 horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust and a hearty high old silver, the lone ranger. It was a routine day in Smith Corners. The village drows in the hot sunshine, but shortly afternoon a herd of cattle appeared in the distance. Caleb West saw it as the longhorns drew near the outskirts of town and... I wonder where that stock's coming from? You any idea, Sheriff? No. I didn't know of any ranch located north of here. Downright odd. Hey, Sheriff, ain't that the Bar Jay brand on some of them? My darn, Caleb. That's what it looks to be. Bar Jay sure enough. And that's the Bar Jay Doolab. Some there. Bar Jay ain't no cattle to bring here now. Oh, Blake was robbed a few... Caleb! That there's the cattle that was stolen from Blake. I'm gonna have a talk with that mongraiser to point right in there. Look out, Sheriff. Hey, what? That's Stampede that cattle. Hey, your brave boos, stop that soup. That's the Sheriff. Let him have a couple. That's Pete Broden. Stand where you... Sheriff. Sheriff. Hard-riding two gunmen opened fire on the Sheriff in Caleb West. Both men sprawled on the ground while the frightened cattle thundered into the very heart of the town. Stampede! Get the cover! Get the stampede! Look out! Who let him win the shows? Couple of boys in the bank there. Guns roared whenever a townsman showed himself. Part of the outlaw band worked their way into the bank and forced the door. Once inside, their leader shouted a command. Only if no one knows who we are. Clean them up. Clean up the bank. Make sure we don't overlook no case. He didn't pay for a slip shot work. Kill him, sir. Actually, don't talk so much. While grim-faced men looted the bank, other members of the gang broke into the express office. Old maw Healy faced them courageously. What's this mean? Get out of here! All right, boys. Take that Wells Fargo cash, that bullion from Goldcurry. Make it fast. Pete can't keep that stampede going all day. Come on, boys! Smith Corners mourned that night. 12 people were dead and nearly a hundred wounded. There was more work than the town's one doctor could handle. But suddenly, an Indian appeared. He volunteered his services, and even the sheriff was impressed by his skill. I don't do, Tondo. I can bandage that room, sir. Who's calling on you, Caleb? Who's there? It's me, Maul Healy. Is the sheriff in there, Caleb? Come on in, Maul. Take your life. I wonder if you wouldn't stay around the scene of... Why, Sheriff, where'd you get that wound? Evening, Maul. He took a bullet from the broken outfit first hit town. And ran into town to get there right after things had happened. Why not? And worked all this time with a slug in your hide. My dad, Ratcher, you need somebody to see that such foolishness don't kill you. I didn't have time to get patched up then. But how are you? Oh, it is a fiddle. Oh, that's not true. You hit by a bullet. Oh, shucks, Indian. That didn't do no more than give me a headache. But not near the headache this broken outfit causes. What do you aim to do about him, Sheriff? That's what I'd like to know. I've seen a couple of the snakes I could describe, and that's why I hunted you off. Ain't no use, Maul. No use? I thought you wanted descriptions of all of them that you could get. That is last week. Things have changed. How? Broken is fetched outlaws from half a dozen states into this part of the country. He's holed up in the badlands, and it'd take more than an army to get him. What? More than an army? That's what I said. He's got a regular fort up there, Maul. Surrounded by rocks that stand 20-foot high. Why, he can sit there inside them rocks and sparrow man coming 10 miles off. That doesn't mean inside there can stand an army off. You know where that? Yep. There ain't no mystery about it. And you can't get them? Maul, there ain't but one thing we can do. That's to set tight and hope and pray that from now on, Brogan leaves Miss Corner's alone. And let the skunk get away with all he done today. That's right. But what about the army? They'll gun it all, move the army here and let them use cannon to route them snakes from the hideouts. I guess you don't know how far it is to where the army is located. What's more, the army is busy fighting Redskins. They got their hands full. It's up to the law to keep men like Brogan subdued. And the law can't do nothing but sit with its fingers crossed. Why, blast your hide, Sheriff. Sheriff, ain't there some chance of starving them out? They got springs there, ain't they? Can't live forever on water. They got food enough stored there to last them a year. I tell you Maul, Brogan has made a regular business out of being an outlaw. He's gone from thieving to murder, then to cattle stealing, and to Maul and murder. Now he's organized in such a way that he can attack every town inside of two days right of his hideout and there ain't no force of room and big enough to touch him. He stole the cattle just so he could stampede them and chase the folks into the street when he attacked the town. Where'd that engine go? I see him slip out when I'll come in. Sharks, I wanted to ask him a few things. He's likely gone to see if there's any more wounds he'd need taken care of. Get him up! Hard riding brought Tonto to a prison camp many miles west of Smithforners by daybreak. Convicts were already at their work building a bridge and improving a stage trail. Full scout, full! Full scout. Howdy, Redskins. What's on your mind? Me, Tonto. Where? White friend. What do you mean? Hunter come yesterday. Him make plenty talk. Right in the white stallion? Not right. Well, me and him talked plenty like you say. Then he rid out North here. Him go North? That's right, engine North. Not Go East? No. Was it a Go East? Him say him meet Tonto. Him not come. Now that's right, curious. He asked a heap of questions about these men here. Oh. Wanted North they'd done anything real serious. I told him most of them was serving time for dessert in the army. Then while we was talking a couple of gents come up and they spoke for a time with this hombre that rid the white horse. Then the three of them started out North. Get him up, scout. Get him up. Pete Brogan was camped on the trail not far from his headquarters. At the very moment Tonto left the warden, the lone ranger disguised but without his mask was brought before the outlaw leader. So you picked this hombre up yesterday after we raided the town, eh? That's right, Pete. And we ain't let him get out from under our gun sight since then. We ain't taking no chance with this gent. You're the hombre that was asking so many questions about Pete Brogan, eh? I've learned a lot about you, Brogan. Eh? Well, I expect you have. Fox are talking about me. Maybe you heard it said that I don't keep no prisoners, eh? Yes, I heard that. You spent some time chinning with the warden at the prison camp. I reckon you see what it costs on the way of food and bother to keep prisoners. That's right. It costs a lot. A few well-placed lugs and a six-gunner, they'd be no need of the government feeding all them worth of zombies. What do you want of me? Why are you so interested in my business? Because I want to find a way to smash you and your gang. Wow! A right outspoken gent, ain't ya? You're running things with a pretty high hand, Pete, but you won't go on much longer. Oh, and maybe you're figuring to stop me. I heard it said that's what was on your mind. Yes, it is. Pretty big plans. If you can't get the best of two of my men, and not two of the best ones either, just how do you figure on getting the best of the whole pack of us? That can be done, Brogan. Brogan, he's got a pal of some kind that he figures on trailing us. What? Yeah. We figured you'd want to get the pal as well. So that was why we kept quiet when we seen what he was doing. What was he doing? Well, it was just he when we got him, you know. We rid all night getting this far. Yeah. He figured we didn't see him. But I did. He blazed a trail. He what? That's right. Thought you was putting one over on me, didn't you, stranger? All right, then don't answer. But you see now that Pete Brogan don't have no fools working for him. Take him onto the headquarters, gents. Me and Loomis and Drisco will go on and ride the back trail, watching out for the friend of his. Right. You can follow it easy enough. You'll see the marks he put on the trees we rid passed. Good enough. Come on, boys. Get on there. Well, get up there, get up there. Slade, you're pretty observing, aren't you? Yeah, yeah, yeah. That's the time you got fooled. So you thought I was blazing a trail, huh? If you wasn't, what was you doing? Never mind that talk. Let's get back to the hideout. You thought you captured me because you were so careful to keep your gun level, let me. Well, ain't you captured? You said when we started out that you were going to meet Brogan. Well? I wanted to see that man. He's just who I thought he was. Huh? His real name's Karzlik. He was in the Army when they fought around here, and he deserted. He deserted to avoid arrest and court marshal for selling information to the savages. Ain't you there smarter, though? His own troop would have shot him if he could have been found. Well, ain't nobody going to shoot him now, savvy. He not only sold out to the Redskins, but he's seen that them same engines got plenty of guns and ammunition and a couple of cannon as well. And he's made himself a regular fortress in the rocks. He sure has. And you'll see what a real army executioner's like when you get there. He'll see part of it. Up to when the rifles go off. Now get riding, stranger. And leave Brogan to capture my friend? Reckon you and your pal will die about the same time. Now get. Not yet. Hi, Silver. Hey, look out. Catch the boy. Down. Hi, there. Get the boy. At the lone ranger's signal, the Matish Tadion lunged against the nearest of the outlaws. He was nearly knocked from his saddle, and the big white horse lashed down with his four-feet of sneed. Sneed dodged and fell to the ground. The lone ranger sprang at him, fist-packed against jaw, and... The other man was firing blindly as Silver reared in funds in front of him. Grabbing one of Sneed's guns, the lone ranger returned his fire and... Oh, my hand, my hand! Blasted the gun from the killer's hand. Then he pulled the outlaw from the saddle. I want you to... My hand! Come over that saddle. Oh, bless you. I am roping you first. My hand is... Your hand's not hurt. The bullet only struck your gun. That'll keep your arms down. Well, bless you. My pals will get you for this. They'll get you if it's the last thing they ever do. You can't get away with this. We'll see about that. Both outlaws were bound tightly and lashed to the trunk of a nearby tree. The lone ranger reclaimed his gun belt and strapped it in place. Then he took a mask from beneath his shirt and adjusted it over his eyes. Once again he became the famous masked rat of the plains. He leaped astride the great horse Silver and shouted, Hail Silver! Racing along the trail he had blazed, the masked rat had thought only of Tah-Doh's safety. If broken gets the Tah-Doh first, he'll make him think we're prisoners. Come on, Silver, old boy. Stretch out those great legs of yours. We've got to let Tah-Doh understand that we're not captured. Hail Silver! 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. Tah-Doh follows the trail blazed by the lone ranger. The Indian rode fast, his keen eye catching the small marks on the trees he passed. Then three men rounded a curve on the trail ahead and... Whoa! Coach count! Move to the train, boys! Get your hands high, Redskine. We can't get to ask you plenty of questions. Who are you? I said we'd ask questions, not answer them. You're looking for a white friend that's been captured? Oh, you see him? Maybe we have. Oh, yeah, ain't you hunting him? Me want him. That's what we wanted to know. Grab him, boys. Oh, watch this! Get a roper on him. Yeah, and I'll hold him. I can move, and we'll dread you here and now. Now let's get ridin'. Leave the Redskine's horse warm. Come on, get up! Get up there! Get up! Suddenly, Tah-Doh ducked low on the saddle, and at the same instant the three outlaws were dragged to the ground. What the hell have you got me? What happened? Shoot it out! Who roped this? Kick her hands away from guns! What the... You're covered! You! That voice! That's a curse! Knead and capture! Your pals are already roped and waiting for jail. Can he scout? I'll have you cut loose in just a minute, Kimosabe. You're stressed to rope between them trees. Of course I did. That was the easiest way to catch you without giving them the chance to fire around Tah-Doh. There you are, Tah-Doh. Now, Tah-Doh, rope them, feller. This'll make fire with a broken gang to take to the sheriff in town. The jail ain't made, that'll hold me. We'll see about that. Put hand high in back. I won't tell you. That's better. Make those ropes good and tight, Tah-Doh. We all need to use the plan I had in mind to capture the broken outlaws. There ain't no plan that man never made that'll hold me. I'm bigger than the law. The law don't dare hold me. If I ain't let go, my men'll wipe out every town around here. The lone ranger left the five outlaws in the hands of the sheriff and rode away. He did not realize how completely the Brogan gang had terrorized the district, nor that Brogan would dare to threaten the townspeople who surrounded the jail. Keep me in this jail and you won't have a house left standing. You know what happened yesterday? I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. Well, you know what happened yesterday? Well, that ain't nothing to what our outf渦 will do when they hear I'm a prisoner air. You folks better talk it over and make the sheriff see things right for your own dead. Dad's read it, sheriff. We can't risk being wiped out. Them prisoners ain't gettin' hoops. I don't know if what the sheriff is wrong this time. Now don't go again, the sheriff. Ain't none of you're no spoke? I've got a family to think of. I can't afford having my place burned down. Brogan's men'll do just what he said. They got a regular army out there in a bad way. out there in a bad way I figure we should turn them loose if they may promise it to us I didn't know it calls for deep thinking it's again old principle first principle is self preservation the crowd was deeply impressed with the outlaws threats they realized that the town would be almost helpless against Brogan's well-armed men and as they talked among themselves Brogan shot it from the jail you better let us go right soon or it'll be too late I'm for let them go free me too we got private the gang jailed and we'll get the rest hand-to-side sheriff's and the one side we're turning them low someone get their horses the sheriff's arguments were useless the town's people stormed the small jail and broke the lock Brogan promised that the town would not be attacked and the outlaws were set free to mount their horses and right away now remember you promised to leave our town alone I got plenty of scores to settle one of them is with you sheriff who want to keep me jail worry you'll hear more of us come on boys you pack up like liver jellyfish look right have you got to call yourself men now ma we only was talk to me who ain't bitten to speak to the dirtiest kind of a pole cat and a man in town with funk enough to stand for law and order and things that are decent you got your homes sure you got them and I hope they rocked and fall in on your head I'll see you call me more I wouldn't mother a single one of you look at me look at me an old woman that's been living on borrowed time for the past ten years and look at where one of them killers bullets grazed me that is just the start there'll be more land from the broken gang as a result of letting them snakes go free all right more you had your say I had it and I'm leaving this town this is a town that ain't fit to be on the faces of math who's that writing down here there's a man there's a mask man that captured five of them and all you lizards put together ain't enough to hold them on that cat to have you let those killers go I had to do it stranger why I wanted to hold them but they talk fear into the rest of the folks here and they've been released to return to the stronghold that's right and I'm quitting Smith's corners right now quitting that's not your job your job is to make this town a fit place to live in all right what's to be done maybe you'll ride up to Brogan's Fort into the teeth of rifles and cannon and clean them out is there anyone here who'll ride with me not me I will buy ginger and sold us I am all right with you I'll go stranger I won't not me it's certain death in a chance of beating them two people one of them an old lady your town isn't fit to be saved but there are other towns to consider come on boy alone ranger raced away from town and headed back to camp where he drew silver to a rearing stop back to the original plans under those folks will be taught a lesson to the saddle you ready get them up go come on to work in this campus tough boys the warden sure ain't rough on us it's just being the prisoner for so many years that bothers me way nothing but a pack of forgotten men I'm afraid that's what you will be slayed for a good many years to come forgotten men oh I didn't see you come up or I'll admit that most of you deserve a better life who ain't a man in this campus vicious or a man who's done anything more serious than to protest against the war we figured in the war a year before it did end by refusing to carry on the fight that's all I know your records now boys I've come to tell you something yeah if I was in any one of your shoes I'd almost as soon do anything is live like me to suppose there was a chance for you to fight is the war started again the different sort of a war now a war against crooks that have infested the way the shares to take care of that but the lawman can boys maybe some of you've noticed the man on the white horse that was around here he brought me a special order now I don't know if you'll be needed or not he's going to let us know but the thing is you're going to be offered a chance to win a free part how tell us how wait boys quiet down a minute tell us Brogan's gang is fortified in the badlands he's too well protected for any posse the sheriff can get together to wipe out is that the same Brogan that's sold out the army the same war listen to me those horses here to equip you the same ones you've used for work now there ain't one chance in a hundred for a man to live through an attack on Brogan stronghold but if you do you learn your part hold on boys I ain't said yet that you was needed of course we're needed we heard about Pete Brogan we know is kind he's skilled in army work he knows fight so do we this is a different kind of fighting and shooting men the same as us in some cases our own relations give us a fighting chance to be free men that's all we ask it's most the same as suicide we're going we're going you can't stop get to your saddle you take come on play here's a bugler this is an attack boys it's for freedom our kingdom come are you a mountain here's the bugle follow me boys we're heading for Brogan's fort get up the strange army of convicts race tore almost certain death driven on by the hope that some would live to become free men the lone ranger rode into the convict camp some time later to learn if the men had already gone stopping only for a moment at the warden's office he raced on to be with them when they made their attack the hard-riding soldiers had already been shattered by Brogan and his men and the outlaws open fire time after time the desperate men stormed the fort and time after time they were driven back then just as the outlaws victory seemed complete the lone ranger raced for the retreating soldiers high above his head he carried the flag and the red white and blue flashed in the moonlight as he shot it as playing right the program hands keep going keep going and some of you will make the fort I can't stop all of you I've had enough me too all right dessert is crisp those of you who are men can follow me you're riding up there alone no I'm not riding alone there are a lot of men right here who will follow me I'm flying this flag from inside that stronghold come on boys glory the former soldiers thrilled to the task before them they raced madly up the hill this time there was no turning back the lone ranger headed into the very teeth of the outlaw fire the men with him could not be stopped many of them took bullets and still kept going they gained the crest of the hill some leap from the horses using their rifles as clubs others had bayonets the lone rangers still has tried the mighty silver was everywhere once the walls of the port had been stormed the outlaws defense practice the sharp hand to hand struggle was brief now broken you're going back to the prison don't take me there they'll hang me now and is there anything that's more deserved you men you've shown the people of smith's corners that men can do you're going to be granted pardons take this flag and keep it flying out here in the country you conquered we well there there ain't many of us left it's up to those of you who are left to make this a sort of country your friends would be willing to give their lives for that's the foundation of America I asked the bugler figuring on raising this flag here if he remembered his calls he's fixing to sound off what call to the colors I've just heard is a copyrighted feature of the lone ranger incorporated