 A fiery horse with the speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hardy hyo silver, the Lone Ranger. With his faithful Indian companion, Tonto, the massed rider of the planes led the fight for law and order in the early west of the 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 a great horse, Silver. The Lone Ranger rides again. The pioneer trail to Oregon was a dangerous trail. Whoever rode it faced miles of lonely country where marauding bands of Indians swept down from the barren hills, where bad men and buzzards waited to attack the weary traveler. Along the wagon tracks the broken remains of burnt wheels and the tattered canvas that once covered prairie schooners were mute evidence, a constant warning to all who passed, beware. Keep your eyes sharp and your guns loaded, there's danger on the Oregon Trail. But danger was the farthest thing from the mind of Randy Davis as he and his family prepared to start to the west. Everything's packed. We're all ready to hit the trail. Climb aboard, Marthe. Climb up, Debra. We're starting off for Oregon. Thanks, Randy. I forgot the spinning wheel. Come along, Debra. Looks bright there. I want to get going before the dew's off the grass. We'll only be a minute. So you're bound and determined to go, eh, Davis? Bound and determined, silly. Mighty risk you taking the Oregon Trail, but you're lonesome. Why don't you wait until you can join up with the wagon trail? The jerks have been sittin' for a month now. I'm tired of waitin'. Waitin' any longer won't never get to Oregon. Besides, I got a good wagon and good horses. I can make good time. Maybe I'll meet up with the wagon trail along the way. There's bound to be some of them where our trail joins the one heading out of St. George. What about engines and outlaws? Oh, engines and outlaws. I'm a good hand with the rifle. I can handle trouble. Eh, they said, eh, what makes you so old-fired fearful for them? Well... Well what? Some news just come over the telegraph, Davis. Lance Kennard shot his way out of a posse. When last seen, he was ridin' by his horse Northwest from Long Meadow using a whippin' spur. Lance Kennard? The fastest meanest out along the west. Hand-resist guns like chain lightens. What if Kennard's hit Northwest from Long Meadow? That means he ought to hit the Oregon Trail. His middle name is Trouble, Davis. He's normally coyote. Sure, but slick as a fox. Got more than 20 killings to his credit. He's cold and throaty. Got a sack of woody already covered. I guess we're all excited, aren't we, Pa? Well, Davis... Put the wheel in the wagon, Deborah. He hasn't. And Sakes Alive. What's troublein' you two men? Randy, you're standin' at Mr. Sutter like... well, like the two of you was playin' poker. Better think it over, Davis. Think what over? Randy, Davis, what is it? Is something wrong? Well, eh, silly thanks for the advice, but I don't think I'll take it. It ain't one chance in a thousand. I never meet up with that hombre. Meet up with who? Never mind, Martha. Come on, up you come. Stand about time. Give me your hand, Debbie. I can get up by myself, Pa. Well, I reckon this is it. Adios, Davis. I wish you clear skies and plenty of water along the way. Adios to you. The Gatoragon, look us up. I'm not local. I'm stayin' here. Well, we ain't. We're headin' west. We ain't going to stop to the Gatoragon. Goodbye, bye, everybody. Here we go. Hey, get up there. Get a little horseshoe. Second trail. Mile after mile of lonely prairie where the rolling wheels had beaten out the track of the pioneers where some reached their goal and others stopped along the way, died along the way. The Oregon Trail. It was night. Under the distant stars, two men were crouched beside a small fire. I heard the drumming of approaching hooves. Howdy, mister. Howdy. Been ridin' along ways? Uh, did you come from Long Meadow? Maybe I have. Won't you get off your horse and come to the fire? There's a chill in the night air. I don't notice it. Well, there is. Up down will give you a couple of strips of bacon and some coffee. Aren't you hungry? I always like to look over men before I move to join them. You can see it's clear. But your face is in the shadow. How about coming closer so we can tell what you look like? Oh, mind if I do. Now, how's this? Yeah, now I can see you good. This gent with me is named Wellman. I don't know him from a hole in the ground. Just met up with him myself. Wellman, howdy. Pleasure. Uh, my name is Graham. Been arranging out this way for Wolf. I'm a bounty hunter. Get paid for shooting you on recruiters so they won't... Never mind all the talk. You said bounty hunter. That's enough. Yeah. Anyway, my name's Graham. What's yours? I said... I heard you. My handle is Canard. Canard? Yeah. Canard. First name Lance. Lance Canard. Well, glad you told me. Had to drag your name out of you like pulling the steer out of quicksand. Lance Canard, huh? Glad to meet you, Mr... Well, you're a gunman. I seen posters up for you all over the west. You're a killer. Oh, you... You're too fast. Didn't give me a... Dumb little maverick trying to stand up against me. Yeah, sure. Smoked him down, Lance. I always do. Now speak up, Wellman. How come you were teamed up with this ombre? I told you to wait for me alone. Well, don't get your dander up, Lance. Could I help it if the kid come along while I was waiting for you? I couldn't tell him to very moose, could I? No. No, not him. He was too all fired friendly. And I couldn't leave myself, could I? You told me to wait right here for you. Right here, and that's what I'd done. Yeah, got away from the Parsi, huh? Sure I did. You gave him the slip? Sure I did. You'll never find me. There's only one thing I'm a might concerned about. Yeah? What's that? I saw a couple of riders coming toward me and didn't want them to notice me, so I pulled off the trail. They was heading for long meadows. They might have carried word to the Parsi. You're a real smart ombre, Lance. Real smart. Oh, I don't know. Them two riders, why should they trouble you? I don't know, there's something about them. It was pretty far away. One riding a paint horse, and the other... Yeah? A white horse. The biggest white horse I ever saw. Sure, forget it, Lance. I didn't like you to be worried about anything. Well, I'm not worried, Wilman. But still, and all I don't need to wait around here. But a figure I'm doing is heading out along the Oregon trail. We'll meet up with some pioneers, travel along with them, see? That's all right, so long as they don't know who you are. They won't. Just be sure you call me Lance, and that's all. All right, watch my tongue. You'd better. Saddle up your horse. Hours later, the eastern sky pale, the sun came up. In the dawn, a coyote lifted his nose and howled. And drifting down from the sky, black wings against the gray were the buzzards, scavengers of the air. With the first faint glimmering of dawn, their sharp eyes had seen the sprawled figure lying motionless beside the dead embers of the fire. Now they wheeled in great arcs, closer and closer. Soon they would settle to earth. A lone ranger and tonto mounted on their great horses saw them in the sky. Buzzards, tallow. Oh, that's right. Kimershoppy, what that? That's what they're after. That man sprawled beside that fire. Come on, silver! Get him off the couch! The horsemen galloped across the plains. The buzzards wheeled, their wings lifting them higher as they flew away from the lonely fire, and the man sprawled in the ground. Hey, boys! Fire cold. Here's the man's gun, tonto. He dropped it. The man left move, Kimershoppy. Lying on his face, his clothes covered with dew. That means he was shot last night. Easy, tonto. We'll roll him over. Easy. Easy does it. Oh, him plenty young. One bullet. Tonto, is he? I mean, not sure. Me trying to find pulse. He looks as if he... Kimershoppy, this fellow not dead. He must hit him plenty hard, but him still alive. Alive? Ah, you feel pulse. I don't fit. Yes, tonto. It's very weak, but it's there. He is alive. But can we keep him that way? We get blanket, cover him up, keep him warm. If we work plenty hard, maybe follow him live. How long has it been? We found you yesterday morning, Graham. You've been unconscious for a day and a half. You know my name. Your name was on your gun belt. I tried to shoot it out with him. It was too fast on the trigger. What about Wellman? Did he get Wellman? Wellman? Yeah, a fellow I met. We were camping here. You were alone when we found you? Here. Here, you drink this. Howdy, Ingen. All right. You drink. Thanks. Say, I never thanked you for saving my life. Not all right. An Ingen, a mask man. I wondered when you were going to mention that. I noticed it. A couple of days ago, I had reached for my gun's prano. But after what happened the night before last, I'm getting smarter. I'm judging a man by how he acts, not how he looks. The man who shot me looked like a nice fellow. Graham, Tonto and I headed from Long Meadow. We heard that a posse was out. Hey, am I local? Huh? You're not moved. I reckon I can't, Ingen. Not yet. But, mister, the hombre who shot me was Lance Kinard. What? You're certain? Certain, sure. He told me his name before he shot me. He's the man. The posse was after. They lost the trail. The worst dog-gone gunfighter in the West. Graham, which way did he go? His bullet knocked me flat, mister, and I couldn't move. But I wasn't unconscious till later. He comes back to me now. Wellman wasn't just anybody. Him and Kinard are rings this meeting here. I just mose it in without knowing. Which way did they go? I heard him talking. They struck out that way. Ah, Northwest. That way, Long Meadow gone trail. Yeah, Ingen. They said they'd find some wagon trainer. Maybe just a single wagon. Nobody would know who they were. They'd just join up and head West. Ah, that bad. Kinard, him plenty bad-liked local wolf. Him make plenty trouble. Tata, we leave our food and some blankets here. Can Graham make out all right? Ah, him be all right. Gonna leave me. You're going after that skunk? Somebody's got to, Graham. Well, let me go with you. I'd like another crack at that dump. Oh. No. You can see you're too weak to travel. You stay here, Graham. But I'm all right. Stay here. You've got to get your strength back. I reckon you're right, mister. But you're taking an awful chance. Kinard is just plain poison. He wears two guns and he's faster than lightning. Stay here and take care of yourself. One or both of us will be back for you. Ready, Tata? Here's Count. Here's Silver. Is that a big fella? Adios, Graham. Adios. Adios. Adios to you. And watch yourself. Come on, Silver. Get him up, Count. There they go. Two of them. Against Kinard and Wellman. I reckon they can handle Wellman. Kinard, I don't know. I wonder if I'm sending them to their death. 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. All back to our story. The ranger and Tonto headed northwest toward the Oregon Trail in search of Lance Kinard and Wellman. They moved slowly. The trail was hard to follow. And in the meantime, Kinard and Wellman had pressed their horses hard. As they drew rain on a ridge, they saw a single wagon on the winding trail below them. A man and two women. I reckon it's nobody who knows what I look like. Most of them that did know are dead, Kinard. Don't call me Kinard. I mean Lance. That's better. They've done the slope and bit them hardy. Get your hands off your guns, you idiot. You want them to get suspicious right at once? Hardy. Hey! Oh, hardy, chance. We're glad to have company head west. I reckon we are. You likewise. Yes, sir. Yep, we're heading for Oregon. My name's Davis. Randy Davis. This is my wife, Marthe. My daughter, Deborah. Yeah, hardy, folks. Hardy. I don't think I caught your names. Yeah, we didn't mention them. My name's Wellman, Mr. Davis. My partner here, his name is... his name's Lance. Traveling all alone, huh, Mr. Davis? Yerks, you've nothing to worry about. Oh, freckin' no. Our fellow's reasonably smart. Say you don't mind if Wellman and me keep your company awhile. We're heading west, too, making it more pleasant all around. Oh, my. Isn't that just Jim Dandy? Well, you were just saying that without having a whole chest full of gold coin, a couple more men along to help guide it. You said it, didn't you? Yes, you did, Deborah. Well, I reckon there's no way to put it off on a young girl's tongue, is there? Gold, did you say? Gold coins? Really? Yes. I figure I'm playing a business when we get to Oregon. Don't you worry one bit, Mr. Davis. Matter of fact, it's mighty fortunate for you that we happen along. Why, it sure is. Don't you see, Mr. Davis, now there's two of us beside your husband to make sure nobody steals your gold. Yeah, yeah, Wellman's right. And as you can see, Mr. Davis, we're both wearing guns. If anything goes wrong, we can use them. Yes, I see. I hope guns won't ever be needed. Get along, you horses. Get up. Hello, sir. Hello, sir. Hello, sir. Hello. Hello. How long have you been in trail? Ah, it take us long time to get here. The tracks were faint. We had to make sure. Ah, it dark. May Nazi sign a campfire. Graham said they'd be heading west. That's the way I'm going. What's that? You not go alone. Yes, Tunnel. I'll try to go with you. No, Kimosally. I allowed you to come this far because I needed you to pick up the trail in case I lost it. Graham needs your care, Tunnel. I want you to go back to him and make sure he's well. Ah, you go alone. What happened? You meet up with Canard and Wellman, huh? I tend to meet them. But that too gets one. Canard, him plenty bad. I'll have to take my chances, Tunnel. Graham needs help. Besides, Silver's faster than Scout. I'll have to let him run his best. Why you do that? Because Canard and Wellman must be far ahead of me. No telling what may happen. Well, Tunnel, I'd like to leave you alone, Kimosally. You must, old friend. Ah, me go. Maybe find Posse. Then there'll be someone to care for Graham. Then Tunnel, come back to you, Kimosally. We're partners, Tunnel. Adios. How are you? I'm a good fortune, right with you. Get him up, Scout! Adios, Kimosally. Easy, Silver. All right, big fella. Let's go. Oh, Silver! Tunnel headed back toward the wounded man. But the lone ranger galloped ever westward through the night. A great stallion thundering along the packed ground with the rolling wheels of the pioneers had pounded down the grassland, making a trail across the trackless country. The Oregon Trail. I'll be right back, Mark. Oh, it rained all day. It'll make you seem deeper to get water for. The water bell's full already. It'll take you a few minutes to get back, Marthe. I wasn't an excuse to talk to you alone. Randy, what on earth do you mean? Those two giants have been riding with us. Lance and Wellman? Well, what about them? Marthe, I'm praying we meet up with a wagon train before something happens. I don't understand. If we meet a wagon train, there'll be lots of folks. These two won't dare do anything. Do what? We've got a chest full of gold in the wagon. Lance takes Randy Davis. Is that what's troubling you? Why, if they'd wanted the gold, they'd have done something long ago. They've been with us two whole days. Yes. And I didn't sleep a wink last night knowing they were around. Then order them away. I'm afraid to. Oh, I declare, you must be from Loco. They seem like good enough folks. I heard you rake a lake before we started out. You and Deborah went back for the spinning wheel. Yes. When you come back, I've been talking to them, sir. Yes. Don't be asked me if anything was wrong. Well, yes, but I... Matthew Lemceter runs a telegraph office. He just finished telling me that a gunman had escaped from a post in your long meadow. This gunman had headed northwest toward the Orgone Trail. His name was Lance Kennard. Lance... Randy, you mean... This fellow calls himself Lance. He might not be using his last name. I think it's him. And I think he's been playing cat and mouse with his sweetest chest. You're right, Davis. He was in the wagon all the time. You heard me. Every word. You're dead right. I am Kennard. I'm taking that gold right now. And seeing as it's too heavy to take on horseback, I'm also taking your wagon. You and your wife and daughter will be tied up and left here. Where are you going? Oh! Randy! I just skinned your knuckles that time, Davis. Tried again and a lame different. Now, unless you look forward to making a widow out of your wife, I just lift your hands while I collect your gun. That's fine and dandy. Hey, what in thunder? It's Deborah! Lance! What's the matter with you, Wellman? I told you to take care of the girl. Where'd she get that horse? I couldn't help it, Lance. Honest, I couldn't. She must have been watching from the cotton woods near the water hole. But she heard the shot. She must have seen plenty and guessed the rest. That's where the horses are. Before I got to her, she was gone. Well, you'll go get another horse and take after her. She took the fastest one. Oh, I see. That's it as you have, Kennard. Deborah's head kneesed. She'll bring help. Yeah. She's got no food, no water. She can ride for days without running into anyone. Now, Davis, if anyone's licked, it's her and you. Tie them up, Wellman. I want to get my hands on that gold. Oh, Sylvester, hey, boys, hey. Deborah! Deborah, it's you. You come back. It's yet, ma'am. More dog-gone-athletes room in the Orcan Trail. I wasn't tied up like a turkey. I'll untie you, Davis. I met this man on the trail. He's going after Kennard and Wellman. They tied us up. They took the wagon and all the money we'd gotten in the world. Let me untie these ropes, ma'am. There you are, Davis. You're free now. Yes, yes, thanks. I don't say be this. You wear them as if you brought Debbie back here and set us free and now you're going after Kennard. Yes. How long ago did he leave? It must be over three hours. Mrs. Davis, sometimes sooner pass you out or come along this way heading from Long Meadow. There'll be an Indian with them. An Indian named Toto. Tell him I've gone ahead. Indian named Toto? If you can't take those two alone, there's sudden death. Kennard's the worst gunman in the West. Thanks, but I'll take my chances. Then I'm going with you. Suit yourself, Davis, but I... Nothing. Mrs. Goddard's waiting back now. I'm going with you. Very well. Into the saddle then. Here, Silver. There'll be no left. Silver, steady. Gather your range. We're going to cover ground. Come on, Silver. Get up there first. An Indian named Toto. And that man called the White Horse Silver. Ma, he's a brave man, isn't he? Yes, Deborah. Even if he is an outlaw, he's a brave man. But Pa hasn't got any guns. That man's the only one that's armed. He hasn't got a chance, not against Kennard. Deborah, that man's no outlaw. He's the lone ranger. It was hours later. In spite of the great distance he had covered, Silver was still fresh and tireless. It was Davis' horse that was worn out. Because of this, the two men had to travel slower. Meanwhile, the posse had found Grimm. Two men were left to care for him, and the posse passed onward. Tonto met them a short distance from the Oregon Trail, and led them back. So that when Randy Davis looked back over the top of the ridge, he saw the posse coming. Look, look back. Here comes the posse. There ahead of us, Davis, is your wagon. I want you to wait here for the posse. I'm going after those men alone. You will wait for... What's that? You're going alone? Yes. Mr. your local. The posse will clean them out in no time. Davis, listen to me. Oh, there. The posse attacks. Kennard and Wellman will shoot it out. It's open country. A lot of honest men will be killed before the outlaws are caught. If I go in alone, they'll let me get close before they open fire. When they do start shooting, it's your finish. I've been against odds before. You tell the posse to wait here until it's over. Come on, somebody. Three years is sure good nerve. I wouldn't take that chance not for a million dollars. Get up. Get up. Hold on. Rain up. Hold on, fellas. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. All right, I'll see him. Come. Who is that�리, who gives me the willies. He's got his hands on the sides and he's walking on his horse. Yeah, I see him. Should I shoot, pick him on. No, don't ever mind the rifle. Let him come. He's alone. All right, mister. That's close enough. I said that's enough. Stand there. Nobody takes glance. Cannards. Nobody. What have they been caught up? Look at his eyes behind that mask. Drop that gun, Wellman. Drop it. Don't come any closer, Mr. I'm warning you. Canard, you're a gunfighter. You're a bully and a coward. I'm calling you, Canard. Nobody. Nobody can talk to me like that. I'm talking to you like that. I'm calling you, Canard. Reach for your guns. I'll kill you. Reach for your guns. You can't bluff me. All right, I will drop you. Oh, my hand, my hand. The only thing that's hurt is your pride. What about you, Wellman? No, no. I got my hands up high, mister. You shot the gun right out of Lance's fist. I'm coming peaceable. All right, Wellman. Hey! Come and get them! Mr. I've never seen anything like it. You sure made Canard eat humble pie? You'll see as they get to jail. Sling a rope around those ombrers, boy. Hey, Masabi. Hossie, lead men to take counter-gram. Him and get better. Good. And our work here is done, Tutto. It's time for us to travel. Get him up, scoundrel! Come on, Silver! Who was that masked, yet? He beat me to the trill, and nobody ever did that before. You sure did, Canard. He shoved your reputation right down your throat. Captured the two of your single hands. Well, who was he? You might as well know now as later, Canard. Because nobody in the West can stand up against him, Canard. Not even you. Well, don't go on my hide. It looks like we get to work on after all. I've just heard it's a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated.