 A fiery horse with a speed of light, the cloud of dust and the hearty high old silver, the lone ranger. Cattle-raising was the first great industry in Texas, but when the days of the open range passed, many farmers and sheepherders settled in the new territory. There was better rivalry between these new settlers and the cattlemen, and their disputes over boundaries and water rights would have resulted in range wars if the massed rider the planes had not interfered. He made both factions realize that the West could never be made safe for honest men unless they united and fought side by side for law and order. Return with us now to those thrilling days of yesteryear when adventure lay at the end of every trail. The lone ranger rides again. Our story begins in Saul Bemis General Store at Valley City. Lefty Curtis opens the door and... Hi there, Lefty. Howdy, Saul. I'm looking for my boss. Is Mr. Hammond around here any place? He ain't blind, are ya? Oh, hello, Mr. Hammond. Howdy there, Peggy. Hello. What are you looking for me for, Lefty? Boss has been more sheep drove into Sweetwater Canyon. No. Close to 100 heads. The dirty, sneak and rotten crooks? It was drove right over the edge. You can see them piled up below. 100 head of prime sheep killed. Them blasted cattlemen. Lefty, did any of the boys see them do it? Did they leave a trail or could be followed? Was there anything to prove at all? I'm sorry, boss. Nothing. There's nobody to see them. Now, if we post guards towards Sweetwater Canyon, they'll turn around and drive the sheep into White Rock, a big smoke here, one of their mothers. We'd have to hire a regiment to keep them from our critters. I'll have to tell the sheriff about this. I've already told him. He should be on his way here now. A stop in his office trying to find you. Well, Peggy, I think this should convince ya now. Of what, Pa? Of what? Why have the kind of ordinary low-down skunks, them cattlemen now? That's what. I suppose you're referring to Pete Lambert. He's one of them. Pete wouldn't do anything like this. There's more, Pa. It ain't been proved yet that any of the cattlemen are implicated. Who else would try to kill off my sheep? I can't say, but I know that Pete wouldn't. Turnin' again your own, Pa. Pa, that ain't true. If you'd forget Pete, like any girl a sense would, and... Your head, say it, Pa. If I'd marry Lefty instead. Sure, we'll get hitched one of these days, Peggy. You'll come around to it in time. I think not. Shucks. You sure ain't gonna turn me down for Pete, are ya? You wouldn't take him when you could get a man, would ya? Forget it, Lefty. She's spoiled and I'm to blame for it. But she's a Hammond. She won't always be so flighty and idle-headed. Here comes the sheriff if you're sure you're through discussing me in public. You were a Hammond, girl. You sure got your morse tongue. Howdy, folks. Howdy, Sheriff. Lefty told you what happened, Sheriff? I've already sent out two my deputies to see if they can't find some trace of the sidewalk. I reckon you know who done this. Uh-huh. The law still says I gotta have proof before I can act. Then get proof. That's what I'm trying to do. But I'll get it. Don't you worry, Mr. Hammond. Them ranchers won't get by with their slick tricks forever. Wait a minute, Sheriff. Watch out. See that fella Saul's waiting on? Here's the grub you asked for, stranger. Got it all wrapped up. Thank you. Here's your money. Two, three, three, fifty-five. Just right. Why, he's... What's that, Lefty? Big Bill Niber. You're talking to me. Bill, how'd you get here? Where'd you come from? Hey, hold on, stranger. You're a big Bill. Pipe your hands. I think not. Just drop that gun back in its holes, Mr. Sheriff. You've mistaken me for another man. Don't try to act on that mistake. Wait, Sheriff. Huh? I reckon I did make a mistake. Stepping out of the shadows that way, the stranger sure did look like Big Bill just for a second. But he ain't, Sheriff. Bill weren't that tall, and he didn't hold himself so straight neither. Oh, gone, Lefty. Make up your mind. Is he your any Bill Niber? I'm not Big Bill, and don't try to follow me. Just a second, stranger. All either fella be, Sheriff. I told you weren't Big Bill, didn't I? And don't go getting yourself sidetracked, Sheriff. It's them crooked ranchers I'm interested in, not strangers. Well, then come along. We'll have a look at where your sheep had drove over and see if my deputies was able to find any evidence that Lefty didn't. After leaving the store, the Lone Ranger made his way to the place where he had concealed his great horse, Silver. He mounted and then raced to the well-hidden camp where Tonto was waiting. Whoa, Silver. Oh, boy. Here are the supplies, Tonto. Oh, man. That good. And Lefty fell for our trap. Him think you, Big Bill? Only for a moment. But a moment was enough. Every sheriff in the West has a reward notice describing Big Bill. But the only people who have ever seen him in person are the members of his old gang and the deputy sheriff who joined the gang to get evidence against them. That's right. The only ones until we caught him and turned him over to the law. Well, that news hasn't reached here yet. We get here plenty fast. I wanted to act on Big Bill's tip that when his gang was broken up and Notch Hopkins escaped, Notch came to this territory. Everything's fitting together. We know the two of Hammond's own men drove his sheep over the cliff. The breed they call Pedro and that fellow they call Fritz. Tonto not see him drive sheep, but Tonto see him come from that way. I have no doubt they were the men. They didn't drive the sheep over. They were close enough to see who did and report them. The fact that they didn't report anybody proves them, Gillie. I don't want them arrested, however, until we know who's behind them. They have no motive. Hammond wouldn't deliberately kill his own sheep just to drive the cattlemen off the range. As a matter of fact, he was here first and the cattlemen didn't take over the north end of the range until Hammond assured them he didn't plan to use it. Not right. But if Hammond's daughter marries Lefty, Hammond plans to retire and turn over the management of the ranch entirely to Lefty. Of course, when Hammond dies, the whole spread will belong to Lefty. That's why him want cattlemen get out and gives him a motive. I'm sure now that Notch Hopkins and Lefty Curtis are one and the same person. Notch was ambitious. That's why he turned crooked, getting things honestly wasn't fast enough for him. It would be like Notch or Lefty as he calls himself now to want the whole range and the fact that he'll get nothing until he marries Peggy Hammond and that Peggy doesn't like him wouldn't bother him at all. First place, Peggy isn't likely to marry anyone without her father's consent and her father wants her to marry Lefty. The second place, Lefty's own conceit won't let him believe she really doesn't like him. What you do now. All right, now I'm going to take all this disguise. It's done at work. Anyone who had been in Big Bill's gang would have thought I was him until he looked closer which is just what Lefty did. Tonto put disguise on plenty good. You did. As soon as it's off, I'll tell you a plan I have. You tell all Lefty's father name Notch? No, even if we were believed Lefty wouldn't get much of a jail sentence on the old charges against him. In a year or two, he'd go free to go on with his crimes. Yeah, him plenty bad fellow. However, if we can prove he's behind the killing of these sheep he'll get what he deserves. And we're going to see that he does. That'd be plenty hard. Him not dry sheep. Pedro Fritz do that. Yes, and the three of them working together on the same outfit gives them a dozen opportunities a day to lay their plans without being observed. Nevertheless, Tonto, the only way we can clear the cattleman and place the guilt on Lefty is to know when the next flock of sheep is going to be driven over the edge of the canyon. Then you take Longman there, huh? I would still involve only Pedro and Fritz. If arrested, they might testify against Lefty or they might not. No, Kimosabe. We don't even need to know where they plan to kill the sheep. Just find out when and our plan will work. Both the masked man and Tonto trail Lefty as best they could throughout the following week. But as the Lone Ranger had pointed out earlier there were still times when Lefty could give instructions without being overheard. The week passed and one day, Peggy Hammond was sitting alone on the seat of a buckboard in front of the general store and... Stand still, Esparth. Why, Peggy? Peggy. I thought that was your poor buckboard, but I didn't see you at first. No, that's a fine thing. Shucks, I reckon you know how I meant it. You come to town alone? Lefty drove me in. He's in the store now. Huh. Jealous? Of that ordinary lowdown... Well, I'm sorry, honey. But every time I think of that skunk, I get hot under the collar. You sure do. I got reason, I guess. Gosh, Peggy, it seems like I never get to see you anymore. Pa won't let you come to the house. No, and he won't let you come to town unless and him or Lefty is with you. Blasted all that ain't fair. Do you think I like it, Pete? I suppose not. But the worst of it is being kept away from you on account of being blamed for something I never done. Pa, don't blame you, Pete. He don't blame me. He blames all us cattlemen together. So it amounts to the same thing in the end. I'm sorry, Pete. Hey. What's the matter? Nothing, honey. Just got an idea, Zo. An idea? Uh-huh. I suppose that's Lefty's horse tied to the end of the buckboard. Yes, but... Then what do you say I untie it, leave it at the hitch rail and put my horse in its place? Whatever for? Well, then maybe I'd climb on the buckboard with you and drive you on home. That way we'd have a chance to talk together. And as long as Lefty's horse is left behind, he wouldn't have to walk home, either. Do you think we dare? Why not? But if Pa saw me, would he...? He won't. I'll leave you before we get inside of the house and ride on back. Then where...? Say, ain't I a fella with good ideas? I'll untie his horse. I'll watch and see you don't come out. Come on, fella. Just let me get that rope now. Hurry, Pete. You bet. All right, horse. Over here now. Got your eye on him, honey? He's still talking to Saul. You'll be hopping mad about this, which will just suit me fine. Hurry and climb up. There we are. Hand me that whip and we'll get going. Hey there! Oh. Oh, no. That beats all. Lefty, why couldn't you have stayed inside? Get down off of that wagon, you sheepkiller. Lefty. What'd you call me? Just watch your eye now. Get down. Peggy, were you going to drive away with this sidewinder? You're not my boss, Lefty. You're Paul here about this. By Heaven's Peter, you getting down or do I have to drag you from that seat? I'll get down. And I'll ask you to take back that about being a sheepkiller. Take it back. Well, that's just what your arm is, ain't it? You and all them thieving, dry-gulching skunks. You hit me. You'll pay for that. Stand up and take the rest you got coming. Pete, watch out. A knife. I'll show you. You'll get a blaster. I'll get you for that. I'll show you. You'll stab you, Pete. No, he won't. I'll fix you. Hey, hey, my arm. Drop that knife. I'll break your arm off. Let me go. Let me go. Stop it. There it is. Now then. But you ain't got the best of me yet. Then take this. And this. Don't hit me. Let me go. You lion-pulled cat. Here's one to finish up the job. No, no, no. You'll pay for this, Pete. You'll see if you don't. I'll fix you. I'll show you. You think I can't, don't you? But you wait. You'll see. No, give me that. I'll break every bone in your body. Get up there. I'll fix you for that. Get up. I got a way to fix him. He'll see. You sure got a lickin' lefty. Let me give you a hand to stand up. Pete didn't break a jaw that he lefty. Get away from me. Let me be. I can take care of myself. I'll show him and you and everybody. A man's gone away. Why? He was hit behind that building. Yeah. Now, who in pleases was that fellow? Well, I got other things to figure out right now. Where do I see Saul? Why, Heaven, Saul would better do what I tell him. Saul! Where are you, Saul? Give me a blast, you thief and hide. Where are you? Here I am, lefty. Why don't you help me out just now? Why don't you give me a hand with Pete? I heard a ruckus, but I was too busy to pay any attention. Say, your eyes most swell shut. And your shirt all ripped off here. What's happened? That's what Pete done. Yeah? The pole cat. He must have got the best of you. Maybe he did for now. Yes, but he... But what I'm gonna do to him is plenty. And so, you're gonna help me. No, but lefty, I ain't no fighter. Who's asked you to fight your yellow bag of bones? Just shut up and listen for once. But what do you... Or would you rather I told the boss about how you've been cheating him on supplies? How you've been charging for two barrels of flour and delivering one? How you been doing a lot of other things? Quiet. Keep still. Don't lefty. Quiet. Now do you think you can help me? Just don't say no more about them things. Blame Lucky for you, nobody else around here knows about your crooked trick. Sure, lefty, sure. And it's done Lucky for me the same as you. Because it's gonna be your word and mine, Saul. It's gonna fix Pete Lambert the way I want him fixed. Blast him. The curtain falls on the first act of our throwing the Lone Ranger drama. Before the next exciting scenes, please permit us to pause for just a few moments. Now to continue our story. After the Lone Ranger had watched the fight in town between Pete Lambert and Lefty Curtis, he rode back to camp once more. Oh, Silver, Silver, Silver. You want me for our lefty now? Tell him it won't be necessary. I think Lefty will act tomorrow. You'll find out. I just saw him take the beating of his life from Pete Lambert. He can't act today. There isn't enough time. He'll likely make his plans tonight and strike tomorrow. That's what Tonto will think. He'll have to take the chance that Lefty will act as we think he will. Him do that all right. I don't doubt that he will. It isn't like him to wait. He'll get revenge just as soon as he can. During the night, Tonto, call on every man I told you about yesterday. I'll take care of the sheriff myself. How to do that? Good. I think we're going to end these sheep killings and bring a criminal justice at the same time. No sooner had the sun set than Tonto leaped into the saddle, gave a shouted command to scout and sent the fleet horse racing toward the north end of the fertile rangeland. The masked man himself was in the saddle before dawn. Silver, a flashing flying ghost, swept toward town out racing the wind. At length in the first light of dawn, the lone ranger reached his destination and drew rain in front of the sheriff's home. Oh, Silver, over, over. Sheriff, open the door. Open up. Now come in. Close the door. Close it. What is this? What do you want? You're already dressed. Get into your coat and come with me. Now look here. Don't argue with my six-gun, Sheriff. But where are we going? What's the idea? What's that mess? You and I are going to the Hammond Ranch. We're going to trap the man who had been killing Hammond sheep. Hey, you know who they are? Perhaps. Then tell me what you know. I'm not going to tell you. I'm going to show you. Now get into your coat. Give a fellow a chance, would you? Sheriff, what time do Hammond's men leave the bunkhouse? They'll be out by dawn. Why? You want to get there before they're gone? Just after they're gone. Come on. This looks to me like some kind of a trick. It is. Is your horse saddled? I hold a saddle up before he fixed me my breakfast. He's staying around the side of the house. Get him. He'll come when I call. Dear Chief, come here, boy. But you just admitted this is a trick. Not on you, Sheriff, on the crooks. Well, I ain't got nothing but your word for it. Which you will have to take. If I wasn't covered up... As you are now into the saddle. We're going to Hammond's place, you say? We are. Steady, Silver. Hey, what did you call that? Don't stop the talk. Get going. Come on, Silver. Heard up. Get out of there. Now, with the early sun to light their way, the masked man and the sheriff sent their mouths plunging down the trail toward the distant Hammond ranch house. When they left the main trail, the sound of their horses' hooves brought both Hammond and his daughter to the door of their home. A mask fuller. Oh, Silver. Come on. Come on, Silver. Come on, Sheriff. Up the steps. Is it a hold-up? It isn't, Peggy. You needn't be alarmed. Well, if it ain't a hold-up, what's the mask for? And why the gun? I'm making sure you do as you're told. Who's inside the house? Why, no one. Your men. Where are they? Out on the range. Where they belong. And there's no one but you with the ranch now? No one but the cook. Good. Now, inside with you all three. Hey, you can't... Inside, I said. Please, Bob. Don't argue with them. I'd argue if I had a six-gun in my hand. Inside. You too, Sheriff. I wish you'd explain what you're up to. You'll learn before I'm through. Now, take chairs and place them in front of the window so that they face that barn across the yard. This is the dog-gondous hocus-pocus I ever heard tell of. There's a reason for it. The only reason is that them cattle men are up to some trick again. Now, then, Hammond, you can see the door of that barn over there. Tell me this. Is there any other way it can be entered or left? Well, I asked it, what's the idea of a fool question like that? I expect an answer. Well, that door is the only way I know of to get in or out, a short of busting in the side of the barn. Very well. The three of you are staying right where you are. You're keeping your eyes on that barn. I don't know how long you'll have to stay here, but I do know this. You will stay and make no attempt to make a break for it. In the meantime, at some distance from the ranch house, Lefty Curtis was standing beside his horse. He kept looking impatiently, first at the broad expanse of rains that was spread out below him, then over his shoulder toward the trail from town. At last, he heard a horse approaching. I couldn't make it no sooner, Lefty. Then you're late enough, Saul. But what I want to know is what's keeping Pedro and Fritz. They're even later than you are. But you said nobody, but you was going to see me here. Don't get ahead up. We ain't meeting the boys. Then what was that? I picked out this place up here so as we could see them when they got started. Yeah, look down below. Huh? The sheep are scattered out. Uh-huh. Well, Fritz and Pedro will come riding from over beyond there. They'll get the sheep started with the dogs, then head them for the canyon. They're using the dogs? Won't they try to keep the sheep out of danger? They won't be needed after the sheep is bunched. The boys will shoot them. Oh. And they'll get ham and matter than losing his critters will. Why'd we have to come here at all? You gave them their orders, didn't you? Yeah, and I'm making sure they're obeyed. There they are. It took them long enough. They got the dogs rounding up the sheep now. Let's see. Five minutes to get them in a flock. 15 or so to reach a canyon. More than an hour for us to get back to the ranch house. It's safe enough. Come on. Blast your stand still. All right, Saul. Here's where Pete Lambert and his friends are fixed for good and all. Get up. Get along there. Get up there. Get up. Get up. Back at the ranch house, Hammond, his daughter, Peggy, and the sheriff were forced to obey the mask man. The hours dragged by slowly as they watched the barn the Lone Ranger had pointed out. Dad, rat it, mask man. Can't we take a walk around or do something, rather? I'm getting so tired of setting in one place I'm beginning to ache. You'll stay where you are. If I ain't hurt you, complain none at all. You must like being kept prisoner. It ain't that I like it, Hammond. It's just that I'm reserve in judgment. Reserve in judgment? No. See something, Peggy? It's lefty. Ridin' back to the house. What's bringin' him here? Well, By's under that song with him. Mask fella, you figure on makin' them prisoners, too? No. They're drawin' up. You look kind of excited. Sheriff, if the cattlemen have been up to somethin', and you let this stranger hold us here... Boss, what the... Don't slap leather, Lepty. You pretty killer. Has this fella held you up, Hammond? Not so far. Lefty, what are you doin' back at the ranch house this time of day? Gosh, a mask fella near drove it out of my head. Boss and cattlemen got your sheep again. We lost them. But this time they wasn't as slick as they thought they was. Go on, Saul. Tell them what you see. I haven't, Saul. Did you see somethin'? Well, it was like this, Hammond. I... Get on with it. I'm a tryin' to. I was ridin' over towards the old Rizdon place, figurin' on havin' a look at the house, and maybe buyin' it, and... You dog-gone putter and old fool, get to the point. Well, I was just tryin' to explain how I happen to be ridin' near Big Smokey Canyon. That's where the sheep was drove over? Uh-huh. And it was Pete Lambert and Ike Billins that done it? No. Oh, no, it couldn't have been. Didn't you just hear Saul say so? You couldn't get around that, Peggy. How many did they kill this time? Saul looked me up and we rode over. Judging roughly, I'd say somewhere between 75 and 100. Ain't Saul, you seen Pete and Ike so you could swear to it? Well, I... Go on. Sure. Sure I could swear to it. I seen them planes. Stranger? Yes, Cheryl. I wasn't sayin' anything while you held this here because I heard what you called your horse. Let him ask you where and put me in mind of a fella I'd heard of. Well, either you ain't the fella I thought you was or he ain't the kind of fella most folks think he is. You think I was in on the plot to kill Hammond's sheep? You must have been. And I'll see you hung for it. Maybe you've got the drop on us now, Masked Fuller, but you'll get you as a four-line through. I'll show you something. Once that barn. Maybe then you'll understand why I forced you to stay here. You can't fool us no more. Wait. Pete, I, all of you, come out. No, what do you like? There's meek and Ike billings, and there's Thurston and there's Duke Cowan. Well, I'll be doggone, and there's Westover and Larkin and the Roper Barn. They must have been. In that barn all the time. Every cattleman that uses the range was there. You said yourself there was no way in or out of that barn except for the door you were watching. There wasn't a cattleman free to destroy the sheep. The Saul and Lefty claimed they did. But I don't say... Come on in, fellas. Beat all of you. There's some explaining to be done here. Howdy, Peggy. Howdy, Mr. Hammond. Am I gone, local? Saul says Pete and Ike killed my sheep. But me and the sheriff and Peggy here no blame well it was in my barn all the time. Now, how's that going to be explained? It was a scheme of Lefties. I didn't know Saul was in on it, but no doubt Lefty used him so that the evidence would be clenching. It's a lie. It must have been you that were straying from the truth. You've seen for yourself Pete and Ike didn't do it. Well, I... Nice, Saul. Must have been some other fellas, you seem. Yeah, Lefty. I reckon it was. But you both know the sheep were destroyed, of course. Sure we do. That's why we thought it was a cattleman. Tonneau just rode up with two horsemen. Perhaps he left something to say about that. Come on in, Tonneau. The ancients got a gun on Pedro and Fritz. I have done nothing to your... Nothing, I swear it. Let the ancients let us go, will you? We can't be blamed for what we never done. You've stuffed them in time, Tonneau. Me follow them. Them head plop per canyon. Then me make them stop. Then the sheep are safe. That's right. Good work, he must have been. Well, Lefty and you, Saul, how do you explain reporting those sheep killed when they haven't been? Well, I don't know. Well, maybe Saul lied to me. You ain't going to make me the goat for this, Lefty. You ain't going to leave me holding the bag. I never wanted to have nothing to do with this trick in the first place. It was you who made me do it. Gee, that is so, Senor. Lefty, he make us do what he say. That is the truth for you, Senor. Hey, that clinches it. You're all under arrest. Take him out, boys. Mr. Hammond, I don't really know bang me and the other ranchers here no more for the trouble there's been. Of course not, Pete. But I don't see why Lefty... Well, the engine told us about that part of it, Mr. Hammond. You see, Lefty figured on Mary and Peggy. But he was. I know, honey. But Lefty didn't. And he figured with his self-married to Peggy, the ranch turned over to him, and us cattlemen drove off the range. He'd be king penned in these parts. And the engine said something more, Sheriff. He said, if you looked it up, you'd find where Lefty used to call himself Notch Hopkins. And Notch Hopkins was... One of Big Bill Nyberg's gang. Now where'd that Massfella get to? I got some apologies to make to him. I... Dog gone. I should have known he wouldn't wait to be thanked. But why wouldn't he, Sheriff? If you folks guessed who he was like I did, you wouldn't ask me that. Friends, that Massfella was the lone ranger. Where you have just heard is a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated.