 A fiery horse for the speed of light, a cloud of dust in a hearty high old silver, the lone ranger. Faithful Indian companion Tonto, the mass griter the planes led the fight for law and order in 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 can one find a greater champion of justice. Return with us now to the thrilling days when the West was young. From out of the past come the thundering hoofbeats of the Great Horse Silver. The lone ranger rides again. Wild Boatertown of Spanish flats marked almost the exact center of a district extending for hundreds of miles in every direction that lay under the complete domination of a group of organized gangs. Mugglers crossed and recrossed the Rio Grande de Guil with the range of cattle. Terror demoralized not only the honest citizens of the district, but the forces of law as well. Resistance was beaten down with such brutal disregard for human rights that when the first attempts entered in tragic failure, few were left to carry on the fight. Resignation seemed the safer course. Go gunning for them fellas, not on your life. You need to shut down Daniels just for seeing you ought to be jailed. He killed Mason, too. He ain't got a chance. They stropped town for talking vigilantes. Run them out of the county. Boys, I'm playing faith. They can do what they please. I ain't lifting a hand. At last only one man remained who dared to raise his voice against the government by cutthroats and thieves. This man was Graham, the rancher. Men, we can't let this condition continue. We must do something. Our homes are plundered. Our stock is stolen. The life of every one of us is placed in danger because without law we can have no security. And who makes the law? We do. You and I, by standing up for justice and returning blow for blow whenever outlaws think they can rule by force and bloodshed. Arthur, we can do it. We're not going to get through. Neither am I. You mean you won't fight back. You won't defend your lives and your property and your honest rights. Not me. I've had my lessons. Look what they've done to Baxter. And if they're going to behave like a pack of cowards, I'll fight them alone. Yes, and I'll fight them to the finish, too. I'm not afraid. Do what you please. I'll battle those murdering snakes to... Who fired them shot? I couldn't see them. They got away. You knew Graham would get it. See what happens when you talk like that? You bad hurt, Graham. You bad hurt. It's just a scratch. I'll be all right. Just give me a hand. Many days' journey from Spanish flats and almost a month later, two men were camped for a small spring bubbled from the rocky wall of a narrow canyon. Nearby, grazed a pair of magnificent stallions. One a paint, the other with a coat of the purest white. Abruptly, a dog bade in the distance. One of the men stood suddenly tense, listening. He was tall, broad-shouldered and wore a mask that covered the upper half of his face. In a moment, closer this time, the sound came again, and the masked man turned quickly to his Indian companion. Son, look. That dog. That sounds like... It belonged to Arizona Lawson. It must. Oh, wait. There's a horse. He hear it. Heading straight here. Oh, wait a moment. He should come and sight in a second, and we'll see if it's Arizona or not. Hem, close. Yes. Son, what is Arizona? It's him all right. Hello there. Hi. Hi. Come ahead. Oh, hold there. Hold round. Hold round. Quiet, boy. Quiet. Where's that yapping, won't you? Arizona, we haven't seen you for months. It's been a long time. How are you, Tunnel? Me, he glad to you. Ain't no happier about it than I am to find you. You know, I've been looking for you two armies for most of a month. Looking for us? Just about everywhere. Why? Friend, you know where Spanish flats is? Ah, up near border. We know the place, Arizona. It's not far from the mission of our friend, the Padre. No rancher near there by the name of Graham? No. Well, he sent me. For us? Yeah. Arizona, I'm afraid I don't understand. Won't take long to explain. Yes. There's the dickens to pay back there, Masked Man. Graham wants you, and he wants you bad. The real grand country near Spanish flats was a land of vast canyons, towering hills and lonely plateaus where a horseman might ride for days without sighting another human being. It was this fact above all others that accounted for the outlaw's success. No posse could hope to find them in such a wilderness. Into this region late one evening came a solitary rider guiding his mount down a winding trail that led into the huge basin of Granite. And at last, deep in shadows, the trail leveled off, drew his mount to a halt. Whoa, boy. Whoa. There he paused for a moment, then gave a low call. Well, Gunner. Well, Gunner. You there? A huge tub? Yeah. Anybody with you? Uh-uh. Come on in. Get up. Get up. Whoa, whoa, whoa. What's up? The boss sent me. Where's the boys? Sleeping. You want them? No. This is a job just for you. They ain't even to know about it. Yeah? You ought to ride to Graham's place a full morning. What for? There's three gents riding for Graham's right now. What do you want me to do? Just hold your horses, Gunner. I'll tell you what it's all about. Them three gents mean trouble. Who are they? One's a red-skinned. Oh. One's a young fella that grubs out a live in hunting wolves and collecting the bounty on them. He travels with a dog. Maybe you've seen him around. This handles Arizona Lawson. Uh-huh. Run across him. And the third one? The boss said, I'd better not tell you that. Well, uh, why not? He said if you knew, maybe you, uh, wouldn't have the nerve for the job. I wouldn't? That's what he said. Oh, it blasts his eye. They're in a man alive I'm scared of. Stubb, you tell me that I'll break his name. Can't. That's all right. Now you look here, Stubb. Gunner? Do you want to know by this time that when the boss gives an order, it ain't safe to go again? It ain't no use yelling at me. I ain't gonna talk. As if things wasn't bad enough anyhow. What do you mean by that? I guess you know. You getting restless? Wouldn't you be if you was me? No, I don't reckon I would. Sure, it's all right for you. You know who you're taking orders from. How about the rest of us? How long has it been since we got organized? About a year. A year, yeah. A year of taking orders from a fellow I don't know and ain't never seen. And now on top of that, I ain't to know who this other gen is. Stubb, I'm getting good and tired of this setup, but I can tell you I ain't the only one either. Plenty of the others feel just like I do. Then they're fools. Why? Ain't things working out just about perfect? Ain't we got this part of the country just when we want it? You know any place else you could go without having to dodge the law half the time? Or where you can get half the cash you've made working for the boss? That's just it. What is? For every dollar we put in our pockets, the boss gets fired. He's earned them. You always pay more for brains than you do for guns. I suppose the rest of us are just digits. Well, compared to him, you are. Now take it easy, Gunner. You know, I don't go running back to the boss with everything I hear you fellas say, but that don't mean you can go shooting off your mouth just anyhow. And besides, Gunner, when you talk like that, you're getting set to spoil things. You know just as well as I do that you ain't really got anything to kick about. But go on telling yourself you have, and first thing you know, you'll be believing it. And Bluey will all be done for her. Well, you know, I'm right. Now that you've blowed off some steam, you think you can go ahead and do with the boss once? I guess. I got a Grames on board. Keep hid. Wait until those three gents come out again and then follow them. Where? To wherever they go. I reckon they won't ride any further. They'll take them to find a good place to camp. And when they've made camp? That's all. Just come back here and wait. I'll come back again tomorrow night. They can tell me where the camp is. Grames brought them three gents here on account of us? Yeah. You think it's the same I ain't to drill them? That's right. Stubbed that sounds local to me. I thought it might. And what do you have? You ain't never to ask why. When you get an order, you're just to do what's heavy. Yeah. You'd better get saddled. Sure. Adios. Get up, Blue. Get up. Hello in Arizona, and I rode day and night to get here. Arizona's told me enough of the situation, so I know it's serious. If you want to fight these outlaws... I do. Then we'll help you in every way that we can. But we can't work blind. We'll need more information. You can give it to us. Talk. And I'll tell you, Mr. Graham, if you give this mask and anything to work on at all, and all you'll have to do is just sit back and watch the fur fly. I'll tell you what I can. Go on. No one knows the identity of the man at the head of this outlaw organization. Arizona said that. But whoever he is, Lone Ranger, he's a man that even you should fear. Yes. He's shrewd. Well, I took that for granted. He's organized the criminals under him into at least a half a dozen bands, each with his own captain, and each with his own specialty. Specialty? One gang steals cattle. Oh. Another carries out hold-ups. Still another engages only in smuggling. You see? I do. From what I've been able to learn, not even the crooks will work for him knows his identity. I assume he has a go-between who transmits orders and collects his share of the loot. You know this go-between? No. Then... But, Lone Ranger, there's something I do know. And that? The name of every leader of every gang that crook employs. Just leaving a house. Yeah, it's red-skinned, all right. And Arizona where that dog is. What the? That third-embrace mask. And that horse. Run into a ration. I've never seen a horse to compare with that one on all my born days. All right, fella. Here's where you and me follow. Sir! Wait! How'd you know where I was? I have to be here. It's the only place I can look without being seen. What you want? Gunner, your orders are changed. Eh? Follow them like I told you before. Uh-huh. But when you see your chance, plug that masked man and shoot to kill! 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. Sona had reached the level of the king. He braced himself, lowered a hand and pulled Tonneau up after him. Come on, Tonneau. I got a good hold. Just a little more. Is there? Made it. Ah, better get our breath. Ah. It's dark in there. Can't see a thing. We, we make light. Uh-huh. I got matches. There's a lamp. Huh? How'd that get here? Hard drive, bring it. Oh, I'll fix it. You ready to look around? Uh-huh. You ready? It's a second. Yeah. Now we got something to see by. Come on. That's where them make camp. That's where they made their campfire. Uh-huh. Ain't a thing in here. Everything's gone. Blankets, grub. Even their medicines have probably brought along are gone. That's strange. And no message. No sign, nothing. No. There's the end of the cave. Let me see it. Tonneau, you recollect just before we climbed up here what I said that maybe we wouldn't want to find out what we was likely to in this cave. Uh-huh. I was right. Everything gone. No, no message. Tonneau, we found out the last thing I ever wanted to know. Masked man in heap, big danger. Maybe worse, Tonneau. Oh. He'd have left some message if he'd gone willingly, wouldn't he? Tonneau, maybe this time then Crook's really done it. Maybe we'll never see the masked man again. Tonneau in Arizona, and they had to send it again when the cave reached the valley floor. It was in all directions for a clue to the disappearance of the lone range in the Padre, but found nothing. When they rode on again they did so in silence, each preoccupied with his own thoughts. Tonneau's face, apparently expressionless, only served as a mask for emotions of rage and despair. Arizona's features were set in a scowl, but when the wolf hunter glanced at his companion, he forgot his own grief to offer comfort to the other. Tonneau, I know what you're thinking. I guess I feel pretty much the same as you. But you can't go blaming yourself for this. If anybody's to blame, it's me. Oh, me tell, masked friend, live. Outlaw, find him. You wouldn't have said nothing if I hadn't persuaded you to, though. Me break promise. Me tell. We don't even know that breaking our promise had anything to do with this. Maybe, well, maybe Laramie or some of the rest of that gang got scouting around and... Laramie. Tonneau, I'll bet he's the one. What you mean? Ain't he been in charge of the smuggling for the gang? Ain't he the one who knows all his country here along the Rio best? Uh-huh. Then who'd be more likely to find the masked man than he would? You're right. And that means what we was talking about before is decided for us. What, Pat? Remember when I said I didn't know which one we ought to get after first? Laramie or that Pedro Mendoza? Uh-huh. Well, we're hunting up Laramie. I don't care whether Mendoza works with Laramie or not. If he's the gent that found the masked man, he's the gent that aimed to settle with first. That good. He'll pay, Tonneau. And by thunder, I'm going to have the pleasure of helping to make him pay. What's that? Them shots. Oh, boy. Oh, Scott, oh. Where they come from? Who fired them? Them long way off. Maybe. There they are again. And this time, I know which way they come from. Them come from that way. Back on the north side of the river. Whoever fired them shots, Tonneau, he's in trouble. Come on. Get them up, Scott. Get up, Tonneau. Come on. Surging their mounds to their greatest speed, the two men re-crossed the Rio and raced in the direction of the canyon, of which the gunshots had seemed to come. Thus before reaching the canyon itself, they changed their course, circling to gain the crest of the hill that would reveal all that lay below. Reaching the top, once more, they drew their mounds to a halt. Hold, Scott. Hold them. Hold them. Hold them. Hold them. Hold them. Hold them. Hold them. Hold them. Hold them. Hold them. Hold them. Hold them. Hold them. Hold them. Hold them. Hold them. Hold them. Hold them. Hold them. Hold them. Hold them. Hold them. Hold them. Hold them. Hold them. Hold them. Hold them. Hold them. Hold them. Hold them. Hold them. Hold them. Hold them. Hold them. Hold them. Hold them. Hold them. Hold them. Hold them. Hold them. Now what kind of a hole he got himself in? I mean, I know. At least some other fellas have spread out more, so as we could get a good look at him. I'd give a heat to know who they are. They're edging towards the place where the sheriff's hiding. Maybe them rush sheriff. That's just what they're getting set to do. Tunnel, maybe I'm wrong, but you know what I think? What that? Didn't you tell me when you've seen the sheriff he said as how he was going after Laramie, and he didn't need nobody's help? Uh-huh, that's what him say all right. Well, I just got a hunch he's found Laramie, and wishes now he hadn't. You think Laramie down there? I could be wrong, Tunnel, but plenty I ain't. Me, get him. Hey, hold on. Him and I get masked, man. Make fix him. Oh, Tunnel, wait. You can't just go right into that bunch. Where do we figure out a way to go at this? They'll have you where they've got the sheriff. Hey, stop. You let Tunnel go. Me, fix him. Hey, get him up, scoundrel. Come back here, you crazy galore. Come back. Get him up. Get him up, brother. Get him up. Gone clean local because he thinks Laramie done for the masked man. Well, I guess I'm local, too, because I'm following right along. Get up. Get up, boy. Funging like a thunderbolt from the hill to the canyon bed, Tunnel sent Scout driving for the band of this knotted gunman who was slowly closing in on the sheriff. Get him up, Scout. Get him up, boy. Get him up, boy. Get him up. Arizona, shouting wildly to his own flying mount, followed not far behind. The outlaws, turning at the sound of the two speeding horses, were too astonished by their arrival to do more than give way and divide before the on-rush. But before Tunnel and Arizona could check the flight of their mounts, they found they'd been carried beyond the gunman and reached the place where the sheriff had taken refuge. Whoa, Scout, hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Let me go back. Oh, no, you don't. Once going crazy like that, that's enough. Let me get killed. Dog gone a tunnel you got away with it the first time because he didn't know you was coming. But can't you see you'd never have a chance a second time? They're just ready and waiting for you. Now you come on. Me ride. You said all that? Huh. And I reckon here's where I get mine, Tunnel. Let's go. All right. Nothing doing. You go, I go. You get killed. That's my privilege as much as yours, ain't it? You will not stay back. If you ride, not in your chin time. Then come. Huh? We'd take cover. With the sheriff? Now you're talking. And if we don't hustle, we'll catch lead poisoning. Get up, fella. Get up, Scout. Get up. Hurry up. Hurry up. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Quick. Get back here with me. Where with you, Sheriff? Send the horses on back. You go, Scout. Get up, boy. I thought them skunks was going to get you. After they're on me, fella. It's him all right. Him who'll get masked, man. You mean this time he'd really done it for the Lone Ranger? Looks kind of like it, Sheriff. Why blast their room down means you're high? Here they come. Let them have it. The first attack of the outlaws was beaten off. And the second and the third. Given a breathing space, the three trapped men discussed their situation. Sheriff. Well, I got a little time. Suppose you explain how you got in this fix, huh? Just from getting mad and being a stubborn idiot. Got a letter from Captain Blake, the Texas Rangers, giving me the Dickens. Then a fella back in town said I hadn't gone after Laramie because I was yelling. He was telling the truth. So that's why I got mad. Wouldn't reason to know, buddy. Just plain seen red. I ain't heard it hinted Laramie'd be over this well in little deal with Mendoza. Some come here alone. Which same as what I get for refusing help. And now the three of us are in for it. And it looks it. Where are Mendoza? I don't know. He usually has some half-breeds trailing along with him. But I ain't seen hiding a hair of them. Only Laramie there. That wouldn't be them, would it? Huh? Where? Just entering the canyon. Heading for Laramie's punch. I ain't golly, I think. Thunderation it is. Bad. Bad. Just means almost double the number of Guinness there was, that's all. We didn't have a chance of four. Now we ain't got half that many. Well, all we can do is sell out for plenty. And give them all we got when they come again. Wait. Hold it. What got? Them two gangs don't look so friendly to me. Sheriff. Tunnel. They're going for their guns. Well, I'll be. What do you mean by that? Make of it. I don't give a hoot. All I know is that fight was just made order for us. And them not watch. Too busy. Ain't got time for nobody but each other. Let's circle around and get closer. You think that? Sheriff, I think when them two bunches get through battle, we'll need a one-on win. We will. Come on. Look there. That brief winged Laramie by Dolly. If we don't buddy him pretty soon, there won't be enough left to go to take prisoner. Sheriff, you circle farther there to the left. What do you got in mind? Tunnel can circle to the right. I'll stay here. When I yell, all of us throw down at him at once. All right. I will have him where if they don't surrender, we can blast him to glory. Hurry up now. I'll count to five. That'll give you time. Me go. I am on my way. Dolly, whatever them jets are fighting about, they're sure mad. Just look at them goers. Wow. See that one fellow tip over. And that little gin. It's like like a wildcat. Now, where's the Sheriff and Tunnel? There's Tunnel. He's all right. Yeah, the Sheriff is too. Well, here's for it. Drop them guns and start to reach in, gents. Or you can say goodbye to living right now. You are rich heist. Drop them. Now, they sneak up on us. That is current. The Indians got our horses locked off. Let them hurry. No, you don't. Next man to try, that gets worse. Come on, Tunnel. Adam, Sheriff. Take their guns. Yeah, you, Bert. Let go of those. Bert, don't shoot. I'll reach in. And they're out of the guns. I'm not in any trouble now. Got the hell of getting the noodle out of them. Laramie, you are one great fool. If you do not try to cheat me, this thing will do not happen. Oh, my arm. I didn't cheat you, Pedro. How many times do I have to tell you? I sent you that cash by clam. Clam? Then why you not say so? And didn't I try to when you went for your guns? Yeah, blow. It was not clam I see. It was a mask man. What is it, man? How did that seem? I think this hand yard with a mask come from you. He's saying over in cash that you keep money for yourself. That you think me a big coward would not dare to ask for the cash. A mask man told you that? See. And you thought I sent him? See, see. Well, of course. That's enough of that, you two. Line up with your parts so I can search you good before we start for the caliber boots. Otto, you hear that? I'm here. A mask man. Got these two outfists to scrap and tricked him to save our lives. That's the lone Ranger. Living and raising Ned with crook. Tango with him riding again, there ain't nothing can stop us. Sheriff, put these coyotes on their horses and let's get going. Won't you, pole cats? I'm aching to get at the rest of their parts. Who can beat us now? The Lone Ranger's on outside. There it is, a copyrighted feature, the Lone Ranger Incorporated.