 horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hearty hail silver, the Lone Ranger. The waitful Indian companion, Tonto, the Masked Rider of the Plains, led the fight for law and order in the early western United States. The stories of his strength and courage, his daring and resourcefulness have come down to us through the generations. And 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 hoofbeats of the great horse Silver. The Lone Ranger rides again! Come on, Silver! We're heading for Tumbleweed! I'll Silver! Late one afternoon, two men sat on their horses in the shadows of a Judas tree near the trail that warmed through the hills from the crazy doubly ranch toward the distant town of Tumbleweed. They were leaning forward, watching through the narrowed eyes as a string of hauled horses trotted down the trail below them. One of the men fingered the trigger for Winchester held across his saddle horn. It's a crazy doubly string, Trumbo. You had it correct. I always get correct information, Fletcher. Nice pass of the horse, Fletcher. That's wrong, for instance. You can get a fancy price for him over at Tucson. I reckon we will, provided you don't miss your aim. And there's only one man hurting him alone. Don't miss a shot like that. It's easier than shooting a trap wolf. Just say when. He won't see us till he's close at a mamble of might nearer. You're the tough man. When he drops, we'll round up the horses and head for Lost Valley, Savvy. You know, same as always. In the valley, we change brands, do a little color changing on the horses that need it, and then sell them for plenty. I'll accept that straw bear your own. I get other plans for him. Yeah? Yeah, special plans. Get a set, Fletcher. Anytime. I think we better be getting back to the Lone Ranger and Tonto, Victor. I guess you're right. It's time we were heading back for Cabinet. Hey, Victor, are those buzzards? Well, I guess they are. They are buzzards. Two of them circling around the far side of that hill. Come on, Victor, we'll see what's in trouble. Come on, boy, get up there. That's it, Victor. Just as fast as you can, Gallop. Hey, now we can see what... Hey, golly, it's a man. He's lying right plumb in the middle of the trail. Oh, oh, boy. Here, take a swallow of this water. I know what's up when I see buzzards circling around. The horses? Just my own horse, mister. That's all. It's no use. I can't lift you up. I'm not strong enough. Gosh, what am I gonna do? I'll get help. Don't worry, mister. There's my water bottle. Easy, boy. Don't worry, mister. I'll get the Lone Ranger and Tato. They'll know what to do. It's not far, and I'll bring them back in less than half an hour. Get up, boy. Come on, Victor. It's a spot yonder just around the hill. Is it still light enough to see? See him. Stay on your horse, Dan. Can we take care of him here? Bullets already take care of him another way, Kimosavi. This man... dead. It's the second, Abby. I'm just finishing up washing. Same thing when a fellow's wife won't even get them time enough to get washed up for supper. With that doing the way you can dish out the vitals, I reckon I'm the luckiest gent this side of the pearly gates. I tell you, when I smell that cooking, it's all I can do to stop to get washed up. Look at that sunset, Rod. Huh? It's right pretty, isn't it? Yeah, sure is. Well, what's that got to do with supper? Nothing. I was just thinking. I like it here, don't you? Uh-huh. I'm mighty glad we settled near Tumbleweed. They're such nice neighbors. Yep, and I'm making a living as a horse ranger. Well, this here's good country for horses, Abby. Good pasture land, good wintering. Plenty of wild Broncos around Lost Valley for me to corral and train for sail. Rod, I wish you wouldn't go out to Lost Valley. That's dangerous country. Oh, shucks. I'll only go there twice a year at the most, and it's worth the risk. Now, what say? Let's get that supper where it'll do the most good, huh? Auto! Hold on there! Say, it looks like we got company. Isn't that the sheriff? Sure is. Howdy! Howdy, gents. I don't know if we've got enough vitals to feed all of you, but we can sure make a stab at it. Come on inside. Auto, this isn't a social call. Huh? Oh, say, what's eating at you, gents? You got faces longer than Snake River. If you've got any explanation, you better speak it out pronto. I don't savvy, Sheriff. Explain it about what? If my husband's done anything, I reckon it must be something mighty unimportant. Red never broke a law knowingly in all his born days. Auto, yesterday afternoon, Matt Crowley, heard man for the crazy W, and he went for tumbleweed with the removed of horses. Last night, an engine came into town bringing Matt's body. Huh? Matt Crowley was dry girl, Sortel, by a murderer and a horse thief. There's nothing worse than a murdering horse thief. Poor Matt. Who did it, Sheriff? You sure look innocent, Sortel. Give it to him straight, Sheriff. I reckon I will, no sense beating around the bush. Try off that coyose. Sortel, this is one of the horses stole from that string. It's been an attempt made to change his color. You notice? Whoever did it didn't do such a good job. Looks like he stopped in the middle. Furthermore, the crazy W brand in this horse was changed with a running iron. It was changed to a saw-tee. A saw-tee? That's our brand. You know where we found him, Sortel? Down near the creek, tethered in a patch of mesquite on your property. Now what have you got to say? Sheriff, are you accusing me of... murdering Matt Crowley and stealing the crazy W horses? Where's the rest of them? You're plumb loco, Sheriff. I never stole a horse in my life. Facts are against you, Sortel. You better say audios to your wife. Never mind that, Sheriff. We got a rope, Andy. Let's say the expense is to string him up on the nearest tree right now. Wait a minute. There'll be plenty of time for that after the trial is over. Come along, Sortel. Oh, Rod. Rod. Otto and Dan coming back from town. Oh, Scoundrel, open the hole! Well, did you have a nice ride, Dan? Gosh, gee, Willikens, we... Yeah, what's the matter, son? Otto, he didn't let him run into any trouble. No trouble for Dan, but he'd much trouble for horse thief. He isn't a horse thief, Todd. He doesn't look like one. Some time, best-looking apple all rotten inside Dan. Well, Todd was right, Dan. You can't judge a man by the way he looks. You judge him by the way he acts. But honest to Pete, the man he put in jail's got a wife. And he looked... Well, he just wouldn't, that's all. They find one horse on land. Only one, Todd-o? What about the rest? Not at all. Just one. Did he confess? Gosh, no. He kept yelling. He was innocent. I could hear him clear outside the jail. Oh, what's this man's name, Todd-o? His name's Rod Sortel. His wife's gone back to their cabin. I don't know where the cabin is. Oh, gosh, he just have to do something. You make it sound pretty urgent. You stay here and camp. Get to bed early. We'll be back as soon as we can. Carly, can't I go with you? Remember, Dan, you're only a youngster. You're a silver. You're perfectly safe here, Dan. Just stay near the fire. Yeah, I will. Todd-o, lead the way. We'll talk to Sortel. Get him up! Come on! You're masked. Keep your voice down. Do you want to get out of jail, Sortel? Do I want to get... Listen, Stranger, you don't think I like it here. But what concern is it of yours? I got this bird window open. You could get away. Say, hold on there. There's something wrong about this setup. Don't be a fool. Oh, no, I'm not local. You're masked. You won't tell me who you are. Not just yet. You're offering to help me break jail. Yeah. Why? Well, you're innocent, aren't you? Sure I am. I'm not breaking jail, Mr. I'm staying right here. Oh? Yeah. Because I savvy what you're up to. It's you that stole those horses in Dry Gulch Matt. You pretend to be helping me, but you no blame will that if I break out of this calaboose, that'll be proof positive that I'm guilty for as a sheriff's concerned. And he'll take after me with a parsey and then won't wait for a trial this time or shoot me down like a jackrabbit. No, sir, I stay right here. Good for you. And what's more, I'm calling the sheriff. What's that you said? Good for you, Sartel. I'm just testing you. You'd been guilty. You'd have jumped at the chance for escape. Well, you mean... I mean I'm with you all the way. I want to help you. Tell me all you know. I don't reckon there's much to tell, Mr. I was framed. There's no doubt of that. But, Doggone, if I know who did it... Just start talking, Sartel. Talk fast. The sheriff's up front. There's no time to waste. Tell me what you do. Where do you go? Everything you can think of. No, Fletcher. I feel a heap more sure of my ground. We found the rest of those crazy W horses. So tells, guilty sheriff. Well, all we've got is that roan horse. Well, then he got rid of the rest of them. That's all. Doggone, it makes me a boy when I think what he did to poor Matt Crowley. You'll pay for it, Fletcher. Never you doubt it. Huh? I reckon I'll turn in. Sorry to chase you out, Fletcher. No, sheriff's. That's all right. Time it was leaving, anyways. I'd sure like to serve on the jury to convict Sartel. I'd hang him high on him. And what's more? Sheriff, look yonder. Mm-hmm. Along the wall to the rear of the jailhouse. Gee, Horsifat. There's someone at the cell window. Must be a part of Sartel. Follow me and use your guns. We'll corner the varmint whoever he is. Hold her out of... Every street's in for his guns. Blast him down! He 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. Ranger went into tumbleweed to talk through the cell window with Rod Sartel. He was seen by the sheriff, who opened fire immediately. The shots brought men who piled out of the gambling hall in the Calamans' hotel up the street. In a matter of seconds, the lone ranger was ringed by a circle of flashing guns. Only the darkness and his masterful aim kept the townsmen from rushing him. Bastard! Sartel, get back from the window. A bullet might hit you. Look out across the street! I see him. You're the best hand with a six-gun I ever saw. But it's plum suicide to stay here. You can't hold him back forever. Yes, I know it, Sartel. Well, then, fam, move, mister. Where's your horse? That's the trouble. He's way up on the bluff. Oh, then I reckon you're licked, mister. Perhaps. At least you've given me some ideas to work on. I didn't tell you a thing that mattered. Maybe not. I'm still... Keep your distance. Hey, what's that? Sounds like horses. Honey! This way! Sartel, don't worry. Drop me by surprise. I was waiting for the take-on. Sartel, who was that masked on me? What do you want? He came to help me, sheriff. And I haven't any idea who he is. He was shooting trouble. That masked hombre in the engine got cleaned away. Oh, feels good to get those boots off. I wonder who that masked gent was. I don't know. But I reckon the sheriff will find out, maybe. Find out who? Oh, when him and the posse take up the trail in the morning. What's that? Are they going to trail those, too? That's right. But I don't say of you. The sheriff seemed to think it wouldn't be any use. I changed his mind, Fletcher. I told him that masked gent must be Sartel's pard. I said if the sheriff can track him down, he'll find those missing horses. Why, that's local, Trumbo. He knows where them horses are, except... Yeah, yeah, sure it's local. But with the sheriff out of town, it'll be easy to bust into that jail, won't it? Don't you get it, Fletcher? A lot of the men are just itching to string Sartel up without bothering about a trial. When the posse goes, the sheriff won't be here to put up an argument. He'd leave a deputy, that's all. I reckon it'll be easy for us to stir up a lynch mob. When the sheriff gets back, Sartel will be dead. Are you awake? Yeah, I'm awake. I heard you and Todd were right in the camp. Do you have any trouble? Well, little Dan, in fact, I wouldn't be so proud if a posse pulls in here a little after dawn. What's that? I don't be alarmed. Todd and I left a plane trail on purpose. We want them to get here. We want them to follow us. Gosh, I don't exactly understand. Don't explain, Dan. Todd and I are riding on now. But here's something for you to give the sheriff in the morning. After you see the sheriff, I want you to ride to Tumbleweed and I'll just keep your eyes open. Understand? Yes, sir. Whatever you say. The camp all right. The trail led here straight as a string. Say, mister, are you the sheriff? Well, I'll be... You hide behind the trees, youngster. Yes, sir. I wasn't rightly sure it was you. Son, you sound like you expected me. I did, because I'm supposed to give you this. Well, I'll be... What is it, sheriff? A note. A note and... and a silver bullet. Gents, follow me. We're heading for Lost Valley. The horses slip away, Todd-O. Can't waste time roping them again. They all on string, like you say. King Usabi, how do you know we find crazy w-horses in Lost Valley? Sautel say that? Well, Sautel mentioned Lost Valley, Todd-O. He had no idea the horses would be here. Sautel's innocent. He had nothing to do with that murder with the theft of these horses. How do you know? Last night when I talked to him, he mentioned that he went to Lost Valley once in a while to hunt wild horses. Then I suddenly remembered that we'd seen last time we passed there. Huh? Oh, now, Todd-O, remember? We see men, brandon 10, maybe 20 horses. That long time ago. Yes, we went no closer. Apparently those men we saw almost a year ago were the horse thieves. Ah, too bad we not know that before this, huh? We had no reason to suspect it then. It was almost a year ago. Last night, Sautel said that Lost Valley was deserted and no one ever went there. We saw those men. Oh, me, Savvy. Horse thieves take care of nobody seeing them. That right? Yes, but we were lucky. Todd-O, those horse thieves have been operating for years. No one suspected it. But, King of Savvy, why horse thieves try to make Sautel look like murder, huh? Oh, it's simple, Todd-O. Sautel knew horses. While most people never came near Lost Valley, Sautel made regular trips to it as part of his business. He realized that sooner or later, Sautel would stumble on the truth. He decided to make him look like a murderer. He'd be convicted and hanged. Their secret would be safe. Ah, bad men. Clever, Mike Fox. Look up ahead, Todd-O. Ah, that horsey. They must have the message I left with Dan. They're not reaching for their guns. He hopes so. Hello! Oh, oh, oh! Howdy, city folks, steady. Howdy. Mister, I'm sure that none of our bullets hit you last night. Why didn't you shout out you was a lone ranger? There wasn't much time for shouting, Sheriff. You were too busy shooting. I reckon that's so. I see you got the missing horses. Yes, they were in Lost Valley. Ah, we find Clarell hidden in caves. Yep, those are the crazy doubly credit right enough. Was it Sautel, Mass Man? Sautel? Yeah. Is that where he hid the horses? You're still on the wrong track, Sheriff. Sautel had nothing to do with it. He kept saying so when he was telling the truth. Well, then, who in Tarnation are the horse thieves? We found no one with the horses, Sheriff. But they gave us the answer. The horses did? Yes, that's right. Mister, I never heard of a talking horse. Well, horses don't talk, but branding irons do. Here, take a look at this lead horse. The crazy doubly brand has been changed. There's a new brand in this place. Well, I'll be dog-gone. Do you recognize the new brand? I'll say I do. We all know it, don't we, boys? That brand belongs to the... Kemosabi, Matt Dan, and him ride plenty fast. Got victory full, Gala. Something's wrong. Come on, Silver. Get him out of this car. Oh, Silver, back for it. Oh, oh. I just came from Tumbleweed. Sautel. Sautel again. Take it easy. Let's have it, boys. What's going on in Tumbleweed? They're getting set to Lynchrod Sautel. Quiet, everyone. You sure, Dan? Oh, sure, shooting. I saw them. A man named Trumbo and one named Fletcher. They worked up a ledge, Bob. They wouldn't dare do it. Oh, yes, they would, Sheriff. If you out of town, they won't have much trouble getting Sautel out of jail, will they? You're right. There's just one deputy on guard there. When I left, Mrs. Sautel was there. She was begging and pleading with him, but... I don't reckon she can hold him off very long. Those no-account saddle bums are like a bunch of sheep. Yes, Sheriff. Now follow the leader. Like sheep. Any leader. There's only one thing to do. Anything you say, Masked Man. Ride for Tumbleweed as fast as you can. We might not be in time. Perhaps not. Patano and I'll be there before you. Huh? Deliver and scout her faster than your horses. We'll go on ahead. Just the two of you? You're heading for trouble, Mr. Chance we'll have to take. We can't let Sautel die for a crime he didn't commit. Come after us. We will, as fast as we can. Good. Come on, Patano. Hit the trail. Get him up! Scow on, silhouette! Ho, ho. Oh, steady boy. Kino, here we are. This cottonwood is just right. Give me that rope, Fletcher. Yeah, here you go, Trumbo. Noose is already. Just throw it over that branch. All right, somebody... Harvey, make that rope secure. Maybe we're being a mighty hasty, Trumbo. Sheriff. Never mind the Sheriff. This necktie party goes through. We wasted enough time as it is. Tie that rope. Yeah, it's fine. Now, just drop the noose over your head, Sautel. All set. You want me to take the gag off of him, Trumbo? No. Why listen to any last words? I'm even bound in gag. Just slap the horse, and when the critter rides out from under Sautel, that'll be the... Here, what the... It's the masked man. Fletcher, slap that horse. Slap him and get this off. Oh, you don't! Hold still, my boy. Did you see that? The masked man cut the rope with one shot. Hold still, my boy. Hold still, my boy. Now, listen to me, you men. Sautel is innocent. These two are the gully ones. Fletcher and Trumbo. Why, you... Throw that light back in his teeth, Fletcher. Ready for your guns, mister. Never saw such shooting in all my life. Sautel, make sure no one else draws a gun. I'm going to entire Sautel's today, big fella. Ah, me want them pretty close. There you are, Sautel. That better? Sure thought I was on my last trip. Mister, you were the masked. Well... We don't aim to start anything, not against a couple of gunfighters like you and your engine part, but who are you and what's this about? The sheriff can answer all of you. Here he comes now. You'll notice he's got the stolen crazy W horses. I see you got here in time, masked man. Just in time, Sheriff. Here are your prisoners, Fletcher and Trumbo. I'm turning them over to you. Thanks. I'll see they get what they deserve. Sheriff. Sheriff, what's it all about? I'll tell you what it's about. You donkey-eared lame-brained sheep. The whole thing was a frame up. These two coyotes right here are the real horse thieves, and the brands on these horses prove it. Just look at their faces. That'll prove it, too. Sautel's innocent. If you'd have hanged him, I'd never have been able to hold my head up again or face his wife. The same goes for you, gents. Lynchin, you just plumbed luck you didn't get a chance to go through with it. Sheriff, Sheriff, we're ashamed of ourselves. And we're mighty grateful you found the real varmints. I found them. You lop-eared pole cats. I had nothing to do with it. I didn't solve anything. There's the gent who did all the work right over yonder. It was the Lone Ranger. You have just heard as a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated.