 for the speed of light, the cloud of dust, and the hearty high old silver, the Lone Ranger. The Indian companion, Tonto, the Lone Ranger fought crime and criminals throughout the western United States. But he did more than bring law and order to a lawless frontier. The man who needed a fresh start in life could always count on the masked writer's help. And from the stories that have come down to us through the generations, we know that he was the greatest champion of justice in the history of the early West. Return with us now to those thrilling days of yesteryear. From out of the past come the thundering hoof beats of the great horse Silver. The Lone Ranger rides again. Down to the in front of the cafe at Big Pine, watched with interest while a well-dressed stranger tried to control his spirited horse. Whoa, killer. Whoa, there. Quiet down, bless you. Quiet. Whoa. Having trouble, stranger? There's some horse you got there. He ain't no concreter any. Sure has got a powerful look about him. Need some help, mister? He's all right now. I can handle him. What was it you called your horse, stranger? Killer. Why? Just wondered. Kind of a funny name for a horse, ain't it? He's earned it. Yeah? Cute somebody, did he? Yes. By the way, I'd advise you fellas to stay away from him. Get too close to him, there's likely to be trouble. I won't be responsible for anything that may happen. Hey now, mister, you take us for a bunch of green-ons? Think we don't savvy horses? Not this one you don't. Just what do you mean by that? This is a Montana horse. He doesn't like Texans. Where he comes from, he used to men who know how to ride. Texans just irritate him. Hey, that sounded to me like something plain and certain. Yes? Just what's your handle, stranger? Palmer is my name. Well, Palmer, was you insinuating us Texans ain't the horsemen they are up Montana way? I thought that was well known. Well, I'll be switched. Now look here, mister, you can't... He out of this heat. I'll handle this, smart alec. All right, mister, suppose you explain yourself. Just where'd you get a fool notion like that? So it's a fool notion, huh? Well, I can prove it. How? Montana, there are a half dozen men who can ride killer here. Well, I've been in Texas almost six months and still haven't found anybody who can stay on top of them. What more proof do you want? You ain't found nobody to ride this horse? That's what I said, isn't it? By a Sunday you got any objection to me trying? Don't be a fool, man, he'll cripple you. Stand aside. But I tell you, this horse... So a little objection can ride the Twitter, huh? Well, I'm going to make eat them words right now. That's talking, Sheriff. Show him you don't know what he's talking about. Ride that horse into the ground for him. Go ahead, Sheriff. Show him what riding really is. You bet I will. I'm warning you. Save your warnings for them as needs are. Stand still, you maverick. Here goes. It's the horse before the sheriff's trample. Hey, look at him rear up to get at him with his horse. Catch him. Hold on to him. He's a killer for sure. Hey, Sheriff, you get hurt? Give me a hand, will you? Up with you. I'm sorry about this, Sheriff. But I tried to warn you. To blaze with your warning. I was through, but I'm still here to say that kidder can be rude. Even if I ain't a fella to do it. I ain't the best horseman around here and I never claimed to be. There's others that'll ride him even if I came. Anybody can talk big when he doesn't mean to back it up. Huh? Who's your best rider in this distance? Is it the best rider? Why, uh, let me see. If you're looking for the best bronc buster around here, that's him coming this way right now. 500 years. Bill Steadman. Bill, hi there, Bill. Well, me, Sheriff? Come here. Well, what's up? Bill, here's a number that says Texans can't ride. I'm admitting this year a horse a year just now proved me. But I maintain and that don't prove nothing. Now, how's about it? You think you can do it? I'd be willing to try. Then climb into the saddle and show him. Sure, I'll ride it. Well? This isn't strictly fair. In the first place, my horse has carried me a long ways today. He's tired. In the second place, he's already thrown one of you. Of course he can be ridden if you're going to have one man after another try it until one of you stays on. Any horse will weaken in time. And what's your notion of what's fair? How about postponing this until, uh, tomorrow sometime? Say, tomorrow afternoon. That all right with you, Bill? Sure. Why not? And, uh, how about making this interesting? In Montana, we're always willing to back up our opinions. Me then just walk. I've got a thousand dollars. It isn't doing anything just now. I'll wager all of it or any part of it that you care to cover on my horse. But of course, if you haven't the courage of your conviction... Oh, I'll blast you. I'll take a hundred of that myself. Oh, I see. There, do you hear that? Yeah. Mr. I reckon you're cold. Or how much? Put up your thousand and I'll guarantee every dollar of it will be covered. Good enough. And the time? Shoot yourself. Any time you name is all right with us. Right now, you say so. Very well. I've got some business to attend to, so the later in the day, the better. How about, uh, five in the afternoon? Bill can make it. It's all right with me. I can be there. I suppose there'll be quite a crowd on hand award. Just everybody in town, mister. Then how about holding this contest on those flats I noticed just south of town? Any objection? Well, that's the breeze I was going to suggest myself. I won't insist this man here has to make the ride. You're free to choose anyone you wish. If he's thrown, I win. If he rides killer, you win. There's no second chance for either side. Fair enough. By tonight, mister, I'll have you bet covered. And by tomorrow night, you're going to know there's at least one jet in Texas your horse came through. Word of the coming contest circulated throughout town, and the townspeople talked of nothing else. Fonto rode into Big Pine to purchase supplies, heard the news, and repeated it to his white friend when he returned that night to their well-hidden camp. You got to look at this fellow who calls himself Palma Tender. Uh, me get good look. He's the same fellow who went under the name of Ridgeway at Center Springs, eh? Not right. Then he must also be the same fellow who called himself Taylor that time over in New Mexico. Not right. I've been thinking back over those stories we heard Kimosabi, and I'm glad we're here for the contest. Why glad? I've got an idea that Palma, or whatever his name is, is up to something more than winning bets. He does the same thing wherever he goes. It's easy to get men into arguments about horses and their ability to ride them, and it's easy to mention bets and arrange a contest. Not right. What I've heard, Palma doesn't always win. He lost that time in New Mexico. But him win other times. Maybe he wins more often than he loses, I couldn't say. But I do know one thing. What that? Every time he stage one of these contests, there's been a hold-up in town. Me not know that. And it didn't occur to me until I started thinking back. It's true, however. Why couldn't Palma arrange these contests, not so much to win any bets that might be made, but to get everyone out of town to watch the contest? Oh, that'd be plenty smart. Yeah, that's what he does. Of course those hold-ups may have been just coincidence, but I doubt it. A hold-up every place he holds a contest is too much to blame on luck. And the fact that he changes his name each time makes it look as though he doesn't want to be traced. He always seems to travel alone, but that doesn't prove anything. He'd naturally not allow himself to be seen with the fellows who perform the actual robberies. That way no one would ever think of connecting him up with a robbery unless they knew what had happened at the other places where he'd been. He's always careful to keep these contests space far enough apart, so there's little danger of that. You tell all? If the sheriff wouldn't believe me, I'd just be wasting my time. And if he did believe me, he'd simply call off the contest and tell Palmer to get out of town. After all, there's no proof against the fellow? Not right. No, he must have a will say nothing. But if Palmer is a crook, we'll attend to him ourselves. The following morning, the cafe was crowded with townsmen and men from the range who had come to town to witness the contest. A lone ranger without his mask but wearing a disguise circulated among them. Keeping watch on Palmer, it was a center of interest. You really think your horse can't be rolled, mister? You sure made a mistake when you bet against Bill Steadman. I've made my bet. I think that speaks plainly enough for the way I feel. You'll be feeling a heap different tonight. Howdy, Palmer. Oh, hello, Sheriff. Your horse feeling frisky today? He's all right. Too doggone bad for you that you didn't ask some questions around before you put up your cash for free and easy. If you'd known a little more about Bill Steadman, maybe you wouldn't have wanted to bet. Yes. Bill ain't only the best rider around Big Pine, he's one of the very best in the whole state. He's won more top owners at rodeos round and about, and you can cheat and stick at. That's interesting. Thought you'd find it, sir. Nevertheless, I'm not backing out. Maybe Killer can be ridden by one of your men. I still doubt it, however. And even if I were convinced that he could be, the bet would stand. I don't renege. Why don't either do we? I said, what the hell? Bill Steadman's been hurt. What's that you said? Come on outside. Stead just came in and some bum nearly walked in front of it. Bill twisted his back, throwing the fellow out of the way. Bill's right outside now. Well, I'll be blasted. Come on, man. If Bill's hurt, that goes $1,000. There ain't no rider around here half as good as Bill is. Sir, if he can't ride, we might just as well give up. Wouldn't that just be our luck? Wonder how bad hurt Bill is. There he is. Bill, didn't we get this straight? Did you go and hurt your back so you can't ride? Reckon I did, Sheriff. Back aches to beatin' glory. Have you sat in here till the dark can come? How in blazing did it happen? Uh, I guess it was my fault, Sheriff. Ah, who are you? Limp is what they call me, Sheriff. Hobo, huh? Oh, I ain't no hobo. You got a job? No. You got cash? I'm flat broke just now, but I'm looking for... If you were broke and he ain't got a job, then what do you call yourself? He ain't a bum. And just call us Bill who is fool enough to try to save your worthless hide. We're going to be out $1,000. Oh, please. My thunder ought to help you. But... Oh, Sheriff, not who it is for. Shucks, he couldn't help it, none. And I couldn't just stand by and watch him get run over. Why in blazing did you get in front of the Steve? Hey, it was my leg, Sheriff. Huh? Well, it goes bad on me every once in a while. That's why they call me Limpie. And, well, it's why I ain't been able to get regular work. I'm sure you had to choose a time like this for your fooling to go bad on you again, huh? But on a slightly... Well, there goes the contest. We might just as well call the whole thing over. Which is just what I expected. Huh? I had you sized up as a bunch of cheap sports when I first came here. That's why you... Because I remember when the bet was made, nothing was said about any one particular person making a ride. I told you you could choose anyone you wished. Even if a man you chose is injured, I don't see why the bet should be called off. Who said it was? You just now suggested that... This is where when a Texan makes a bargain, he keeps it. Later, one of us said we wanted to crawl out of it. We'll go through with it even if we do have to lose. Sure. Well, what do you want? I can ride. I'm a real good rider. You? You call yourself a horseman? I'm real good. Honest, I can... Sellers! Look at what things he can ride a mean horse. Look at him. He can't hardly stand up. But he figures we ought to risk our thousand dollars on him. But please, if you just give me a chance to show you, if I could make up for what I'd done, you said all this was my fault. And so it is. But you've done enough damage already. Then just let me... There's only one thing I'll let you do, and that's clear out of town. But... Didn't you hear me? Get going before I jail you for being a vagrant. Go on. Get going and keep going. You ain't wanted in big pine, mister. All you mean to us is bad luck. You heard the sheriff. Now clear out. And pronto. If you'd only give me a chance... You've got your chance. You better take it before we make you sorry. All right. Limpy. Mister, I didn't mean no harm. Honest, I didn't. I'm going if you want me to. You don't misunderstand me. You say you can ride? I can. I'm a real good rider. You want to prove it? I'll prove it. Sure I will if you give me a chance. Then come with me. You'll get your chance. 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. Now to continue our story. It was at noon that Palmer borrowed a horse and rode out of town. He headed west until he was sure he had not been followed. Then he left the trail and rode toward a small woods in the distance. Twenty minutes later, he drew rain in the clearing. Oh, say, buff. We would just stand out of sight till we were sure it was you boys. But we figured you ought to be coming along pretty soon. Everything's fixed. Hey. Yeah, what time's it to be? At five o'clock on the flat south of town. And you could take my word for it. There won't be a man, woman, or child in town who can leave. Shares all right. What have you got lined up for us? The office of the stage line. I understand this bullion's stored there. Waiting for a special stage to leave tomorrow. We'll clean up plenty on this. The stage office, huh? That's just fine. At five o'clock, we take over. And now then I'll have to be getting back. Boys, when we leave Big Pine, this will be one town that's stripped clean. In the meantime, at the camp of the Lone Ranger in Tonto, not far distant, Limpie rained in Scout. Oh, Scout, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Limpie, you weren't just boasting. You can ride. Him ride, he go. Yeah, I should be able to. I've worked around horses all my life. Scout has never permitted anybody to ride him before, unless Tonto has said it was all right. Well, I don't mind it, and mitten he put up the best tussle ever had with a horse, too. And if you'd asked me to ride that white horse of yours there, well, I ain't so sure about what I'd have had to back out. How does it happen that a man who can ride like you do can't hold a job? Maybe, you see, friend, it was a horse trampling me that gave me him a bad leg. No? My home's over near the Brazos, at least the way it was. Had me place him on over there, raised and sold nothing but horses, and had a lot of tough luck and lost it. I don't like that nickname of yours. Limpie? Yes, what's your real name? Sam Bowers, friend. And so the nickname, well, I don't care so much for it myself, but don't do no good to get mad about things like that. Well, we'll call you Sam. Thanks. You think you could ride that horse? Say, you sure don't think he's the equalest scout here, do you? I know he's nuts. Then you just bet I can ride him, and without half trying, neither. Then you will. Huh? With the sheriffs that I have. I know what the sheriffs said, but that doesn't matter. Sam, you're not only going to ride that horse and win their bet for the town's people, you're going to help catch some crooks as well. When Palmer had said that every man, woman, and child would be on hand for the contest that afternoon, he'd not been exaggerating. By hinting that Texans were not the equal of other Westerners in horsemanship, Palmer had aroused the indignation of every resident of Big Pine and the surrounding countryside. Victory became to them a matter of personal pride. Long before five o'clock, they began making their way to the flats when the contest was to be held. And when the time approached, the place was crowded. Chef, where's the chef? Here I am. What do you want? You holding mistakes? Who I am, any objection? None at all. I just wanted to clearly understood that I expect to be paid off as soon as your man has been thrown. You will be, mister, if he's thrown. Only don't be too dog-gone sure about that ahead of time. Maybe you'll get surprised. Steadman isn't riding, is he? Nope, but we got the next best one. Where is he? It's almost five now. I want this runoff exactly on time. He's right over there by your home. Come along, I'll introduce you to him. Lead the way. It's Judd. Yeah, this here's Palmer. He owns this horse you're going to ride. Palmer, meet up with Judd Tabbitts. Howdy. How do you do? Think you can ride killer, huh? Suppose we get down to business. You can tell a heap better when I make my try than you can for many talker do. Perhaps you're right. But according to my watch, it's just five. Ready, are you? Yes, sir. I'm going to go to the bar. I'm going to go to the bar. I'm going to go to the bar. Ready, are you? Just as ready as I'll ever be. Let's get at it. I'll hold killer while you're mounting. That's the only way you'd ever get in the saddle. And, uh... Yeah? Well, all I wanted to say is that you're doing this at your own risk. I don't expect to be held responsible of your injury. Mr. Don't you trouble to worry about me, none at all. Just grab that horse, hold on till I'm in the saddle, then get out of the way. Cause the fur, sure, be flying. Stand back, folks. Make room so you won't be hurt. Judge ready to ride. Get way back, everybody. That's right. Now stay like that and don't get in the way. All right, Judge, you can get me that on this. What's that? Well, I'll be switched. It's a mask, man. A crook. Stand back. Make way for him. He's coming right here. Who's that in the saddle with him? Well, that hobo. I told him to leave town. Hey, rain up there. I'll make your hand cross. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. He'll do nothing. I'm the law here. This man's going to ride Palmer's horse. Sam, get out of the saddle. Yes, your thing. Hey, what play? Sheriff, listen to me. This man can ride Palmer's horse. I'll guarantee it. He'll ride the horse and win your wages for you. Why is it under you raise your hands like it was told? Where do you think you'll get off with any such nonsense? I'm not raising my hand. And don't slap brother. That's wrong. You want to move toward your looser again and I shoot. Is that clear? You got me covered, but you ain't going to get away with it. I think I am. Hold on. Sheriff, I protest this. This fellow rides killer, the bets are off. Yesterday you were the first one to say the bet stood. When Steadman was injured, Palmer, the bets still stand. No matter who tries to ride your horse. How about it, Sheriff? Oh, look here. The masked man is right that much anyhow. You ain't going to get out of this, Palmer, no matter who rides your horse. I can't stop this fellow from trying it, so I don't intend to lose out if he can stick in the saddle. But, Sheriff, arguments. You ready, Sam? Anytime you say. Then hold the horse for him, Palmer. You do as I say. I'll do it. I still protest this. Hold still, boy. Steady, fellow. Steady. Into the saddle, Sam. I'm set. Let him loose. Right. But while Big Pine was almost deserted, Palmer's two Confederates, Buff and Osage, rained up before the office of the stage line. This mounted and walked up the steps to the door. We'll make this quick, get the bullion, then make tracks. Right. If we don't go for your gun till I do. Uh-huh. Afternoon, James. Afternoon. Didn't figure anybody to be calling here with all the doons outside town. What can I do for you? All alone here, are you? Yeah. Hence, stick up your hands. I don't get no fool notions, or we'll have to drill you. And what the? Reach. This is our holdup. Crooked. Right. What we're after is that bullion you got stored here. Don't waste time trying to tell us we ain't none cause we know better. It's in that safe right behind you. Now get it out. You'll blast it. And keep your mouth closed. The law will get you for this. You can't rob the stage line and get away with it. Come on, open that safe. Quick. All right. All right. And remember, we're watching you every second. You make the mistake of trying to... What does that? Church, at least you get that gold and get it in the hurry. We're clearing out of here. Steered wildly, Sam Bowers stuck to the saddle of Palmer's heart. But the same shots that Palmer's confederates heard in town could be heard out on the flat. At the sound, the masked man shot it. That's Tato. Can you gather the horse, Sam? I'm his boss and he knows it. Then ride for town, Palmy. Get up there, Palmy. Get up. With the sheriff and Palmer in the lead, the angry townspeople thinking they had been tricked followed in pursuit of the masked man and his companion. They thundered into town and down the main street toward the stage office. But as they kept the masked man in sight, they saw something that surprised them. The Lone Ranger and Sam were joined by an Indian and the three raced on until they overtook two madly spurring strangers. Then they heard the sound of firing. What the thunders going on? Play to some kind. They made their mother too full of stuff. Come on, now's your chance. We'll catch up to them before they can get started again. Don't look to me as though they're even trying to get away. Looks just as though they were waiting for her. Hold the guns on them first two jets to the sides. What in pleasant is this all about? We'll learn soon. Find out. Stay where you are. We got you. You try to get away and we let you have it. We're waiting for you, Sheriff. Rain up, fellas. We'll keep these off. They're coming for you. These are the men you want to arrest, Sheriff. They just held up and robbed the office of the stage company. You'll find the gold bullion they stole and their saddlebags. But look here, string here. Now they're here fired those shots. You heard a few minutes back. Those shots were a signal we'd been waiting for. It meant these fellas were carrying out the holdup they had planned. Palmer won move an eye fire. You can't. Who do you pick it on him for? He's the man who planned the holdup. Are you a loadout? Are you a night quiet? Sheriff, we knew there'd be a holdup because everywhere Palmer promoted one of these riding contests, there was a holdup in town at the same time. You doubt that? I'll give you the names of half a dozen towns where you can check. And in each one of those towns, Palmer went by a different name. That's not so. Don't believe what he's saying. He's just trying to trick you. No games that, Palmer. These fellas don't talk. It won't take the Sheriff long to investigate and learn the truth. Stay right where you are, Palmer. I reckon we can get at the truth right now. You fellas. What? You're caught dead to rights. Now, do you want to tell the truth about this? Or do you want me to turn you over to these fellas here to deal with the any way they want? We ought to string them up. Allegean parties. That's what they got coming. No, no, no, no, no. You've got to give us a trial. It was Palmer planned to show you. We was working with you, man. Give us a fair trial and we'll testify to the whole thing. You dirty squiller! Hold on to him, man. I got him. He makes a great prayer down to Trillium. Take him over to the calibou and lock him up. There's something else to it, Sheriff. Well, what's that? Sam here has told me his story. He hasn't been able to get work because no one would let him prove he could handle the real job. I think after the ride he gave Palmer's force today, he proved plenty. Besides winning your bets for him. That was as fine a piece of riding, Mr. As I ever seen. Do you think maybe somebody'd give me a job, Sheriff? I'd work real hard. You got a job, Sam, with me. You're hired right now. Get your horse and saddle and come out to my place. But I ain't got a horse. I had to sell it a while back. You ain't got a horse? What's the matter with the one you were riding? But this belongs to Palmer. And where he'll be from now on, he won't have no more use for a horse than I'd have for a plug hat. Sam, that horse is yours. And I'm apologizing for the things I said to you yesterday in town. Gosh. I've just heard of the copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated.