 A fiery horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hearty hyo silver, the Lone Ranger. From the hills of Wyoming to the mountains of Mexico, the masked rider of the plains led the fight for law and order in the early days of the western United States. His strength and courage, his daring and resourcefulness, were the pioneers' defense against outlaws, hostile Indians, and the forces of nature. His name endures as the greatest champion of justice the West ever knew. Return with us now to those thrilling days of yesteryear. From out of the past come the thundering hoofbeats of the great horse Silver. Silver, the great white stallion who has deserted his mast to the Lone Ranger. For the first time he disobeyed the masked rider and galloped westward toward the valley where he was born and where he roamed in freedom. The Lone Ranger and Tonto followed his trail, but their amounts were unable to match Silver's speed. On and on he raced his gleaming hoops pounding the prairie, his eyes fixed on the distant horizon. At noon, Mag was working in the kitchen of a ranch, while Missouri sat on the porch outside. He heard racing hoops in the distance. Dead nabbed. Sounds like one of the ponies broke out the corral. Coming right this way in without a rider. Gee, the horse of that. That horse looks like Silver. It is Silver! Talk, Howard Silver! What? That horse coming this way, look at his split. Missouri. That's a maskman's horse. Something must have happened to the maskman. He'll be doggone. He didn't even stop. He went right on past. Missouri. Well, he's run away, that's what. He's run away from the Lone Ranger. Look at him, covering the ground. There's something mighty peculiar going on, Mag. I should have got my rope and lassoed the horse. I'll stop being so foolish, Missouri. The way he's traveled, not even a mountain wall would stop him. Well, what a maskman could be. Now what? Let's go then. Jasper sneed the butcher riders. What does that yellow skunk want of our ranch? One being certain they can't be after Silver. They're coming from a different direction altogether. Sure riding, look at his split. Howdy, gents! Didn't you hear, Missouri? He said howdy. I can't say you sound any too pleasant. Bag this for the bank robbery. A bank robbery? Just wait till I get my sheriff's badge, and we'll get after the sneak anombrates. That won't be necessary. We already got a good idea who done it. We stopped at your south patch of Missouri. Took a look at the hay wagon out there. The hay wagon, Missouri. I'll take that wagon put away. I did put it away. We saw it. That's more. We took a look at it. Here's what we found under the hay. Well, it's a sack. What was it doing there, Missouri? I don't know. It's not mine. Never saw it before. I figured you'd say that. Open it up. Huh? Go on. Well, the way you gents are staring at Missouri is they can commit some crime. He has. Hey, what? Do you mean... Well, the jiggered. Missouri, this here sack's full of cash. Sure is. Missouri, that money is from the bank hole up. What was it doing in your hay wagon? Need? Are you implying that I had it? I'm not implying, Missouri. I'm coming right out flat-footed. There's the evidence. That cash. You did that bank robbery. You're lying. Missouri never did a dishonest act in this life. Where'd you get that money? Somebody must have put it there. Sure. You put it there. You're a promenade ghost, need? Why don't you ask Banker Haskell? He'll tell you who robbed him. Banker Haskell is dead. Dead? You mean... You know all fired well what we mean. Banker Haskell is dead. He was shot in the hold up, and you did it. Missouri, we're putting you in jail. Bank Mag's ranch, Kimosabe. I mean, should have heard his coming. Ah. No lights in ranch house. That's strange. The horses are still in the corral. Puddle, that's someone crying. It must hang, Mag. She's in trouble. Mag, what's wrong? Get out! Mag, what is it? What are you crying about? A mask man. A mask man in Toronto. Mr. was just praying you to drop in. Of course, I wasn't really crying. I never cried in my life. You've got tears and cheeks. Never mind, Toronto. We saw Silver this noon, Mask Man. He galloped right on past. Should have known you'd come looking for him. I've been telling him this way. We think we know what's troubling him, but we don't know what's troubling you. Yeah, just this afternoon. He's in jail for bank robin and murder. Missouri never committed a crime in his life. Everyone knows that. Not Jasper Snead. He's got a lot of influence. Besides, I found the stolen cash in Missouri's hay wagon. Mag, there's more to this than you've told us. They wouldn't dare hang Missouri. I wish I could be a certain. Mask Man, I don't want to keep you in Toronto from your search. You're prom anxious to corral Silver. He headed west. You go ahead and get him. Leave Missouri in trouble? Yes, go ahead. No, we not do that. Mag, Missouri's our friend. Silver's your horse, the greatest horse in the world, and he's running free. Mag, Silver will have to wait. Besides, he can take care of himself. He's not behind bars like Missouri. Now, tell me about it. Well, it's right, Mr. Fine. You see, they found the cash, but there's a lot of gold dust missing, too. Gold dust, huh? From the Sageville Bank. Mister, you say that like you know some. Mag, take a look at this. What's an empty pouch for gold dust? On the way here, we cross trail, we find pouch. Look at the mark burned into the leather. Mark burned into... Sageville Bank. This is one of the pouches that held a missing gold. Missouri never got anywhere near where you must have found this. It's certain Missouri is innocent, Mag. That these must have planted the cash on him to divert suspicion from themselves. They got away with the gold. Mister, that's it. Mag, we're going after that gold. Yes, Count. Let him out. Before you enter onto gold, what about Missouri? He's in jail. If Snead can get the rival rows, he's have to get Missouri strung up without a trial. I thought of that, too, Mag. I want you to have Missouri's best horse waiting here. Huh? If necessary, we'll take him with us. But he's locked in a cell. If he's in trouble, we'll get him out. We know he's innocent. We're going after that gold. But first, we're running for Sageville. This way, Count. Come on, boy. Get him up, Count. Mustang, Mag was right. Look at that mob in front of the jail. They got guns. They're trying to break in the door. And what we do? This horse the stagecoach driver gave me is a good fast horse. But he can never come up to Silver. And he'll have to do this way, Tunnel, around and back. That's where the cells are. Missouri! Who's there? Missouri! That's bad. They're trying to break in the front. They say I shot Hasbro. We spoke to Mag. We know all about it. I'm innocent. I've been trying to work on these bars, but I can't. They're loose. We're getting you out. Not loose enough to bust. And you can't go around in front. You wouldn't stand a chance. We'll pull the bars loose. Tunnel, get the larriots. Fasten one end to the saddle horse. Yes. It'll work. Make it loose. Hurry, Kimosavi. Fasten them to the bars. Try it good and strong. Missouri, well, turn on iron. The horse is pulled. You push against the bars. Understand? We better hurry. All ready? Pull, boy. Get them up. Pull the bars, Tunnel. They're going harder. They're going. They're going in the front. They'll be at the saddle in a couple minutes. Leave your breath. Work on the bars. Pull, boy. Help. Pull under. Blow your strength into it. Come on, Missouri. I'll help you through the window. We got ropes untied. Scouts will have to do silver job, Tunnel. Swing up behind Tunnel, Missouri. I'm on. Ride for it, mister. They're almost in my sail. Come on, boy. Faster. Keep up with Scouts. Get them off Scouts. We gotta wait just in time. The darkness will cover our escape. Keep riding. Head for the ranch. Get them off Scouts. It's all right, Meg. We got him out. Best man. Missouri, I got the horse right here. Ready to ride. Thanks, Meg. The masked man told me about that pouch him and Tunnel found. We're riding to find the real thieves. Well, he must have headed west for the hills. It's Badlands, just the place for rats to hide. Tutto, Scout must need a rest, but we haven't time. Can he travel on? Huh? Scout do his best. I got the horse. Anytime you say, mister. We'll come back to where we found that pouch and follow the trail from there. You think you can? It's old, but now. We'll do it. I don't bet Snead had plenty to do with this. If I... Yes, he won't help Missouri. We've gotta get them dead to rights. We go now. One moment. Meg, I wanted to ask you. Have you seen any sign of silver? No, mister. Not since Newton. But if those thieves had headed west, you might find them silver-headed that way, too. I hope so. All right, Missouri, on your horse. Follow me. We're not going to rest until we find the robbers. Come on, boys. Get up there. Thunderbolts. Get them up, Scout. The Lone Ranger and his two friends found the spot where Tonto had picked up the empty pouch. The tracks were faint, but the Lone Ranger put aside all thoughts of the missing silver and checked every sign on the trail. Look here, Tyler. This grass is bruised. Ah. It leads to the west. Day after day, slowly but surely they moved west, hardly pausing for food or water or rest. We're getting into the hills. Here, Kimosabi. What's this? Sagebrush. It's been trampled on by horses. And the way their branches are broken, it wasn't so long ago. Only one day ahead now. They not go fast. Do you recognize this country, Tonto? Ah. It's silver's home range. The valley we found him in isn't far off. He's probably there right now. Kimosabi. Better you not think it's over now. Better you think about outlaw, huh? The days travel ahead, the outlaw band camped in the hills. Their leader, a man named Varley, waited as the horse and rider galloped in from the east. Howdy, Varley. Howdy, Snead. Thought you was coming out from Sage Hill sooner than this. Yeah, it's a long ride, Varley. These ads have spent a couple of hours in the valley back of ways. I saw a snow white stallion roll the loose. The slickest, fastest, biggest horse I ever saw. And right beside him was another white horse. Only this one ahead of me. Never mind horses. Fine time to stop and try to rope a wild animal. I tried, but I couldn't even get close. Besides, that horse is important, Varley. What do you mean? That white stallion is a lone ranger's horse. Well, you're local. I'm telling you straight. You see, a couple of nights ago, just when they got a lynch mob together to string up old Missouri like we figured, a man spanning an engine got him out of jail. You're certain it was a lone ranger? Positive, Varley. Only he wasn't riding these white horse. But that ain't what I come to tell you. Then get to the point, Snead. You know, they're trading after you, Varley. I don't know where they picked up the trail, but the ranger and the engine in old Missouri are hitting this way. By the day's journey more. I see. Who else? That's all. Just them three. Snead, that's in arresting. That's downright in arresting. As long as there's only three of them, it ought to be real easy to give them the same thing we gave Banker Haskell. Sudden death. 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. Now to continue our story. The Lone Ranger and Tonto headed west into the hills with Missouri on the trail of the bank robbers. But unknown to them, Jasper Snead had already warned the Outlaws. A trap was set, and the Outlaws prepared for action. They're following our trail. I know just a spot to drag out them, Snead. Once we get rid of them three, there's nobody left to suspect us of that robbery. Where's Blackie? He's posted as a lookout. As soon as these sites end coming to the hills, he'll let us know. Where are you going to ambush him, Varley? You know the trail through the hills? Yeah. From where Blackie's watching, there's a hill you can spot. It's rocky and steep. The trail winds up to it, and it's hard to climb. I know the wind. My boys will be hiding right around that grade, Snead. They'll have the guns ready. Varley! Varley, I've seen them. They're coming. Are you sure? Certain. Three men, three horses. Going slow and watching the ground for signs. Good. If they're so interested in watching the ground, they don't stand a chance of seeing us. On your horses! We're traveling! Come on, come again! Here we are. This is a spot. Scatter. Get behind rocks and trees. There's the horses back out of sight. Muslim and havelam, bring your rifles and take cover. Look at him, Snead. We've only got a few feet in this hardest spot already. Yeah, it's twilight. Yeah, everything's getting hazy. Well, we better get posted, too. Yeah, Varley, I was thinking, maybe I ought to stay with the horses. You know how to watch the gold. Go ahead. I figured you was yellow. No, listen to that. Don't deny it. If you had only gumptune and shot Missouri back in town and saved us all this body, go ahead. Time he was getting ready for them. There's going to be a moon later, but they'll come before the moon rises. Yeah, it'll be nice and dark when they trot along the trail. Nice and dark. We've come to hill now. It's dark here, Miss Hobby. Pretty soon we make camp, huh? At the top of that next hill, Tonto. We can't spot any tracks now. No. We'll have to make a dry camp, too, unless we find some water. Something wrong, Miss Man? It's too quiet, Missouri. Tonto, not like. We'd better go a little faster. Hey, man, look out! Missouri, they shot your horse. Nice. All that coming against the sky. He was aiming at you. Up on Scout. Him carried out. They're all around us. This is what we do. Up the hill. We get to the top. We can pull them off. Right for the hill. Come on, boy. Get them up, Scout. How long have we been up here on this rock? All night. All day. Sun go down for a second time. I wish we had some water. Or else I wish it had rained. It's not going to rain, Missouri. No, mister. Not with that moon up there. At least it's cooler than the sun was. I brought you into this. I'm sorry. It ain't your fault. When your horse, Missouri, Thunderbolt died when you rode him in front of me. He was a good horse. Best horse I had. You know, sometimes I used to think Thunderbolt was... Well, he meant almost as much to me as Silver means to you, mister. That's a lot. Maybe me, right, Scout? Trying to pass out long, huh? I won't let you risk a tunnel. Scout is tired. He's worn. He needs rest. They're all around us. I reckon we stay up here till we just dry up and shrivel. My mouth's drier than Death Valley right now. What was that? Me not hear anything. Sounds like hoofs in the distance. I didn't hear nothin'. I know. There. Yeah, hoofs. Then they stop. Huh. Wild horse travel that way. First gallop, then stop. Then gallop, then stop. Perhaps I was mistaken, but I thought... Yeah, Mask Man? Silver's gallop sounded like that one. Oh, you make mistake. Silver not around here. He ran off, Mask Man. Wild Horse Valley isn't far from here. You mustn't let yourself get hopeful. Wild Horse Valley is way out of gunshot. Horses have a way of sensing trouble, Missouri. He must hobby. Tonto, that is Silver. Fine, Juleper. Maybe you're right. Look there in the moonlight. Way off on that ridge. It's a white horse. It's Silver. Sound the danger call, Tonto. Silver's arrow seeking its target. The great stallion answered his master's call. His hoofs thundered. His mane gleamed white in the moonlight as he charged through the surprised outlaw. Bullet swizzled past him harmlessly. In giant strides, he lunged up the rocky slope to take his place beside the lone ranger. Silver, you knew there was danger. Good boy, Silver. Good boy. What are you doing to do? I'm ready for help, Missouri. Silver can cover the ground like the wind. Do those coyotes. Silver took them by surprise. But this time they'll get you with bullets. That's a chance we'll have to take. There's no other way. Pull them off as long as you can. Getting Count on Tonto and me for that. Good. Steady, boy. Now, Silver, down the slope. Come on, Silver. Once again, the great horse drove forward. His Silver shot hoove striking sparks against the rocks beneath him. The outlaws fired desperately as he raced towards them. Shoot. Bring him down. Now, Silver, right over their heads. Jump, boy. I got it. Jump it. I missed him. Jump clean over my head. All right, you honberries, never mind him. One got away, but we can still take care of them two up on top of the hill. There's no sense chasing that horse. If you men are trailing after Missouri, then I'm coming right along and you can't stop them. Ain't trying to stop you, man. And if you think Missouri stole that cash and murdered Haskell, you're from local. Somebody done it. Why'd he break jail if he was innocent? Because Snead talked to dumb critters and they're trying to spring him up. A bunch of grown men starting to lynch and beat. I reckon we were a mite hasty about that. Hasty ain't a word for it. And where's Snead? Where'd he go to? I don't know. Will you stop this or if I calm about it? And for heaven's sake, will you go faster? Can't go faster, man. We're just guessing about that trail as it is. There ain't enough signs left to tell us a thing. They're headed west to tell you. We're going west. We'll get Missouri. Well, we don't get Missouri out. Hello. Hello. What in thunder? What's the mask man? He's riding silver. Mask man? He must be an outlaw. Don't be a tarnation agent. That there's a lone ranger. What? You had me as a lone ranger. He got Missouri out of jail and you'd better listen to him. Host to your guns. Must hang mag, nose me. Mr. Where's Missouri? Where's Tondall? They're up ahead, mags. Surrounded by outlaws. What outlaws? The outlaws who robbed the Sageville bank. Missouri done that. Missouri didn't do it. He's innocent and he needs your help. The sooner we get there, the better. They have no water. Mr. Lead the way. Then follow me and drive your horses hard. Faster, old fella. Faster! Now your horse is coming this way. But I've been listening for him so hard. I can't be certain. Wait. Stay down. Come to look. I still hear it. Come on silver! It's mask man. Look there. Do what you're right. Don't know he's got a boss. They're going to tangle with the outlaws. He beat Don and I feel stronger already. Let's fight all around. I feel stronger already. Where's that horse? Mr. Scouts. Steady dog. Let me get on ya. Look at the mask man. He's got guns. Come on. Come on. Stay down. Lay down your guns. Lay down your guns or shoot it out. He's got them. They're throwing down their guns. Mr. Scouts. It's your time. Snead. You're coming with me. Step along. Don't shoot man. I dropped my guns. Just leave me alone. Chateau. Missouri. You get here plenty fast. Mag. Where's the leader of this posse? Here I am, Mr. We got Bali and the rest of those sidewaters all corral. Ready to take back for trial. All right, Snead. Start talking. All right. Go ahead. All right, all right. He had nothing to do with that bank robbery. It was me. Me and Bali's gang. We planted the cash so Missouri would get the blame while we got away with the gold. Mask man. I reckon we come mighty close to making a bad mistake. But me and my boys will take care of things correct from now on in. Come along, Snead. You're getting a trial which is more than you wanted from Missouri. Come along now. Get on. Give some water for you in town, though, Missouri. After what we've been through, this tastes like nectar. It's hip to it. What's Silver so impatient about? It's all over. He's dancing around like a skittish cove. Silver has his reasons. I think Tuttle and I know what they are. Ah. Silver him lead master and then come back. Say that's so. But where did he go? Yeah, mister. What's all the mystery? What are you and Tuttle smiling about? Silver, oh boy, are you ready to show us? I'm letting the rains fall, old fella. You lead the way. Take us where you want to go. Well, I'll be doggone. He's heading straight for Wild Horse Valley. What's he... Ah, you come along. You see. Wild Horse Valley was a place of deep, lush grass that waved in cool breezes. The clear air was filled with a song of birds and cold mountain streams sparkled down from the surrounding slopes. At one of the streams, a two-year-old colt stood drinking. His coat was white and smooth in everything but size. He was the image of Silver, the lone ranger's horse. But then, as he heard the approaching hoops, he raised his head. Between his eyes was a black star. He watched the approaching figures with eager eyes, tossing his mane and stamping his small hoops. Then as Silver winnied, the colt kicked up his heels and raised to join him. Well, but doggone, he come right up to Silver. You'll find this two-year-old ever so. He's the dead image of Silver except for that black star on his forehead. Why, he's enough like him to be Silver's own son. Enough like him to... Gosh, a mighty mister. Is that it? Is that the mystery? That's the answer, Missouri. Tom and I heard rumors of a two-year-old as fast as Silver himself. And when Silver ran away, we knew it must be true. That colt is Silver's son. Look at him. I never saw a pair of horses like that in all my born days. Gosh, but I wouldn't give donor horse like that. You don't have to give anything, Missouri. The colt is yours. Yes, sir. Anything I own. What? Mask man, did you say he's mine? Silver's son? You lost your horse to save my life, Missouri. I'm paying back that obligation by giving you another horse on two conditions. Mister, name him. Anything you say is all right with me. Anything for that colt. I want the right to name him myself. And if anything should ever happen to Silver, I want you to let me use his son. Mister, it's a deal. Why, just look at him, man. Silver and colt. Little fella, him want to run. Mask man, just take a gallop up the valley and back. Let's see that colt from alongside Silver. All right, Mag. Come on, Silver. Come on, little fella. Little horse, him go plenty fast. Him worthy son of Silver. Gosh, the son of Silver. Will you look, Mag? Did you ever see anything so downright pretty in your life? Just heard is a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated.