 A fiery horse with a speed of light, the cloud of dust and a hardy high old silver, the Lone Ranger. In early years of the western United States, the only means of fast travel were the stagecoach lines. But the trails they followed were rough and dangerous, and the passengers were faced with a constant threat of hold-ups by road agents and hostile Indians. It was not until the masked rider of the plane started his great fight for law and order that travel in the new territory became safe. It was he more than any other man who blazed the trail for progress and finally made possible the winning of the West. Return with us now to those thrilling days of yesteryear. From out of the past come the thundering hoofbeats of a great horse, Silver. The Lone Ranger rides again. Come on, Silver! We're heading west to the precoach. I will silver! The Lone Ranger and Tonto, noticing increasing restlessness in Silver, decided that the big stallion needed a rest and they headed for the West and mustang mags ranch. From here on, we can follow the stage trail, Tonto. That's right. That'll save time and make traveling easier for Silver. Ah. The big fellow was more restless than ever last night. I'm afraid he's going to bolt and run away at the first opportunity. Maybe rest picks him. We see soon. I hope so. We've never known Silver to act this way. Why, I'd as soon expect you to leave me a Silver, Tonto. I... I wonder. Wonder what? If Silver would get over this spell of restlessness. He doesn't. Well, I don't like to think about that. Ah, that's right. Come on, Silver, old fellow. You'll stop at the stage station just ahead and you can drink. We need water, too. Well, we can fill our canteens there. That's right. Must be a stage, do you? Are you getting the mail bags ready? Fresh horses, too. Ah. There you are, Silver. Drink. Stage, come. Tonto, hear it. What's the matter, Silver? Scouts drinking? You should be thirsty, big fellow. Wait. Yes? Look, Silver, watch Corral. You see? Yes. What is it, fellow? Come on, then. I'll walk to the corral with you. Look, Silver's he cold. He's nuzzling the cold. All right, you. Stand where you aren't on move. You're covered, both of you. You're the station agent, aren't you? I am. Now, I got to take my hat off to you for one thing. You've got plenty of nerve to come here. We just stopped to water our horses. Yeah? Well, you stopped at the wrong place. You most likely thought you'd have me too scared to pull a gun on you. Oh, my mask. I should have thought about it when I stopped, Agent, but I've been concerned about my horse. Well, tell that to the judge that he is in your trial. Stage, come now. Stage will take care of itself. And what I said for the mask man goes for you too, Engine. I reckon the two of you were doggone interested in that stage, ain't ya? Why? I ain't answering questions. Just you stay right there and don't move. I'm watching you till they change horses and move on. Change your horses yourself, boys. I'm covering this humbrey. Look who you got, Maddie. Get them horses changed and get going while you've got the chance. I ain't taking no chances with an attempt to rescue the gent inside the stage. We'll let you up to the fresh horses, Maddie. Just keep that critter covered. We'll send the lawman to you from town. You've got the prisoner, ain't ya? Right. The marshal with you. I'm here, Maddie. I'm taking no changes. What prisoner are you talking about? You'll be quiet. Bad horse, there. Huh? Yes, they're having trouble with one of those horses, Agent. Look out there. Hey, you want me to turn my head so that you can choke me, huh? No. There's a woman on board that stage and she'll get hurt if the horses break loose. Look at that big black. Oh, they'll handle him. Look out there. That horse will break leather. Help, Maddie! Help! What's that horse? Here, Silver. Come on, boy. Hey, you! Come on, Silver. Get him there. Get him out. Get a rope on him. Here, Tonto. Catch this bridle. Steady, fellow. He got him. Here, I'll help. Great day. He almost got loose. There. Now he'll stay in place. Is the horse quieted for Keith? I don't think there'll be any more trouble. Now that the harness is on... Hey, Ginger, Mr. Ushua felt fast. I never saw anything like the way you got to your white horse and grabbed the big black. I had my gun on you. I might have fired. I forgot you had me covered. You could have took advantage of the chance to get the prisoner loose. Yes, but I tried to explain that I wasn't here to release a prisoner. You just saw my mask and leaped to conclusions. Yes, you was wrong, Maddie. Well, go on, driver. Go on your way. I sure will. If I change your mean, the guard will be downright glad when this stage load of dynamite on two legs is took to where it's going. Mr. Ushua's a mask. Yes? We owe you something. You say... Well, we might have been killed if those horses had run away. I'm glad it didn't happen. I'm going now. Go on, Maddie. Get back here. Come on. You might as well put up that gun, Maddie. Do you have any cause to arrest me? You made me feel right foolish jumping like you did while you was covered. Who was the prisoner with the Marshal? A critter by the name of Fleck, a non-recust, too. The law had a tough time getting him. Fleck? I've heard of him. Some of his gang is still free. The whole line has been warned to be on the lookout for a play to bust Fleck loose from the Marshal's custody. No wonder you pulled a gun on me. Well, I've seen the mask. Will we just stop for water? Well, help yourself. Take all you want. I guess I'll go back to my duties. I feel like a doggone fool. Ton and I are heading west. We'll pass the stage and watch along the trail. We may find some sign of these men you're thinking we'll try to rescue Fleck. Say, if you do that... We will. If we see any sign of them, we'll double back and warn the Marshal. That'd be right fine. But listen, mister, them pals are Red Fleck ain't kittens. They're full-grown wildcats. They'd sooner fight with guns than eat. I understand. And they're sly ones, too. They'll shoot from ambush sooner than take chances in a fair fight. Very well. We'll watch for them. Come, Tutto. Me ready. Get them up. Scout! Adios! Adios! Come on, Silver. The great horse Silver set a fast pace down the trail until last the stage was reached. And after a shattered warning to the Marshal, the masked man and the Indian raced on ahead hoping to spot the ambush laid by Fleck's men. Finally, they slowed their horses to a walk. The stage is a good five miles behind us now, Kimosabi. Not right. That was Fleck on the stage. I recognized him. Ah. That Marshal shouldn't take chances like this. He shouldn't try to guard a man like Fleck alone. Guard with rifle on stage alongside driver. He could be picked off with the first shots from ambush. So could the driver. Ah. Marshal shouldn't let the girl ride on the stage either. There's a gun fight. She might get hurt. Wait. Yes. Maybe Tutto see something. Your eyes are keener than mine, Tutto. You look long trail. She'll lie from sun. Look on left. I don't see anything. Bird there. Him fly. You see? I see a bird flying, yes. What about it? Tutto, no habitat bird. Something in brush near trail. How's that? Bird got baby bird in nest and ground. Yes. And men near nest. Mother bird not like. Mother bird frayed for baby. You think there are men concealed in that underbrush? Not what Tutto think. Wait here then. I'll go ahead and have a look. No, Tutto go. You wait. I'd rather go. I'll go on foot and break through the underbrush here. Perhaps I can get close enough to see who's there without being seen. Silver! Silver! Silver, come here! Silver! Come back fellow! Him go away! Silver! The great white horse jerked the reins from the lone ranger's hand and raced toward the west. The masked man and Tutto watched him. And then... Me go after Silver. Tutto, I hardly... I don't know what to do. Me go after Silver. The marshal on the stage must be warned. If you ride after Silver, you can't ride back and warn the marshal of those men in ambush. Silver got long start. Maybe never find him. Tutto, go after him. But I think... All right, Tutto. Go after Silver. I've thought of a way to help the marshal. Go after Silver, Kimosabe. Get him up scouts! But Tutto and the lone ranger weren't the only ones watching the great white horse as he broke away from his master and raced toward the west. For close to them in a thick patch of underbrush sat Wacker and Steve, two of Fleck's outlaw companions. They're all going to our dunes on a part of them two men, Steve. Yeah, and now the Redskins gone after the horse that flashed past here without a rider. What do you make of it? I don't know, Wacker. I don't know what to make of it. Well, it is none of our business know-how. We haven't but one thing to think about and that's to get enough Fleck off and at their stage. You sure he's on it? Maybe he isn't. But I get it on good authority that he is. We'll find out soon. Yeah. And if he isn't, the morsher won't be there neither. That'll make the stage so much easier to stop. Yeah. Wait, Wacker. Well, you're going, Steve. Just stick it in my head out far enough to take a look up the trail. Don't get seen. Ain't nobody around here to see us. You sure? Sure. No sign of the stage yet? No. But I see a man on foot. Yeah. He's heading the other way from here. Heading east. Steve, how can that be? Why? Well, he didn't pass. He's gone east. No. Oh, then where'd he come from? Fleck always said you never used your head. He's right. He ain't using it now. I asked you a question. He didn't pass here because he'd come from the other way. He'd come from Grant's Pass. Then his horse got away so he's footing it back to the pass to get another horse. Well, you'll have it done right long hikes a long ways. Still, it's nearer than any place towards the west where he could get another horse. Yeah. He's keeping right on going. He didn't even look back. Oh, that white horse was sure a humdinger. Finest I ever seen. I'd like for it to own a beast like that. Me too. Yeah, what you're watching? The same thing. That home bray without the horse? Yeah. Wacker, maybe we should do something about him. Like what? Well, maybe go and capture him and have a talk. What for? Might get the lay of the land east of here. Maybe he'd be able to tell us if he passed a stage coming this way. You say I never used my head. You do the thinking. Yeah. Then if what we do is wrong, it'll be you that'll have made the mistake. Further back on the trail was the stage and inside the marshal was explaining to Jean how he had first recognized the lone ranger. Well, I heard him call that friend of his turtle. The Indian, you mean, don't you, Marshal? Yes, Miss Jean. That's when I knew it was a lone ranger. He was wonderful. Was? He still is. You haven't heard anything about him yet, Miss Jean? Well, I have. Yeah, Rick and you have, Flick. You and all the other outlaws in the country have plenty of reason to have heard about the lone ranger. I wish I'd known at the time who he was. Why, Miss? Oh, I don't know. I would have liked to have talked to him. Yeah, Rick and you would have. Rick and lots of girls would. Oh. But not many get the chance. You don't stay long for talking. I'd like to have a meeting with him. Yeah, yes, he's sort of bashful around ladies, Miss Jean. I see. If I have the chance, though... Scared of ladies. Flick, you keep your lip buttoned. You're only here because you gotta be, not because we admire having your company. The lone ranger. Flick and Savvy, where, man, if you were a breed, wouldn't like the lone ranger yet. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. Look sharp, guard. Look sharp. What's the matter now? Flick, one move and I'll shoot you first. What are you stopping for, driver? Marshal, behead. What is it? There's a man sprawl there. Looks like he's hurt. He's masked. What? That's a man? That's the lone ranger. Mercy, goodness, what's happened to him? The curtain falls on the first act of our lone ranger's story. Before the next exciting scenes, please permit us to pause for just a few moments. How to continue our story. With Tonto in pursuit of silver, the lone ranger had walked back to meet the stage in the warner to the ambush ahead. But half an hour later, the stage driver rained up before the figure of a man sprawled face up on the trail. A masked man, quickly identified as the lone ranger himself. That's the man I was speaking about, the lone ranger. Marshal, what have they done to him? Wrecking the lone ranger isn't so great after all. He don't look so big sprawled in the trail that way. New ornery outlaw, Flake. If that man is dead, it's your part that done it. Yeah? Well, driver, that's a matter that calls for proof. Just make sure these ropes are tight. The rope on your neck will hurt more in a week or so. He didn't try to bust my arm. Just keep your gun handy good. Watch your sides. Will I make sure he don't get free when I have a look at the lone ranger? There. Hope you're satisfied. There you go. Least wise, the murder of the lone ranger is one thing you can't blame on me. There, phone you already. It's your parts we want. We'll get him. I'm going to the mask, man. Now, wait, Miss Dean. You finish to hear in the stage. No. If he's alive, perhaps I can help him. I'll go along. Stay there in the stage, guard. You too, driver. Keep an eye out for a trick. The crooks may have left the lone ranger there just to make sure we'd stop. Ain't no way they could be more sure we'd stop. There. There doesn't seem to be any sign of a wound. Yeah, tell better women close up. No sign of his horse, neither. That's right. I wonder where that big white stallion is at. I don't know. Perhaps, what is his name, Silver? Silver. Perhaps he ran away when the man was hurt. It ain't like what's been told about Silver. Well, we'll have a look see. Marshall, listen closely. He did, anyway. I'm not hurt. I want you to listen to me. Huh? Not hurt? You're not hurt at all? No. Look about you. Do you see any sign of anyone? No one but the crook in the stage and the garden driver. Very well. But I don't say be you here, flat on your back. Silver broke loose. Tell those after him. Tell you more about that later. Yeah, but what do you like this for? Why did you...? Flex friends might be able to see us and drop tears if I've been poisoned or been suddenly taken violently ill. I want those men to think I'm helpless. Yeah? But you're not? I'm all right. Then flicks parts are cruised by? I think they are. Not sure, but I'm counting on Tony's observations. What are we to do? Marshall, can you lift me? Uh, recon so. Lift me into the stage. Speak for flex benefit about the sudden illness. Yeah, very savvy. Then I have Miss Jean right on top of the garden driver. Understand? Yeah. Do what he says, Marshall. You yourself told me about the Lone Ranger. You got a scheme of some sort? Yes. If someone stops the stage, there has to be no fighting. Understand that? No fighting. If the girl's on top, the outlaws won't shoot. I'll do whatever you see, Lone Ranger. I'd sure hate like thunder to have flicked it out of my hands. It's a... She's sure way plenty. Can you manage? Yeah, I'll manage. I might be able to help. You just get the door of the stage open, Miss Jean. Hold on, Marshall. I'll help you with a mask, man. They can manage. Well, so the high and mighty's been locked out, huh? You shut up, Flick. What's happened to them? Someone get them at last? You ride all right there. Can you get up on the seat, Miss Jean? Yes. Give me your hand, please. I'll pick them, Miss. You're riding with us, eh? Driver, if there's any sign of trouble, stop the stage and hold your hands up. No fighting. We're to let some crooks get away with sticking us up. Yep. And not even give them a fight? Nope. Don't surrender on my account. You heard what he said, driver. You two guys. Uh, well, all right, then. Well, get on board now. They can go on ahead. I like the girl for company better than this mask, Amri. Let's take the mask off and see what he looks like, Marshall. You ain't in a position to choose your company, Flick. Maybe I will be. Pretty doggone soon. Get going, driver. As the stage rolled on with a girl riding on top and the lone ranger pretending to be helpless inside, Quacker and Steve held to their cover beside the trail and waited for the stage to come into sight. Quacker doubted the wisdom of allowing the lone ranger to escape. I don't know why we let that masked man get away, Steve. We should have done something to him. There you go again, Quacker, not using your head. Maybe you'll make trouble for us some day. Then you'll be sorry we let him go. He might have made more trouble if we'd have showed ourselves to be in hiding here and he'd got a way to warn the stage about us. Hey. Huh? Listen. I hear it. Stage is coming at last. That's about time. Now, what do we do? Just shoot the garden driver first off? Get your shooting iron ready. Yeah, I am. You take the guard. I'll take the driver and make the first shot count. I don't miss. If you do, you won't get the chance for a second shot. Let's look out and see where the stage is at now. Careful. There she comes. Dog on the garden driver. Hey, look! Is that a girl on the seat? Take no one else. Blast our confounded bad luck. We can't shoot at the girl. Well, we just have to get the drop on them. That's a fine thing. Get ready now. The first sign of anything funny, shoot. Yeah. Rain up. Rain up there. Hold up, and we start shooting. Whoa! Whoa! Not there! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! What's this mean? Please don't shoot. You're covered. The first sign of a gun drawn, and we'll let you have it. We ain't carrying nothing of value. Save your breath. We know what you're carrying. It's all right, boys. I've told the marshal what he's to do. He's letting me loose, so you don't shoot the girl. Hi, boss. It's good to hear you. Stay right there. I've got the marshal's gun. Hooray for you, boss. Come on, boss. We've got everyone covered. If the marshal tries to stop you, yell, and we'll shoot. He's getting out now. You crooks, you'll be captured sooner or later. You wait and see. The boss is covering the marshal. Back and away from the stage, Steve. He even got the marshal's gun. Don't talk so much, Whacker. You're going to let us go on now that your boss is with you? Yeah. Whip up those horses and get them moving before we change our minds. Thanks. Come on now. Get up now. Come on, boss. You can forget the law now. We sure worked that downright slick. Not even a shot fired. You're leaving back from the road now, Flick. We still got guns trained on the stage. All right. Hey, this ain't... What the... You... Oh, my hand! Look out! City, I'll shoot some more if you make me. It's a mass, man. No, don't shoot. Don't shoot no more, mister. We ain't got guns. You like to bust my hand. I give up. Just let me bandage my hand. That's all I'm asking. Your hand doesn't need a bandage. The bullet just hit your gun. You tricked us. Yes, you had it coming to you. I'll turn your face to that tree while I put some ropes on you. It was a trick and we fell for it. This is the way things come up when you use your head for thinking, Steve. Look, mister, we can make it worthwhile if you leave us being here. There's nothing you can do to make me set you free. He's dressed just like the boss. Flick was just as surprised as you. He thought I was badly hurt or sick. You switched clothes with him. So you'd think I was Flick when I backed from the stage. Now give him back his vest and head as soon as I have the chance. You got us, mister, only look. Ain't there some way we can talk things over? I don't want to hang. Cute people do. I ain't like Flick. I ain't a killer. I never killed in all my life. Don't let him hang. Quiet. There's one chance for you to escape hanging. Yeah? Tell the law all you know about Flick. And show where some of the loot of your crimes is hidden. And the jury might let you off of life in jail. Life? But I don't want to spend my life in jail. You thought about that too late. There. I think those ropes will hold you. It worked, mister. Yes, and both. Oh, I was so frightened when I heard the shot. Take them in the stage, Marshal. Now you'll have all three of the crooks to turn over to the sheriff. Brad Juniper, this is a great day's work. I sure wish there was something we could do to repay you. I do too. But there ain't anything anyone can do to repay their own ranger. You're wrong, Marshal. Hey. I want to ask a favor. Well, there ain't no knownest man in the west that wouldn't be glad to do what you say. You see... I don't know what to say. I don't know what to say. I don't know what to say. I don't know what to say. I don't know what to say. You see, I need a horse. Silver has run away. Gully. I can take the stage the rest of the way one horse shy. I'll unhitch one, Pronto. Hey, notice that silver horse back in town. He was skittish then. Yes. Pronto's gone to try and overtake him, but I... I'm afraid Silver won't be overtaken. Say, speaking of Silver... Yes? I noted another horse that was a mighty lot like him. That is a good ways west of here. You did? Yeah, it couldn't have been yours because you was with Silver then. This one wasn't pure white, neither. Oh, what was there like about him then? It was most white. Just one black spot, a star in the middle of the forehead. By crickety, it was the prettiest-looking horse I ever seen in all my life. Youngish one, too. About a two-year-old. Wild? Wild as they come. I had a notion of trying to catch that horse, but when I seen it run... Well, I thought at that time that there was a horse that come closest to anything I'd ever seen to being like the lone ranger Silver Horse. And Silver was nuzzling a colt. I have an idea what took Silver away from me. Look, here comes your Indian friend. Tonto, don't have your horse within me. Oh, I wonder if we'll ever see Silver again. Tonto, what news? Silver not far. Tonto see him turn north, then turn back. Him not far, but Tonto not get him. I'll go with you then. Perhaps together we can get Silver. The driver's going to let me borrow a horse. I'll get it right away. Tonto, the driver saw another horse. I think our Silver has a son. Oh, him go back to Wild Horse Valley or him leave mate long time back. Yes. The colt would have grown by this time. I'd be about a two-year-old. Look, there on top of that hill. There's a white horse there. He's standing, watching down here. Silver. The beauty of him. Wind blowing that white mane and tail. His neck arched. The snow white against the sunset. Why, he's like a picture. A painting or a statue. Him take look. Long look at good friend. Maybe, maybe you can call to him. Maybe you won't need a horse from the stage now. Yes, Matt not do good. Silver there only to say goodbye. Silver. He heard you. Look at him standing there. Now he's looking toward the sunset. The valley beyond the hill. Many miles beyond the hill. Silver. Oh, that beautiful animal. He's torn between two loves. He's come in a few steps. Now he's stopped again. Call again. I, I don't want to call again. Perhaps someday. Now, if Silver wants to go, I, well, he's been a grand horse. I believe he knows someone is waiting for him beyond the hill. All right, Silver, old boy. We'll meet again, someday. Oh, did you see him? Why, it, it looked as if the sun just swallowed him. Silver.