 It works with the speed of light across the grass and the hockey-hio silver, the Lone Ranger. With his faithful Indian companion totals, the daring and resourceful Masked Rider 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 hoofbeast of the Great War Silver, the Lone Ranger ride-win. Oh till there, let's go become, oh till there, hey! Tuttle was in Tom Blackwood's general store in Bettenville. As the general proprietor figured out the cost of the provisions which he had stacked on the counter for the Indian, the door opened. The man who entered wore no badge, but he could be identified as a manhunter as easily as a bloodhound. Lean and grizzled, he had dimmed with eyes and the mouth that looked like a nice slit in a piece of leather. Tom Blackwood put his pencil behind his ear and greeted him. Howdy, Chef. Still looking for this later game? Very lovely of the way. He's been looking for those killers since he broke here in Colorado. Renningin, your bill is $16.10. Ah, I'm here for your money. $20 gold piece, huh? It rings through. Maybe it does. But he don't. It seems her couples have a double ego. Oh, why you ask? And she knows Lauren Cowherty. Oh, let him alone, Chef. Lots of Indians have money these days. Yeah, maybe so. But what about those provisions there? That's the kind of stuff white men eat. What's more, he didn't buy me tobacco like an honest Indian would. Well, I mean, not smoke. Where are you taking those bidders? Well, I talk up a lot of food and drinks. Now, see here, Chef. You can't fully rag a customer of mine just because he's a red skinned. He's got his rights. In his awards of the government. If you arrest him for not answering questions, I'll report you to the United States Office. Oh, you will, eh? Blackwood, you're the first fellow who ever put it into my business. He said it took office 20 years ago. I know my job. I get mine in whether they're cream robbers, or basic tramps, road agents, or red skins. You didn't get Lord Jack? I'm still after that woman. He's still laughing at you. Tin star. Blackwood, you listen. Well, remember that. Thought he was going to plug me. Oh, me? Sorry. It caused me trouble. Oh, you're not to blame, Indian. We're both here to be on guard. Jim Niles never forgets nor forgives. He's got ice water in his veins and a jail-door padlock for a heart. Oh, me, too. They say he was so strict of whom that his motherless daughter ran away when she was only 12. Still, I have to admit that as far as catching and killing our old schools, he's the top-notch sheriff. It's going to be perfect if he gets Lord Jack. Oh, Lord Jack's honor. The stage robber who worked his county seven years back, he always wore a mask and got his name from the lordly way he acted. Every job he'd send a sheriff a note, giving him and calling him Tin Star. Oh, now we see why you make a mask. I shouldn't call him Tin Star, knowing it was like sticking a knife in an old room, but he had me right. Uh, what do you think happened to Lord Jack? Like he's dead, but he could be living peaceably right here in town. I would know him and I was a witness to the rightful of him. When that happened? I minded Jack's date because it was then I first saw Bentonville. June 20th, 1870 it was. That day I was on the stagecoach bound to River City by way of Bentonville. The only other passengers were two women, a dance hallkeeper called Madame Stain, and a girl who said her name was May. About 25 miles west of here, the old country began to foul-toed a lot of rocks. Lady, we've hit a rough stretch of trail. Better hold on to something. I'm about to go and have a drive. Oh, it's been on board this week. It's working right in the wrong corner. I can't feel the pain. How do we hit another rock? Oh, it's that compounded climber. Oh, May's morning, can't you? Yes. Duck her head on the door handle. Come on, let's get her back onto her feet. Yeah. Come on, hand me your candy. In here. She madly hurt? Well, I've seen a lot of boxes scalded in my time. Oh, great, she's done one. Stick her head out the window until they drive her to hurry. Yeah, they're right. Driver, speed it up. Girls first need to doctor. That can't drive no passengers. Don't get rude. You've got to move on ahead. Yeah, help it. You've got to follow the rules. No! What kind of information is going on? There's a loading to ride along Skye. Where's the man? Oh, Skye, that's great. Tell me the sailor's not reaching for your gun. Well, they multiply since you've come down. I'm coming. They don't mind. I'll release you after all that. I have it. Thank you. The guy beats the kind that's open the door and step out. I'm sorry that I have to inconvenience you. Look here, you! We've got a girl in here that may be dying. Take my diamonds and let the driver stop this thing rolling again. Madam, I never take anything from a passenger. I'd rather expect her to carry off the welled cargo bar just under the back seat. But the young lady is injured. I don't see that she's hurt there. Look what I've rushed into River City, where there's a good road to home. The driver's running away. He's gone into the brush. Mr. Eddie, you think you can drive this outfit? I'm not even a good hand with two horses, little old suit. In that case, I'll hitch my horse behind and take the line for myself. Then, engine... Lord Jack climbed on a box when he really was. Right through Benton we went with him still wearing his mask. Of course, he will see you. Sheriff Niles and a posse took after us. We beat them to River City by a few minutes. What happened then? Earl May wasn't hurt near as much as we figured. At the time we got a doctor, the posse was in town. Lord Jack had to shoot his way up. And in the frankest, he put a slug into the sheriff's arm. He has ever been seen since. Nobody knows it or is told about it. Soon as May got well, she was very moved like him. Well, that's a strange story. Well, how may you go? How did you change? Call again if you keep out of jail. A short time later, it's time for us to rejoin the lone ranger at a camp in the nearby hills. He repeated the story of Lord Jack and told of his encounter with the sheriff. After a moment's reflection, the masked man said, Father, I plan to tell the sheriff that we had traced the magistrate and his gang into Kiowa County. It now appears that such a step would only get us into trouble with him. It's better if we work alone. Strangely, our laws left a clear trail as far as and suddenly began using every dodge known to hundred men. They'll throw us off the track. Maybe they'll find out we follow trails. That's possible. But why did they come here? They bypassed the bad lands and asked for a hideout. Let's make it look like they've got friends here. I think that's the answer. Right now, they may be staying on some ranch instead of concealing themselves like cave or shack. And what we do? We ride every trail around here, showing ourselves and letting it be known that we're after the gang. That may frighten them into running again or bring them out for a fight. Them fellas already killed ten men. Yes, I know it may cost us our lives, but they must be stopped before they spread their reign of terror all over the west. All right, get mounted. Easily. Please, take the colors. Come on, please! Here and his Indian plan put his dangerous plan into operation. A rancher who lived several miles beyond the line biting Kiowa Calvi from another Calvian state put down a newspaper he'd been reading in the kitchen of his home. He was Jill Denton, turning to his attractive young wife. He said to me, is Billy Boy asleep? Yes, dear. Why? I don't want him to hear what I'm going to say. I've been reading about the Slater gang. I knew Sam Slater in the old days when I was Lord Jack. He once visited this ranch. I don't see why that should worry you, George. The trail of murder these killers are leaving leads this way. He wouldn't dare come here. Maybe not. But I ought to send you and Billy away until they caught. Away? Where? To my father? The great Sheriff Niles? You were on your way back to him that day, he met. But they were hungry and desperate. That bump on the head saved me the shame of having him slam the door in my face. They didn't meet in Spain's friendship. Your love. Your father is still hunting for me. It isn't Spain. You were formed. You paid back everything you took for your slave night and day for years to do it. Even if Wells' father refuses to prosecute me, I'm liable to 20 years in prison on a charge of shooting your father. He'd call it wounding with intent to murder. Or it wasn't. Sometimes I almost wish that you had killed him. He never had any feelings for me. He's just a machine, a law machine. He never forgets an outlaw's face as he's seen it once. I doubt that he'd known me if we ever met again. Howdy, Lord Jack. What? Let's see him later. And his boy. He's four fingers. A man she built. Out of river kid. And flitly. All right. What do you fellas want? You've been reading the paper five days. Can't forget. Don't call me, partner. I never belong to your gang of killers or any other gang. Then maybe not. Once you had to have my help in getting rid of some Wells Fargo gold. Wells Fargo has been paid back. I'm going straight. That's all the better for us. Nobody'll think of looking for us on honor's done, Fred. You can't stay here. Ten and six shooters and five rifles say we do. Weird cowhands you hired. You savvy? Well... We're going to bring Joran Tothal camp for a night in Orange District beyond the St. Calvary line. They had crossed the unmarked boundary without knowing it. And were within a few miles of Joel Denton's spread. On the following morning they wound on again. But as they reached the club of bushes a short distance from the campsite, the masked man grew ringin'. Well, look, I don't know. Excuse me. What can I do? I don't know. What do you think? He must have been. Someone left a horse standing here last night. Ah. Ah, him get down and watch us. Long time. Their marks were unrestrivaled. The good day one of us was awake all the time. Otherwise he might have sneaked in close enough to shoot us. Maybe him one of us lost. We'll tell him and find out. Don't tell him! Let's go! A short time later the fugitive killer known as Splitlip burst into Joel Denton's bunkhouse. But the other members of the gang had pressed while he watched the trail to the ranch. Browsing them, he reported. Hey fellas, the masked man and engineer headed this way. How do you know? I found the camp and watched it all night. They pulled out this morning I saw them again. They would track and leave it. I didn't get a chance to plug them. That's all the better. We'll trap that masked fellow alive. Alive? What for? I aim to find out who he is before we kill him. Here's who we'll do. The kitten 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. Caught up by the lone ranger and cutlery, a gang of escaped convicts planned to trap them on a ranch owned by Joel Denton, a reformed stage robber. The masked man and Indian rode into a cottonwood grove and sighted the ranch building from the distance. They pulled out. But the tale of the man who stalked us last night seems to lead directly to that ranch. And what we do? We stay here with the horses. I'll scout around the place on foot. The banks of that creek over there will hide them until I reach the corral. I'll set it afloat. How soon you'll be back? I'm not back until an hour. You'll hear shots. You know I'm having trouble. And me count very fast. Adios. Adios. Meanwhile, the common slaker had anticipated that the creek would be used as an approach to the ranch building. The new splitlet had posted themselves in the blacksmith shop, the window of which commanded the view of the stream. The other outlaws lay hidden on top of a haystack close to the corral fence. As the little ranger reached a point just outside the corral fence and called up the creek bank, splitlet crushed the gang leader's arm. Okay, there he is. Yeah. We've given time to get a few yards from the creek. Then we'll fire behind him until he can't turn back. Yeah, I said the same. The haystack's the only place he can take cover, huh? Right. We'll drive him to it. We have the boys and jump him. Now they're too far. Planked by the gunman in the blacksmith's shop, the lone ranger could only break for the protector of the haystack. Bullets picked up the dust at his heat with the U.N. Dodging around the stack, he dropped a one-man tent two bullets through the shop window. With a wall of his guns drowning out all lesser sounds, the masked man failed to hear the stirrup of him. As the outlaws on top of the stack cast off the thin layer of hay which had covered them. Then Comanche Bill hit him down upon it, striking him poorly on the shoulders with booted feet. The lone ranger went down, arms outstretched, but he still clutched his twin clothes. An instant later, the powder river kid and four fingers dropped from their hiding place and pinged his arms to the ground. Slater and slip-slip ran out of the shop. Thank you. Now break his knuckles with my gun, girl. Let's go, fella. I have. I'll pull him up on his feet, and Bill can't help it. There he is, Sam. Then still sell oil drill you. What do you want with me? I'll ask a question. After I take your mask off. What's going on here? We got the masked man. After I find out who he is, you'll have a variant job to do for us. Lord Jack. That's what you think? Hey, what are these folks? The former highwayman who had appeared to be unarmed, sidestepped, jerked a .45 from inside his shirt and jammed the muzzle against Slater's back. Slater, drop your gun. Tell your killers to do the same. Are you double-crossing? Pull, catch me, pay for this. That's those guns. All right, there goes mine. Drop yours, boys. Yeah, all right. Slater, Comanche Bill and four fingers obeyed, but the Powder River kid, heedless of his leader's safety, fired twice from the hip. Both Joel Devin and Slater fell. Kid, you're shot in the balls. Taking advantage of the Powder River kid's momentary dismay, the lone ranger pivoted and rolled off his chest against his ground. As the kid toppled, the masked man scooped up his guns, which had remained on the ground. There you are. Keep your hands frozen. You're not alone. He too. Hello. These are those men who were shot. I'll watch the others. Keep looking. Oh, my darling. Why didn't you just stay in the house? And this fella only got me content. Oh. Him coming too. That's Sam Slater. And those men there belonged to his gang. But my house was... Oh, me sorry. Let him hurt and be back. Need doctor. Hello. Carry him into the house and do what you can to save his life. Then we'll tie these assholes and their horses. While I take them to the sheriff in Bettenville, you go after a doctor. Ah. Yes, get Dr. Hastings in River City. That's the nearest town. And tell Madam Spain at the dance hall that I need her help. Be savvy. It was after dark when the loon ranger headed his fallen prisoners into the main street of Bentonville. At the sight of the strange cavalcade, the ever-alert Sheriff Niles, who had been standing in front of a cafe, got into the street gunning hands. Be you police, I'm the sheriff. Pull up in the light for this heat ray. I'm the sheriff. There's a man I want to see. Both of them were huddled. Oh, oh, oh. What kind of an outfit is this? Yes. You've got a marriage door. What's this for? It helps me serve doctors. These prisoners are Sam's slave and his killers. What? His slave again. You've certainly read their descriptions. They're hundred times. Yes, Sheriff Nick and Mary's subordinates. The internations, you get them. A friend and I had trailed them for several weeks. We found them about ten miles east of River City. Sheriff, I'll tell you where we got captured. But on Joe Jack and Granted, that double-crosser used to be the road agent. They called Lord Jack. Lord Jack. I knew I'd get that high for it now. Who, sometime? As soon as I jail you, you shall pick up a deputy across the land and go after him. Sheriff, those prisoners are some of the most dangerous men alive. Do you need any help in jailing them? This year, I don't cut and kill the fellow who's doing the law on his way. I don't need help with his right-eater. I see. An hour's later, the lone ranger is in the living room of the Devin Ranch House. With him or Tatl, Mrs. Devin, Madam Spain and the doctor. You people better know right now that offices may arrive at any moment to arrest Devin. They're identifying to Sheriff Niles as a former stage robber called Lord Jack. She isn't right. Joel has squared himself. Oh, hi, dear. You're going to hear you. Where is he? He's in the kitchen. Yes, sir. That's Sheriff's. This is Denton's father. I brought May and Joel together and put them on the right road. But just let that old curmudgeon come. I've got a big surprise for him. Coming now. Doctor, we better meet him on the porch. Yes, let's do it. Who's there? Yes, sir. You're going to break me in this county estate. Oh, it's you, man, man. Then you did. He's a fellow who captured the street of gang here in Joel Denton's place. Joel Denton was chiefly responsible for the capture. He saved my life. And he was so doing was so... Hey, what if we cut him? He committed years ago. Now, let us in. All right. Hello, Sheriff. Where is he? Right in there. But he's unconscious. Now, how can you serve a warrant until he comes to you or dies? Sheriff, now? I don't like this. Deputy, you're here early for him. Yes, sir, you old sidewinder. You haven't got a thing on Joel. Oh, he's what he don't pay terms of stage. Not anymore. Read this letter I just got today. Really? Where's Fargo, Ed? I've been dealing with him on Joel's account. He's paid off every cent he took. And they promised not to prosecute him. Here's your warrant. How does it read? Then it says that on June 20th, 1870, John Doe and his Lord Jack did feloniously re-share a few miles at Guy-Walk County where I said, Sheriff, we're performing as you did. It seems to be in order. After this deputy arrest, I'll have him extradited and prosecuted to the limit of the law. Sheriff, did you ever hear it said that the quality of mercy is not strangled? No. But the law is no sin the way I enforce it. You're not human. I'm a lawman, lady. Don't you know me? Why should I? I don't pay attention to women. I'm your daughter, ma'am. I'm married to Joel. Me? Yes, I can see it now. Do I am the father of an outlaw's wife, huh? I know it won't do any good to plead with you. You're right, it won't. Let me see, Billy. Did you come to nuzzle a chance? Come on and make me a raise. One moment, I'd like to say something. He had mashed Mambo to a craze. Sheriff, you're a good lawman. You take a lot of pride in your record. You have a strong sense of duty. But can you find it in your heart the lies of your daughter and son-in-law? Perhaps even killing you, son-in-law? The law has its limits. It's now the 20th of June, 1877. On my watch, it's a minute to 12 midnight. It's the same time at eight o'clock in the corner. In your state, there's a statute of limitations on all kinds except murder. It runs out in seven years. After midnight tonight, you can't arrest Denton for a crime committed over seven years ago. You can do it. I could have delayed this murder until it was too late. But I want you to make this decision yourself. I'll get Billy right away, darling. I'll get Billy right away, darling. I'll get Billy right away, darling. I'll get Billy right away, darling. Billy won't get you. All right? Out of the kitchen, Billy. Your daddy won't do. Mama, who's that man on the next turn? He's a friend, isn't he? Who's that man then? He's your grandpa, doesn't he? He's a great man. He always gets his man. I didn't know I had a grandpa. He's got five real bad memories, and they shot him. One daddy's brave. He's good, too. Chef, five seconds or 12. Grandpa, why don't you say something? What's that cake on your hand? What? Well, it's nothing of any account, and you can't get up right now. Where's your dad, Grandpa? Your dad's in the military. What's this night, love, who couldn't leave King's Star and it made me right mad to ask who my star was? I bet you've doubted me. I never did. And never will. May your daughter give me a natural sleep now. Thank heavens. You recover if nothing happens. Nothing in here, love. Come on, put up. It makes me in. It makes me in. It makes me in. There he is. He's gone, there. I knew he wasn't any ordinary rich. Give me a first time I saw him. The next man isn't any ordinary fellow either. He doesn't know who he is. The engine told me he's the Lone Ranger. A feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated. Created by George W. Trenville. Produced by Trenville Campbell Enterprises. Directed by Charles D. Livingston and edited by Brandon Stryker. The part of the Lone Ranger is paid...