 A fiery horse with a speed of light, a clod of dust, and a ha-hee-ha-yo silver! The Lone Ranger! With his faithful Indian companion, Tonto, the daring and resourceful mast rider of the plains 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 hoofbeats of the Great Horse Silver! The Lone Ranger rides again! Come on, Silver! Sheriff Bailey sat in his dingy office talking to one of his deputies. It was noon on a hot day, and the little town of Crack Rock was quiet. Man alive, Joe. It sure is hot today. Every consort would take it easy, like, seeing as how we have much to do. Hey, something's happening outside. Yeah, come on. We're getting a bit of hurry, Chef. Hey, the mombie's riding away and look like Outlaw. Yeah, and they're riding away from in front of the bank. Let's get over there. And what happened here? Chef, you've got to do something. Now, Julius, calm down. Calm down. You were the killer in the bank. Now tell us what happened. Well, things were quiet in the bank. It'd be a noon time and all. I was counting out a shipment of new bills and some gold coins that come in by express. I wasn't paying much attention to anyone in the bank till I heard a voice of the window. It was an easy, drawlin' kind of voice. Business to attend to. See whether you're in just a few minutes, Stanger. Sorry, but I just can't wait. Me and the boys here are in sort of a hurry. Well, as soon as I get these bills cut. A gun. Seein' as how this here's a hold up, I figured I might need it. Push out those nice new bills and gold coins and do it fast. You can shove them right into this open bag I'm holdin' up the window with my left hand. Come on. All right. Yeah, I'm sure. You want to get out of here? Somebody should've come and see. You see them three hombres leaned against the wall? Friends of mine find shots. Julius, I'm going to lunch. Hey. What's going on? It's a hold up. Watch out, Mr. Ward. Hold up! Help! Help! You see what I mean, mister? The boys are awful good shots. So long. Then they run out of the bank and jump out of their rocks. I guess you know the rest. They all had bandanas over part of their faces. What about Mr. Ward? He's dead, Sheriff. They got away with $10,000 in cash. You've got to do something right away. From what you tell me, I'd say that leader with the droll and voice was Tennessee Moody. What? I got a handbill on him. Holy cow, Tennessee Moody. He and that gang of his are mean. Somebody go get the coroner to come over. The rest of you get your horses. You form a paucine, go after them killers before the trail gets cold. And you can count me out, Sheriff. Yeah, me too. I'm not chasing that, Aubrey. Them gunslingers are too good, Sheriff. Oh, if you're all that scared, stay here. I'll get another deputy or two and we'll go after them. Come on, Joe. Late that afternoon, the Lone Ranger and Tato, who had ridden far north to Prescott in the Arizona territory on an army mission, were making the return trip to Texas. They reached the hills on the outskirts of Craig Rock and made camp for the night. Tato inspected their supplies, then spoke. Kimusavi, we need supplies. Not have much left. Well, we can get some supplies in the town of Craig Rock. And you want me to go to Craig Rock now? Oh, we'll both go, Tato. But before I ride in the town, I'll remove my mask and fix the disguise. I'm not known at all up in this territory and can't take any chances. That's right. Kimusavi, you remember you say maybe Badland Pete, who escaped from prison months ago, come to this territory. Yes, I was hoping we might pick up his trail while we're on this trip. Maybe him grow beard looked different. Well, I've thought of it. With him around town, him recognize voice alone, Ranger. That's so. Well, after I fix my disguise, I'll remember to change my voice when I get to town. That'd be good. Help me with my disguise, Tato. Then we can get to town before darkness sets in. Ah. About an hour later, the lone Ranger and Tato rained up in front of the general store in town. Oh, sir. Come on, Tato. Howdy, stranger. What can I do for you? Good evening. I have a list telling what I want, mister. We come back to get them a little later. Then here's the list. And you sure are laying in a stalk of beetles, it seems, like? I reckon it won't be more than we'll need for training. It's a mighty long ride from here. Yes, that's right, mister. Fixing to go on a trip southward, huh? Well, I haven't seen you with the Indian around here before. Oh, have I? Nope, but don't reckon you have, mister. Seeing as how we're just passing through. How soon will you have the supplies ready? It won't take too long. Maybe we'd better just wait around while you get them together. We'll get them together. Well, now, maybe you better know it, stranger. Take a little while to fill this order. Got something else to get done first. Come back in about a half an hour or so. That suits me fine. We'll go over Yonder to the cafe to pass the time. Come along, Tato. Ah, welcome. Hey, Jay, come here quick. What's the matter? That army that just went out. Didn't you notice him? Not too close. Why? The bank said that outlaw, Tennessee Moody, was tall and well built and spoke with a draw, you remember? Yeah, that's right. Well, I'm positive that that army that just went out is Tennessee Moody. He talked with a draw, you saw how he looked. Yes, yes, I did. He said him and that Indian with him were just passing through, and they ordered supplies to last him on a ride south into Texas. They'll be back here in half an hour. We're not going to see if the sheriff and the party have come back yet. Now, hurry. I sure will. It'll be a chance to catch Tennessee Moody without his gang being with him for protection. I'll run right over there now. Jake hurriedly left the general's store, and a few minutes later, he entered the sheriff's office. Hi, Jake. What's up? Got it, Sheriff. I'm glad you're here. We just got back. Come in the back door. We lost a tray of those outlaws. That's right. They're plenty smart. You've got a chance to catch Tennessee Moody right now, Sheriff. What do you mean? An army entering his description, walks with a slow drawl, just come into the store and get supplies. Right day. He left in order, and he's coming back to pick up the stuff. He had an Indian with him. I came to get you, so maybe you can catch him while he's here in town without his gang. But if he is Tennessee Moody and we grab him, we'll never get the rest of that gang, Sheriff. That's right. Joe, you and Jake ease around town and pass the word. Get as many men together as you can. What for? Tell them to be ready to ride with me and my deputies as soon as that army leaves town. We'll get a look at them when him and the Indian come to pick up their supplies. We'll follow them with a big posse to their camp and grab the whole gang. I'll get moving and have the men ready to ride. Twenty minutes later, the Lone Ranger and Tonto went to the store and got their packages. They carried them out and stood packing them into the saddlebags. As they stowed the supplies away, the Lone Ranger spoke to Tonto in a low voice. He knows how quiet everyone was when we were waiting for the supplies, Tonto. He noticed. The storekeeper, him not saying much, acted pretty strange. He kept looking at back rooms, didn't he? Easy, soldier. They're a little carry-all right. They're being watched on all sides right now. I don't understand it, Tonto. I feel a tension in the air that I don't like. Not good. Me ready now. Easy, sir. Easy. Come on, sir. As the Lone Ranger and Tonto rode leisurely out of town, the sheriff, who had come from the back room of the store and stood in the window with others watching, turned and spoke. I feel sure that's Tennessee Moodio, right? It's him, Sheriff. You can bet on it. It tallies with a description in that hand, Bill. He has that slow drawl that Julia spoke out, too. I noticed he had paid you with a gold piece. Yeah, him and that Indian sure have fine horses. They must have stolen them someplace. Well, I guess the posse is waiting around and ready to ride out back. Well, good luck, Sheriff. Hope you grab the gang. You better watch out for an ambush, Sheriff. I don't think he suspects anything. Joe got together a big posse. And before many hours go by, I feel sure we'll round up that outlaw gang once and for all. The more I think about it, the more I wonder about the suspicious attitude of the men back in Craig Rock. Why do you think the man... Wait, Musami. I can't think of anything we might have done to arouse their suspicion. There are quite a number of horses at the hitch-racks in town when we arrived. I noticed when we left that most of them were gone. That's right. Could be that they were waiting for us to ride out of town so they could follow us. Why them do that? I don't know. They had the feeling that they might. Do you think it's safe for us to go back to camp? I don't know. Will you stop behind those boulders just to head tunnel and watch the trail for a while? If they are being followed, I'd like to know it. Come on. Pulling in behind the large boulders, the Lone Ranger and Tonto sat in their saddles for about five minutes, waiting and watching the trail. Well, so far no one has appeared, Tonto. If they're coming, it seems like they'll be along by now. Yes. At least over. I think it's over here or something. Ah, him looking down trail. Look, Kimosabi. Can you see cloud of dust? Look like many riders coming. Yes, you're right, Tonto. I can't make them out yet. And soon come past boulders. That looked like big posse. Yes. I'm sure they're following our trail. That's strange. You see him now, following in front where Sheriff badge. Sheriff and a posse. You left the trail here and drove over for those big boulders. Watch out for that one, Sheriff. It's funny me, you know. All your gunsmen have spread out in a semi-circle. You're right toward those boulders. All right, let's go. What we do, Kimosabi, we'll have to act fast. Hold your fire, Sheriff. We'll come out to talk to you. All right. Oh, do you come out here with your hands up? All right, Tonto, we'll do as he says. All right, Sheriff. We're coming out now. Come on, Silver. Come on, Silver. Now, don't make a move, either of you. Lucky for you, Tennessee, that you decided to give up so quick. We're out to get you dead or alive. But there must be some mistake, Sheriff. My name ain't Tennessee Moody. What? In fact, I never heard of anyone by that name. You get it all the time. I'm just trying to bluff out of it. I got a handbill that described you to a team. You and your gang robbed the Krag Rock Bank and killed the bank of this noom. You made the mistake of coming into town with that draw of yours and buying supplies. I assume that draw for a purpose, Sheriff. Listen to him. I'm speaking now in my natural voice. You're smarter than I thought, Tennessee, than using the draw of the fool, people. But you should have dropped it when you come for them supplies this afternoon. We're taking you back and you'll hang for murder, both of you. 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. All to continue our story. Suspecting that they might be followed, the Lone Ranger and Tutto pulled off the trail and waited behind some large boulders. Soon, the sheriff and the posse came along and learning from the tracks that the two were hiding nearby started toward the boulders in a semicircle, shooting as they went. The Lone Ranger, playing for time, called out and then he and Tutto came out to face the posse. In spite of the Lone Ranger's denial, the sheriff was certain he was Tennessee Moody and told them the posse was taking them back to town and that they'd hang for murder. Well, I keep him covered. Somebody take his gun. Just a minute, Sheriff. I want to show you something that will prove to you I'm not Tennessee Moody. If you move your hand near one of them guns, I'll... I just want to reach into my shirt pocket. All right. Go ahead. Watch him, Sheriff. First, I'll put this on. A black mask. That's more proof to show an outlaw. But I'm not an outlaw. Now, look at this. Come on, sir. A bullet. A silver bullet. That's right. It is silver. But that doesn't prove anything to me. If you want to use expensive bullets like that, it's up to you. You not hear a mask man who rides white stallion and carries silver bullets? Nope. Any reason why I should have? All I know is that Tennessee Moody is a bad hombre who pulls all sorts of tricks. This is just another trick to try to gain time, I reckon. Then he's expecting his gain. Yeah, let's get going with these folks, Sheriff. Come here and take his guns, Joe. As the sheriff spoke, the lone ranger noticed that his eyes momentarily glanced toward his deputy, Joe. Acting quickly before anyone could sense what he was doing, the masked man who had moved alongside the sheriff to show him the silver bullet suddenly drew one of his guns and jabbing it into the sheriff's side, spoke firmly. Drop your gun. Drop it. What the... If anyone moves, I'll have to shoot. Yes, I have to. Order your men to ride back up the trail. Go ahead if you want to live. Oh, by a thunder, I won't. You'll kill if we don't, Sheriff. Come on, man, we better do like you said. Wait, you fools! You'll kill me anyway, even if you do what he said. Let them go, Sheriff. I don't