 a fiery horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust and a honey-high old silver, the lone ranger. With his faithful Indian companion, Tottle, the daring and resourceful mass writer of the planes 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. A lot of the past come upon the ring of this beast of a great war silver. The lone ranger rides again, won't kill her. But she'll be cut off. A tough question, owner of the cafe in Woodstock died. His wife Liz stepped into issues and took over it. She not only ran the cafe, but lost the gang of gun slicks who had worked secretly for Chuck. The men readily allowed Liz to take over as their leader, because she was in a position to get a line on good jobs. Her cafe was a good cover for their activities, and who ran to safe hideout right near the town. One day in her office in back of the cafe, Liz was talking to two of the men. A tough killer named Savage and a younger man named Bill. Now look, since Chuck died, I've been hit at the gang. And you have to admit I've done a good job of it. I'm sure you have, Liz. Here we've all made dough working with you, Liz. Glad to hear you say so. And Savage, there's going to be another job tomorrow. So get the gang together. Tell them I'll meet them at Moraine's tonight. Sure, Liz. What's the job you have to get lined up? One that'll be a scheme. There's a polo coming from Papers on the stage tomorrow. But it won't be in the strong boss up on the beach. How they can? The special deputy is going to ride in the coach and bring it in his luggage bag. Now I want you to get that bag and bring it here to me. How did you find out about it, Liz? I was over in Papers the day before yesterday, remember? Yeah, that's right. Well, I got to be friends with that fellow, the special deputy. He said he was making a trip here to Woodstock and asked if he could call on me. I guess he decided I was a nice, wealthy widow worth calling on. You sure didn't feel like that, did you? Yeah. The thing confided to me that I was the only one he told about why he was coming here. So wait a minute. If you're the only one he told, we're robbing the payroll. You'll maybe remember about telling you that. Yeah, I thought of that. So that's the reason you're to see he don't live to do any talking. You mean you want him killed? That's the general idea again. I haven't been with a gang long, Liz. And I didn't know you went in for kids. Yet you scream at him. I don't like it. Fact is, you can consider I'm quitting the gang as of now. I'll go out the ranch, punch off and get my stuff in a headshot. Bill, I don't reckon you know what you're saying. Oh, yes, I do. That's the way it is, and I'm not going to change my mind. Maybe you don't know that nobody quits my gang. Well, then I'll be the first. That's all I got to say, Liz. Nice knowing you. Hold it, Paddy. Let him go. Liz, you heard about the plans to hold up the stage. Yeah, and that means he's liable to stick your head in the news as well as mine. Now, that ought to tell you what to do, Paddy. You mean... He said he was going out to the ranch right now. You follow in and put a bullet in it. You know, hey, it's really good to like you at Umbrella, isn't it? Look, you do what I tell you. How's that going? You, Liz? Yes, you see, you're the boss. I'll get back and look into how I'm going to go. That same morning in the hills near Woodstock, the long-winged uran tautle were preparing to leave their temporary camp. The horses had been saddled and the two men were talking as they threw away their gear. The outlaw gang were hunting. Must be hiding here at Woodstock Tautle? Uh, there were many hold-ups and murderers during past year. They all happened down this way. The last job they pulled was to hold up at Liz Creston's cafe in Woodstock a week ago. Is that right? Yeah, I used to think her husband, Chuck, was hiding with Cooks since he's dead and their place was robbed by... Then, say, Liz Creston, make plenty hot talk to Sheriff. She blamed him for not finding out Laws. Chuck, not on trail. Go see about it. Easy. In a few minutes, the masked man is in the enland with a bend to the trail and the tall man lying on the ground. Look, fellow lying on the ground, keep us happy. No one must have ambushed him. Easy, easy, easy. Shot in the back. In the dead? Quit the gang. He killed Deputy. He's John Tutto. Ah. Him, he just climbed a quit gang. Mentioned special deputy. He must have been with the Oslo gang, but if he was shot by a deputy, the man who shot him wouldn't leave. That's right, Jim Asabi. We'll bury him, Tutto, and we'll ride toward town. Maybe we can find out something there. Later, the lone ranger and tautle go to the edge of town. The masked man waited while his Indian companion would start to try to get the news. Papa would stand in the back of the café when the cellist landed. Hey, Joe. Is Liz Tristan back in the office? I reckon he is, Sheriff. You want to see him, Sheriff? Oh, hello, Liz. I was just coming out of the office when I heard you asking for me. What's on your mind? Say, a compo from the bar she spread just brought in the horse he found grazing out along the trail. It's the role that young fellow who was working for her was using. You mean Bill Kittman's role? Well, I reckon that's his name. I understand something must have happened to Bill then. He was on the way to my ranch with a message to the cowhands. Oh, I see. I'll get a couple of deputies and backtrack on their own. Maybe we can find out where Bill is and what happened to him. Good, good. I'll ride along with you, Sheriff. I'm sure he could think anything can happen to Bill. He was one of my best workers. You seem like a nice enough hombre to me. I'll meet you outside in ten minutes, Landon. As the sheriff went out the front door following down the back way, the mazzi scout ruled to the groove outside of town where the lone ranger was waiting. Oh, look, a horse, a horse! Ah, ranch hand from bar she spread bringing in horse he found along the trail. It may be horse, young fellow who gets chocolate riding. The horse wasn't entirely reached the man. That's right. Sheriff talked to his festin. Him say a fellow who worked for her his name was Bill Kittman. He was ready to ride with Sheriff and deputies to backtrack on the horse. I see. We'll head back to our camp for the time being and wait there. Because of what that dying man said, I want to do some thinking. Isn't that easy? I'm the sheriff and the two deputies rolled back along the trail with Liz Cretan. Well, so far we haven't seen anything of Liz. I get a feeling somebody dragged our steam chair so I can't figure out why they stood. Hey, hold on. Yes, look there. Here's where something happened like where a horse might have thrown somebody. For a few minutes, the sheriff studied the ground thoroughly. Then he spoke. There's marks of two horses coming down trail and stopping here. There's two sets of footprints. Those footprints lead back into the sagebrush over there. Let's follow him. Carefully studying the ground, the sheriff finally came to the spot where the lone reindeer and turtle had made a shallow grave for Bill. Oh, that's right. Looks like somebody made a grave here. Yeah, they even had the mill to put up a little wooden cross over there. Let's get to work, fellas. The telephone with men finally uncovered a body. Yeah. Bill, all right. Whoever did this is going to pay for it. Yep, he sure will, Liz. Might as well fill in the grave again. Let's get going. After leaping the grave, the sheriff stood up and spoke. Yeah, that's done. Well, fellas, we'll go out to the trail and try to pick up the crash of the two men who brought Bill here. Come on. The train left by the lone reindeer and the turtle lifted the global trees on the edge of town. When the sheriff and the others reached the grove, they stopped in puzzlement. Oh, oh, oh. Looks like one of them waited here while the other went on into town. Yeah, look this, yes. Tracks coming back to the grove from town. Then a trail of two horses searching off to the left and heading back to the hills. Oh, Sunday, he's right. No judge might as good a ring sign. All right, let's go. We'll keep on that trail until we pass the armory or murder poor Bill Pittman. Get out there. When they passed and the lone reindeer and the turtle at their camp had finished lunch, the last man had done a lot of thinking and finally he spoke his thoughts to the Indian. That fellow we found dying spoke of trying to leave a gang that you heard in town that he worked for Liz Creston. That's right. Her tell sheriff he sent young fellow to her ranch to admit it at this moment. Strange. They were working for Liz. How could he be with Bill? Good morning. Somebody must be approaching the camp. I just got ready. Look, there's Sheriff. He might have got it. Get close to the camp. Make your mistake, Sheriff. Don't be like the ones you don't do like I said. Move it over here. Two more cars go down to get us out of here. They might. We'll see them now. That fellow's coming. All right, Sheriff. We've got their gun. All right, everybody. We're here. We're not outlawing. We're not outlawing. We're not. And I suppose you're denied killing and burying Bill Pickman, too. We didn't kill him. We heard a shot and then found him lying on the trail. Well, was he dead when you found him? He died a moment after we got there. The only decent thing to do was to bury him. Hmph. For my money, Sheriff, I'd say we found Bill's killers. I'm sure he's lying when he says they didn't shoot him. What I told you was the truth. Who'd believe a masked owl would like you, mister? Bill was one of my best friends. Boat in town and at my ranch. For his sake, I want to see justice done. That's all right. He's just Bill Pickman, very busy, all this. I can't see even knows my name. Well, to answer your question, Bill wasn't one to quibble about working hours. He was always around when I wanted him. I see. Enough of this, Gavin. We're taking you and that Indian into jail. And by Sunday, you'll hang from murder. The curtain falls on the first act of our long-ranger adventure. Before the next exciting scene, please permit us to pause for just a few moments. All to continue. It was a tense moment as the long-ranger and toddlers were faking the sheriff who, with Liz and the two deputies, were still mounted. The four horses are drawn together in a group. The sheriff spoke. Go get their horses over there and bring them here. I know that they're still saddles. When he brings those horses, pull up your mouth and ride out to the train in front of us. Just as you say. The deputies stop Silver and Scout just alongside the long-ranger and Toddle. As he got the reins and started forward to join the others, the long-ranger whistled sharply and the great horse Silver suddenly leaps forward, slamming against the deputies' horse and swinging around in front of the long-ranger. And that split second, the masked man quickly reached down and grabbed his gun from the ground. Then as the deputies' horse reared and bumped against the other horses, causing momentary confusion, the long-ranger and Toddle covered the group with their guns. They have their guns! As the sheriff aimed his gun, the long-ranger shot, creaking the sheriff's wrist. How old are you? As I say, rumbling about the quick-turned event, the sheriff and the others threw their guns aside. Then the long-ranger and Toddle quickly mounted and headed toward the trail of a fast jump. The guns were near quick. How'd you get them? They were alive and never saw such fast movement and such fast shooting. And now they've gone through the trees out of gun range. Here's that gun. Now that you saw them and know that you built it, let's go back and get a big party and we'll pick up their trail and make sure they don't try any more tricks to get away. Good idea, Mies. Let's get the party now. Get up there! The long-ranger and Toddle took care to cover their tracks cleverly. Then they stopped in a secluded hollow. Oh, is it? That's pretty close, he must have. Yes, I know. What do we do now? There's question with somewhat anxious when she asked if Pitman was dead when we found him. For that moment, too, she was more or less implying that we did find him already dying. But then she said, she thinks we kill her. She did change, of course. The way she said when he's dead when you found him makes me think she knew he'd been shot by the time we got to him. Then you think? Before I become deaf about what I think, Toddle, I want to investigate that ranch of hers. What do you mean, him speak of special deputy? What Liz said, I'd say Bill Pitman didn't have time to do anything more than work for her. No, no, no. Maybe she has something to do with Outlaw Gang. That could be. That's what we're going to find out. All right, let's go. Let's go! It was early afternoon when the long-ranger and Toddle leading their horses in a hidden spot nearby went on foot to look around at Liz Creston's ranch. They moved cautiously and soon managed to reach the bunkhouse without being seen by anyone. As they crossed under the bunkhouse window they heard voices inside. Well, I noticed you put some of Bill's stuff with your own. Why'd you do that, Stanley? Good to have him. I know he won't be with us any longer. What makes you think that? I get my reasons. Why didn't you see him last? Before I let Liz off, I'd come out here and tell you about that special deputy who's coming on the stage tomorrow. Well, Emily is too long already. Well, I'll see you later. Come on, come on. Toddle, that man's been here for hours and couldn't know about Bill's death. Yet he knows that he isn't coming back here. You must speak of special deputy coming on the stage tomorrow. I heard that too. Well, I'm following the pal. The pal with Liz and his two deputies returned to town. Liz entered the cafe and went to her office. A little later, a savage came in. Well, Savage, where have you been keeping yourself all this time? Out of the ranch. I didn't have lunch with a boy there after I told him about the gang reading the stage tomorrow. Well, I settled the score with Bill like you told me to, Liz. Yeah, yeah, I know. But how come two hombres got to him even before he died? How do you know that? A cowboy brought in Bill's horse. He was a deputy. They found a grave where the two hombres buried Bill. Later, we surprised them in their camp, but they got away. They shot him as he went over to rise in the trail. And as they were going to ride on and make sure I heard the horses coming so I beat them before they could see me. What do they look like, Liz? A masked hombre riding a white saloon in an Indian who had a pink. That sounds like a couple of hours of hooch, huh? Well, that looks good as they got to blame, right? Yeah. The staff is getting a big party right now to go trail them again. Now, Savage, here's a pencil and paper. I'll draw them there, so I'll just have to go after that stage tomorrow to get that table. No one who lives in Savage followed Savage into the cafe and had gone unobserved to a small table near the office door. The door had fallen ajar slightly, so that fortunately, Todd would overheard what was being said. He quietly left the cafe and left the Lone Ranger at a prearranged spot along the trees behind the cafe. After hearing what Todd would have learned, the Lone Ranger spoke. There's Creston who's behind Bill Pittman's death. He must be the leader of the Oslo game. We've come to find him. I want you to send a telegram to our friend Marshall Jones in Pecos. I'll write it down for you. For a few moments, the Lone Ranger rose on a piece of paper which he had taken from his pocket. Marshall Jones took the Oslo game and the Rob stage to get him off. It was very mention of special deputies. He telegraphed Sheriff at Woodstock at once to identify me to him. Didn't take long to get the reply, Tunnel. Make me the telegraph office until you see the telegram delivered to the sheriff and go bring him here to me. Let me do that. Let me go right now. Good. Some time later, as with Sheriff was just about to leave his office, a man came and knew the telegram. Well, Jim, I reckon the posse is ready to ride now. Yeah, they're waiting, Sheriff. Sheriff, I got a telegram for you. Telegram, well, well, give it here. Here it is. Let's see him. Sheriff Tate Woodstock will give word, gang, and your vicinity plan to Rob stage tomorrow. A masked man, riding white, standing accompanied by an Indian, will contact you. They are to be trusted and can lead you to gang. Marshal Jones, take it. Dog, don't, did you hear that, guest? Yes, those are the two hombres we're getting ready to trade. Yeah, but it looks like we made a mistake, like the masked man said. Now, how uncunder am I supposed to go by? Hey, look, the Indian. You got message from Marshal Jones? Yes, but if he says you and that masked hombre, you're all right, it must be told. Now, take me to him. I gotta see him right away. Come on, Jed. A few minutes later, Tate led the sheriff and deputy to the grove behind the cafe who was waiting. Hello, sir. Sorry about your risk. Sorry, mister. The Indian told me who you are. I'm the one that should be sorry. Well, let's forget it. Sure, we know who killed Bill Pittman. We few certainly know the leader of the alpinode gang that's been operating around here. Great thing. Sure, there'll be no question of proof. I have a time to fix them. Now, here's what I think. About half an hour passed and the lone ranger put his plan to effect. Meanwhile, Savage was still in the office with Liz Creston talking over the plans for the next day. Now, we've got everything straight, Savage. Yes. You'll leave the place and afterwards come right back here to me and the others go back to the range. All right, man. Good luck. As he walked slowly into the office, the lone ranger left the back door slightly at jar. What do you want here? I want to join your gang, Liz. Well, of course. Well, listen to that. I don't know what you're talking about. Yes, you do. You could use a good gun-finger. The things I need to be sure I wouldn't talk out of turn. What do you mean by that? Yes. What do you mean, Mr? I told you Pittman wasn't dead yet when we got to him. Well, what about it? He talked before he died. He knows since he wasn't dead yet and still conscious. He was in the position to see who shot him. You made me so many before. Shut up, Betty! Look, do I get to join your gang or not? You better let him join Liz to be safer if he was one of us. So, Bill Pittman told you it was our gang, huh? The thriller got what he deserved. We give lead to quitters, Mr. What's more, Pittman wasn't much as an outlaw, anyway. On the bank job we pulled here a month ago. He was shaking in his boots. And you said tough Andre's working with the gang. If necessary, we plug in Andre who tries to get in our way, like the guard on the leaping stage a while back. So, you see, Mr. if you do join... Mr. Sheriff, I'm hit! Don't shoot, Mr. Sheriff! Sheriff, be careful that's this Andre. He tried to hold us up and we know he killed Pittman. Shut up, Liz. Me and my men heard all it was said. We were standing just outside the partly open door. Now, look at here, Sheriff. We had a party out to your ass to get the rest of the gang. Hold on. You mean just because I'd sung this man's Andre along with a lot of talk stolen for time? I'd believe everything I heard. But what I didn't hear, I could take his word for it, Liz. I think you and your men have things under control, Sheriff. Hey, James, I really hate to take this. The party got all the others and they're bringing them in. Good. They all think Liz did some squealing and they talked plenty. That's fine, fine. I'll leave it to you now. I don't have to worry about it any longer. All right, let's go. Sheriff, I don't study all this at all. There's a man, Salud, who can walk right away, without you even... That's one Andre that no ordinary cooks like you ever have. What? Smiles they might be. He always goes in one better. And rinses the rest of more sneak and killers and cooks than all the lawmen around here do. You see? He's the lone ranger. This is a feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated. Created by George W. Fendle. Produced by Fendle Camel Enterprises. Directed by Charles D. Livingston. And edited by Brandon Stryker. The part of the Lone Ranger...