 A fiery horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust and the hearty Hio Silver, the Lone Ranger. A fiery horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust and the hearty Hio Silver, the Lone With his faithful Indian companion, Tonto, the daring and resourceful masked rider of the planes 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 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. Dog City was new and raw, pulsing with life, the end of the Chisholm Trail, the destination of the great trail herds driven up from Texas to be shipped to the eastern markets. All summer long the town was crowded with cowboys and cattle buyers, gamblers and confidence men. And although Wild Bill Hickok was the marshal now, there was no controlling the sudden outbreaks of violence. It was a warm night in August and the singing kid was standing at the bar in the trails and cafe humming to himself. Brock elbowed his way through the crowd to his side and the men around him suddenly became silent. So you're tuning up for another concert, huh? Nope. Just tomming a little to myself. You know who I am? Your name's Brock. Mine's Jim Dillon. They call you the singing kid, don't they? Some folks do. And you're the one who put Tom Walsh in the hospital. He's out now, isn't he? Well, I'm a friend of Tom's seed and anybody that draws on him has to draw on me. Tom drew first. I don't believe that. That's true. I'm calling you a lot. I'm not. You can ask anybody who saw the fight. I don't. I don't like your singing. I guess it is, pretty no account. And I don't like your face. Neither do I. You're a yellow kid. You can't make me draw, Brock. Not first. You'll have to go for your gun before I make a move. And I aim to. It was the kids' gun that spoke and Brock's right arm that hung useless after the shot had been fired. Did you see that? Brock didn't want to get his gun out of his whole set of kids, right? Yeah. I'm sorry you made me do that, Brock. You're sorry. Well, you dirty little coyote. Hey. I did, Marshal. You again, kid? It wasn't his fault, Marshal. Brock went for his gun first. Just your arm, Brock? Yeah. Too bad. What? Get out of here. Go see a doc. Well, how do you like it? Let me through here. Yeah, I'm taking you to jail. But Bill, I didn't go. No arguments. The kid was locked up. But in less than two hours, Wild Bill Hickok, the Marshal, returned to his cell and unlocked the door. Kid, I'm going to turn you loose on one condition. What's that, Bill? I've got a job. It'll take you out of town for a while. I've got a job. I want you out of town. But why? You know, I don't want to make any trouble. I'm an easy-going curse if they leave me alone. Listen, kid, you've made yourself a reputation for being quick on the draw. You can take my word for it. That isn't healthy. You've made yourself the target for every would-be bad man around here. More and more, you're going to have to prove you're faster than they are. Because you're not a killer, because you won't draw first, one of them is going to get you. Now, will you take the job or shall I lock this door again and throw away the key? Well, all right. What is it? Come along. Can't you tell me what it's all about? You'll find out in a minute. There's a girl waiting in my office. She'll tell you what it's about. A girl? June Marlowe. You've never saw a prettier one. Go on in. Miss June, this is Jim Dillon. They call him the singing kid. How do you do? How do you miss? Will you explain to them about the job? Yes. You see, I own the bar and ranch near San Antonio. You're a long way from home. I came here by stage and train so that I could sell my trail herd myself. It left San Antonio six weeks ago. Should be here by now? Yes, it should be, but it isn't. I have some notes to meet. And if I don't sell that herd by September 1st, I won't be able to meet them. I'll lose my ranch. Oh, that'd be tough. If something's happened, I want to find out. I want to find my cattle. So you want me to take a ride south and look for them? And I'm going with you. Huh? I can't just stay here and wait. It means too much to me. Oh, but the trail is no place... There's no place for a girl. I realize the dangers. You'll be my bodyguard. You and two other men the Marshal is vouched for. That is, if you care to take the job. I sure do. Good. Then it's settled. We'll start at once. Where are the other two, Marshal? They're waiting outside a town near the woods on Stony Crick. They know all about the situation. They'll meet you there. Good. There's something I should tell you. You're not hiring them. What? They simply want to help you. They're the best scouts in the west. But I must... No, Miss June. One of them wears a mask. A mask? The other's name is Tando. He's an Indian. A masked man and an Indian? Outlaw. Well, they're not outlaws. The masked man rides a white horse called Silver. Tando and Silver. The kid's heard of them. I sure am. Miss June, the masked man is the lone ranger. Half an hour later, June and the kid rode out of town. The moon was full, and as they neared the woods, they could see the figure of the lone ranger tall in the saddle that strived the great horse Silver. Tando stood beside Scout at his side. Whoa, lady! Whoa! Miss Marlowe, isn't it? Yes, sir. And this is the singing kid. I've heard about you, kid. Well, sir, all that trouble hasn't been my fault. I know that too. Trouble? What sort of trouble? I was... Oh, Miss Marlowe, while Bill talked to me this afternoon, since then, Tando's found out something about your herd. Really? Not right. Good news? I'm afraid not. Is he your man called Sam Evans? Why, yes. He's the one who I... I owe him some money. Well, he's in dodge, and Tato heard him talking in a cafe this evening. Ah, him talk to Fuller who'd just come in off trail. Evans asked about Bar M. Herd. He doesn't want it to reach here before the 1st of September. Oh, Fuller, tell Evans everything fine. Herd not moved. Only three men in crew now. One sick. I don't understand. There were six men in the crew. There evidently aren't now, and if they're driving the herd at all, it's only a few miles a day. Where are they? Somewhere between the Red and the Canadian Rivers. That's a long way, isn't it? Are you ready for a hard ride? Of course. And we can make the Canadian by morning or the day after tomorrow. You just lead the way. Good, let's go. All right. Fuller! Enough! Come! With the Lone Ranger in the lead, the little party headed south along the Chisholm Trail. They stopped only to rest their horses and cross the Cimarron at dawn. The masked man called a halt during the hottest hours of the day, and then on they rode again. The Canadian was reached the following morning, but their horses still fresh because of the Lone Ranger's care and thoughtfulness. Once on the other side of the river, he and Tahoe ranged far and wide to the east and the west of the trail, looking for a sign of the bar I'm heard. It was late afternoon when they found it in a green valley near a swift flowing stream. There's Bob Crandall by the campfire. He's my foreman. Hello, Bob! Hello! What's the meaning of this, Miss June? You travel with a masked man and an Indian. Don't you worry about them. They're friends of mine. And with their help, we're going to get this herd moving. That's easy, big boy. Now, where's the rest of your crew? Joe's in the chuck wagon. Is he hurt bad? Pretty bad. He's out of his head most of the time. What happened? We had a fight with some cows. He stopped a rifle bullet. Were the others... heavy? Are the three been killed? No, ma'am. They quip. I don't believe it. That's right, Miss. That's just what the cowards did. Miss June, while you're talking with Bart, I don't know how to have a look at the man in the chuck wagon. Yes. Come on, Tutto. Ah. They quip. They quip. They took off. Look, there's no balls, ma'am. The lone ranger and Tutto climbed into the canvas-covered chuck wagon. On the dim interior, they could see a man lying on the floor. Who's there? Did I hear Miss June's voice? Or am I dreaming? You heard her voice all right, Joe. Better light the lantern, Tutto. Ah, may do it. Or is she... She's talking to Bart right now. Tell her that... Tell her that... Not to believe anything he says. Here, lantern. Good. You're masked. It's all right, Joe. We're friends of Miss June's. We're going to help her get the herd to dodge. Take a look at the wound, Tutto. I don't do it. Somehow you sound all right to be... in spite of the mask. You'll look out for her, won't you? You mean she's in some danger? Don't believe anything they say. Easy, easy. Ah, this not look good. I may get stuff from saddlebags. Go ahead. Bart and Elle think I've been unconscious ever since I was hit. I fooled them. I know what they're up to. Well, you hit before the three men quit. Danny and Fred and Pete, they didn't quit. Bart fired them and drove them off at the point of a gun. Bart would have left me behind, but he figured he had a better way of getting rid of me. The buffaloes. What's that? A little be left of this outfit when the buffalo hurts, weep over it. Let's fix them up pretty quick. He's unconscious, Tutto. Not all right. Him not feel hurt when we use medicine. Tutto, where are the buffalo, the big herd? They're east of here. Between the red and the Canadian? Ah, me think so. And they're grazing this way? We may not know that. You've got to find out, Kimo Sabe. What does Fuller say? Something about the buffalo herd sweeping over this outfit. There are hundreds of thousands in the big herd. They're close. They cut us off. Before we reach the Canadian, there'd be no chance of keeping the cattle together. They'd be lost like drops of water in the ocean. That's right. As soon as you're finished with Joe, we'll find out where they are. The sun had set, but the western sky was still a blaze of purple and red, while the lone ranger and Tutto rained up at the top of a long slope, only five miles from camp. And there, an awe-inspiring sight met their gaze. Buffalo, hundreds, thousands, hundreds of thousands, perhaps millions. As far as the eyes could see, to the north, the south, and the east, the great shaggy beasts covered the plain. And they're heading west. And I'm bet down for night soon now. But they'll be crossing the Chisholm Trail by noon tomorrow. We can't wait, Tutto. Our only chance to get across the Canadian is to start our drive tonight. One hundred! Get him up, scoundrel! 