intend to kill you. That's right. I'll see you here, Tennessee Moody. I told you I'm not Tennessee Moody. You're hardly convinced. This is the only way. Men far enough away now, Kimethunny. Good enough. All right, Sheriff. You can ride after them. After we leave, you can come back here and get your gun. I get going. We'll meet again. And next time, you won't pull any of your tricks. I'll see to that. Get up there! Come on. All right, Tunnel. Let's get going and fast. Come on, Tennessee! Come on, Tunnel! Riding at breakneck speed, the mask man and Indian raced along the trail with the sheriff and his posse and full chase behind them. Fortunately, the distance between the fleeing men and the posse was enough to make the posse's shots ineffective. But the lone ranger knew that he had to do something drastic to get the sheriff and posse off their trail. He urged the great stallion, Silver, to greater speed. Come on, Tunnel! Fasten it for them off the trail! Rounding a bend in the trail, the two men were out of sight of the posse momentarily. The lone ranger called out to Tutto. Hello. Swing the ride off the trail. That deep, rocky ravine to right. It's six, seven feet cross. It big jump for horses. We'll have to chase it. Come on, Tunnel! Get him off the scout. Rebeen just ahead, Kimmasavi. Yes, get ready for it! Up, still up! Scout! We made it! Passing unable to cross, Rebeen. We'd be able to lose him now. Come on, Tunnel! Get him off the scout! The lone ranger and Tutto continued to race on for two or three miles. Then they rained off. Hosell, Rebeen. Easy, easy. We've lost him by now, Tutto. It's narrow escape, Kimmasavi. I still think you aren't law named Tennessee Moody. Yes, I know. Then not here a lone ranger around here, it seem like. Then he raked the sheriff didn't react to the silver bullet I showed him. It's night time now. But they're bright full moon. What we do, go back to camp, maybe? We'll find some other place to camp, Tutto. The party may have discovered our campsite back along the trail. And that's right. Hosell, Hosell! Hosell, help, Tutto. Help, Tutto. Bullet come from left. Must be in the Roy over there. They know what insight. Reach both here. Do as he says, Tutto. Indian. And they're heading right toward our camp. You must be Tennessee Moody. I've heard about that droll of yours. I'm Tennessee Moody all right enough. What I want to know is who are you? What's the idea of poaching on our territory? My name doesn't matter, Tennessee. As a matter of fact, my friend and I just out rode a posse. A posse, eh? What'd you do? Frankly, they mistook me for you. Everybody knows me by the way I talk. They heard that voice of yours. They'd know you want me right off, mister. Well, that's just it. I went to town and got supplies. And I changed my voice in the store. I reckon being about your size and talking like this is the reason for what they thought. What do you know? He is built like a Tennessee. And talking like that, even if I could mistake him for you, if I didn't know you so well. I was hoping I might be able to find you, Moody. What would be your reason for wanting to meet up with me, mister? Maybe to join up with your gang. It could be reasonable enough. Well, how much longer are you going to hold that gun on us? Well, now I guess you can put your hands down and be comfortable. I could use a couple of good men. I can see you don't scare easy. That's right. I don't. Of course, for the time being, you'll both be sought on probation to your work a job with this and prove yourself. That's all right with us. Am I right? I might as well warn you that men will be suspicious of you for a while. So don't go pulling anything funny. One of them decides an ombre can't be trusted. They don't hesitate to put a slug into them. I understand, Tennessee. We'll both be careful. All right, then. Come on, we'll take you to our camp. Get a bag. Come on, get a bag. After riding hard for half an hour, the outlaws led the Lone Ranger and Tato into a small valley where there were two shacks which they used for a hideout camp. The outlaw, Bill, took the horses to a lean-to out back. Then he went to one of the shacks to rest. Tennessee took the Lone Ranger and Tato into his own shack. You can bunk in here with me, mister. I reckon the Indian will want to roll up in his blanket outside. That's right. Well, thanks, Tennessee. Oh, where are the rest of your men? Well, there are just two more beside Bill and me. Oh? The other two, Tex and Blackie went to Farville west of here to line up a job for us. They'll be back soon, I reckon. Sit down, mister. Oh, thanks. I guess maybe you'll enjoy hearing about how easy we pulled that bank job in Krag Rock today. Yes. Tell me about it. Well, we started at noon. Everything was quiet in town. Then the four of us rode in slow like and drew rain up before the bank. As Tennessee started to tell about the bank robbery, Tato walked back and stood in the shadows. Unabserved by Tennessee, the Lone Ranger moved his hands, forming words in Indian sign language that Tato understood. Though the masked man didn't take his eyes off Tennessee, he knew that Tato would be watching. We wound up Bronx and Hightail it out of town before anybody seemed to catch on to what had happened. You had things well planned? Yep, we sure did. Well, need go now. Get blanket. Get sleep. All right, Tato. Good night. Good night. Until we're sure about you, I'm not letting you and that Indian friend of yours get together to do any talking, mister. I gotta play safe. That's all right with me, Tennessee. Well, I think I'll rest in one of the bunks until the two men you want me to meet get here. Sure, go right ahead. Thanks. I'll play a game of solitaire till Tex and Blackie come back. Then I'll wake you up to meet him. It was almost two hours later that the Lone Ranger heard the door open and sat up in time to see Bill enter the shack. Hey, Tennessee, Tex and Blackie just got back. Did you tell them to come in here? Yeah, but they found out something when they went to the lean tool to put up their Bronx. What? Well, first, the Indian's horse is gone. Are you sure? Maybe Tonto just went for a short ride. I don't save you an Indian riding around at night for pleasure when he's in a saddle most of the day, mister. That isn't all, Tennessee. Tex looked over that white stallion out there. Says he knows of a mask ombre who rides one like it in Texas. A mask ombre who carries silver bullets and is on the side of the law. He's called the Lone Ranger. Don't move, mister. I want to have a look at one of the bullets in your gun belt. This mask ombre has silver bullets. Then he must be the one that Tex is talking about. He must be that Lone Ranger who's on the side of the law. All right, mister, speak up. Is that who you are? What of it? So you admit it, huh? I'll reckon you know you won't get out of this shag alive. Well, I think I will. As Tennessee stood in front of him holding a gun, the Lone Ranger suddenly dropped his arm, grabbing Tennessee's wrist and twisting the outlaw around in front of him. Let go. Drop that gun. Hey, with him holding you that way, I can't shoot you. This will set a view. No, my man. I'll get you for this. I'll get you. This will shut you up. Let him have a text. I sure will. No, you won't. We caught this one outside. From the past. They caught Blackie. You all right? He must have eaten. Yes, Tutto. I was afraid you couldn't convince the sheriff. Got here just in time. The Indian come to my office. We were going to hold him till he showed us a letter he brought from your saddlebag. You know, the one the general of Texas gave you is identification to the command and officer at Fort Prescott. Sorry he didn't show me that when we first met, mister. I didn't think he would do any good then, sheriff. Well, here at Tennessee Moody and his men, I guess you and the posse can handle them. Oh, he sure can. And thanks for capturing them for us. We left our horses back aways and come along on foot, so they wouldn't hear us. Good enough. I don't know how to go now. How do you? How do you miss it? He didn't tell us what that letter said, sheriff. Yeah. Who is that masked man, anyhow? The letter signed by the general said a masked man riding a big white stadion and carrying silver bullets was on a mission for the army and could be trusted, absolutely. And it said... Where I come from, down in Texas, everybody knows who that ombre is. Tennessee made the same mistake lots of other alhoots make. Lots of sheriffs, too. They think that masked ombre is another outlaw, but they soon find out that he's the toughest ombre on the side of the law, the Lone Ranger. This is a feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated, created and produced by George W. Trendle, directed by Charles D. Livingston, and edited by Fran Stryker. The part of the Lone Ranger is played by Brace Beamer.