 A cloud of dust and a hardy high old silver, the lone ranger. With his faithful Indian companion 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 a greater champion of justice. Return with us now 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 silver, let's go people, let's silver! Abigail Miller was a determined, strong-minded woman who ran her ranch and her husband with an iron hand. She stood in the living room of the ranch house facing Marty Collins, the town gambler. I told you before Marty Collins, you're nothing but a wastrel and a gambler. Ever since my father left me this spread, you've been putting in a claim for a loan you say you gave him some time ago. Now listen here Mrs. Miller, I have a just claim for that loan and I'll take steps to see that. Go right ahead, take any steps you like. I told you someday I'd find the receipt you gave my father. Well, now I can produce that receipt whenever you want to start taking those steps you're talking about. I don't believe you found any such thing. Now see here, if that's your way of saying I'm lying, then I'll... Now, no need to draw a gun on me. I was just saying if you had a receipt. Why don't you show it to me now? I got it, that's all you need to know. Now get out of here and don't come snooping around this spread again. Go on, get. No use arguing with a woman like you. You'll be meeting again Mrs. Miller. Get out I say! He comes around here, I'll show him he's trying to keep the wrong person. Mama, when is Dad coming home? Landsakes Johnny, you've been asking me that question all morning. He'll be here when he gets here and no telling when that'll be. Why are you asking? Dad said he'd have a surprise for me when he came back from town, that's why. Him and his promises. You ought to know that father of yours by this time. But this time he really promised. He said it would be a big surprise. Yeah, I wish he'd hurry up. Nothing ever hurries that man one way or the other. You've got as much help around here as a shorn land, that's what. There he is now, Mama. Dad, Dad, did you bring the surprise? Did you remember that... Oh! A collie, Dad, a collie. He seems to like it, son. Do you like it? Oh gee, do I? Here, boy, I sell it here. Hey, Jed, Miller, our dog. I'll hold him. No, Abby, he'll be a good company for Johnny and... Oh, isn't he a beauty mom? Isn't he? Where'd you get that animal, Jed? Get away! Keep your dirty paws off me. He won't eat you, Mama. Collie, I always wanted a dog. Jed, I asked you, where'd you get him? Well, now, Abby, you see, I... Well, I bought him. Didn't cost much, but I... Bought him? Do you mean to stand there and tell me you spent our good money for that dog? Oh, which is a little I saved, Abby, just a few dollars. So? You've been keeping aside money without me knowing about it, too, huh? Well, you can take that animal right back where you got him and get your money back. Oh, Mom, please. Let me keep him. Please. Well, we'll try him out for a few days. But mind you, if he gets to be a nuisance around here, out he goes. I'll get him out of my sack. Several days passed, and Johnny and the dog had become great pals. Come on, boy, come on, Bill. There's a way around here. Come on, boy, come on, there's a good boy. Come on, over here, now. Stop it, you hear? Quiet, Rusty, quiet. I had all I can stand of that dog. Oh, Mama, we forgot. It was my fault. We were just having fun. I've told you a thousand times in the last few days to keep that dog quiet and to keep him out of this house. Look at the carpet. Look at my clean porch. What's the trouble, Abby? That dog. That's what's the trouble, Jed, never. And it's all your fault for bringing him home. Now, Abby, calm down and forget about Rusty. I got to get along to town, so if there's anything else you want me to bring back, you better get out. There's nothing more I want you to bring back, Jed. But there's something I want you to take with you. Take with me? What's that, Abby? Rusty, that's what. I can't stand that dog around here another minute. I won't have him here. Put a rope on him and take him with you. My God. You don't really mean it. Yes, I do mean it. He's going, and that's that. See, here, Abby, that dog and Johnny's like they was always together. Well, you can't part them now. Forget about Rusty. He'll soon be. No, that dog's going back. Jed, you get that money back, and see that you bring it to me, too. But, Abby, the man who sold him to me was just passing through town. Came into prairie school and for supplies. They drove on that morning. Then take him back to town and give him away. And you can leave right now. We'll have no collie around here. Well, there, Abby. Go along. Take him back to town and make sure you leave him there for good. Please. Let him stay. He likes you. Jed, do as I say. Yes, dear. Well, fella. I want the key for me. Oh, why can't I? Why? Because I say so. That's why. And stop felling, young man, or I'll give you something to pry about. We're not having any dogs around this spread, and that's that. Later in town, Dan Reed, the 14-year-old nephew of the Lone Ranger, stood at the hitch-rack in front of the general store, putting supplies in his saddlebags when Jed Miller reigned up. Oh, ho, there you are. Stay. Collie. That sure a nice-looking collie, mister. Oh, boy. All right, son. He's a fine dog. What's his name? Man I got him from said his name was Rusty. Here, Rusty. Here, boy. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. Nice. Hey, he knows his name all right. Mm-hmm. Bet you'd like to have a dog like that now, wouldn't you, son? Collie, yes. But you see, I- Well, here, hold this rope a minute with him. Oh, sure. You keep him, son. He's all yours. And take good care of him. Hey, hey, wait, mister. I- If I had to tell him I couldn't keep you, Rusty. I guess the best thing to do is take you to camp with me. The Lone Ranger will know what to do with you. Easy, Victor. Steady boy. Hey, hey, Rusty. Come on, Victor. A short time later, Dan arrived at the camp, which he shared with the Lone Ranger and Tonto. Oh, Victor. Oh, boy. The Steady Boy. Hey, hey. Tired, Rusty. Dan, where'd you get the collie? A man in town gave him to me, sir. He gave him to you? Dan, you know we can't keep a- I know. I tried to tell him. Then he asked me to hold the rope a minute. He mounted his horse real quick, told me the dog was mine and rode away fast before I could stop him. Well, I guess there was nothing else to do but to bring the dog here. Tired, aren't you, old fellow? He's a fine-looking collie. His name is Rusty. Uh, what can we do with him? Well, it looks like his owner wants to get rid of him. Will you take him to the mission, the podway will take care of him. Tire the end of the rope to that sapling, then you can get him some food. All right. Come on, Rusty. What's going on? What's going on? What's going on? How are you, Kim? How are you? I guess Dan missed you in town, fellow. Ah. Me go near cafe. Me hear men talk. Then they trouble seemed like. What did you hear? Well, me stand at back, two men at bar, them not notice. One tall, dark man, him name Margie, other him stalky, heavy set man. This time, Jake, the lady Miller practically ran me off to place with a gun. Said she finally found a receipt I gave her father before he died. If that's the case, Marty, you might as well forget it. You'll never collect. Listen, I did give the old man a receipt, but I never returned the note he signed. That's what I was trying to collect on again. If something happened to that receipt, I could still collect $5,000 or get part of that spread. But if you got the $5,000, how can you expect to get it? I told you, I still hold that note. I'd like to get back at that woman for acting so smart with me anyway. What you're planning to do? Come on in the other room. We'll get a red and Joe, then I'll tell all of you what we'll do. We'll soon be dark and the Miller hands will be coming to town, seeing that it's Saturday. We'll have plenty of time to carry out my plans without anyone stopping us. In that room, close door, you may not hear more. They're plotting trouble at the Miller spread tonight, then, huh? Ah, that's right. Some go down now. Maybe them on way to Miller Ranch already. Yes. I know where that ranch is, Tutto. We're right over there right now. I'm here slowly. You leaving, sir? Yes, Dan, city. Come on. You wait here for us. Yes, sir. We don't belong, Dan. Hold still there. Come on. Count. We've already set when Marty Collins, with his three friends, rained up at the entrance to the short trail into the Miller Ranch. Oh, boy. Oh, boy. A bunch of cow-pokes we pass on the trail going in the town or from the Miller spread. So I'm sure we won't have any trouble. Suppose some of them should come back for something, Marty? They won't. But just to be on a safe side, Jake, we'll leave Red and Joe here to watch. They're going to hide in that clump of cottonwoods there and watch the trail. Good idea. You're right on in with me, Jake. I remember, boys. If anyone turns in here, it's up to you to keep them from going any further. You understand? We'll keep them from going in, Marty. We'll shoot first and talk afterwards. Yes, you know what to do then. Come on, Jake. We're right at the ranch house. Get up there, Marty. Get up there. Come on. In the meantime, in the ranch house living room, Abigail Miller was discussing a now-familiar subject with her husband, Jed. Land-stakes. Next thing you know, you'll be bringing him home a coach and four of the gold trappings for that boy. He tried himself plum to sleep over that collie dog. It's your fault for bringing it home. Oh, now, Abby, all I've heard about since I got back from town is that dog. I've been trying to forget the poor thing, the way he whined to stay with Johnny and off. Oh, now you're