 the speed of light, the cloud of dust, and a hearty high old silver, the Lone Ranger. Transcontinental Railroad was one of the most important steps in the winning of the West. The railroad was of prime importance to the future of the country, but powerful forces, cattlemen, stagecoach lines, and steamship companies opposed it. Outlaw opposition sprang up, and the Lone Ranger was commissioned by the President to lead the fight against the enemies of progress. Return with us now to those thrilling days of yesteryear. From out of the past come the thundering hoofbeat to the great horse, Silver. The Lone Ranger rides again. From the whole West, from the Mississippi to the Golden Gate, was a town without a name. Day and night, the rattle of gunshots banged away. The thunder of hoops and the shalps and yells of husky working men on the spree made a roar louder than a river in flood. What was more, this town never stayed in the same place for very long. For days, a week, sometimes two weeks. Then the buildings were knocked down, taken to another location, and nothing remained to mark the previous site, but a few crude crosses over the graves of men who had been quick to anger, but not quick enough on the draw, who had gone down before the flaming guns of a faster opponent. The only name this town had was End of Track. End of Track. Colonel Parkman, this time there are six graves. One for each day the town was located here. Yes, Miss Barclay. The tracks have moved 50 miles further west, and so has the town. Can't something be done about these deaths? Building a railroad is a job for men, Miss Barclay. When gangs of men work hard all day, laying rails or making grades, they, well, they just naturally have to break loose at night. But six, it's getting worse. Yes, it is. What about the soldiers who are detailed to police the railroad? Can't you assign more of them to the End of Track? I wish I could, Joan. But why not? Well, look west there along the rails. What do you see? I see the rails and the men working, and the work trains carrying ties and rails and tools. And beyond it, the rolling planes fading into the horizon. And what's hidden behind those hills? What's hidden? Danger, Joan. I see danger hidden beyond those hills. Indians outlaws. Settlers who resent the coming of the iron horse. There's trouble in the town at the end of the track, but there's more trouble out there, and that's where the soldiers are. All of them? Miss Barclay, if I could get twice as many, that still wouldn't be enough. I've telegraphed Washington over and over, but so... I see, Colonel. Well, then the town... Well, I, I've appointed a marshal to run the gambling element out of town. That's all I can do. And I can't stay here any longer. I've got to go up and look at construction at the end of the track. Colonel, do you mind if I stay here? I know I'm your secretary, but I... You're supposed to be my secretary, Miss Barclay. I know very well that you're working for the government. Colonel. Oh, it's all right. No one around to hear me. Your work for me is just a front to fool the rest. But I ask no questions, Miss Barclay. We're both trying to build the railroad. And that's that. Now, if you'll excuse me... Colonel, who have you appointed as marshal? Jeff Costa. Jeff? Oh... I hope he works out. Adios, Miss Barclay. Yes. Adios, Colonel. Jeff Costa. You must hurry. Hello, that's Miss Barclay. Look, up near to the street. Come on, Silver. Get him out of the scouts. Hurry! Steady, steady, steady. He's going to open the hole. Open the hole. Look, look, look, the ridge. Mask, man. You're just the one I was hoping to see. Where's the end of track, Miss Barclay? Hold up stakes this morning. It's 50 miles west at Powder Creek. There have been a lot of shooting scrapes lately. Oh, then you've noticed. Yes. Six men buried. Colonel Parkman can't spare any soldiers to clean up the town. He's appointed a marshal. What marshal's name? Just a moment, Hutto. Miss Barclay. Hutto and I think that there's an organized ban behind all this. Stirring up trouble wherever possible. I'm sure of that, too. The same ban that's trying to prevent the building of the railroad in other ways, like Indian raids, buffalo stampede across the grade, fire, pay cash robbery. The railroad must go through. The country needs it. It will go through. But, uh, well, Tunnel and I have a good idea who's behind this trouble in the towns. You have? Before the shacks were set up here, end of track was at the West Platte, wasn't it? Yes. We were there this morning. This morning? But that's 50 miles back along the track. You travel fast. Silver and scout can cover the ground. Anyway, we searched the ground there and... I'll wager you found plenty of empty gun shells. We found something else. Ah, me got a saddlebag. You wait. Here. Here. This is what we find. Oh, it's... it's a spur. That's right. An iron spur, Miss Barkley. The iron spur, then... That's right. That's what's behind the trouble at the end of track. The band of the iron spur. Now, tell us, who is the Marshal? His name is... Jeff Costa. You're Jeff Costa. Howdy, Mr. Costa. Howdy. You always would put the horses in the crowd. Should we mosey and sad and talk? I reckon we can talk, yeah. Sure. The Mars from the railroad. I hope my gang didn't make too much a ruckus of putty-crick. No, no. Burned down a few shacks, wounded a railroad for me. Oh, that's too bad. Yeah, ain't it. And as you've been appointed Marshal to preserve law and order for the railroad, you just topped on your horse and chased him, didn't you? Hold by yourself. Yep. When I get back, I'll let it be known that I follow the trail for 20 miles and then lost it. And nobody will say that she'd just use that as an alibi to get out here and talk to me, huh? Right? Right. You know, it's a pleasure to do business with a sensible gent like you, Costa. Likewise, Kilgrove. And now a little matter of payment. You spoke to Deverey? He approached me way back at the plat. That was when Colonel Parkman gave the job, huh? Yeah. The way I got the deal, Kilgrove, I'm to do all I can to help you rip them towns wide open. And I will, providing you pay me enough. Keena, I get plenty of cash. Here. Here's 20 double eagles. How's that for down payment? 400 cash. Mr. I'm your man. From now on... From now on, I just act like a Marshal. I stop all kinds of scrapes. Unless... Yeah, unless you get the sound of the iron spur. Now, you better head back to put a quick pro on it. Sure will. Come here, horse. How do yours, Kilgrove? How do yours, Costy? I'll be sending Deverey into Potter Creek. So, uh, be watching for him, Samy. Teddy Silver's Teddy. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. Well, Sado, here we are. This is the end of the trek, Potter Creek. Ah, town lighted up like prairie fire. Yeah, you won't be noticed, Sado. Neither will I, now that I'm disguised. Am I right? We'll wander around separately, Kimo Sabe. Keep your eyes open for Costy. Hmm, Marshal. Yes, he's around somewhere. Me here, man, talk this afternoon. Him say, Costa chased band out of town. It doesn't fit in with what we know about Costa, Tonto. Although we can't prove any of it. Uh, him, plenty shady. He's known as a gunfighter. Well, his job requires a gunfighter, but there are two kinds, Tonto. Some good, some bad. Ah, well, what we do with Silver and Scout? Take them with us. Oh, but Kim's not... There are plenty of hitching rails. If there's any trouble, we may want to ride fast and far. Now, remember, we're looking for Costa. Come on, Silver. Get him up, Scout. This happens, I'm fine. Well, maybe so, but there's no need to race a roof. Colonel Parkman authorized me to preserve law and order in this town. I aim to handle him on my own way. Any of you ombreses want to use guns? Now, you keep your shirt on, Marshal. Just cool down. That's better. Got a nice word, Costa. Huh? You recall me? Steve. Oh, yeah, yeah, howdy, howdy. I reckon we can stand at the bar here and talk. Everybody else is keeping their distance. Sure. You look like we're having a social drink. Joe Gruz sent you down with a message? Yeah, three nights from now, Costa. You arranged to be out of town, Savvy? Yeah. Get some excuse. Just be going up to Sundown. You're planning something? Yep, something big, Costa. As long as the Marshal ain't around. Hi, Savvy. Then whatever happens, I won't get blamed. Kino, I'll be heading out of Powder Creek before sundown. Three nights. Oh, you're cutting-headed fool. Sorry. I didn't mean to bump into you. Sorry, Mr. Why, I don't want to ring you. Who is that ombre? He's a big fellow, ain't he? I don't know. But he bumped into me deliberate. You're wearing two guns, Costa. I know where I'm six feet under. Hey, what are you aiming to do? Deaver, I figure this is a good chance to show all these railroad gangs that I'm top man when it comes to gunplay. Yeah, that ain't a bad idea, but... But what? This gent looks like he can handle himself plenty good. Look, suppose and I go around the other side and I'm ready to draw. And we got him whipped so hard. No, no, no. No need for that. Besides, it won't look right to these men here. If there's any trouble, then you start shooting. But there won't be. Suit yourself. Yeah. You, Mr. Welcome to me. I'm looking at you, aren't I? Unhitch that gun belt, Mr. Hello. I'm the marshal here and I don't want anybody to... There are a lot of others wearing guns, Marshal. If I single me out. You're a stranger and I don't like your looks. That's why. Well, that makes us even. I don't like your looks either. Yeah, you'd better stop laughing. Mr. Are you going to shut those guns or do I have to make him? As long as there's no law about it, I reckon you'll have to make me, Marshal. What's that? Well, I'm not looking for a fight. Mr. You'd better draw. I told you I wasn't looking for a fight. Well, I am. Reach. Well, if you want that, I will. Oh, I should read that. He shot the gun right out of the marshal's hand. He shot the marshal. He's a gunman. Get him, boys. He's an outlaw. Shoot. But, bartender, let's go. Here they come. Well, silver. Costa picked a fight with me. Him not know you, lone ranger, huh? He was showing off in front of the railroad men, but it didn't work. You shoot guns from his hand? Yes. And a man named Dever started shooting wild. I didn't want anyone to be hurt, so I shot out the lamp and left in the darkness. You'll not learn anything, huh? Something's going to happen three nights from tonight, Otto. Huh? I heard Dever and Costa whispering three nights from tonight in Potter Creek. But just what's going to happen, I'm not sure. Maybe it's not important. It's very important. I could tell them the way they said it. How do? Whatever it is, they've got to find out. 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. It was nearly dawn when a rider galloped across the hills to the hideout of the iron spur and jumped off his tired horse. Killed Guruji. Well, uh... What the... Oh, I figured you'd be sleeping. Edgy Kemen, the way you whipped up your horse sounds like trouble. Yeah, yeah, there's plenty of trouble. Is it that Costa Rumbrae that he turned a weasel on me? No, it wasn't Costa. He's going through with it like you said. All right then, speak up. What are you shakin' for? It was a shooting scrape and Potter Crick. He'll grew. Stranger wanted him with two guns strapped low. Costa figured I'm facing him down to show off. Tell me after giving Costa $400 he's dead. No. Oh, Stranger's dead, eh? Well, whatever it is, what do Mrs. May have? The stranger ain't dead at all. He shot the guns right out of Costa's hands. Then when I tried to get him, he shot the lamp in Van Moest. Of course, that Humbrae was riding a white horse. Yeah. I didn't recognize him in the cafe. He was disguised. But he was the lone ranger. Hello? You're local. He wears a mask. It was him I tell you. I know that white's tally in any place. So, a lone ranger, eh? You heard me and Costa talking. We're getting into savvy, David. The lone ranger's on to us. That's not good. Maybe we'd better change our plans and... How much did he know? He passed right by while we were setting the time. Three nights more? Yeah. He'll grew. We'd better change our plans. We better... All right, good if you know. I got it. Hmm? Just him and the engine. The iron spurs got more than 20 and all of them dead shots. Maybe we can fix things. Says we'll get the lone ranger at the same time we shoot down those railroad workers. Yeah, that engine goes into town pretty often. Now, listen close, D.B. We're going to send a note. Ignize it, too. There's a tunnel coming back from town. It's traveling fast. Hi! Hi! Oscar, hold on, hold on, hold on. What is a tunnel? Nothing happening in town? Uh, a punto get note. A note? Uh, me not know who put note on Saddlehorn. There plenty men. He'd be crowd in town. Here, you read it. It's too dark to see plainly. Oh, you wait. Here. And me hold flame and stick so you see. There will be trouble at Powder Creek Friday night just before moon rise. Huh? Just before moon rise. Be at the bend of the creek south of the track. You can capture the outlaws of the iron spur. Hello. He must hubby. You think note from girl, huh? Friday night. Today is, will be Wednesday. Miss Barclay, plenty smart. She find out what iron spur plan to do. This fits in with what I heard custom. D. We're discussing. Not heap good. Moon rise that night at 11 o'clock. We be near creek then, huh? We save railroad. Bradford! Hey, Bradford! 100 yards in the office freak car. Miss Barclay's with him. Kino, come along. Huh? You ain't deaf. I said come along. I want to talk to the colonel. I want you with me. I'm a foreman, Oscar. There's a railroad to be built. Tracks to be put out. Your men can work for 10 minutes without you. Come on, I got something to tell. Doing right well, Miss Barclay. 12 miles of track yesterday. I said we're doing... Oh, I'm sorry, Colonel. I wasn't listening. Still fretting about trouble at end of track? There was a shooting scrape at Powder Creek night before last. No one was even wounded. I think I made a good choice in Jeff Coster. He'll keep him tamed down. Will he? He's a good man. Oh, I know you've got your own ideas. You're a government agent. You have your own ways of getting information and your own content. Come in! Power with you for a couple of minutes? Yes. Come in, Coster. Come along, Bradford. Howdy, Miss Barclay. Howdy, Colonel. How to be out bossing the gang with Coster dragging me along. I suppose he has his reasons. Reckon I have, ma'am. Colonel, today's Thursday. Tomorrow night, Powder Creek will be roaring with men spending their pay. Yes, naturally. I won't be around, Colonel. What's this, Coster? Are you telling me you're quitting? Oh, no, no, no, sir. Nothing like that. But I think I've got a lead on the hombre who killed a couple of railroad men back at the West Platinum. The Iron Spur. What's that, Miss Barclay? You know about the Iron Spur? It was their work, wasn't it? I, uh... I think so. Only how did you know? Shots, Marshal. We've been having trouble all along the rails with that Iron Spur outfit. Anytime anything goes wrong, we blame the Iron Spur. Oh, yeah, yeah. Reckon that so. For a second, I figured maybe, uh... maybe Miss Barclay had some special information. We're wasting time. Get on with it, Coster. Yes, sir. The reason I asked Bradford here to mosey in with me is that, uh... I figure he can take over my job for the night. Me? Act as Marshal? Well, somebody's got to. But I'm no gunfighter. I can shoot well enough. Well, the men respect you, don't they? That's right, Bradford. As long as Coster's got a go, you're the best man. There shouldn't be any trouble. You can keep him calm down, Bill. Well, I reckon I can prevent any real ruckus if that's what you mean. Fine, and it's all settled. Just be sure you give Bradford your badge before we take up this trail, Coster. Yes, sir, Colonel. I'll give it to him tomorrow night. You'll make it a point to be in part of Creek before nightfall, Bradford? Before nightfall. I'll be there, Marshal. Quite everybody. It's a horse caliber this way. Yeah, that ought to be Coster. I was too direct to tell for certain. Keep your guns handy. You're supposed to meet us here. Keep your guns handy. He's a boy, so it's him. Howdy, Coster. Howdy. That's all said, Kilgrew. I'm out of part of Creek with my alibi. You and your men can go in and rip the town wide open. You know... All right, Jets, get the run. All right. Reagan, you've been wondering why I had you put on railroad workers' clothes instead of your own regular outfits. Yeah, yeah. Well, here's the reason. Little before moonrise, we're riding to part of Creek. We'll ground-hitch our horses, back to the Shacks, and wander and mingle with the railroad gangs. We'll have our guns. Jets, as soon as the moonrise is clear of the horizon, we'll start pumping lead at every railroad man in sight. What's a fat Kilgrew? There's a hundred of them in town. Fine. But does they go to work on you? That's just it, Coster. That's why we dress just like them. Huh? Don't you see? It looked like a general scrape-buster loose. All those railroad men are divided up into working gangs. They're all jealous of each other. They'll start battling among themselves. The track layers against the grading crews, the supply men against the pay crew, everybody. It'll be a ride. Little smashes buildings that fire the supplies, rip up the rails. Yeah. When we get through with part of Creek, they'll have to start all over again. That is heavy. Yeah, sure. All right, John, please. Time to travel. Follow me. What about you, Dever? Dever, ain't she going along? Not just yet, Coster. You and me got a special job to do. Special job, like... What's that? You and me? Me? Sure. You don't think you're getting paid just to wander out of town, do you? You recollect that ombre who shot the guns out of your hands? Yeah, well, that was a lone ranger. A lone ranger? Yeah, I spotted his horse. Coster, I sent him a note. You don't know who it's from. A note telling him and the engine to be at the south bend of part of Creek before moonrise. You ought to be there now, waiting. Put spurs to your horse, Coster. You and me, you're going to drag Gulch to the lone ranger. There is that. There, yeah. You can see him clear. Outland against the rise. That's him, all right. Yeah, they can make him out. Setting on their horses. Take the engine. I'll cut down the mass, man. We're about 50 feet away. We can't miss up with these rifles. Throw your beat, Coster. Yeah, any time now. Now. Teefer, we got him. Not to clean up the horse. You know, cut and run, Coster. You go your way. I'm hitting for the town. We just have time to walk in the town. Follow me. Horse! You made it first, Teefer. Yeah, we got him. Both of them. Certains, you'll shot him right off their horses. All right, gents. Looks like we're going to be lucky all the way. We'll spread out. Some of us go into the cafe. The rest get around. And as soon as the moon clears the horizon. Like nature, I can see the moon for the winter, Teefer. It's almost clear now. You get the lantern, Wally. Yeah. The rest of you watch me. Shoot as soon as I do. Yeah, but sure is a nice, peaceful evening. A couple of seconds, Teefer. And we... What the... A little tunnel right to the door. Make some ass. Coster's paying. Coster, but... You didn't drag out, Teefer. I knew that note was a trap. Well, and I were hiding in the brush. What you shot were figures made of wood and propped up in the saddles. Uh-huh. That's right. Coster, him and Colonel Parkman's office now. Him tied up good. As for the rest of the men? Teefer, it's a railroad track. That's what you think. Colonel Parkman's men, capturing the rest of your band outside. Well, you won't get us alive. He's reaching for a gun. Look out! You're asking for trouble, Teefer. You haven't got a chance. Yes, sir, Mr.... Mr. Hyne of that masked man hadn't warned you. There'd have been more graves than we got railroad tracks. But as it was, we cleaned them up and put them under arrest. So I see, Bill. Oh, you haven't. You just think you've got us all. We're only part of the Iron Spur. You didn't get... Didn't get who? Never mind. He means the leader of the Iron Spur. An outlaw named Kilgrew. How'd you know who... Never mind. Kilgrew got away in the darkness. But no matter how far he goes or how long it takes, the masked men and tunnel will... Oh, listen. There they go. There they go on the trail of Kilgrew. Listen, Dever, listen. That's the Lone Ranger. You have just heard is a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated.