he felt relief, and at last the book was closed, and his mother rose to her feet. Ready to turn in more? More, I ask if you were... I've heard you, son. Thought for a second you was deep. I was... Wait. Huh? Mark, you're twenty. Almost twenty-one. Oh, sure. How much do you weigh? What? Please answer me, Mark. Well, that's a funny question to ask. What do you want most... How much do you weigh? One seventy-five. You're husky. You bet I am. Are you a good shot, son? So what are you... I asked you, are you a good shot? More, what in thunder you're getting at? Please answer me first. Well, gosh, you all know whether I am or not. It's hard for a woman to know. Do the men think you are? Well, yeah. I'm better than most fellows I reckon. But why are you... I want to show you something. Show me something? Say, you're acting funny tonight, Mark. You feel all right? I feel all right. Then what are you asking all these... My keys. Where are they? To the desk here? Yes. Ain't that them hanging from your apron pocket? Oh. Golly, that's a drawer you've always kept locked. What's in it, huh? I'm going to show you. Here. Say, ain't they beauties? More, where'd you get a hold of a pair of irons like these? They were your fathers. Yeah? They were made for him in the East by Alexander Prouty. He was a famous gunsmith. Oh. Here are your father's gun belts. And these were his hostess. Sure done, he's self-proud, didn't he? Your father liked good things. More? Yes. You hid away in this drawer? That's all. Then why'd they keep it locked up so tight for all these years? Gosh, ever since I was a youngin', I can recollect wonderin' why that drawer weren't never open. It's never been time to show you before. Huh? Son, I've told you many times about the wagon train that brought us west. About the Indians who attacked the train. I've told you how you and I were the only ones to come through that attack alive. I've let you believe your father was killed as the others were killed. Well, Ma, I don't say that he... He wasn't. What? Three days before the attack, he rolled away with a man who was his bitterest enemy. Well, I... Let me finish. I tried to prevent it. I warned him that man would kill him if he could. Gosh. He wouldn't listen. And he wouldn't explain why he had to go. Your father was never seen alive again. He was murdered? If he hadn't been, he would've returned to me. And the fellow that done it? Disappeared also. Until finally... Huh? I found him. Two years ago, he doesn't know I found him. Most likely it doesn't even know him alive. He lives many hundreds of miles from here. I haven't seen him. And he hasn't seen me. Then how do you know where... Where he is? Yeah. Friends have told me. I've had friends searching the west for him all this time. Why didn't you ever tell me this before? Because I had to wait until you were old enough and strong enough and clever enough to hold your own with grown men. You mean... You must pay him back. The skunk? With your father's own guns. How do it? And as soon as you can. I've waited long enough. I don't want to wait longer. Ma, just tell me two things. Yes? Where does this pole cat live? He has a ranch outside Long Prairie in Texas. And his name? It's Job Clark. Job? Job Clark. You'll do it, son. You'll do it for your father. Ma, I reckon I'll turn in. I reckon I'd better get some sleep. You'll do it. I'll leave before sun up tomorrow. Oh, boy. Oh. Oh, boy. Howdy, stranger. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on. Morning, young fella. Sorry to stop you, but I'd like a little information. Yeah? This the way to the Barcy Bar Ranch? Ain't equated around here, huh? I've come quite a spell. Been on the trail for near two weeks. Well, if you're headed for Job Clark's place, you ain't got much further to go. No. Just keep straight ahead until the trail forks. Then head your car, use up the one that turns left. You'll see Job's building's just a couple of miles on and beyond. Thanks, mister. You're welcome. Get up, fella. Get up there, boy. Yeah, old fella. We're just about to the end of our trail. Come on, boy. Let's keep her going. We've got us a job to do. Drink up, silver, old fella. We'll be riding on shortly. It looks like Scout was thirsty, too, Kim-a-Subby. Him, 20, thirsty, yeah. Come on. Long way, Mask Man. We have, Job. We've been in New Mexico. Yeah? We weren't so far away that we hadn't heard you plan to sell your place, Job. I've been wondering why. Brenda, I'm kind of glad you asked. Yes? Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe the way I feel about things ain't the way I ought to, but I can't help it. There ain't a soul alive I can feel free to tell the truth to outside of you and Tondo. You see, I ain't forgot the time you fellas saved me when them landmarks almost got my place. Anything you tell us in confidence, Job will remain the secret. I know. Look, Mask Man, what would you say if I told you Job Clark ain't my real name? I'd say quite a few others have taken new names when they arrived in the West. Well, it's so. Back east, my handle was Weaver. Mark Weaver. Yes? Well, I got in some trouble. A pole cat named Job Clark, the name I'm using now, killed her fella in an argument. But the way it turned out, the law back there figured I was guilty. I see. I had a wife and a youngin' and a good Job. The kid, named after me, weren't hardly a year old yet, but we had to light out. We joined up with some folks going west in a wagon train. I never knew you had a family. Well, of course, when I took the name I'm using now, I couldn't let on about them. But what happened to your wife and boy? Engines attacked the wagon train crossing Nevada. I heard the story afterwards. Weren't one of them folks left alive. Heard the story afterwards? But I thought you said that I was with them wagons? Well, I was. Up till just a little while before the massacre. Then who do you suppose came riding into camp? I couldn't guess. Job Clark, the pole cat to blame for that killing. Oh. He'd learned the law was on my trail, found where I was going and come to warn me. You see, he was scared of a trial. Afraid if I was picked up and tried in court, maybe it'd come out I weren't guilty after all. It suited him a heap more for me to stay free so as the Lord always go on blaming me. I understand. And me, on the other hand, I couldn't take the chance of being arrested neither. Maybe the truth wouldn't come out, you savvy. Then where'd I be? You were in a bad place. Well, I did the only thing I could. I left camp with Job, planning to hide out in the hill till it was safe to show myself again. Then what happened? We met up with the same war party that must have got the wagon train later. Job was killed. I got away. I believe I can finish it for you. Soon after that, he learned the wagon train had been wiped out. His wife and son were dead. Job was dead also. Your course was obvious. He took Job's name. Perhaps whatever identification he carried as well and went on alone. All record of your real identity gone. The law completely fooled and your own safety assured. Is that the way it was? Friend, that's just the way of it. But what's that got to do with your selling out now just when you've made this ranch a success? Ain't nobody to leave it to. You mean that everybody knows me now. I'm Job Clark. If I was to cash in my chips, it'd be Job's folks back east that'd benefit by it. I see. And I have a no real kin in my own. So I've been thinking about it. I'm going to sell this place for cash. I have to take a loss on it, of course, but that can't be helped. I suppose not. And then I'm going to live on that cash. When my day finally comes, there won't be much of that cash left, neither. And everything will come out just about even. What do you think? I think you're wrong. That's true. I think if you did that, Job, you'd be one of the unhappiest men in Texas. You enjoy working. You're proud of your place. You've gotten real pleasure out of fighting to build it up. Sell out, retire, live at ease, and what you collect. And all that'll be gone. Yeah, I know. You've told me your story, Job, and I can understand why you feel as you do. But think it over again. And in the meantime, Todd and I'll stay in the district. We'll call again to learn what you've decided. And I hope you decide as you should. This district needs men of your type. Well, I'll think about it. Do that. Ready, Thunder? We'll find a place to camp. Job, we'll see you later. Howdy-oes. Come on, shall we? Get on, scum. There goes the two finestombies I ever met up with. Even if the one does wear a mask, the other's a red skim. I wait. Now, who's this? Howdy! Whoa, boy, whoa. Oh, there. I'm looking for a gent named Job Clark. You him? Uh-huh. Looking for a job, young fella? I reckon you don't savvy who I am. Huh? I've got a job, and I'm here to do it. I'm Mark Weaver. What's that you said? I thought you'd recognize that handle. Your alter was my pa's name, too. You killed him. Hey. And I'm here to pay you back. I thought you'd been killed by the engineer. I wasn't, though. He ain't lying to me. You really are Mark Weaver? Oh, sure you are. I'd recognize you anyplace. You're older than I am. Likely, you're slower on the draw. I'm gonna give you first chance at your irons. Wait, wait. You don't savvy. If you're Mark Weaver, then I'm your... Your what? Just a second. Marshall, what do you want? Come to see about something, Job. Huh? In private. Come here. But Marshall, I just... I said come here. Mark, you'll have to excuse me for just a second. Oh, wait. I'll come. You rode up to the house without letting anybody know, Marshall. I had no reasons. What do you want? Job, my office just got a letter from the law back east. Huh? It seems as if they're sort of curious about you back there. I don't get it. Seems as if once quite a spell ago, a fellow back east was killed. Sounds reasonable. Uh-huh. But he was killed by a gent named Weaver. And the law aims to know if you and that gent called Weaver ain't one in the same. You're local. I ain't. Well, I... What are you looking at that kid for? Marshall, you wouldn't savvy. Huh? That young fellow played in bad luck. That hombres me. The curtain falls on the first act of our Lone Ranger drama. Before the next exciting scenes, please permit us to pause for just a few moments. Now to continue our story. While the United States Marshal confronted the bewildered rancher, young Mark Weaver watched them curiously from a distance. Then, as if abruptly making up his mind, he gave his guns a hitch and approached. I am. Want this gent for something? Wouldn't surprise me none if I did. Well, he ain't gonna get him. What's that? You heard me, mister. I don't know what you want him for, and I don't give a hoot. For two weeks, I've been riding the right dusty trail. I've been real anxious to get here. There's been times I went without grub and water both for it. So that being the case, ain't nobody gonna cheat me out of getting what I come for. Yes, what did you come for? To drill this coyote. Huh? He killed my paul. Oh, go on it, how could I? When I... When what? Oh, thunderation. No matter what I say, I'm in bad just as much the one way as the other. I'm arresting you on suspicion. Like fun, you are. Job Clark, you better go for your irons. I am nothing. Marshall, you ask for it. Take it. Hey, what are you doing? And you'd better follow him. Hey! I'm right now. Don't go and get off of me! I couldn't help it, he shoved me. Brill of poachers! Get up! Get up! Get up, brother! Get up! Now, we're just thinking, tender. One pal! There's Job Clark, one of the most fortunate men in the district, and he doesn't realize it. No worries. Except that he's worrying about what will become of his wrench when he's gone. Fire! Fire! It's true. What's up? Hold it, Tyler. Hold it. Hold it. Hold it. I wonder what he thinks is wrong now. He's certainly pressing that horse. Him right, he fasts. Something wrong, Job? Lenny! Where are you here? Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. What's the matter? Listen. Yes? My boy showed up. What's that? It's him all right. Ain't no doubt of it. Then he wasn't killed in that Indian attack. Couldn't have been. Job, I'm as glad as you are to hear it. Congratulations. Congratulations? The boy wants to drill me. What? He don't know I'm his pa. He thinks I'm really Job Clark. Then tell him the truth. But I can't. Why not? The United States Marshals at the ranch. But what? Somehow the law's got a notion my name's really Weaver. And if I admit I am, I'll be took east to hang. Do you insist your Job Clark, your own son will try to shoot you? Friend, what am I going to do? It's a problem. A problem? Masked man, it's a dog gone catastrophe. Come. Huh? We'll find a place to camp and talk this over. Come on. Get him up strong. Get up, boy. Get up. What do you think of what I've suggested, Job? Are you willing to try it? Well, it's a chance all right. You want to remember this. Huh? It isn't positive that you're Mark Weaver. He wanted to arrest and hold you merely on suspicion. Huh? Which means in turn that the lower back east can't be positive. If it had been, it would have written the Marshall to that effect. The Marshall would have made an outright accusation. I guess that's so. If the Marshall has given any excuse at all to believe that the authorities in the east were mistaken, he refused to arrest you. After all, it isn't his case. He won't be anxious to lay himself open to what may be a charge of false arrest just to please many he's never seen. Yeah. So we'll give him that excuse and more. You'll do exactly as I have told you. Friend, maybe you've got me wrong. I ain't questioning your scheme so much. Fact is I'm as certain as you are that it'll turn the trick. Then what's your objection? I just hate like sin to see you get in wrong and account to me. What are friends for? They can't help each other when help is needed, Job. The Marshall will think you're a crook. Which doesn't matter. Because once he'd seen this mask, he'd most likely believe that anyway. And that's all that's making you hesitate, Job. Forget it. Well, I'm a satisfied mask man if you are. And that's settled. Sada, how soon can you leave? Tonto go now. Immediately? No. But how about supplies? Get them on the way. Here's to. Very well. You should be back in about three weeks. Job and I will plan our own action accordingly. Tonto, hurry. We're depending on you, Kimosabi. We know you won't fail us. And you'll not be afraid. Get them up, Scout. Get them up. Get them up. Friend, this'll make the second time you've helped me out. Well? I'm just hoping there'll never have to be a third. Don't anticipate troubles, Job. You'll have enough as it is. Here's to me. Hey, you leaving too? I told you I'd have to find your son. Oh, yeah. It may as well be now as later. Wait for me, Job. I'll be back before nightfall. Right. Hold on, Silver. Hurry, old fellow. Hurry! Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Hey, your mask. Yes. What'd you stop me for? What do you want with me? Only to give you a message. What? You came here looking for Job Clark. How'd you know that? That's my business. You found him and he escaped. Say, you know where he is? I do. Where? You tell him, Mask Man, where? No. Why, you? Hey. Want to complete that draw, Mark? Really? Fast as lightning almost. Drop that gun back and listen to me. What'd you want to say? Just this. Don't waste time looking for Job. Because you won't find him until he's ready. Ready? Ready for what? When'll that be? In about three weeks. But don't you... In three weeks, he'll be at his ranch house. He'll be expecting you. Don't leave the district. You think I would before I finish what I come here for? I don't know. I'm just telling you. Well... But for the present, that's all I'm telling you. You'll have to be content with that. And how do I know he won't use them three weeks to get clean away? And give up his ranch? Everything he owns? Well... That doesn't make sense. Adios. Let's go, old fella. Hey, just a second. Come on. Come on, boy. Well, I'll wait. And if this is just a trick for Job to get away, I'll hunt him down again if it takes a year. Get up, boy. Get up. Get up, then. Mask Man, the three weeks are almost up. Ain't he just about time? Don't you think we ought to go through the rest of our scheme? Don't get impatient. But it's all over. Another day or two and Todd will be back. And then it'll be time to act. Marshal, what in tongue get you riding out to Job's place again today, first? You can go back to town if you want. You don't have to be along. My gosh. Ain't it plain enough that Job fled out? How long ago was he got away? It was on a Monday. This is Friday. It was just about three and a half weeks ago. Then he's gone. You can take my word for it. That's all I'm going out there for, is to make sure. Then I can write that fellow backies and tell him so. Well, you go. Pull up. What in? I'm Mask Man. I said pull up. You! Hold my hand. No, not this. I am. Stay around. This isn't where the Marshal is. Now you can't do that. Pull up your way. Don't shoot again. Business is with me, huh, Mask Man? What business or crook like you got? Out of that saddle. Look here, Mr. Huddle. Out of that saddle, Marshal, before I blast you out. You're wondering why I stopped you. I am. Has it occurred to you that I might be a friend of one of the men you sent to jail, Marshal? Snake Jensen. I won't say. You're a power to snakes. Perhaps. He sent you to get me. Turn around. Huh? Turn around and start walking toward that tree. Walk slowly. Don't try to make a break for it. I won't. You do like I... You're just looking for the chance to shoot me in the back. I know Snake and I know the breed of skunks he rides with. You do as I say, Marshal. And you'll take what's coming to you. Like thunder, I will. If you're going to drill me to it now, I'll... Good. You're asking for it? All right. All right, trigger, masked man. I'll send you the glory. Who? You... I heard what you said. You were going to drill the Marshal. Well, you can change your mind about that right now. If I finish him, it'll be as much to your advantage as to mine. Stay out of this. Don't move. I know the Marshal's been looking for you. I know he wants to jail you. Let me pull this trigger and... What the Marshal has against me can't be helped. But I ain't going to see nobody shot down without a chance. And it looks like a draw. I have the Marshal covered and you're covering me. And if you don't shoot, I won't. I don't see much choice. Job, thanks a heap. Gosh, I thought there for a second I was a goner for sure. That's all right, Marshal. Well, it hurts like anything to think that just the same, I'll have to jail you after this. Because you figure I'm that hombre you mentioned? Yeah. Just a second. Hi there, Mark. Come here. I'm coming. That's the fellow who was out to drill you the other day. Still aims to, but he's willing to put it off for a bit. Mark, tell the Marshal who you are. My name's Mark Weaver. You claim to be the hombre I'm after? Nope. He's that fellow's son. Oh. I can prove I am, Marshal. If you've got any doubts. I'll take your word for it. Hey. Well. But if this fellow was out to drill you, Job, for shooting his par, then it's sure as sin as since that you can't be the hombre I want. I thought you'd see the point. Don't go on, Job. I'm glad to learn that. Your back east must have been local. Must have been. And you can believe me, Job, just as soon as I get back to town I'm going to write and tell them so. Fine. I'll take this mask man along. You seem to forget, Marshal, that I still have you covered. Oh. I still got you covered, Mask Man. I tell you what. Let the Marshal go, now let you go. Fair enough. Very good. Go on, Marshal. Job, I owe you plenty and I won't forget it. Don't you worry about them fellas back east, none at all. I'll tell them they're clean off the trail. So long. Yeah. Well, Mask Man. Job, you played your part perfectly. Just one second. Yes. I helped you out and I got you off the Marshal's trail. But it wasn't to do you no favor. To save you for myself and I told you so at the time. I'll tell you. And now I'm settling with you. Hold on. Let go of me. Let go. Let me shoot this gun. I'll show you. Don't stop. Don't shoot. Father. What? How on Sunday did you get here? Me bring her. But I don't understand. Your father told me everything, son. You'll understand soon enough. Your father thought we were dead. He took Job's name. Oh, Mark, I never thought I'd see you again. Mark? Huh? Oh, me. So you used to be in called Job, honey. I didn't hardly know who you meant. Sarah, some mighty strange things have happened. But I reckon it won't take long to straighten them out again. I'm so happy, Mark. So happy. So am I, Sarah. And we've got just one fellow to thank. The Mask Man. Come on. So we'll get him up. Come on. I'll sell my home. I've just heard as a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated.