 A fiery horse with a speed of light, the cloud of dust, and a hearty high old silver, the lone ranger. In the early days of the western United States, the hill country, with its canyons and hidden valleys, offered perfect protection to outlaws. Some of the bands made permanent headquarters there, secure from the law, but close enough to the ranches on the plains to raid them at will. It was not until the lone rangers started his great fight for justice that these outlaws were driven from their hideouts, and a new dawn of peace was brought to 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 for the mountains! There's going to be trouble! Come on, Silver! The solitary horseman urged his mount up the steep trail above Crystal Falls. At last he reached the summit of the ridge and turned in his saddle to look back at Mustang Mags Ranch, a tiny dot on the great expanse of plain below. The son of Silver. What Dan won't give to find out where he is. Come on, boys. Down trail now to camp. We're going to burn the wind. Get up there! The rider raced down the Rocky Mountain Trail. He rounded a turn at breakneck speed and then another valley lay before him. Another valley and another ranch, complete with ranch house, bunk house, corral and herds of white-faced cattle grazing on the high meadows. Dan Brogdon's outlaw spread. 15 minutes more of hard riding and the sculpt was reported to Dan himself. You can take my word for it, Dan. It's the same coat we saw up here a month ago. White for the black star. That's him. He's on Mustang Mags Ranch. Yeah, that's what you said. But how'd he get there? The story in town is that he's the son of Silver. Of Silver? The lone ranger's horse. We might have guessed it. Yeah, and folks that have seen the two of them together said there's no doubt of it. How'd he get there, Mustang Mags? It was Silver himself that led him down from the mountains. The lone ranger gave him to old Missouri to keep him. Oh, that's bad. Oh, it's bad about it. I still want that coat, Eddie. But I don't want to tangle with a mask man. We've built up a great outfit here in the hills by not taking chances. Oh, and half-two, boss. The mask man's gone away. Huh? He left the ranch about a week ago and there's no telling when he'll be back. There's only Missouri and Mags cowhands standing in your way. Are you sure of that? Absolutely. Won't amount to any more than one of our regular raids. We won't be taking as much of a chance, Dan. Just one horse to get away with. We'll take all the boys, Eddie. All of them? They'll be needed. That coat's sure to be kept in the corral near the ranch house. That's right. I saw him. It means a fight, but I don't mind dodging led to get that coat. He's worth a fortune. Yeah. We'll head for the valley tonight. That night, Dan Brogan led his men down from the mountains. The thought of a coat could match the mighty Silver. The legend of the West urged him on. But when the level plane was reached, he held his mount to a slow gallop, always on the alert for a lone cowhand that might warn the ranchers of the gang's approach. He kept to the back trails, however, and they saw no one until they neared Mags ranch. Then... Hold up, boys. What's the setup, Eddie? Mag lives in the ranch house all by himself. Is there any of the boys in the bunkhouse? Chris, you take a couple of men and keep all the doors of the ranch house covered. Right. Mike, the rest of them will go with you and surround the bunkhouse. Eddie and me will get the coat. If anybody wakes up and starts yelling, open fire. We got you, boss. But don't shoot unless you have to. Everybody understand that? And go to it. We'll leave our horses at the top of the next rise. Get up, Red. From the rise, the outlaws made their way forward on foot, moving silently as shadows. Dan and Eddie waited until they had taken their positions near the ranch house in the large building where the men slept, and they started toward the corral. There's the corral? Yeah, not a sign of life anyway. The Colesawake? See him? Where? Looking over the fence. Oh, he's a beauty, boss. And it's gonna be a lot easier to catch him inside a corral than it was in the mountains. He's sure to make some noise when I rope him. The boys are all set. Lift the bars. Yeah, whoa, boy. You stay right here at the opening. Try to get him on your first throw, boss. You ever see me miss? That cold can move. He don't know what a rope is yet. Watch this. You see? He don't know what to make of it, but he's just standing there. Well, you'll take it easy snubbing him to my saddle horn. That's it, boy. Nothing to be afraid of. He's bracing his feet. Not for long, you won't. Our show moves, boss. That came from the bunk house. Mag's awake, too. Crawl him this way. Crawl him. He's gonna take the two of us and drag him out of here. I have to get these other horses out of the corral so they can't follow us. Hurry up. Can I use my gun? No matter now, the boys have opened fire. Come on, help me with him. Proud of him. He's trying to follow the others. Right. He's got more strength than any two-year-old I ever saw. He's dragging you right out of the corral. Crowd him. Come on there, boy. Come on in there. Come on in there, boy. That's it. Come on in there. You're going the other way, you ordinary coyote. It's all right. You show them who's boss. We can lead him now. He's glad to go anywhere. It's a way from that shooting. What's the matter? Somebody's running this way from the bunk house. One of our boys. Let's go. Let him have it. Two weeks later, the Lone Ranger and Tonto raced into the valley from the east. As the familiar buildings came into sight, the great horse, Silver, increased his speed. He flashed by the corral and clattered to a stop in front of the ranch house with a scout just behind him. Well, Silver, you were certainly anxious to get here, weren't you? Him want to see Cold. I thought he'd be in the corral. They're taking a chance if he's out on the range. That's right. Cold hasn't had time to accept the ranch as his home. We might head back for the mountains. You tell Missouri that before we leave. Yes, ma'am. Good morning. I've been threatened the day when you come back. You what? Just as welcome as you've ever been, but I don't know how I'm going to tell you. Has something happened? Come on inside. You can see for yourself. We notice that the Cold has been... Yes, ma'am. Missouri, you've been hurt. Just a scratch. I'll be back in the saddle tomorrow. He's been laid up for two weeks. It don't matter, nun. Gang of outlaws raced into the valley. Gang of outlaws raided the ranch in the middle of the night. The boys put up a good fight. But they got the cold. Yeah. And they turned out all the other horses in the corral so we couldn't follow them. Not for a while, anyhow. You must have seen which way they headed. I was too busy taking care of Missouri. They had a painted old goat. No, ma'am! He run straight from the bunkhouse to the corral. No cover, nothing. Just made himself a fancy target for them crooks. Oh, I could think I was a cold. We failed, you masked man. I gave him to you. Not the way, Mag, and me figure. We were just sort of holding him in trust. Sweetest little animal in the west. Missouri's right where it failed you. I could kick myself for letting those crooks get him. You said not for a while, Mag. Then the boys did follow them eventually? Sure. The trail led to the mountains. After that, there wasn't nothing to go by. You know what the mountain trails are like. Yes. Next day we got hold of the marshal and he got a posse together. The hills for a whole week. And they didn't pick up any clues? No, none at all. There's a thousand canyons up there and maybe just as many hidden valleys where that gang could hide out. He'll take an army to find them. Crook leaves some trail, maybe. No, they didn't. Perhaps none the posse could find, but Tonto might have better luck. You mean you're going up there, Magspin? Of course. Alone? At first. We'll be back if we need help. If you find them, there'll be just you and Tonto. There's 20 of them. The easier it will be to locate their hideout. We'll start right away, Tonto. Not good. One of your men can show us where the trail was lost, Magspin. Sure thing. Oh, Maskman, bring a little fella back. I heard him whinny. It was like a comb for him. He's got a spirit like silver. Those omblers will try to break it. Yes, we won't waste any time. Let's go, Tonto. The Lone Ranger and Tonto headed for the mountains, but even the Indians' unerring instinct was unable to pick up the trail over two weeks old. He refused to admit defeat, however, and his day followed day he found a sign here and another there that brought them closer to their goal. At the outlaw ranch, Dan had decided that it was time to break the son of silver and announced that he would handle the process himself. All the other horses were taken out of the corral near the ranch house. Dan wore heavily rolled spurs and carried an ugly short whip in his hand. Well, boys, you got the saddle and bridle, man. All the other horses out of the corral? Yeah, we roped off another one at the south end of the valley. Roped? That reminds me. We got plenty of them. And come on. I'll show you how a horse should be broke. You don't aim to do it all the day, do you? Why not? You'll be lucky to get a saddle on him the first day. That's why not. Ever seen me break a horse heavier? No, but that's... I don't waste any time with him. These wranglers are talking about breaking a horse gentler, yellow. I say tie him up till he got the saddle on and climb on board. You ought to give him time to get used to the saddle. Now we're going to get a bit between his teeth until he's all or broken. Hey, you aren't yellow, are you, Eddie? I'm talking sense. So am I. Your sister might work with a plug, but not with a coat like this. Show him who's boss. That's my motto. Rope him hog time if you have to. I'll get the saddle on. Put this hack more bridle on him. You're a crazy horse on your hands. He won't be crazy for long. Once I'm in that saddle, I'll rip him wide open with my spurs and beat him with my quits. He'll kill you. In 15 minutes, I'll have him yell a nuncle. I'll bet you $100 you don't. All right, you're on. Any of the rest of you want some of that? No, I don't. Oh, they've seen me work. He really gives it to them, Eddie. If they don't give up, he kills them. Well, that only happened once. And if you don't mind, Dan, I'm staying on the sidelines. Sure. I don't want anybody betting against me spoiling my play. There he is. Drop the saddle and bridle over the fence, right here. He'll get him trodden up to us. He ain't afraid of nothing. He will be. What's he nuzzling you for, Eddie? Well, I gave him some sugar yesterday. Maybe he's looking for more. You fool. Inside the corral, boys. Drop a rope over his neck first and tie it to the snubbing post. You're asking for trouble. Ah, shut up. Follow me, boys. Watch that gate so you don't make a break for it. Don't close it just as soon as we're all inside. You know something, Dan? What? Maybe you'll win. You do, I won't mind losing $100. Not much. But if you break that coat your way, you'll break his heart. He'll never be any good again. Not to anybody but me. You'll make him an outlaw killer. Is that the idea? He won't try any of his tricks with his boss. It's wrong. There's nothing you can do to stop it. I only wish I'd never told you where you could find him. Ah, you're yellow. All right, boys. Give it to him. 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. How to continue our story. Dan Brogan ordered the gallant coat to be saddled. Then he watched his orders carried out with the help of ropes and the combined strength of six men. When they had finished, he walked toward them with a sneer on his lips. Now you got him standing nice. Thanks, boys. If we cut those ropes and let them go, they'll go off like a cake of blessing. Not with me in his back. All right, hold them. Don't try it, boys. Just let them loose today with a saddle on. Tomorrow you can ride them. I've got a bet to win. I'll pay you the hundred if you don't ride them today. Dan, I'm telling you. You heard me. It's Kyos. He's just the kind I like to tame. Cut those ropes and let them go. I'll do it, boys. Get out of the way. Over the fence. Take it easy, young fella. You too, Eddie. Hurry up. Here, Chris. I'll give you a hand. Get up. I thought you said this was a cake of blessing. Just standing there, trembling. I want a fight for my money. Don't use your spurs. I'll show them. There he goes. Look at him. He's spending double. Don't even touch the grub. I knew what I was talking about. If Dan stays on, he'll ruin that horse. He's beating them around the head. Look, the saddle girth is ripping. At last, Sunfish did it. But he couldn't have. You can see for yourself. It'll give away. Dan, jump. The saddle's going. Let him go. Look out. Chris, Dan. There goes the colt from the far side of the fence. Get down, boys. Jump as clean as a whistle. I'm all right. Just twisted my ankle. Get in your horses and bring that colt back. He's gone, Dan. You'll never see him again. A thousand dollars for the man who brings him back. I'll break him or kill him. That night, the Lone Ranger and Tutto made their camp on the banks of a mountain spring. A grove of pines gave them cover in firewood. And after their evening meal, they made their beds on pine balls. It was nearly one o'clock with a full moon riding high in the sky when Silver became restless. The first stamp of his hoops woke the masked man. And he turned to watch the great white stallion as he lifted his head into the breeze. Tutto. There's something wrong. Hunter, hear Silver. What is it, boy? He's looking up toward that ridge. That tackle? No, Tutto. I see him now. It's a colt. Huh. He can get away from Outlaw. Yes, but he isn't coming any closer. He knows Silver. Why should he be afraid of us? Look like him wear bridal. You're right. They've tried to break him. There's no telling how. Outlaw. Make him afraid of all men. Yeah, Silver. You're the only one who can bring him back to us. Huh. Go after him, boy. Bring him back. As Silver started out of the camp, the colt disappeared. And fifteen minutes later, the stallion followed him over the ridge. A last gleam of moonlight silverying his mane. Two days passed. At noon on the third, Chris headed up the Outlaw Valley from the south. He urged his mustang on with spurs and whip and finally clattered to a stop in front of the ranch house. Dan, where are you? Hey, what's getting there? I just really get my breath now. I'll tell you. Find the colt. I didn't catch him, but I... What's the matter with you, Ambrace? It's been three days since he got away. I offer a thousand dollars to the man and you can't even find a trace on him. Maybe they feel like I do. How's that? I wouldn't bring him back to you for five thousand. Yeah? You listen to me. Out with it. I'll settle with you later, Eddie. I sell the colt, Dan. You did? Where? I'm well enough to ride now. We'll go after him. Wait. There's more to it than that. There's a big white stallion running with the colt. And I'll bet my bottom dollar's a lone rage of silver. It's gotta be. Does that mean the mask man's around here? There wasn't a sign of man from Mars. The two horses are running free. It means something's happened to the mask man. If you can catch his horse, he's yours. Good. I figured it all out on the way back here. We're up on Lone Pine Ridge. There's only one canyon that runs from there down the stream. Yeah? We can build a trap in the canyon this afternoon. And when they head for water tonight, we'll... Yeah, I get it. A fence clear across the canyon. Well, it narrows down. Then we'll take cover near the opening of the canyon. And wait till they get inside. Then close in on them. Chris, if this works, I'll double your bonus. You, uh... You can count me out. Oh. You again, huh? I don't want any part of it. Still yellow. You only been with us a few weeks, Eddie. But I'm beginning to think that's long enough. I decided that for myself already. You're covered. Down any of you move. I'm taking your horse, Chris, and I'm getting out of here. Heading for the sheriff. You don't have to worry about that. There's just one reason I'm clearing out. I don't like the way you break horses. I can break men the same way. Not me. Steady, Tents. Hold it. Not a move. Watch out, Chris. There was a warning. Honey, else, get up there, Cap! Get up! All right, let him have it. Eddie knew that his life depended on the speed of his borrowed mount. And when at last he was out of range of the outlaw bullets, he breathed a sigh of relief. But a determination to spoil Dan's plan had been growing in him. And he headed for the ridge Chris had described. When he reached it... Alone by and rich. I don't see any sign of him yet. But I'll travel through that canyon before they get their trap built. Dan isn't going to get another chance at that cold if I can stop it. Wait a minute. What the... Come here, man. You must be in a long range. Who are you? Eddie Grayson. But never mind about me. Say that silver you're writing. Chris must have been wrong. About what? He told him that silver and the cold were running free up here. They were an hour ago. Where's the cold now? The gang's after them. They're going to build a trap in the canyon and... Call your son, boy. There he is. Get him out of these mountains. You don't have to use that canyon that leads to the stream. There's another one farther to the north. Just a moment, Eddie. I had an idea. You belong to the gang. Yes, I did for a while. You can take me into the law if you want to, man. We can let that wait. I'd like to hear more about the trap they're setting. You... You weren't going to try and round them up all by yourself. I was bringing a posse from town. Now be here by nightfall. Do you know where the gang's hideout is? We do. You'll have a tough time smoking them out. It wouldn't be so hard in the canyon if we took them by surprise. Hey. You could help us, Eddie. That would mean helping yourself. All you want to know is what they plan to do, huh? That's all. Well, I got no obligation to Dan. They tried to kill me when I rode away. I'm with you all the way, Mass Man. Good. We'll see if we can use their own trap to catch them. Hey, Kimosami. Hi. Howdy, Mass Man. Hello, Missouri. I'm glad you're better. You brought the marshal with you? Yeah, but I thought I'd need a little help. Marshal Tutter, meet the old ranger. I'm glad to meet you, sir. Thank you, Marshal. Oh, I see you got the colt. They didn't hurt him, did they? He's got a couple of welds on his neck. But they'll heal up. This is Eddie Grayson. He used to belong to the gang, but now he's on our side. Uh-huh. When do we go after him? Well, it gets dark. I'll have to ride Scout tonight, Tutto. Ah. You do stay here with Silver and the Colt. Oh, here's our plan. All the boys far enough back courage, but they can't see the opening of the canyon. We'll have to give them a word. No matter how much noise we make after the stallion and the coda are inside it, more noise the better. Sure. Drive more into the trap. There's no chance of either one of them jumping that fence. 10 feet high if it's an inch. We'll have to close in fast, though. That stallion can knock it down. We'll be right on their heels. Here they come, down the ridge, into your saddle. They're past the opening. Come on. Come on, boys. Pull it, Dan. Open up. Look at them, Dan. They're flying. Every storm sounds like it in my life. When I get my hands on that colt, I'll never be able to catch them if it wasn't for the fence. It'll stop them. Not far, is it? Just around the bend. Come on, boys, ready with your ropes. Hey, Chris. What's the matter? They're going straight through. The fence is down. That's it. We'll catch them anyway. After them. Good work, Silver. Get the colt up on the bank. Are the marshals men all set, Missouri? Yep. They're up on the bank, half a mile further down. Follow me as soon as the gang gets past us. Here they come. After them. Follow the mask. Let's see what happens. The marshals taking the whole gang back to town. What's him say about Eddie? Eddie will get another chance. You can put your saddle on Scout now. I changed over to Silver down below. Have you noticed the young fellow mask man? He sure sticks close to his puppy. You can't blame him after the way he's been treated. That Dan ought to be strung up. You go to jail for a long time, and then we'll try to make the colt forget what's happened up here. Yeah. Ready, Tullo? Huh? You're going back home, young fellow. Come on, boy. Get back! Get off! Come on! You have just heard is a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated.