 With his faithful Indian companions auto the mass rider of the planes 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 their greater champion of justice. Return with us now to those thrilling days of yesteryear. From out of the past to the thundering hopebeats of the great horse, Silver. The lone ranger rides again. Tomorrow, Silver! The figure moves quietly toward a man who stood there in the darkness and felt the unmistakable prod of a gun barrel at the back of his neck. Say, we'll hope that. Don't move on it. Put your arms behind you. I've got a double noose here that'll just fit your wrist. I just put it behind you. You? That's better. I'm not sure if you won't get away with that. It's like I'm doing all right so far. Open your mouth. I've got a gag. I won't get it. Yes you will. Boy, you're not very strife. A special gun hander's been hired to keep me away from Nora Maddow. I'll see you later. I'll see you later. I'll see you later. I'll see you later. Why do you gagged and tied up down by the career? It's a good job. I did it myself. She swore against me for fighting with this form. I knew it was going to do that to me. Boy, so on is only the beginning. Oh, hell. About ten minutes after the sheriff left my place, he was shot and killed on the trail. Murdered. Oh. You know what that means? They're all playing me. Just because I'm a farmer in cattle country, every common around here will swear that I messed up to kill this sheriff. You didn't do it. The animal has to prove it. What chance would a farmer have before a jury at cattle race? There's only one thing I can do. That's why I came over. Say goodbye. Tim, you're not going to run away. Either that or stay here and be railroaded for a crime I didn't commit. You know what the situation is, Nora, and I don't stand a chance. But, you know what? I would pay them so much. I'll come back. I'll stand for you. As soon as I get a start someplace else, I'll see you. If you leave, I'm going with you. Nora. If you want me to. I want you. What else have I been working for? But Nora, you'd better think it over. It means a definite break with your father. Alright, Thunderbolt, young coward. We'll help you through the windows. Wouldn't you take something with you? Take the clothes or... Well, stop that little make-up, please.除 no need of anything I need. Right over the county seats. First thing in the morning? We'll be married. The crowd hits the other side of the crowd. We can be married. You look like Tim's step-sick. It's a parallel with one of you. I can't stand him here. The only thing to do now is run for it. Tim Kelly Saddlehorst by Juniper Kidd. This putther has got to rule out and hit the letter. Sure, Bo. What's happened? I don't remember, and she's run off with Jim Kelly the next time. Well, I'll be... We'll get the boys up front to carry the double load. The body of a dead man was flung across his saddle. Now you wait here. He must have been... What is it? She overdabbed her corral. Who said they had you? It was that sneaky master Jim Kelly. What's up behind me put a gun in my ribs. But the murder in Skunk won't get away with it. Anymore, and you'll get by with up here and run away with Wolfmather's daughter. Something can happen to you. About 30 minutes ago, I was... Keep a mile on the main road, like you told me. When Kelly, the left dirt came up and put a gun in my back. Kelly, huh? So it was him. Sneaking in his tail. Why did you sneak out, Whitey? Me or some of the boys in the herd? He's got that gag in my mouth. Tied my hand. How'd you get loose? Al, who cut me loose about two minutes ago? Al was a big hombre wearing a black mask. I don't know where he's supposed to be a professional gunsling. That's why I hired you. So what happened? He got drunk. Let a dirt-scrackin' sod-buck to sneak in here and run off with my daughter. I wasn't allowed to have some local talk about an owl who's wearing a black mask. Oh, I thought he was just here. Oh, shut up. You haven't got enough gunsling to stuff a pipe. Maybe we'd better stand out. First, the bottom of the garden. Don't already waste too much time. Wolf, Whitey wouldn't... Anyway, you're supposed to be the ramrod. Pull him around this place. But you let Jim Kelly sneak in here to sleep, Wolf. You asked me, you're asleep most of the time. Hey, some of your round of hands. Lift up my buttboard. Settle your horses. All right, boss. What are you gonna do, Wolf? One after my daughter, and a pole cat who's with her. Yeah, Kelly's place ain't so far from here. We ought to be able to think your head for his farm is. Why, where else would they go? Ray, it's a good thing you know something about steers. So you ain't got any sense about women. Oh, I'll do anything. All right, here's the stuff, boys. Yeah, for now. I can't figure where they're going. I don't want a man that messed her right away from here double on his farm. He wouldn't carry many things. Now, ain't a woman livin' who'll go very far without extra clothes? You think that they... Sure, and they'll stop and see the nearest woman friend she's got. That'll be the Widow Mason. That's where we're headin'. You and Whitey's growin' your brows. Three or four of that to you, come on. All right. Hey, I just thought of somethin' else, Mr. Bander. Now what? That's tellin' you, Amber, there's one of the leaders among the messers. That's my sir, and all of them. I say she's not gonna marry a sodbuster. Well, I can wait there for me. Where'd you go? I'll follow the footboard and those raster-end cowboys. And just as anxious as they are to find a farmer named Jim Killick. Well, then I will win. And Bill and I will marry. You can help for your win. Oh, thank you, Mrs. Mason. You're welcome. It's nothin' at all. I'll pass this and some other things in the police for you. You're mighty nice to us, Mrs. Mason. No one I sure appreciate it. Well, it'd sure be a pity if I couldn't help my friends. But... Did you go to the barn and settle at us this alholy? He's waiting right outside. Oh, we'd better hurry. You know, his father happens to think he's stoppin' here with... You don't say a word. It don't bother trouble. Oh, please. Did you hear that, Jim? Yeah. But it can't be a dad. That'd be on the safe side. Quick. Both of you, scoot out the back door. Wait a second. Yes! That's what a nester is. We're going to be there. Oh, no, you're not. Ray, you and Wally grab that sodbuster. You're not grabbing anybody. Yeah. I've got the gun this time, nester. Now, wait. There'll be no gunplay in life. I'm sorry, Mrs. Mason, but this is a situation in core correction. I agree with you. Oh, well, I'll be there. What's wrong with all of you? Thank you, Wally. He just walked in the back door. And you'd better hold to that gun, buddy. Before you turn around. What? The man's gone, Ray. That's the same woman. What's the matter with you two? Gonna let an outlaw brush you? Gun him down. Hey, now, I mean you step the drop on him. I'm not packing a gun, but there's four punches outside the wire. You can't hold a drop on everybody. Hey, boys, wake up the hard man. Come in here. Well, it was a few words with you, Jim. Me. But we'd better do our talking, where it isn't so crowded. Quick, it's like I'm hanging out this door. But I don't want to go. I'm giving you orders whether you like it or not. Out that door, and don't any of you move. Boys, come in here. You can't bite hands. Get the back door, a masked outlaw, and he took the nester with him. Now, stay. Stop. Hold it from the other side. Oh, damn. Where did they come off? Wake it down. Back it. And gun those couldn't. Come on. Certain falls on the first act of our Lone Ranger story. Before the next exciting scene, please permit us to pause for just a few moments to continue our story. Forcing his unwilling prisoner to run ahead of him by the front of his gun. The Lone Ranger race for the second part of the small, golden screen. Wait. I don't want to get away from here, nor his back hand. Oh, keep going. Run. Head for those trees. My horse is in front of the house. No, he isn't. I'll buy my own here. Wait. Make your spurs and ride. Here. Hey. Take it away. You have trouble? None to speak of. This is Jim Kelly, Tutto. Hi, engine. Oh. I can't figure this out. Who are you? Why should a couple of outlaws? I don't know. I don't know. I've never saw you before. I think there's one man here you have seen before. On that flank at the other side of the fire. Why that? Sheriff Conroy. He's dead now. I know he's dead because of him. You found him murdered a few hours ago down on the River Trail. Isn't that right? How did you know? That's the main reason for running away, wasn't it? I didn't kill him. He came to my place and served a warrant on me. Then he left. A little later I was on my way to the Rafferam to see Nora. And I found him. Evidently, Tutto and I were right behind you. I haven't taken nobody into town and turned it over to the corner. I suppose that's the right thing to do. But it should put a noose around my neck if I stay here. If you're innocent, fire on away. Because I'm a farmer. I'm only about 25 or 17 here in the middle of country controlled by cattle, man. Oh, I see what you mean. I don't know why you helped me pull me off of those Rafferam gunhands. I guess it's none of my business. Now that I've been my bridges, I can't see Nora again. I'll be drifting. You were good to stay here and went out if you wanted to. One man against the Rafferam? He had a local. He wouldn't be alone. Tutto will help you. How? Well, the first thing we'll do is put the sheriff's body back where we found it. And you stayed here and came for a few days? How to say. Was good and that? Give us a chance to find out why the sheriff was killed. I think I know Nora who did it. The man ranger, Tutto, rained up on a back street of little town where the dead sheriff had maintained an office. Oh, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well. There you are. The head of the sheriff's office is right there in the corner, Tutto. Come on. I don't think it'll be a lot. There's a town there I didn't expect to be away as long as it was right. Come on. There's a man from the table, Tutto. Hide it so we can see what we're doing. What's your book for? I don't know. That's a trouble. It won't notice the first thing yet. There's a whole door full. It'll take a little time to look through all these. My guess is wrong. There's nothing here to help. Wait a minute. Let her come out. This is what we need, I'm sure. Right the following afternoon, the whole town knew of the sheriff's murder and the disappearance of Jim Kelly. Everyone reached the same conclusion, including Walt Mather, who found his daughter in a corral firing the sight of her pony. Well, where do you think you're going, Laura? Talk for a ride, girl. You're not. After that stint you pulled last night, I'm not letting you out of my sight. You'll not have another chance to run off with a murderer and Nestor. Jim didn't murder the sheriff. Everything's all points yet away. You saw him take off with a masked outlaw, didn't you? That doesn't prove anything. And you've heard Sheriff Conroy tell me a dozen times that it's Nestor who's rustled cattle off my range. Then why didn't the sheriff prove it if he knew that was true? Well, because the poor critter pushed Walker's bullet moves back. Seems to me, Nora, you have brains in that method. Yeah. Well, what do you want? I just drove in from the South Range. Made a rough telly on the herd over there. We're short about 50 steers, boss. What? 50? They must have been roughed for some time during the past weeks. Yeah, and you wanted any more proof from that, Nora? Those Steve and the Subbusters are robbing me blind. South Range, eh? That's near the slats. But a whole lot of them live. But still it can prove that it was farmers who stole the steers. You go in the house and stay there. 50 steers. Well, ain't you an upright like this? Through this couple of them. That's one of the Nestors. I think his name's hand-perfect. Nestor. Well, those critters got the gall to come out here afterwards. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. Well, what are you doing out here? Bringing you a message, Walt Nestors. And a warning. Warnings? Why, you thought about folks done on the flats to know what you've done with Jim Kelly. What? I don't know anything about the murdering coyotes. Different stories than that going around town. Okay, what kind of a story's going on? Red skin rode in and told us that Jim Kelly was being held out of Crown Point Bluffs. Well, if it goes out there, I've got nothing to do with it. So all of us farmers got together and decided to give you this warning. We're riding out to Crown Point Bluffs now. If Jim Kelly ain't there, if he's killed him, it means war. War? Why are you sniveling dirt scratches? You nest on my reins. Steal my cattle. And now you tell me there's going to be... I told you what we're going to do. We mean business. Get up. Get up, boy. Those sneaky little Crown Point Bluffs, eh? Right here, boss. Tell every punty we've got to buckling on his guns. We're heading for Crown Point Bluffs. Hey, here's the card offers just rolled away. Name's Hank Perk. Why do you claim to be a gunslinger? Now you're going to prove it. What do you mean? The masters want war. So we're going to give it to them. Starting just as soon as we can get to Crown Point Bluffs. Crown Point... What are you going out there for? I just told you to wipe out the subbucklers. But why? I don't argue. Go ahead and rig on your buck and let's go. Hope another, boy. Here they come, Jim. Yeah. Some of the sides of that cloud are best. It means every punty on the rapper and payroll. Hank Perk is one of those farmers. Are they down there below the point out of fire? He tells farmer, fella. He's sure to wait for signal. Good. If I don't quite understand what you're trying to do. It seems to me this is a sure-fire way to start a war. What if we do as we've planned? You're right down there now. I don't know how to wait here. You've been right so far, mister. I'll string along. Good. Here. Hey, they didn't tell you to straddle that branch? Over by the point? Yeah. I'll be. And no sign of those dirt scratches that we're going to start with. Here they come. They spotted them, too. Yeah. I don't know how that telly could happen to be here. I don't care. Those sub-busters ask for war. And that's what they're going to get. They got your guns, boys. Ready for them, boys? Jim, we don't match. I'll let you stop. I don't want to throw up. There's no matter that's been holding you out here against your will. I don't want you to be here. We wanted you to be here, too, mister matters. That's the plan, Mr. Telly. Tell your local friends to fill their hands. I think you've seen one thing you've overlooked here at Crown Point. Yes. Look down there in the drawer. The other side of those trees. The corral with about 200 head of stock in it. Rapper and stock. What? You're right, boys. I can see them through that branch in the trees. Looks like every steward that's ever been rustled from our herd. All right. Well, of all the concern gone, you've gotten there enough. I didn't steal the stock. He lived with any other farmer. That's why we wanted you up here to prove that. Don't waste time talking about murder and stuff. Let's cut him down. Oh, oh, oh. Yeah. What? I'm doing the first time we reached this bullet gun. What? Hey, look. The horse on top of the block. The mass convoy. And the recipe. What? Nobody's suffered anything. Oh, master. The recipe. What? Who's in the hole? Who's in the hole? I don't care how many I'll host aside yet. We'll take on the whole pack up here. I don't think you will, Mr. Matters. But you know the truth. Yeah. What's that? Where's Jim Telly been? Jim's been with me. Ever since we left the Widow Mason's house yesterday afternoon. And what's your idea of that engine over there? Jim has already explained the reason for that message. We wanted to be sure of every farmer from the flat and every cowman from the rafter in would be here. No, it doesn't make sense. They've rusted my stock. It's all down there in the crowd. No. The farmers haven't stolen a single head of your cattle. Two men have done that systematically for two or three months. One of those men is on your payroll. I don't believe it. The other one is dead. He was shot of Conroy. Conroy? He was murdered when Whitey found out the sheriff and tended to double-carp him. Wait! What do you mean he didn't? That's a lie. What's up, Mr. Matters? He's got a high-out stock. Oh, no, Whitey. I expected that from you, Whitey. You're floating in my hand. You're floating right through my hand. You're lucky it wasn't your head. Jim. Jim Telly. You're lucky it wasn't your head. If he hadn't moved in front of me. You're right, Mr. Matters. Jim's quick thinking saved your life. Fine. I don't know what to say. How about it, Jim? You won't hear it? No. Straight my shoulder. I'll be all right. So Whitey's been double-crossing me all the time. Yeah, here's the truth of it. Letters to Sheriff Conroy from a cattle buyer blow the border. He mentions a tie-down corral. He agrees with Conroy that there's no sense in splitting the profits three ways. All right. How did you know Whitey was tied up with a sheriff? All I knew was that Whitey had murdered Conroy. How'd you know that? We all thought it wasn't all in our sound. Whitey found and gagged last night when he released him. The first thing he did was accuse Jim Kelly of murder. At that time, no one else knew about the killings. And that's even sculpture. And it's all food. I've always thought the netters would never ever have thought that they couldn't get a square deal from cattlemen. You've both been mistaken. Yep. I can see it now. How do you worry with the United States Marshal and the next county to move and take charge of Whitey? You'll hold him till then, won't you? Yeah, don't worry. The fireman won't get away from us. Good. Very good. You ready? Go, go, go! I'll be gone, go. Give me the biggest mistake I've made about you. Yeah. No, it was right. Well, that man in the mask helped me to say how bad riding back to the last rabbit for supper. You have no other chance to fix a meal for a smart young seller and a bad-burned old fool. I'm not sure. That's right. Easy boy. I said it. All right, boys, let's go. Get up! Get up! I had to be sure of the Long Ranger Incorporate.