trying to say it's all my fault. Is that it, Jed Miller? Oh, no, dear. I didn't say that. Now you as much as call me a liar. I declare how I come to marry such a spym as Jack Mule as you, Jed Miller, I'll never know. I must have been out of my mind. Yes, dear. Oh! Now you insinuate I was an idiot when we got married, is that it? No, dear. What I meant was I must have been out of my mind when we got married. Why, Jed Miller, sitting there insulting me like that, I ought to take this room and then... Now, now, calm down, Abby. Calm down. Let's forget the whole thing, dear. All right. But if you ever go bringing the dog home again, I will... No, no, no, no, dear. If you do, I'll... Wait, you don't don't move. Stay. A couple of hours. I'll hold up. Come on, dear. I'm excited to... I will get what we came after. Sure. Just keep a couple with your gun. I'll get them tied up. One of your songs familiar. You didn't have them bandanas over your faces. I should have. You talked too much. I am good and tight, Jake. Then we'll turn this place inside out till we find what we came for. 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. Wait for the Miller ranch. The Miller spread is just a short distance ahead, Puddle. Ah. You think Puddle's there already, Kim Sobby? You'll soon find out. That's right. Maybe we'd better go push the way forward. Hold on. Hold on. The moonlight makes us a perfect target, Tonneau. Someone shot from the concrete right ahead. Ah. Get going back down the trail. Looking for what's good for you? I saw movement in the shadows to the right. Ah. Let me see something too. All right, you all. Raise. We're not waiting. Come on, silhouette. Get them on this count. Come on, silhouette. Get them on this count. Oh. Oh. Push it over. It's very easy. Hold on. Puddle. Puddle. Me all right. Me all right, Kim Sobby. The bullet creased your head. I can't leave you here. I'll have to wait. Me all right now. We ride. We get outlawed. Are you sure you're all right? Ah. It's very easy. Come on. We'll get those men for that. One silhouette. Get them on this count. Move around the left, Puddle. Push over. Hold on. Go down those guns. Please, mister. Don't shoot no more. My arm. My arm is busted. I can't stand it. We'll see. Stop yelling. Let's have a look at the wound. Hold still. Hold on. Hold on. All right. Get their guns, Puddle. Let me get them. Keep an eye on them. You. Hold still. Oh. You have to tear the sleeve back a little bit. Oh. Shut up, you're yelling. You're not killed. My whole arm is numb. Let's see. The bullet just burned you. That's all. My man, your arm is not broken. Hand me the canteen, Puddle. Here. Thanks, Miss Abbey. I'll have to use your bandana. Yeah. Sure. We'll wash and bandage the wound and we'll be all right. What are you going to do with this? We'll tie you up and leave you here for a little while. It didn't tie me. I couldn't. Shut up. Stand still a minute. All right. You'll both be tied. Sorry. Here. This will fix you. Ah, here. Here's a rope. Neat time. Good. Make it fast, Tutto. You've got to get to the ranch house. Ah. It took but a few moments for the Lone Ranger and Tutto to finish dressing the wound and tie their prisoners. But in the meantime, Marty and Jake were hard at work in the ranch house. They looked in every cloth, poked into drawers and cupboards, went through chests and boxes. They looked for loose boards in the floors and walls, loose bricks in the fireplaces. They looked in the stove, beneath the furniture, in the mappresses and bedding everywhere, searching for the receipt of which Abigail Miller had spoken. Now you, Aunt Grace, have saved yourself a lot of trouble if you'd listened to me. We got no time to listen. But Dad's read it all. I told you we got no gold around here. I'll swear to it if that'll help any. You're tearing up this place, so I'll never get it back in order. A lot we care about the order. Here, Jake, look in this box. Turn it upside down. Right. He is not there. There's nothing there but some old souvenirs and stuff. I got no gold here. Shut up. We know what we're looking for. Hey, Marty, did you look in all the pots and pans? Sure. How about these cups and things on the shelf? I looked in them. What we're looking at is teapot. There's not gold in there. No? Well, you act like there was something in there. Let's see. Marty, what do you got? Look here, Jake. Maybe this is it. Well, I'm holding it. Let's see. That's nothing but a receipt. Yeah. A receipt, Jake. Take a look. Happy, why do you suppose that's all? That receipt. That's what they've been looking for. It sure is. That answers the jet. Now I know who that tall one is. He's Marty Collins himself. Marty Collins? Sure it is. Can't deny it, can you, Collins? No. Maybe I won't even try to deny it. Rather she's tagged you, Marty. What about it? You'll have to take steps. So you think you know me, eh, Mrs. Miller? You bet, I know you. And just as soon as I get the chance and get loose from here, I'll tell the sheriff. Yeah? She'll tell her too, Marty. I reckon she would. Well, that wouldn't be good. Shoot her. Marty, can you hear that? Gunplay. I hear it. The boys must have sighted someone. Yeah. We better clear out of here Pronto. Kyle, come back here with that receipt. Watch out, Abby. You're knocking over the table. Come back. You're here. Where's the lamp? They must be out of here. Wait. I'm tired. We'll be burned to death. Wait! You will soon find out. Oh, Sylvia, don't scout. Two men run around inside a house. Yes, we've got to get them. You stop one, other run to horse. Oh, Sylvia, oh, see, he's big fella. Send for that one, sir. Oh, sir. Open up. Open up. Quick, get going. No, you don't. Get off that horse. Let go of her. You what? I'll get you. What's the last thing I do? Here's your chance. Ah, mask all of it, huh? Well, we'll see. The horse shot you up. What's the matter, Toto? Look, we keep playing. We can pump in the rent house. Fire. Come on. Huh? Someone's inside. We've got to get to them. Watch out, Kimusabi. I'm going in for them. Come, we'll get you out. Bring the man, Toto. Take it easy, man. You'll be all right. Are you all right? Oh, yes. Yes, we almost got burned to death. Where's Jan? Him here. He'll be all right. We'll untie you. We can do to save the ranch house. I don't know who you are, stranger, but... Abby, we forgot Johnny. He's sleeping in the back bedroom. He'll be burned. Johnny, my boy. Your boy's still in there? Yes, Johnny. He'll be burned alive. No one could get into him now. We've got to get him out somehow. Name's pretty bad now. You'll not find way through. I've got to. The dog is running into the house. Come on, Toto. I'll tie my neckage over my nose. Wait here at the door. Be ready to help, Toto. It's not good. I can't see. I knew where to go. I've got to get that boy out. The dog is trying to drag the boy with him. Here, let me help, old fella. Easy. We'll soon be outside. We'll be right back. The boy with him. Here, let me help, old fella. Easy. We'll soon be outside. Make it easy, son. You're not very heavy. It's not all right. This way. This way. All the way. All the way. All right, son. This way still. Johnny! Johnny! Johnny! You're rotten. Yes, Mom. Yes, sir. I couldn't have found Johnny in there, but hadn't been for your dog, Mrs. Miller. We don't have it. Look there, Abby. It's Rusty. The collie I brought by home last week. He came back. He came back to me. He'll have a better rope tied to him, which is though he chewed the end of it to get loose. Yes, that's what he did all right. I gave him to a nice-looking boy in town, but I guess Rusty already had a strong life and for Johnny. So he chewed himself loose and come back. Just in time, too. You say you gave him away? Yes, that's right. Mama wouldn't let us keep him. I can't imagine anyone wanting to give away a fine collie like that. But if you still want to get rid of him, I know where you'll find a good home. Collie, from the looks and things, we aren't going to have a home. But then I always did want a new ranch house. We'll move into the bunk house till it's built, Abby. I'll decide that when the time comes, Jett. I'm deciding it right here and now. I declared, Jed Miller, then playing the mustard dog. The claims didn't have anything to do with it. Because that dog and what he'd done that made me wake up, Abby, you turned him out. Yet he come back and saved our boy. But see him, Jed. You see here, Abigail Miller. I'm running things after the new ranch house is built. In fact, I'm running them from now on. And one thing I'm telling you, is Rusty is staying here. He's Johnny's own dog. Of course, Jed. I want him to stay. Don't ask that. Golly, Mom. Maybe we not needed him, I'll tell you. Too bad there was nothing to do to save the house. Or we'll take those crooked towel and turn them over to the sheriff. You mean you caught them? Yes, that's right. Crooks tied up near Corral. Two more yonder. One of them is Marty Collins. I know that. And tell the sheriff he sold back a receipt he gave my father for a loan payment. Well, perhaps this is it. He had it in his home. Look. That's it, all right? Thanks, stranger. That's all right. Come along, Tutto. Rusty acts like he knows that name. He sakes we don't know who he is after all he did for us. Come on, we'll ask. All right, all right. All right. Easy boy. Be careful with the gun. Oh, wait a minute, mister. We want to know who we are. Does it matter? Hey, good chair of Rusty, Johnny. Dog well worth owning. But tell us who he is. Good luck. Come on, get him out of the car. Come on. Rusty knows who he is. If he could only talk, he could... dare. I know. That man called that horse Silver. And he wears a mask. Golly, he's the Lone Ranger. I don't know that. You've just heard as a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated.