 horse with his feet of light, the cloud of dust, and a hearty hyo silver, the Lone Ranger. With his faithful Indian companion, Tonto, 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 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. Chickamoo Joe was an outlaw, one of the worst in the entire southwestern part of the state. You can't get me! Chickamoo Joe hated his fellow men, particularly lawmen. Clean horn? I sent you to get me, eh? You ain't got enough law to get Chickamoo Joe. The Lone Ranger and Tonto had found a seriously wounded man lying unconscious near a waterhole. They had made camp on the spot and had done all they could for the middle-aged stranger. No hope for him, Tonto. Just a matter of time. All right. All wound, plenty bad. We should regain consciousness long enough to tell us who shot him. Me know who shot him. You do? One bullet go through badge, your deputy sheriff. Chickamoo Joe always put one bullet through badge. Him hate lawmen. Chickamoo Joe, the man the law can't get. This fellow shot plenty time. Chickamoo Joe always empty gun. This man is either a Spaniard or a Mexican, Tonto. He's wearing mighty fine clothes. That's right. He didn't buy those clothes on a lawman's pay. You're funny. Him wear a badge, your lawman. I wish we knew more about him. Tonto. Move. I miss... I miss the chance. Your name. Can you tell me your name? Rigo. Rigo. Is that it? Your badge is from Callaway County. Is that right? Jim Barnett is a sheriff in Callaway County. Tell him. Rigo tried. Chickamoo Joe, should you? He, he should. Chickamoo, shoot me. He should, and shoot, and shoot. Six times he should. He tried to kill me. That's the end, Tonto. We bury him here. No, Tonto. Not yet. I'm going to ride into the county's seats and tell Sheriff Barnett about him. You wait here till I get back. How far did you go, Sam? Sheriff, I rode almost to the county line. I stopped at every ranch house on the way. I didn't find Heidner, Harrow, Jose, Rigo. I hope nothing's happened to the old gent. You should never let him take on a deputy job, Sheriff. You're not much older than me. Maybe so, but he's lived the life of a gentleman. He ain't up to long hours in the saddle and the hardships of betrayal. Not worried about that. I'm worried about what would happen if he met up with Chickamoo Joe. Sheriff. Masked. What's that mask mean? Sheriff, I brought something for you. Here. A badge. There's a hole in it. Did you issue that badge? I did. Where'd you get it? I was with the owner when he died. He was a Mexican? Wearing fine clothes? Yes. He said his name was Rigo. Jose Rigo. Poor critic. Sheriff, he wanted you to know that he tried. And he told me who shot him. I know who shot him. It was Chickamoo Joe. He's a dirty skunk. I know his mark. Look up there on that wall. Four badges. Each one with a hole drilled through it. Every one of the holes was made by Chickamoo Joe. And every bullet that made a hole took the life of a deputy. Rigo didn't look like a deputy, Sheriff. He shouldn't have been one. Why did you swear him in? Let me show you why. Look here. You see that there, badge? Yes. That was worn by one of the finest, bravest, handsomest young gents I ever knew. His name was Tom Rigo. Oh. His father crossed the border a long time ago. He settled here and made a fortune in cattle. Married a girl from Tennessee and a... had a son they called Tom. I see. Rigo was pretty hard hit when his wife died a couple of years ago. After that, he figured the son rose and sat on young Tom. Tom became one of your deputies? Yes, he did. And Chickamoo Paul can't got him. So that's why Jose became a deputy? Yeah. He wanted to square things. I'll never forget the vow he made over his boy's grave. He said he was going to get Chickamoo Joe or die trying. I tried to stop him, but it was no use. I swore him in so he'd have the authority to act. Oh, gone and all. Where'd you find Jose, mister? I tried toward the northeast. I left a friend with his body. Sheriff, you want me to pin Jose's badge up there on the wall next to his boy's? I reckon so. Oh, just a minute. Sheriff, may I have that badge? You? The man who wore it made a vow. I'd like to carry on in his place. You mean you aimed to go after Chickamoo Joe? Yes. I want to bring him in alive. Oh, you've got to find him first. Sheriff, while I've been here talking to you, I've been thinking over a plan. What kind of a plan? To get Chickamoo Joe and get him alive. How? Well, Rigo lived for several hours after the killer left him. There are only four people who know that he's dead. You and I don't know it. The deputy knows it, and I know it. What about it? Send the wagon out and bring Rigo in. Take him to his home. After dark, bury him secretly. Let everyone think he's getting well. What good would that do? I want to take his place. Yes. I want to live in his home for a short time. Could you arrange that, Sheriff? Well, I guess I could. He's got a place just south of town. Big ranch. He was a tall man. About my size. I think I can wear his clothes. Yeah, but your face is... A lot can be done with disguise. You don't talk like he did. Alcantario, senior. He's a defender. What? Well, I'll be hanged. K.I., what is the matter, Rigo? You aim to bring Chikamu Joe out of Haydn so he can make another play. Is that it? Help me try this plan. Will you, Sheriff? Yes. My son Rao will try anything to get that killer. Oh, who's over there? Oh, steady, we're talking to Sabi. You get back here plenty quick. Steady. Otto, we're going to try to catch Chikamu Joe. Oh, that's good. A wagon's on the way. I'm going to return to town and take the place of Jose Rigo. Live in his house and wear his clothes. You've got plans? Yes. A lot depends on you. You've got to follow the trail of Chikamu Joe. You've got to find him and talk to him. You must make him believe that Jose Rigo is still alive. Let him know that Rigo is determined to get him at all costs. There's going to be a reward of $5,000 to capture Chikamu Joe. Oh, that's plenty money. Who offered rewards? To be offered the name of Jose Rigo. The handbills will be posted as soon as they can be printed. Can't you see I'm putting up a handbill? Oh, handbill, eh? Baldi ain't going to like it. If anything makes him soar as a boiled owl, it's to have handbills nailed up in the front of his cafe. Well, this here is official business for the sheriff's office. And Baldi can either like it or lump it. Now get along. Don't interfere with me. Hey, Samuel. Wendy, I told you to get along. I'm going to ask you something, Samuel. Just an ordinary something. I see that you ask it without getting started on one of them long, growed-out speeches of yours. Yeah, whatcha say? The handbill. Whatcha say? Doggone. Can't you read plain words? I don't do so good without my glasses. Glasses? You old coot, you never had glasses in your life. It says reward. $5,000 reward for the capture at Chickamoo Joe. Rest don't matter. Hey, Cracky, that's a downright self-respecting reward. Who's laying out that kind of cash for a budget today worth two bits? It says right here that the reward is posted in the name of Senior Jose Rego. Now go on, kid, I got work to do. Hey, Samuel. You still here? No, no, Samuel, don't get all riled up. I was only wondering about Mr. Rego. Well, what are you talking about? I'm going to see him for the past two days, ever since he got back from hunting for Chickamoo Joe. Well, he can't see no one. Well, every time I go to the house to see him, I find a couple of special guards from the sheriff's office, and they shag me away. Rego promised me a job at his place, but I can't get it if I can't talk to him. Talk to his foreman. Done soon, he's wondering about Rego the same as me. He says Rego got shot up somewhat by Chickamoo. Even the foreman can't get to see him. And there's no use of you trying. I know he's the hone up and about, because some of the boys have seen him sitting at the window. He won't talk to no one but Sheriff Barnett. Well, I sure could use me a job. Well, I'll give you a job here. Take this hammer. Let me see you tag up this handbill. You do it right, and I'll give you a job as my assistant. I've got to post them all over this part of the country. Oh, thank you, Samuel. I'll do it right. I can drive tax for straight. Come in, Sheriff. Well, I wonder every time I see you, I have to stop and think. Joe came back to life. That disguise of yours is a humdinger. What's the talk around, Tom? I just dropped into telling you that the handbills are ready. Sam is putting them up. Good. It's up to that friend of yours to locate Chickamoo Joe. Yes, I know it. Even if Tom Ho finds a hideout, which no one else has ever been able to do, his troubles won't be over him. Chickamoo Joe might listen to him, or he might shoot him on sight. It's a toss-up. The word that Jose Rego was alive came forward spread like wildfire. Handbills appeared on trees and pence posts over a wide area surrounding the town. Chickamoo Joe saw the handbills. He heard the news that Rego was recovering from wounds. Then he hurried to his hideout to make plans. In the meantime, Tom Ho had made painfully slow progress. Finally, he came upon a wide expanse of level, arid ground. In the distance, by some freak of nature, a huge pile of sun-drenched rocks stood like an ancient castle. Drawing near, Tom Ho saw a wisp of smoke rise from the rocks. It was the hideout of Chickamoo Joe. Tom Ho was certain he'd been seen by the killer, yet he advanced toward the pile of rocks. He was nearly upon them when a rifle cracked. 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 our story, Chickamoo Joe's hideout had been well chosen. His camp was in the midst of a huge mass of boulders that served as a natural fortress. Located in the midst of a wide flat area of open plain, the killer could see who approached from any direction. He saw a tunnel near the rocks and fired a warning shot. Who's come, Ho-Fella? Ho-Ho-Fella? Who are you? Steady scoundrel. Steady father. That's it. Now turn your back to these rocks and hold your hands above his shoulders. If you, lawman, you not shoot Indian in back. You stay right there and keep your back to me. I here to know all about you. I don't like what I've learned since my first slush being from Buzzich. I'll take that gun from your horsey. Yeah. Stand still while I search in a... knife. Me got no other weapon. I'll find out for myself. I'll keep your hands where they are. Turn around. As Tonto turned, he saw a short rifle held by grimy hands. Then he saw the greasy, dark-skinned face of Chickamoo Joe. It was a face that held deep lines of cruelty and evil. A face of a killer whose soul was filled with hate. Tonto remembered the part he had to play. You. You're not lawman. Me. I hate lawman. Why'd you say that? Plenty lawman around here now. Plenty feller and hunt for killer. You don't seem to want to meet lawman. Plenty time. Feller with bad. Stop Indian. Ask him where paint horse come from. I see. That is a pretty fine horse. Looks downright suspicious for a red-skinned on a mount like that. Would you steal it? Oh, it's my horse. Me haven't long time. Maybe it's time to critter got a new owner. A man as important as Chickamoo Joe. You. You ought to ride the best horse can be found. You, Chickamoo Joe. Whatever. Big reward for you. You come from town. That's right. Is it true that Jose Rigo is still alive? Reward posted by Rigo. Looks like I get careless. I can't understand how I can live through what he got. I better face that job. That's why big reward posted. What's it? Hand bill all over. So you see Rigo still alive. If you go try and get him you'll find plenty lawman and ambush near house. Oh, so that's it, eh? They're waiting for me to go after Rigo. Well, I don't want to drag gulch and badge tooters. Fixin' a trap here, are they? You go near Rigo house. I'll get you. Take that horse into my camp amongst them rocks. I want to talk to you. Come on, come on. Don't try no tricks or I'll bend your spine with a bullet. Tato played upon the ego of Joe for nearly an hour. Carefully choosing his words he want to measure of the killer's confidence. I don't see how anyone could live after where I shot Rigo. Maybe him smart. What do you mean? You mean he's smarter than me? So you look here and talk of the shirt. Me got that piece of heavy metal here. You see? Give me that. Did Rigo carry something like that here? Oh, me not, no. He might have. Maybe that's why he wasn't killed. Well, I won't make that same mistake twice. Maybe you'll not get second chance at Rigo. Why not? Reward plenty big. Plenty fellow wanted. Them all think you go near Rigo sooner or later. Oh, I see. Them say you plenty proud. You sure to go. I suppose everyone will laugh at me if I don't make a play for Rigo, huh? Yeah. What the? Not better than you walk into trap. I got to get to him. Solar is to it. I got to get to him somehow. Maybe me help, huh? You? Maybe me fetch Rigo here. Why would you do that for me? Well, make every ward. Sure like to meet Rigo again. Just once more, that's all. Just once. What would you hide? You seem mighty anxious to get away from here. I don't know it's the safe to let you go. You might tell the law. Law, not pay reward. That's right. How do I know you won't tell Rigo and the law? But lawmen come with the Indian. Lawmen claim reward, and that's not good. That's exactly right. Those kitties would do you out of every dime of the reward. You go get Rigo and fetch him here. Just a toy. I'll get Rigo. You get the cash money. He'll bring the pay the reward. Maybe I do not good. What's the money with it? Smart man, no. You could shoot him. Come close. Yes, sir, you can fix that. You tell Rigo you captured me. Tell me you got me all tied up and helpless. That'll get him. Me savvy. I know tricks. On the return to town, Tonto rode at top speed. He didn't have to spend long hours searching for a trail. Nightfall of the same day found him at the sheriff's office. An hour later, the sheriff and the Indian were in the home that had belonged to Jose Rigo. They sat with a man whose disguise made him look likely Rigo. The lone ranger. Sure got a hand it to this Indian panel of yours. He followed the trail and no one else could have followed. Anyone go near there. Chickamoo Joe, get him. How far is it from the nearest cover to the rocks, Tonto? A quarter mile. There'll be no chance to sneak up on the killer? No chance. I suppose I'd better get about 20 or 30 men and surround that panel of rocks. Pick your men off like flies. Maybe we could lie back and starve him out. He'd fight to the end. You never got him alive. Don't hold much hope of taking that killer alive. I'll be satisfied to get him in any way. Dead or alive. Rigo made a vow to bring him in alive. Yes, but we... Sheriff, we decided on a plan. Yeah, I know that. And it worked well enough for Tonto to get back from that killer's hideout. But now... Now we must carry out the rest of the plan. Sheriff, how many deputies have you? Sam's the only one. But I can swear on a couple of special deputies. One more will be enough. I'll get windy. Have them near the edge of the woods at daybreak. Don't let them be seen by Chickamoo Joe. Give me the Wim Wams, sister. Think of him being a quarter of a mile from here. You'll get more on the Wim Wams if you show yourself beyond the edge of the woods. You think that poor cat's watching this woods? I'd lay a ten to one on it. He's hoping to see Tonto and Rigo break from the trees and head toward his rock bar. I see him. They're there. Hey, look. There's two engines. Sure enough, one of them's Tonto, but... Hey, they look just alike. One of them is riding silver. Oh, I get it. Now he's best like Tonto. Oh, Tonto, let's go. Is it really you? I hope Chickamoo Joe is fooled. The only difference is in the horses. I'm going to ride Scout. Keep it coming. Me and my life plan. Better you let Tonto go get Chickamoo Joe. I want to see him, Tonto. I want to show him a badge with a bullet hole. What's your plan? What are you going to do? I'm going to Chickamoo Joe's fortress, Sheriff. He mistakes me for Tonto. You wonder what I have to say about Rigo here. Give me your gun belt, Tonto. Me got only empty holster. Killer got gun. I know. You're going to meet that killer without a gun? The only way to keep him off guard. Sheriff, you hear three shots. It'll be the signal to come and take your prisoner. You've got no gun. Chickamoo has a gun that came from this holster. I'll use that. Steady there, Scout. Take care of Silver, Tonto. Me do it. Steady, painful. Come on, Scout. The lone ranger, disguised to resemble Tonto, held Scout to a steady gait as he advanced to the pile of rocks. Chickamoo Joe watched that advance through a narrow slit. He waited until the horseman rained up. Easy, easy, Scout. Easy, fella. Then he shouted. All right, Lieutenant. Just want to get your hands up. Easy, Scout. Hold it, boy. Where's Rigo? I'll come in with you. The lone ranger chose what he considered the lesser of two risks. Instead of trusting his ability to imitate the voice of Tonto, he made no reply. Instead, he climbed the rocks toward Chickamoo Joe. I asked you a question. What happened to Rigo? Can't you hear me? At the top of the rocks, the lone ranger looked down at Chickamoo Joe. He saw the short rifle held in readiness. He saw a gun, a knife, and a killer's belt. He held a finger to his lips in the gesture of caution. I... I don't say that. The lone ranger pointed toward the woods. He tensed and gathered his strength. He waited for the killer to move his eyes for just a fraction of a second. Then Chickamoo Joe glanced toward the woods. That's it! This is the end. No, I'll kill you. The killer had dropped his rifle, but he still had weapons. He dodged a short blow, leashed back, and snatched to his pistol the lone ranger charged. Hot flame rushed his chief as he dived at the killer's legs. The two went down on the rocks in a death grip. Joe had his knife. He strained with all his bare strength to bring him to bear. Try to trick me. They dropped the knife. Drop it, Joe. You can't win. Get my arm free. I'll let you go. One for Rigo and his son. The lone ranger's blows made Joe drop his weapons. He followed up the advantage, driving blow after smashing blow to the face and body of the outlaw. Chickamoo gassed. He backed against the wall. Wait, wait. I'll wait, but you'll listen. I want you to know that I'm here because of Jose Rigo. I'm here because of this hole you put in the badge you wore. This vow has been fulfilled. You kill it! He's got a look, Sam. We need great guns. Those weren't signal shots. That don't matter. We're here. And you've laid Chickamoo Joe out cold. Sam, Wendy, get ropes on him. Right. Come on, Wendy! Go on and howl and blaze it until you do it. Well, you see, Sheriff, Chickamoo Joe took his eyes off me for just a second. And that was all you needed, huh? I'll bet wherever he is, Jose Rigo is smiling. I hope so. As just one thing, I'm in savvy. What's that, Sheriff? You were all fired anxious to take up Rigo's fight and fulfill the vow he made. Why was that? Sheriff, when I was quite young, a fine lady did a great kindness for me. Yeah? She came from Tennessee. She married a man named Rigo. Oh. He must have been a fine man. What you just heard is a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated.