 A horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hearty high old silver, the lone ranger. In the Incompanion Tuttle, the daring and resourceful mass writer 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 hoofbeats of the Great Horse Silver. The lone ranger riots again. A small wagon train had entered the town of Mayville, and the leader of the wagon, Ned Baker, went into the cafe to get some information. He approached the table where Sheriff Platt was having lunch. Howdy, sir. I reckon you're the proper army to give me a bit of information. I just brought that wagon train too for St. Louis. Well, what if you want no missing? I'd be thankful if you'll tell me how to get to Peter Valley. I'm Ned Baker. Got a brother Dave who brought some homesteaders out here a couple of years ago. Me and the folks with me want to settle in the valley where Dave and the others are. More homesteaders, eh? That's right. Well, I'll tell you how to get to Peter Valley. But you'd do better to go farther into the southwestern center. Well, thanks for the advice, Sheriff. But there you wrote me about how fine it is around here. I reckon we'll settle in that valley where him and the others are. I see. Well, frankly, Baker, I've had a hard job keeping peace around this territory since your brother and these other homesteaders came here. Oh, that's what you mean? The ranchers here about don't take your homesteaders. They claim it supplies the land for cattlery. Well, now I reckon the west is big enough for all those who want to come out here. Back east in the papers, the government keeps Urgans folks ahead west. And in these letters, my brother Dave said that he and the others are doing right well. And that there's still land to spare in Peter Valley. Yeah. It seems like he overlooked mention and they've been up against couples from time to time. Oh, no, no. Dave did right about that. But he said the ranchers had sort of left them alone in the past few months. Now, he's right about that. Well, if you will tell me how to get to Peter Valley. I'll take the south trail to end the town for about three miles. And he comes over to the branch trail that leads right to Peter Valley. Thanks, Sheriff. We'll head that way right now. I reckon I'll be seeing you around town some time to time. Hello. Later that afternoon, Gil Randall, the owner of the Circle R spread, stood near the corral talking to his foreman, Mark. Gil Randall was a smooth type of man who had gained his holdings by methods that were shady and who liked the power and influence he held over the other ranchers in the territory surrounding Mayville. Gil was saying to his foreman, Mark, that in spite of the trouble we've caused those homesteaders of Peter Valley, they gained a good foothold there and seemed determined to stay. Yeah. But it seems to me, Gil, we didn't cause them enough trouble. It isn't like you to hold back when you have something to gain. Well, the law is on their side, one thing. That valley land is near my spread. It'll be a valuable addition. But if we pulled something really big and it was proved we did it, we'd wind up behind bars. You have a way of getting the other ranchers to side with. Sure. I told them we could run those homesteaders out. I would discourage others from coming in. What more, it might encourage other ranchers in the west to rise against all homesteaders. Cool. It's none of the ranchers here, Bob. It's sort of the fact that if we do drive out the people in Peter Valley, you'll really be the one to profit by it, Gil. Well, what if I am? We've got to keep the west for the cattlemen. There's no place out here for those no-good, small-time farmers. They cut up and fence in the land and ruin the ranges for grazing. By the time that you're getting to believe you're doing the west a big ship. Here comes one of the cowfolds back in town. He's riding high like he's bringing news of some sort. Well, I see. What's the big hurry? Search something at the cafe that might interest you, boss. Well, let's start talking. Hombray heading the small wagon train coming to the cafe he's talking to the chef. Ask the way to Cedar Valley. You mean they intend the homesteaders? Yeah. Hombray's the brother of Dave Baker. They've got him to come out and bring the others with them. They said they're gonna homestead there with Dave and those who already live in there. Right. Under us the last straw. The chef tried to warn them to go farther west so that they might be trouble. They'll be trouble, all right. Even if they did go farther west, I don't like it. They ought to be turned back. There are many others who come to this territory. Easy to talk about doing that, boss. Getting them to go all the way back, something else. If they ran into something to discourage them, they'd be glad to go back where they came from. Are you gonna make trouble for them before they start getting settled used? If Dave Baker's sent for, maybe him and the others got farms laid out and cabins already built waiting there in the valley for them. Mark, I want you and Rusty to get word of the other answers to meet here tomorrow night. Tell them I said it's very important. Then we'll see about those homesteaders. The following night about 10 ranchers were gathered in the main room of the Cirque du Arrancaux. You'll render what's said behind the table and wrap for silence. All right, listen to what I have to say, everybody. All of you know how I feel about the homesteaders in Cedar Valley. Even though we've caused them some trouble like ripping down their fences at night and driving stray cattle over their crops, we've been fairly patient about the whole thing. Now, yesterday Dave Baker's brother from back east brought more homesteaders here. They're settling over in Cedar Valley with the rest. I say it's about time for us to show all of them they're not wanted in the west. All right, all right. How old are I? Just what have we got to gain by moving against those homesteaders in the valley? They're green every time we have a meeting for the good of us ranchers. You start objecting. I'm for anything that's for the good of the ranchers and you know it. Then why are you disrupting this meeting? Now with a local question like that. Because I still don't see how they're interfering with us. If we do run them out, you take over Cedar Valley, since it's bordering on your spread. That's not true. This affects all of us. I'm a cattleman. I have big holdings here in the west. I say there's no place for those land-grounding homesteaders out here. They keep on coming and ruin it. Come on, Sam. The west is big enough for all who might want to come out here. There's miles and miles of rain to land that's never even been used. We need settlers out here while we can get. If we ever hope to make something out of the west... Wait a minute, wait a minute. If Hank Green is going to be satisfied with that two-bit ranch he owns, that's his business. But the rest of us have the right to grow. Spread our holdings. And I say it's up to us to keep the west open for racing cattle. I'm not afraid. But I am thinking about a people's right, which is more than Gil Randall is doing. I'm just one hombre against the ten of you. So I can't hope to keep you from doing what you might plan to do. But by the time that I don't have to go along with you... You better get out of here, then, Green. Let me warn you. You go spouting off your mouth to the sheriff or to Dave Baker. I won't be responsible for what you do. I'm not afraid. You go spouting off your mouth to the sheriff or to Dave Baker. I won't be responsible for what might happen. I'll leave right now. And much more, Randall, I don't give a hang about any of your threats. What I do and say is my own business. Now I'm getting out of here. Well, boys, I'll see you. Rusty, let us see that he does leave. Find a way to make sure he doesn't do any talking. I'll get going. All right, boss. See you later. Man, the time has come to act. Now listen to me, and I'll tell you how we're going to get rid of those homesteaders once and for all. Later that night, the Lone Ranger and Toppo, who had pitched camp in the hills outside Mayville, were sitting near the campfire, which had burned to a mass of glowing embers. The Lone Ranger looked up at the moon, then spoke. The full moon makes it bright enough to see for some distance, tunnel. Ah, moon plenty bright, cameo, Tommy. One more day of travel should get us to the mission. Long time since we see Padre. Otto, there was a shot. Ah, it seemed to come from up trails. Hurry, let's saddle the horses. We'll go up the trail and investigate. The wind hurried up the trail. Toppo had ridden the short way up the trail when Toppo pointed the head and spoke. Look, he must have been caught coming along the trail. Right as clouds over the puddle of the saddle, Toppo. Looks like he may be following. Yes, let's go meet him. Come on, tell him. Come on, tell him. Oh man, following him to the saddle. I got him. We'll put him on the ground. Ah, he's been shot. Ah, right. Yes, hurry. We'll take him to our camp. After attending to the wounded man, the Lone Ranger and Toppo took him to their camp and made him comfortable. In short time, their patient opened his eyes, then tried to rise as he spoke week late. Sir, a mass dombra. You, you were the one who... Take it easy. Don't try to rise now. I thought maybe they were making sure I wouldn't talk. But now, now that I see you in outlaw, I guess I'm wrong in thinking... Well, we're not outlaws, believe me. We were here in camp when we heard a shot. We met you coming along the trail, crouched over in the saddle. We bandaged your wound and brought you here. That's right. The bandage. Will you put that on me? Yes. You'll be all right after a few days. If, if you'd shot me, you wouldn't try to save me. That means it must have been someone Randall said. Randall? Yes. Gil Randall. He owns the, the Circular Spread. Why should he want to have you killed? Well, Randall is a troublemaker. He turned a lot of the ranchers against the homesteaders and see the valley. I see. More settlers came there a day before yesterday. Randall called a meeting tonight at his place. I went, but objected to his plan to move against the homesteaders. You were one of the ranchers? That's right. Randall warned me to keep my mouth shut. I didn't stay to hear what they planned to do. There are about nine ranchers who follow him like sheep. If Randall would resort to murder, they must be planning something drastic against those people in the valley. I'm sure that he stands to gain. He makes the others think it's for the good of the West. The West needs the homesteaders. If men like Randall continue to make trouble, it means many of the small farmers will leave. Not only that, but they'll spread the word. It will keep others from coming out to help settle the West. That's right, mister. That's the way I feel about it. Of course, you aren't sure Randall was behind the attempt to kill you, uh, mister. Uh, Green. Hank Green is a barge, he wrenched. Hank, are you sure Randall can persuade the others to move against those homesteaders? Yes. Yes, he sure can. He got them to cut fences and ruin crops during the past year. This time, I know he's planning something big. They ought to be warned. But of course, I don't know what Randall plans to do or when he'll do it. That's not good. Tonneau is up to us to find out what's being planned, and to do what we can to prevent it. Men like Randall are at danger to the West. We'll do all we can to see that he's stopped. The curtain falls on the first act of our long-ranger adventure, and for the next exciting scene, please permit it to pause for just a few moments. Early the following morning, the long-ranger and Tonneau left Hank in camp and rode off the trail, backtracking on the hoof marks made by Hank's horse. They found marks on the trail indicating that the horse had broken his face and veered to one side. They decided this was the spot where Hank had been shot, so they searched behind the boulders and bushes in an effort to find the trail of the government. Here came a puppy. He pooped marks, pooped prints, and a large boulder. This is where the killer wedded man bush for Hank Green. That's right. Pick up his trail now and see where it leads. All right, let's go. During the tunnel, followed the trail, that's why Rusty and the circle-art fellow were short-distance from the ranch house. The man who shot his Hank came here to the circle-art tunnel. Hank saved this ranch owned by Randall. Yes, I know. Hank was right in thinking Randall sent someone to kill him. That means Randall and his men are planning something big to drive out the homesteaders. Yeah. And what do we do? How do we bang down? I don't know. We go back to camp and try to think of something. All right, let's go. Let's go. Look at him up the top. During the tunnel, he rode away from the hollow near the circle-art. The masked man changed his mind about going directly to the camp. Thank you. As soon as they head to the homesteaders' valley, they can be warned. That's a good idea. I looked at the situation over out there. And when I wake nearby, you can go to one of the houses and tell them what we've learned. All right, let's hurry. Come on, let's go. Hey, Ned Baker was at the home of his brother, Dave. The two men were having coffee as they talked, while Dave's wife, Selena, hovered nearby ready to refill their cups. Ned was speaking. Sure was nice of you, Dave, to get a place all ready for me like you did. The others are mighty grateful, too, for the places all of you fixed up for them. As soon as you wrote that you were going to come out of here, I passed a word around and everybody chipped in to help. More coffee, Ned? No thanks, Selena, buddy. Sit down and join us. All right. My sure nice to have more folks here in Cedar Valley. Still, we'll have quite a settlement. We'll be all right if we're let alone, Selena. Why shouldn't we, Dave? I admit a few ranchers who've been against us did cause us some trouble, but lately we've had little to worry about. Yes, we haven't had much to worry about, but, you know, we never could place the blame for the things that did happen, like cut fences and ruined crops and such. Those things always happened at night, but I've often suspected Gil Randall is behind all of it. Well, who's he? Randall is a big ranch owner, and he hates homesteaders. Many of the other ranchers are influenced by what he says. But what about the law? As homesteaders, we have rights, don't we? Sure we have, but sometimes out here, Ned, men like Randall figure that Mike makes rights. They managed to hoodwink along. Dave, I didn't wait till now. Well, what's up, friend? I saw a man, it's Tom Brayden in here. They can like to snoop in the valley. I followed him up to each side. Then they'd come back along the west side. So I high-tailed here to tell you. I made sure they didn't see me, Dave. They're over by Ned's new cabin right now. I'll let Randall hide in them to cause trouble. What are we going to do, Dave? Dave, please be careful. Get a couple more men, Fred, and meet us out in front. We'll go to Ned's place and see if we can surprise those two homesteaders. All right. All right, we'll be waiting. I'm the lone ranger, and Tombo had observed the homes in the valley. When they came to the new cabin, which had been built for Ned Baker, they pulled rain in a grove of trees nearby. All right, come on. I'll wait here, Tombo. You go to that cabin, warn whoever answers the door that the catamom are planning trouble. They'll pass the word around. Me do that. Don't wait to answer questions. Be sure to stress the fact that there's real danger. Let me go now. Do not be gone long. Get them up the couch. Tombo left the grove of trees and headed for the cabin. While he was gone, the lone ranger busied himself tracking the cinch on Silver Saddle. Suddenly, the great stallion went into warning. The lone ranger turned around at the same time, reaching for his guns. A voice spoke from the edge of the grove. Freeze, mister! We got you covered. I kind of thought we'd find them here in this grove, Dave. Yeah, but you said there were two. After the in-men went for report and left this mass army to spy on. Yeah, it must be it. Good. We don't like people snooping around our homes, mister. Especially mass-style hoots like you. I'm not an outlaw. The game here to give you homesteaders a warning. You came to give us a warning, huh? A warning to get out of the valley or be driven out. Is that it? No. You'll wait until I explain. We don't listen to outlaws. I know you're keeping cover. I'll take his guns and grab off his man. There was a danger standing beside Silver with his hands raised. Realized he was in immediate danger. Just as he was about to act in spite of the guns pointed at him, he heard Tonto's voice from behind the men. You read it! The men saw the Indians standing a short distance away with drawn guns. Tonto! Tonto! Someone's got the drop on us from behind. You'd better do as he says or take the consequences. Yeah, it must be the Indian. He came back. You all right? Here's my gun. Yeah. Now Tonto will move in and gather up their guns. Let me do that. In a way I'm glad, mister, but now that you have the upper hand... We'll get him here as soon as we can see. No, I don't think so. We have guns killed by me. It's also under the bushes, Tonto. Now that you're unarmed, we'll be on our way. The ranches are planning to move against you here in the valley. I don't know how or when. Take the warning for what it's worth. What do you mean? He's carrying on towards the cavern. He may override. To grow the trees. We need to scout. Head to grow. You came just in time, Tonto. I'll scout. I'll scout. Now let's get going. After the masked man and the Indian left, Dave Baker sent one of the homesteaders to town to tell the sheriff what had happened and to tell about the warning the masked man had given. Meantime, the lone ranger and Tonto returned to their camp. They found Hank Green feeling much better and gave an account of their meeting with the five homesteaders. Hank was saying... I think I can ride all right. The homesteaders know how I feel. Why not let me ride to the valley this afternoon and tell them to be on guard? I can tell them about you and Tonto too, so they'll be friendly if you come there to give warning and help them. All right, Hank, that's a good idea. I'm sure nothing will happen before dark. Take your time riding to the valley. Tonto will go along to see that you get there safely. Me too, that. Let me come back and watch with lone rangers. Tonto left with Hank Green later that afternoon. About dusk, he returned to the camp and after supper, he and the lone ranger rode to a hiding place along the branch trail to the valley. They just mounted in an arroyo near the trail and waited patiently. Two hours had passed when finally Tonto, who was peering over the edge of the arroyo down the trail, gave voice to a warning. Keep us happy. Yes. Moon brightened up to see far-long trail. It looks like many horses come. All right, we'll keep out of sight until they pass. You think it's randle and lances? Yes. After they pass, we'll take this shortcut and get to the valley first. That's randle and his crowd all right. They'll ride back along the arroyo a short way and get to the shortcut. Most of them are coming. Last man and the Indian rode in a gallop into the valley. Suddenly, there were walks by several horsemen who came from hiding and faced them on the trail. I hope I'm not the last man in the Indian again. Hank told us about this. Major, we've come to war and help you. About 10 of the ranchers, probably led by randle, are on their way to burn you out. I'll fuel this. I think I can tell you how to catch them in the act and avoid gunplay. All right, mister, after what Hank told us, we will listen. The sheriff and his deputy are waiting at my place. Good. I'll tell you my plan. Then you can send for the sheriff and other homesteaders. Here's what we'll do to catch them right ahead of me. Randal and his followers, one eastward, when they reach the entrance to the valley, they follow the narrow trail along the east slope. Yeah, let's go on his side. Lights in their cabins show they don't expect trouble. Yeah. It'll take them a while to realize what's going on after we spread out and set fire to the dry brush and throw them gray. Yeah. They'll follow along behind the fire and throw lead at anyone. All right. Now, each one of you has an oil-soaked torch in your saddlebag. Get it out. And we'll spread out and light them up and set things going. All right. Here's mine. Give you time to spread along the line. And when you see me light my torch, you do the same. All right. All right. And if Hank Green hadn't talked out a turn at the meeting and had come along, you start kicking about this. Now, boss, since that accident in the air, he won't do any more yapping. Now, shut up, Rusty, and get going with the rest. Hey, Charlie! Hey! Look at the color of them all, sir! Hey, what's this? See, there are men coming out of the tall grass like prairie dogs. Yeah, and others on horses back in the trees. He'll have the sheriff's voice. He's back down his horse. Now, use your guns, Ben. Here you go! Oh! In a few minutes, some of our insurers forced a bit of gunplay by trying to shoot their way out. But they soon gave up. And the sheriff with the whole setters forced them to dismount in this arm. The long-range around tunnels having their saddles watching as the sheriff and his deputy is prepared to take over. Sheriff! I demand the arrest of that mass comrade who shot me in the arm. You have no proof of wrongdoing. We came here to talk the situation over with the whole setters. Stop lying, Randall. We know you plan to move against us. And here's someone who can prove it. That's right. Hey, they did plan it as to get a Randall's ranch. Hey, green. Holy mackerel, I thought... I heard you had met a while ago you saw a tank to have a nice... Didn't admit any such thing. Anyway, Gil told me... I'm thinking I'll have you in a jail for the time being. I'm sure some of you were influenced by Randall. Didn't understand what you were up to. Sheriff, Catalan must realize the West doesn't belong to them alone. The West is big enough for everyone. He wants to come here. Men like Randall are a menace to the growth of the West. And to the success of its people. You and the others can manage now, I'm sure. Come, Tutto. Adios! Here, Randall. You and Russell will be charged with attempted murder against Hank Green. Other charges against you and these followers of yours will be made leader. Now get your horses thrown up. Come on! Come on, let's go, hurry! My son, that masked man sure saved the day for us homesteaders. Hey Hank, he's a friend of yours. Just who is he, anyway? I reckon the sheriff has already guessed who he is. The Indian town old told me... You see, he's the low ranger. This is a feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated. Created by George W. Trenville. Produced by Trenville Camel Enterprises. Directed by Charles D. Livingston. And edited by Fran Stryker. A part of the Lone...