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Come to think of it, Cheerios is one of the tastiest muscle-building foods you can eat. Try Cheerios and you'll hear... He's feeling his Cheerios! With his faithful Indian companion, Toto, the daring and resourceful mask 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 rides again! Come on, I'm Silver! Let go of me, pal! I'm Silver! See a riderless horse and a man-lying feast down at the side of the trail. Looks as if he rode into an ambush. Ah, plenty far from town. I'm not hear shots there. We'll ride down and see if he's still alive. Can you see anything closer? The night flashed from the bed. Staged Marshall. Yes, Toto. Great war. The Marshall was taken to the Lone Ranger's camp, but it was not until morning that he opened his eyes. When he saw the masked man, he smiled in recognition and tried to get up. Oh, I know, Greg. Take it easy. Ah, glad to see you, mister. I'm glad you're feeling better. What happened last night? I don't know. I must have been sound asleep. Heard the shots, got hit, that's all. Well, what brings you to Harding County? The letter. My saddlebag. Read it. That's right. The Lone Ranger found the letter and read it. What letter say? It's from Mark Toliver, Kimosabe. He says that Mike Dennison shot and killed his foreman, and that the sheriff is afraid to arrest him. Is it the famous Mike Dennison, the one who used to be town marshal in Deadwood? Uh-huh. His same fella. I don't blame the sheriff. I don't care much for the job myself. You're not going to be able to move for at least a week, Greg. But even if you could, you might not arrest Mike. Why not? Well, Mike is working for Judd Sayer, and Toliver's been trying to put Sayer out of business. Sayer hired Mike to protect his cattle. I'm still wondering who drag goes to you last night, Greg. It doesn't sound like Mike at all, and there's no reason why Toliver's men should do it. Now they have to send him for me. Is that a plenty bad fella in Harding City? Yes, that's true. Ruth Holden runs a town, and they work for him. That's one of his men. Ruth might not like the idea of having a United States marshal around. Sounds to me like one was needed bad. Ranchers fighting, a town full of crooks. You say I can't move for a week? That's right. And something's got to be done. I wish I could swear you in as a deputy mister. Well, why can't you? Why? Well, why your mask, for one thing. I could wear a disguise instead of a mask. Sure. Well, I don't have a deputy's badge, but you could wear mine. You'd be acting for me. Just find out what's going on, question Mike, question the Toliver crew. And try to find out who shot you. Yeah, that too. Would you do it? Well, of course, Greg. I'll ride your horse. I'll wear a bandage around my head. I'll let whoever shot you think their ambush failed completely. Meadow-Clock the following evening, Clem Davis, the sheriff of Harding County, was just about to blow out the lamp and head for a scheduled meeting with Roof Holden at the mansion house. When the door of his office opened, a tall broad-shouldered man wearing a marshal's badge stood there. Why, marshal? You're surprised to see me, sheriff? Surprised? No, no, not at all. I got a letter saying you were coming. Greg Warren, isn't it? Glad to meet you. No, not surprised at all. It's that bandage. You've been wounded. It's nothing, believe me. Are you sure? I'm positive. Now, if you have a little time, I'd like to talk over the shooting I'm supposed to investigate. Of course. I have affidavits here from half a dozen of Toliver's men. And here they are. They all say the same thing. They were rounding up some lazy tea steers when Mike Denison rode up and ordered them off the Sears friend. The foreman refused to go without his cows, and Mike shot him dead. Doesn't sound like Mike. Why, you know him? I've heard of him. He never shoots without giving the other man a chance to draw. I'm just telling you what Toliver's men said. You can read their statement for yourself. Do you have one from Mike? No, no. According to Sayre, the lazy tea crew were rustling. I wouldn't put it past the minute there's a feud between the two ranchers. Is that why you refused to arrest Mike? Refused? Toliver lies. Have he said that? I just haven't been able to find him. I'll take a ride out to the Sayre Ranch. Oh, how do you get there? It's west of town. Just follow the main trail to the branches out three ways. The branch to the north is the one you want. Where did the others lead? Straight ahead to the lazy tea. And the south trail? A shortcut to the pass. You'd only take that if you wanted to head for Mexico. I see. Well, thanks, Sheriff. And you're going out there tonight? Well, I may as well. Why not? Not that you'll find out anything about Mike, but the Sayres will put you up for the night anyway. Better accommodation than you'll find at the mansion house. Well, I... I wish you luck, Marshall. Thanks. You will need it if you run into Mike. Just happen to, I mean. They're not lying when they say he has the fastest draw on the west. Clotted Greg Warren's black and rode out of town. The sheriff watched him go and then hurried down the street to the mansion house. Tuttle, who had been waiting in the shadows, followed him to the hotel through the crowded lobby and into the adjoining cafe. Howdy, Joe. Where's Roof? In the back room. He's been asking for you. I've been detained. Tuttle watched the sheriff walk the length of the bar and enter the room at the rear. Then the Indian left the cafe and circled the building. The window of the back room was closed. So was the window on the floor above. There was a ladder lying on the ground and Tuttle placed it against the building. He climbed it to the second-story window. It was unlocked. He opened it and climbed inside. The only light in the room came through a chink in the flooring from the room below. The opening wasn't large enough to see through, but Tuttle could hear plainly and he recognized several voices. The sheriff's roof holdings and another that belonged to one of Roof's henchmen, Trigger Gordon. I swear I'm telling the truth now. I was talking to him about five minutes ago. He's on his way out to the sale ranch. Well, Trigger... I told you how it was. I hit him all right. I was going to make sure I finished him. You were going to? Yeah, but two riders were coming down the trail. I had to clear out. We'd better hold off a while, huh, Roof? Yeah. Oh, we came. Gonzalez wants those cattle at the border by the first of the week of the dealers off. You get out the lazy tee right away. All right. I got the story straight. I was looking for Mike. I came with this box canyon. Uh, where is it exactly? Uh, telling Trigger... It's on Sayer's land. About a mile north of the boundary between the two ranches. West of the creek, half a mile. Yeah, yeah, that's right. I sort of barricaded and built across the opening of the canyon and I decided to investigate. Inside the canyon, there were a fifty-head of lazy tee cattle. I'll say to Toliver, Toliver, I don't want any gunplay now. You let me... Oh, what's so funny? I can hear them exploding, no gunplay. That'd be your first class battle. Yeah, way down on the lazy tee south range. You'll be driving the bigger herd than Mike. Get going, Sheriff. We dismounted in front of the Sayer ranch house. Well, the front door opened and the rancher stepped out with a shotgun ready for action. His daughter was directly behind him. What's your hand, Sheriff? Paul, he's wearing a badge. He's too big for the sheriff. The badge says United States Marshal. A Marshal? What do you want here? I want to have a talk with you. Any objection? Ask them in, Paul. Come in, Marshal. Thanks. What's your business here, Marshal? There's no sense in pretending, Paul. We know why he's here. Then will you tell me where I can find Mike Denison? What do you want with him? We know that too. Talibus told you a pack of lies, and you mean to arrest Mike. I want to find out the facts in the case. Mike's been accused of murder. You mean to arrest him and hold him for trial. That's the only way he can clear himself. I'm warning you, Marshal, for your own good. Leave him alone. If you should ever meet and try to use your guns, well, you must have heard of Mike's reputation. You'll die. Oh, oh, there. Well, someone just wrote up. Here's one of the hands. I do hope it is. Oh, no, Mike. Take champion Bob Coosie, who can really make a basketball do tricks. Bob was born in New York, plays with the famous Boston Celtics, leads them all in fast break play, and Coosie knows the champion way, starts his day the Wheaties' way. Take Neil Johnston, another great champ from the East. Say Neil has been eating Wheaties since he was three feet tall instead of six foot eight. Grew up a long ways on him, didn't he? Mighty appetizing eaten, and there's a whole kernel of wheat in every Wheaties' flake. Keep on eating your Wheaties and you'll be doing okay. As the Lone Ranger was talking with Judd Sayer and his daughter, the front door burst open and Mike Denison stepped into the living room of the ranch house. He stopped when he saw the Marshal's badge the Lone Ranger was wearing. His hands hung easily at his side, close to his guns. His clear gray eyes were steady, alert. He said nothing. It was the Lone Ranger who broke the silence. Hello, Mike. Oh, Mike, why have you come here? I had to. Why? Gus Toliver's pulled another of his dirty jeans. Turn away. Wrestling again? I'll go tell the man. I've already stopped the bunk house, and sadly, nothing. Oh. But this time it's wrestling in reverse. What do you mean? Toliver's driven 50, but 50 is not really the case on the LACT stock into the box canyon near the creek. Unvericated at the opening, it's a frame-up. He aims to show those seers to the law, to the sheriff to you, Marshal, and charge us with stealing them. They're sneaking tires. What are you going to do about it? Drive them back on the LACT grounds? That sounds like a good idea. You won't try to stop us? Why should I? You're anxious to get rid of the cattle? the one outside it's an indian on a pig and look at that white horse he's leading the indians a friend of mine he may have a message for me then prove that indian man he's a friend of the martian i see your bros tilbert otto me think maybe you need him oh what's happened me follow sheriff like you say him go to mansion house after you leave say here and his hands listened in amazement as tautel told his story when he had finished all of his steves are cattle holding steves here they're not fair play i mean i got to stop holding we necessary i'll try to do it alone but i'd like your help i'm willing to ride with you marshal alright then we're all with you where is the best place to stop holding well they'll have to drive the cattle through the pass we head west from here and take the creek trail south we should be able to get the pass ahead of them and that's what we'll do otto you ride straight for toddlers tell him what you've told us sheriff of toluver now maybe him say tonto lie if he doesn't want to believe you now wait a minute paul there's something in what the indian says i'll ride with you tonto i can convince toluver you're telling the truth i got it then i'll write him a note well that might do it and if the word of united states marshal isn't good enough for him he deserves to lose his cattle wrote the note otto and molly started with a taller branch with it get up the others headed west there was a full moon and hardly had the men taken cover under the lone rangers direction then mike spotted a cloud of dust to the northeast here they come marshal i'll hold your fire till i give you the word i'll give them a chance to surrender fifteen minutes later it was possible to make out the riders at the point of the herd and trigger the lone ranger stepped into the open and held up his hand stop where you are the lone ranger hit the ground as both roof and trigger open fire a bullet chipped the rock that gave him shelter no surrender there open fire where twenty men withdrew there were only sticks with the lone ranger the outlaws rallied around their leader and tried to blast out the defenders of the class after two of the rustlers had been wounded they deserted their exposed position and urged their mounts to the rear of the milling herd what do they have to matter you think they'll make a break for it marshal no don't you yourself not at me they're trying to stampede the herd what's through here you'll be trampled underfoot if we stay where we are men they're trying to drive the cattle through stampede them i'll take to the higher ground both sides of the pass find what cover you can the gang will be riding through behind the herd here they come get moving as the seers raced for the opening of the pass the cowboys started to climb the sheer walls of the pass there was little cover for them there but the higher ground was all that could save them from the thundering hoops the cattle storm passed then the lone ranger caught the shopper sound of hoops that were shodd horses he caught a glimpse of holden's white stetson hello through the opening of the pass but the lone ranger knew that roof had been dropped from his saddle and that the outlaws had pulled up their confused shouts told the lone ranger that they were completely disorganized by the loss of their leader and a moment later he heard them urging their moths away from the pass he scrambled down to level ground and called for silver the cowboys gathered around him the silver raced from the shelter of the trees the mustangs following close behind here's roof wounded not bad though knocked out when he fell oh the wound isn't serious our bandages now we'll tie his hands and feet so he can't get away when he comes to when holden's wound had been bandaged and he had been bound hand and foot the cowboys swung into their saddles the outlaws were heading east they were running to tolliver's crew let's hope the lone ranger gave silver his head and the pursuit began to riding due east for a mile the outlaws changed their course and a moment later the lone ranger and his companions saw the reason tolliver's men were heading toward them the outlaws opened fire the running gun fight continued for half an hour both outlaws and cattlemen dropped from their saddles but finally the outlaws horses could be driven no further the remaining members of the band threw down their guns their prisoners secure the cattlemen began to care for the wounded tort warning the lone ranger and tautel returned to the camp with roof holden oh it's easy is he still alive? marshal? yes molly easy said a big flip however wants to talk to you oh where is he? this way he's badly wounded better take a look at him tolliver I've done what I could for him but I don't know here he is mister tolliver here's the marshal I'm glad he got back me look at wound there's nothing you can do for me indian oh we'll see I've been an awful fool in what way? must have been holden's men who were rustling my cows tolliver will you admit your men were rustling on the day your foreman was shot? yes getting even we thought and mike shot in self defense where is the sheriff? we locked him up back at the ranch we'll pick him up there I'm glad you came along when you did marshal the holden gang were taken to jail and two weeks later a judge arrived in harding city and they were tried marshal warren was well enough to handle the case against them and after they were sentenced the judge called him aside marshal this was an open and shut case evidence was conclusive no doubt about that but I want to point out that you neglected to produce an important witness for the prosecution who was that sir? your own deputy I guess that's something I'll tell my grandchildren but I'll let you in on the secret right now I'll say once upon a time when outlaws were running wild in harding county your old grandpa had a special deputy a mighty special deputy believe it or not he was the lone ranger righted feature of the lone ranger incorporated is produced by pendle cambell mure incorporated the part of the lone ranger is played by brace beamer your announcer listen to the lone ranger brought to you by special recording mondays through fridays at this same time