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 to continue our story. A lone ranger and Tutto raced back to the trail camp after scouting the Buffalo herd and found June, the singing kid, Bart and Al, sitting around the campfire eating their evening meal. Ho-ho-ho! Easy, silly big fella. Easy! Where have you two been? Miss June, we're going to have to start our drive tonight. Tonight? That's crazy! Keep your opinions to yourself, Bart. Now on your taking orders. We'll have all the proof we need that you've deliberately tried to keep this herd from reaching Dodge City. You can't talk that way to me. Whatever he says goes, Bart. He's in charge from now on. Then I'll quit. So do I. Oh, no, you don't. Neither of you do. You're both going to work as hard as any of the rest of us. Who's going to make me? I am. Well, naturally I want to help Miss June all again. That's better. But tonight... I think you know as well as I do. But the big herd of buffalo is less than ten miles from here and moving in this direction. Is that so bad? Big herd? If you've never seen it, Miss June, you have no idea how large it is. I could show you, but there isn't time even for that. It covers a whole plain from the Red River to the Canadian. And once it sweeps across this trail, we'd never be able to drive through it. We may be too late as it is, but we'll have to make the try anyway. To save your cattle, we must reach the river before noon tomorrow. Is there any chance? Yes, I believe so. Bart. Yeah? You and I will catch ourselves some mounts and get them settled. Right. Come on, Al. Kid, I don't know how to write the point. I'll put Bart and Al on the flanks. You bring up the rear to watch the strays. Right. Get yourself a fresh horse now. I'm on my way. Miss June, can you drive the chuck wagon? Of course. I'll get the horses harness for you. We can't waste a minute. In less than half an hour, the herd was moving. And once underway, the lone ranger and tato at the point kept the leaders moving fast. They drove the night heading north for the banks of the Canadian River. Every now and then, the mass man rolled to the rear to make sure the pace wasn't too fast for the chuck wagon and that the kid was able to handle the strays. Take it up, Silver. Easy now. Easy. All right, Miss June? Fine. How about Joe? Believe it or not, he's gone to sleep. Good enough. But we've been talking. It looks to me as if Bart and Al have sold out to Sam Evans. Joe told you that the other men didn't quit? Oh, yes. And other things. I think Bart and Al wanted the buffalo herd to catch the cattle. They intended to save their own skins and leave Joe to die. We'll deal with them when we get to Dodd City. In the meantime, we'll make them work. You're looking at the sky. Anything wrong? Prouding over. Maybe a storm. Will that make much difference? If it's a bad one, it might stampede the buffalo. Let's hope it holds off. I am. Everything all right, kid? All right. Good enough. Come on, children. At last, the dawn broke. But there was no sun. Thunderheads were banked above the plain. The banks of the river could be seen in the distance. And then suddenly, the first lightning flashed to the ground. It looked bloody bad, Kimusabi. Yes, Otto. It not rain, but there'd be plenty lightning. Much thunder. That boat hit somewhere near the buffaloes. Otto, pray them stampede. Be not sure. Maybe hear them run now. There's only one thing to do. Stampede the cattle. Make them run, too. All right, back and warn the kid. One, two, three. The buffaloes are coming this way to run. As soon as I get back to the point, start shooting. They've got to stampede the cattle. Make them run. Right. Stay close to the chuck wagon. Watch out for Miss June. I will. One, two, three. From the rear of the herd, the kid's six gun rang out. The longhorn started to run faster and faster. A great red-and-white triangle sweeping across the plain toward the river. A dark-gray sky was cut by jagged streets of lightning. Thunder crashed. The terrors brick and cattle tried to break for the west, but the lone ranger and the great horse Silver held the point on that side. Close your silver. Over. Guide them back. And let them break the point. On they raced toward the river. 2,000 hand of cattle. Behind them, June drove the chuck wagon at breakneck speed. Joe? Yes? I'm sorry I can't drive any slower. Don't worry about me. I can see a cloud of dust to the east. It's the buffalo. They're getting close there every minute. How about the river? We're getting there. Ride on. Get up. 2,000 cattle. But small compared with a black sea that threatened to engulf it. The longhorns never faltered. Except for Silver and Scout, the horses found it difficult to keep up with them. Minutes that seemed hours passed, and then the ground began to slope toward the river. The sun broke through the clouds and gilded the surface of the water just ahead. We've made it, Silver. The cattle will try to stop at the bank. We have to drag them across. That's right. Below banks of the river were reached. The Lone Ranger and Tahoe drove the leaders on. The river was wide but shallow, and nowhere did they lose their footing. They climbed the bank on the far side and moved on into the green grass beyond. But the masked man had returned to the south shore, and now he was riding beside the chuck wagon as June guided it through the stream. At last it creaked and rattled its way up the far bank. And at that moment, the leaders of the buffalo herd thundered by on the south shore of the river. The race had been won. It was a week later that Barton L. knocked on the door of Sam Evans' room in Dodge City's Palace Hotel. Tell him what happened. You won't like it. I don't either. What are you two doing here? Don't tell me you brought the barram herd in the full week before the first? We didn't do it. Come on inside. Now let's have it. What's the idea? June Morrow met us out on the trail. She brought three men with her. One of them was a young guy. They called the singing kid. Then there was an hombre, the war man, and an Indian. They took charge. There was nothing we could do to stop them from driving on to Dodge. You had guns, didn't you? Yeah, but... Scared to use them, huh? That's right, Sam. We were scared to pull any of that stuff. The kid had a drawer like grease lightening, and the masked man made him look slow. All right, all right. So the herd's here. Where? The corrals outside the town. Has June done anything about selling it? Yeah, there was a cattle buyer named Herman out there this afternoon. He made his count and bought him. How many had? Close to two thousand. That means she'll get about thirty thousand dollars. She can pay off my notes, and I lose my chance of getting the barram ranch. You lose, too. I know. How does it feel to lose five thousand dollars? It don't feel good. Wait a minute. Has June got the cash yet? She's coming into Herman's office tonight to sign a bill of sale and pick it up. What time? Nine o'clock. That's just an hour from now. Why don't you go after that thirty thousand boys? She'll have someone with her. A kid, or... You wouldn't have to beat him to the draw if you were waiting in the shadows where he could see them, and they couldn't see you. There's too many people in Dodge. Not around Herman's office. It's away from the center of town. Maybe we couldn't find it. I'll show you where it is. I'll go with you. Thirty thousand dollars. Fifteen thousand a piece. What do you say? What do you say, Al? If it's dark enough, it's plenty dark in that section of town. I wouldn't mind taking a shot at that kid. And I don't know the girl, anything. She hasn't told me yet, but I know she's gonna fire me. Make the kid a foreman, probably. All that money. And you'll still be foreman if I get the ranch, Bart. Foreman and manager. With the share of the profits. Sam, it's a deal. It was the dark of the moon, and when the three men left the glare of the cafes behind them, and entered the district where the offices of the cattle buyers were located, they could only see a few feet in front of them. But Heaven's knew his way, and before long they saw the single light in Herman's office. The sound of their footsteps ceased. A few minutes later, a boy and a girl rode up to the office, dismounted and went inside. The dark street was silent for the next ten minutes. Then June and the kid stepped out onto the porch in front of the office. It's been a pleasure to do business with you, Mr. Herman. Goodbye, sir. Thank you very much. Now what? Back to camp? Sam Evans is somewhere in town. What I'd really like to do is find him and pay him off tonight. We can try it. And I want to pay Bart Nell off, too, and get rid of them. Good. Come on. Not a chance. They're in the light. Shoot! Some men across the street. I heard the mask man's voice. Better get back inside. No! Mask man and the marshal. And Bart Nell and Sam Evans. I'm not even armed. You can't arrest me. We heard you give the order to shoot. That isn't all I heard you say. These two have been followed ever since they came into town. I followed them upstairs at the hotel, and I was in the room next to yours when you persuaded them to shoot and rob Miss Marlona Kidd. What? Yes, Miss June. Been waiting for you here. But we were only a few steps away. I didn't hear anybody following us. We didn't intend you to. Himasabi, here's silver. Thanks, Tutto. A marshal, there's just one more thing. What's that? You have your prisoners, but you don't want the kid to stay around Dodge City, do you? I'm not gonna allow it. Don't you think he'd make a good foreman, Miss June? I do. Don't you think he would be a good-eyed, dear kid? I do. Almost sound like a wedding. Well, we're both gonna change our names. You're both going to... The kid's going to be James Arthur Dillon from now on. And naturally, I'd be Mrs. James Arthur Dillon. Naturally. Well, Mike, congratulations and best wishes to you both. Thank you. Thanks, Mr. Easy, big fella. Adios. Adios, dear. Come on. Come on. Now, you three can start moving. Fine state of affairs when the law is hand in glove without laws, and honest ranchers like me go to jail. Honest ranchers. That mask man is no outlaw. And lawmen like me are plenty glad to have him around to put honest ranchers like you where they belong. And just to set you straight, mister, you ought to know that that was the Lone Ranger. This is a product of the Lone Ranger Incorporated, created and produced by George W. Trendle, directed by Charles D. Livingston, and edited by Fran Stryker. A part of the Lone Ranger is played by Brace Beamer.