 with a speed of light, a cloud of dust, and the hot, high-o'-filver! The Lone Ranger! The Incompanion Tuttle. The daring and resourceful Masked 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 the greater champion of justice. Return with us now to those thrilling days of yesteryear. From out of the past come the thundering hoof beats of the Great Horse, Silver! The Lone Ranger rides again! Who stepped from the stage at Brimstone was not the type to attract much attention from the curious group at the stagecoach station. Amon Calhoun stood for a moment looking around. Then she approached a pleasant-faced man and asked a question in a voice which gave a slight hint of her Scottish background. You're making your part, sir, but can you tell me where the birth atoms ran to you? Very coarse, I can, ma'am. The atoms spread as a circle eight, three miles out to West Trail. I'll take you there. Oh, thank you, sir. Later that morning, Ami stepped from a buck gourd in front of the circle eight ranch house and, taking her well-worn half a bag in her hand, she packed her benefit here, then turned and walked toward the house. Hey, bye, ma'am! Get out there! As Ami hesitatingly started up the pork steps, a tall, bronzed man about 28 years of age came around the house holding the hand of an eight-year-old boy. Ami stopped and stood winking. Morning, ma'am. Don't I can do for you? I'm good at. I know. Oh, well, what I mean is, oh, plain sink shoes started me a wee bit for the moment. Oh, are you going to stay with us? Are you? No, Donny, you must ask questions, son. Now, ma'am, if you care to tell me what it is you want... Well, you see, sir, like the little one has just said, I was hoping perhaps I could stay here. I'm afraid I don't say that. Well, you see, sir, I'm good at housekeeping and looking after little ones like Donny, for instance, and the cook and I... No, hold on, please, ma'am, not so fast. We already have a cook and my mother looks after the other things. Your mother, you say? That's right. She lives with us. My wife passed down a couple of years ago. Oh, I'm sorry to hear about your wife, sir. It was for a reason of me to come out here so unexpected, asking to be taken here, but... Oh, I can't just stay, Daddy. I wanted to stay. I like her. Oh, bless your heart, Lady. Come to think of it, mother complains a lot about what she has to do. She really isn't too well, you know. Oh, that's too bad. Yes, it is. It's nothing serious, but she gets headaches at times and complains of feeling faint now and then. Think of that. We, uh... might give you a try, don't we? Oh, God, I knew you'd have a kind heart, Lad. And I'll do my best to... Well, Pa, now you ought to be happy at the news. Oh, I am indeed. I am, Lad. Oh, that is Mr. Adams, sir. I like the way you said, Bert, Lad. You've called me Bert. But, uh, what are we to call you? Well, I've been known as Mother Calhoun, and it would please you... Mother Calhoun it is. How's that, then? Oh, gosh, that's fine. Can I... I mean, may I show Mother Calhoun my pony over in the corral? That you may, Laddie. I'd be most happy to see you. Fine. You go along with Donny. I'll take you back inside. You can meet my mother at noon. She's resting now, but she'll be around for dinner. You'll, uh, get $25 a month with Roman Keith. Uh, if you... Now, there's no use, Bert, Lad. I'll take it ungladly. Come along now, Donny, and show me that wonderful woman. Mrs. Adams was a thin, mean-natured type of woman with a nagging voice and determined manner, which caused her to be disliked by the ranch hands and others from whom she could demand service. While her nagging had no effect upon Bert, she resorted to faking a headache or a fainting spell in hopes of winning her point. While Donny was showing Mother Calhoun his pony, Bert told Mrs. Adams about the woman he had employed. His face was expressionless as Mrs. Adams spoke her thoughts. You mean to tell me you took on a strange woman that came begging to the door for a job? He didn't beg for it. Stop all that crazy things. You can go tell her you changed your mind. You hear? Tell her anything. But let her take that dowdy carpet bag of hers and me. Mother Calhoun is going to stay. I told her she could, and Donny wants her to stay. Mother Calhoun? Well, I never. Oh, my headache has come back. But sometimes I think I'm not even wanted. Now, don't be foolish. Go in your room and rest. I'll have your dinner. After you get to know Mother Calhoun, I'm sure you'll like her. I'm going out for a while and see you. Zaka will I? He'll find out. And so will she. A few weeks later, Mrs. Adams drove the buckboard to town alone and went to the office of Carl Arnhem, whose slight Germanic accent intrigued her, along with his suave manner. Carl was a land agent who was not too well thought of because of his slick operations. He stood up as Mrs. Adams entered. Where? Ah, my dear Flora. You've not been here lately. No, I haven't been to town, Carl. To town. Thank you. You've heard about that woman bird hide at the ranch? But of course. You're upset because your son and grandson like her. But not my son and you know it. And that boy Donny is a nuisance. But you've never told her that you're not his mother. Well, of course I haven't. Actually, his stepmother, it would make things worse than they are. When I married my husband, Bert was only two years. And I'd have tested every minute of bringing him up. But I couldn't show it. Oh, there was some way for you to get a sheriff at ranch. We could get married, Flora. You, uh, haven't changed your mind. Of course I haven't, Carl. But even without a sheriff at the ranch, we couldn't say... You wouldn't be happy without plenty to live on. Carl, you told me that land those farmers live on in the north of the Circle A is valuable. Jesus, it is. The railroad would pay high for it. But your stepson cut it up into farms for those people who haven't paid him anything for almost a year. Why, they could all be evicted on short notice. No, Bert, too soft-hearted. But he's played under my hands at last, Carl. And those farmers will be evicted. What do you mean? Well, Bert left this morning with some of the men on a big cattle drive north. He'll be gone almost two months. Well, last night I got him to sign a paper giving me the right to act for him while he's gone. Ah, power of attorney. Yes, I guess that's what you call it. Now, Carl, you attend to the eviction notices. Then get in touch with your railroad man and make a good deal for that tract of land. Yes, but when Bert gets back, how will you explain what will you do? Well, I'll just give him the price he sold the land for to the farmers. Then, when the railroad pays off, we'll keep the distance and get married. Ready to leave. What can he do? Nothing, of course. I doubt if he tried to do anything toward his own, shall I say, mother, hmm? And tomorrow I have something else to do, too. I'm putting out that soft-talking Alie Calhoun bag and baggie. Now, come on, let's go talk to the sheriff that's serving those farmers with notice-cigar. Later that morning, the Long Ranger and Tottle were preparing to break a temporary camp they had made in a grove just off the main trail. There. You bet that cinch is time enough. You have things packed and tidal bags now. That's good going, then. We should reach the mission by nightfall. Man, she's a visit with a pod drain. We got the news. Easy, sir. Look who's got it, dear father. Come on, sir. Get him on the scum. We'll head up the west trail past the Circle A spread, then cut across to the river trail. And that'll save time. And very hot. River trail will not be dusty like others. Well, here's the trail. Move at a faster pace. Come on, sir. Very much so. The last man in India rode along the west trail a short distance in silence. Then Tottle pointed and spoke. Look, King Sabi. Someone sit on rock and tide a trail yonder. Hello. He shouldn't be out on this trail in the hot sun. Perhaps we can help her. Ah. Look. A woman's stand up. Her seem frightened. The mask is frightened. But don't be afraid. We won't harm you. Close the door. Oh, dear. Easy, darling. Be quiet. Lance, it's a masked man in an Indian. Please don't be frightened. We're not because we thought it could help you. Leave me with friends. Oh, sure, Lance. There's nothing more that could happen to me alone and stranded in the middle of nowhere. A friendly word is welcome even from one wearing a mask. Well, if not good, you'll be alone on trail. I, uh, I noticed your carpet bag. You were heading for town? I lad that I was. I have a wee bit of money, but not enough to get far. Just having to leave first lad and darling boys to put an ache in my heart. Well, I'm sure we can help you if you'll let us. Thank you, lad. I have a feeling I can trust you both. Good. We were camping a short way back from here. We'll take you there. Then Tonne will go and hire a rig to take you to town. Tonne will ride double to camp. The lady can ride to camp. You mean I have to get up on a horse? Oh, Lance, please. He's very gentle. We'll ride right beside you. Now let's go back to the campsite. Within a short time, the Lone Ranger and Tonne will reach their former campsite with Annie Calhoun. The Lone Ranger gently lifted her from the saddle and made her comfortable. Annie, liking them, told what had happened. And so I left with us so much as a good guy from Little Donnie. It's strange that a woman like Mrs. Adams should have a son and grandson like Bert and Donnie. Tell me, Mother Calhoun, why did you seek out the Adams Ranch in the first place? Lad, there's something about you that made you be wanted so. So I shall. Thanks. We'll be blessed soon. Here's the good old, I'm married. We lived in St. Louis with my husband's parents, who resented me. While my husband was with an expedition in the West, our son was born. His talk told me the baby died at first, and later they put me out. I see. They told me that my husband had been killed in the West. Well, I left the city. Then years later, I went back and found out that the baby had lived, and so had my husband. Oh, they told him I deserted him and the baby. He got a divorce, went West with the boy, and remarried. This years ago, I read of John's death in a St. Louis paper, and of the marriage of his son. And he told the both the right and all. I'm beginning to understand. The man I married was John Adams. Bert is my son, and Donnie my grandson. Oh, I finally had to see them. And John never told them. He thinks that that woman is his real mother. Your story explains a great deal. Yes, I know. But the worst of it is she's got Bert to let her sign papers while he's away. And she said when she put me out this morning that she was putting out all the small farmers south of here, too. Right away. She tried to evict those farmers. There'd be trouble, plenty of it. Hello, before that woman goes too far, we're going to find a way to stop her once and for all. The curtain falls on the first act of our Lone Ranger adventure. Before the next exciting scene, please permit us to pause for just a few moments. After Annie Calhoun told the Lone Ranger and Pablo that she was really Bert Adams' mother, she also told them about Mrs. Adams' plans to evict the farmers during Bert's absence. Knowing it meant trouble, the Lone Ranger stated that some means must be found to stop the eviction. He stood for a moment thinking. Then he spoke again. When did Bert leave? Yesterday morning. Toddler, if they're driving at the big herd, it won't go too far in 24 hours. Am I right? Oh, uh, Lone Calhoun, do you have any proof of your relationship to Bert Adams? Oh, yes. In my copy bag, I have our marriage certificate, John's and mine, and Bert lays a birth record along with a tin type of John and me when we were married. I kept them under the mattress at the ranch, so his stepmother didn't see them. Good. Toddler, I'll make a comfortable lean-to here for Mother Calhoun. Thanks, Calvin, for the Bert Adams. Tell him what's happened to the farmers. Get him back here as soon as possible. That morning, as the sheriff left Carl Arnhem's office, lefty one of Arnhem's henchmen entered the back room. What's up, girl? Yes, this sheriff isn't being cooperative about evicting those farmers. Get the men together and have them ready. Sure. Expecting trouble? Those farmers want trouble, they'll get it. I'll be back before noon. Do you hear any news? Let me know. Tonight, we'll teach the farmers the lesson. Where are you going? To the Circle A ranch. I want to persuade that foolish woman to sign more papers. She'll think they're in connection with the evictions. But before she's through, some of the best Circle A range land will belong to me. Back at the camp, the low ranger had made any Calhoun comfortable. Then, leaving her in the grove lean to, resting, he went to another grove a short distance away. And in a secluded spot, he carefully disguised himself as a Mexican. Then, he headed for town to see what was happening. Leaving silver in the woods behind the cafe, the low ranger went between the building and entered the front door. He made his way to a vacant table and sat down alone. At the next table, lefty and three other tough-looking men, sat with glasses in their hands. Listening to a farmer named Gary Belton talk to a small group standing nearby. No one's put me off the farm. I worked so hard to cultivate. Some of the others are upset and wonder just what to do. But I talked to all of them and told them to sit tight. I'm going back out there now to have another meeting with the others. Come on, come on. Looks like Belton's made himself ringleader for them farmers. Carl would like to know that. Yeah, that's right, lefty. Carl won't like it at all. Carl said something about teaching the farmers a lesson tonight. When he hears about Belton, maybe he'll have us burning his blades out as a warning. You're Belton right, too. We weren't Carl Goode this morning anyway. I'll do the circulator to get some more favorite signs. By the time that local female gets through Carl on half the ranch and all legal, too. The lone ranger decided he had heard enough. He also decided something had to be done and quickly. He got up and left the cafe. She knows the ombre just went out? Yeah. He sat at the next table without ordering and left in a hurry. You boys stay here. I'm going to follow that ombre and see what he's up to right now. The lone ranger went out upside into the woods where Silver waited beside a small stream. Hastily, he scrubbed the berry dye from his face and hands. Then after putting on his mask, he mounted Silver. Lefty had walked back between the buildings but lost sight of the lone ranger in the woods. He stood a short time watching. Then he heard departing hoops and saw the lone ranger ride from the west end of the woods and head toward the west trail. The ombre's up to something. I'm going to find out what it is. I'm going to take my bronc and trail him right now. One time, Carl Onum was at the Circle A ranch house. And here's another paper you have to sign. Oh, what's that for? No, I'd better read it. Oh, you don't trust the man you hoped to marry? Oh, Carl, you know I do. I just wanted to know why. Get in connection with the eviction. Oh, well, I'll get Pennington. Yes, and hurry, Flora. You must get back to Brimstone. Well, here's the Pennington. Now, where do I sign? Right here. Get him out of here. You snipping little brat. Go to your room and stay there. He wouldn't leave my bed. Go to your room, I said. My bed, little brat. Oh, let him go here. Here, find the paper. All right. Good. Now I'll take both of those papers. I'll take both of those papers. Do you hear you? All right, Carl, I'll follow them in. Now drop your gun, Mr. Reach, for you, Lefty. I'll get some of them in. First, I'll get back those papers. The lone ranger stood with both hands raised. He had dropped one gun, but the other was still in its holster. As Carl stepped close to take the papers from his pocket, the masked man moved like lightning. No, you don't. He swung him around between Lefty and himself, at the same time drawing his other gun. You didn't notice my other gun? Now you're back. Tell your friend to drop his gun, Plutto. Drop your gun, Lefty. You should drop it. All right. Quickly, the lone ranger stooped and picked up the gun he had dropped. Keeping them covered, he took Carl's and then Lefty's. Then, moving quickly, he went out the front door taking the papers with him. He headed for a grove off to the side where Silver waited. Take a look. Before entering the ranch house, the lone ranger had seen them heard through the open window, but had taken place with Donny. He rolled hurriedly out to the trail, and saw the boy sitting on a stump weeping. Oh, no, no, no, no. Oh, wait. I'm a friend, Donny. I'm going to take you to Mother Calhoun. Will you come with me? But we've got to hurry. They'll be trailing me in a minute. All right. Up you go. Easy setting up, boy. Use clever means to cover his trail to the camp. After reuniting Donny and Mother Calhoun, he waited impatiently for Tonto and Byrd as night began to fall. Finally, hearing fast-hoof-beach approaching, he mounted Silver and rolled off a meet-up. A short time later in the valley south of the ranch, Gary Belton stepped out onto the porch at a small farmhouse when he heard several horsemen approaching. Oh, boy. Oh, boy. Oh, boy. Elton, you were given time to vacate. Now it's an example to the others. We're going to burn you out. Why, you honorary smooth-talking coyote? Oh, boy. Oh, boy. I guess there's the men set the fires going. Farle's men dismounted and started to move toward the house and buildings when they heard fast-hoof-beach approaching. I hear others coming beyond the bend. That might be the sheriff in the past. As Farle and his men started to mount, the lone ranger, Toto and Burt, came riding in a fast gallop around the bend nearby with their guns ready for action. Farle and his men are trying to get away. Both were wounded and as Toto and Burt turned their attention on two more who had come with Kyle, Red and Lester, the lone ranger shook out his lariat as he noticed Lester, who had succeeded in mounting where his horsemen start away. Get out of here! Twinking his lariat over his head, but a horse settled around the cook's chest, pulling him roughly from the saddle. Covered by Toto and Burt, the other two quickly dropped their guns and raised their hands. Looks like we got them all, mister. What's going on here? I heard Arnhem and his men left town. Me and my two deputies are... A man shall roost. Reach, mister. He's a friend. I'll vouch for him. They got here in time to vent these men from burning his farm out. Burt, he told me about an eight-series. Care if you can take them in for attempted murder? There'll be other charges later. I suggest you stop with them at the Circle-A on your way back. All right, Burt. We'll meet you there. All right, let's get going. Later at the Circle-A ranch house, the sheriff stood with Carl listening as Burt talked to Mrs. Adams. I can't tell you why you did all this, but I'm sure Carl Arnhem was at the bottom of it all. Stop blaming Carl. I don't know what brought you back here, but I can tell you fact. I'm marrying Carl. Why? Carl, she's talking foolish. I have no such ideas. See, here, you, she's my mother, and you can't... She's not your mother, you fool. See, what is all this? I don't understand. Yeah, you stay here. Found her. Found who, Johnny? Where have you been, son? Johnny was in our camp with Mother Calhoun. She's really your mother, Burt. She has the proof. I'm sorry, my boy. I'm all confused. But I hope it's true. So you're my real mother? Yes, Burt, lad. Oh, bless you. I often wondered why I didn't, well, feel any love to... I suppose being your stepmother won't mean anything, no. I'm not wanted by you or Carl. Mother Calhoun will take over here. I'll fix a small farm for you in the south of Valley, Mother Adams. You can go there and live. Sheriff, you can have the pleasure of tearing up those eviction notices. Tell the farmers they're safe, just as I promised. I knew Arnold and that woman were lying. The masked man gave me the papers he took here today. Arnold was trying to get part of my property. You won't need property where he's going. Say, who is that masked man? Him and the Indians flipped on out. Oh, well, Mom, maybe you or Donny can tell us it. Yes, I can, Burt, lad. Like yourself, he's a laddie I'd be proud to call my son. Brave, gentle and understanding. He's the Lone Ranger. I'm here to incorporate it. Created by George W. Trenzel. Produced by Trenzel Campbell Enterprises. Directed by Charles D. Livingston. And edited by Fran Stryker. The part of the Lone Ranger.