 A fiery horse with the speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hearty high old silver, the Lone Ranger. The end of the Civil War and the passage of more liberal homestead laws saw the tide of immigration to the western United States reach its greatest height. Land was to be had for the asking, but peace and security were not, and the West could not be won until law and order were established. It was then that the masked rider of the plains first rode in the cause of justice. Astride his great horse, Silver, he fought crime and criminals throughout the new territory, and no man did more to make the frontier safe for honest men. Now return with us to those thrilling days of yesteryear. From out of the past come the thundering hoofbeats of Silver. The Lone Ranger rides again. As our story opens, the Lone Ranger and Tonto have made their camp for the night on a bluff overlooking the famous trail to the northwest. The light of several campfires can be seen on the plain below. There's another wagon train, Tonto. Hmm, me see it. That's what this part of the country needs, people to make homes here, people with the courage to face difficulties and fight for what they want. That'd be plenty good things. Someday the west will be just as rich as the east. That's right. But the people who will make it rich are these pioneers. What kind? Listen. That buffalo must be the herd we passed earlier today. Men come plenty fast. Something threatened them. They're stampeding. There they are. Men not far off. They're heading for the valley. I wonder what you think. The valley's narrow. It leads to the place where the wagon train is kept. That's right. Here's something. What you do? The buffalo may stop before they reach the wagon train, but if they don't, there'd be plenty trouble. Oh, white fellow, Tonto. Here, white fellow. We'll follow the herd and see if they do any damage. Good idea. Come on, get on. White fellow. The men and women of the wagon train were resting around their campfires, unaware of the danger that threatened. Grant Elder, the leader of the train, was speaking to one of the groups. Well, folks, we covered a right good stretch of ground today. But tomorrow we ought to do even better. Hmm. I don't see where we done so good. Now don't you go to complain it again. Why shouldn't I complain? I'm darn sorry I ever came along. We should have stayed back east where we belong. Yeah? Trouble. Nothing but trouble is all we've had. First off, them contractors cheated us back in Eagle City. The grub they sold us is full of worms, St. 15. It's a blame side better or nothing. We ain't had half water enough. Tom Billins Youngen died the other day. Most of the wagons who broke down a dozen times or more. Trouble? I'm sublime sick of it. I wish I'd never heard of this part of the country. There's no way to talk, Paul. You shouldn't be here. Look here, Cora. Don't you be telling me what to think and what not to. You're getting just like your Mar-Wars. And what's more? Hey, Grant! What's the matter, Jim? Do you hear what I hear? What? What is it? Oh, give them the bugs with the mighty strings, please. It's a sort of rumblet. Now, what in blaze is this? Grant, hey, Grant. Huh? Get to the wagons. It's buffaloes. They're pouring out of a valley like water. I see them now. They're heading right this way. They're playing for the hurry, child. Run! Oh, I'm in the wagon. Drive out of here. Come on. Get a move on. We're going down the road. The buffaloes swept down upon the unprepared camp. Few of the men had time to hitch their horses. And still, fewer were able to drive clear of the stampede. Come on, Tyler. Come on. You're riding the ride. You're riding the ride. Only by a stroke of good fortune, the herd separated the last moment. And the damage, though great, was not as heavy as it might have been. When the danger was over, Grant Elder tried desperately to reorganize the train. Jim, Dan, round up the women, folks. Take account of everybody and see if anyone's hurt. All right, sir. Ain't nobody hurt that I can see. For the last, let's take a look at my wagon. Did it get busted up, Silas? Busted up. There ain't enough left of it for kindling. My stuff strung out every which way. I've had just about all I'm going to stand for. Shucks, Silas, you knew when we started out, we'd have our troubles. I can take my share, but I'd... Who's that? I don't know. He called his horse Silver. Well, he can call his horse what he'd blame pleases. But what I'm saying is I've seen all of the west I want to. And I ain't the only one that feels that way either. Oh, sir! Man with man. Well, I'll be. I'm not an outlaw, but that mask... I have my own reasons for that. Came to see if we could help you. Well, outlaw or not, we can use all the help that comes our way, I reckon. We were afraid the buffalo might reach your camp. But they do much damage. Damage? Why, the blasted critters just about wrecked us. Do you wonder if we don't find somebody's been killed? Here comes Jim. Maybe he can tell if there is or not. Well, I've had a good look around, Grant. What'd you find out? Well, there's about a third of the wagon. It's pretty well smashed up. But I think maybe some of them can be fixed again. Yeah? Anybody hurt? Not one, thank the Lord. We was mighty lucky that way. Where'd Dan get to? He's bringing the women folks along. There they are now. The land takes a life. I never in my born days had such a scare. You all right, Cora? Just shook up a little, Pa. Folks, it's about time we had a showdown. Mean and just what, Silas? Well, it's like what I've been saying for the last week. The biggest mistake we ever made was to come out west. What I say is we ought to turn around come morning and head back for where we belong. Sure, Silas. I've got into you. I'm just talking good sense. You really believe that, Silas? Well, look what's happened. If this was the first thing that'd gone wrong, maybe I wouldn't say nothing. But it's been one thing after another ever since we crossed the Mississippi. And now you want to turn back? Of course I do. Anybody with a sense would feel the same. What are the rest of you think? I'm for keeping on. Well, I don't know, Grant. Maybe Silas is right. Well, like Silas says, we've run into a heap more trouble than we ever figured on. Isn't the opportunity to make a new home worth a sacrifice? Sure. You men. Grant and the masked man are the only ones with any gumption. It ain't for women to judge. We're good enough to nurse you when you're ailing and mend your clothes and do all the things you'd rather get out of. But if any comes to deciding anything, then it's only the men folks that have any say. Now, honey, it ain't right for you to speak up so. Wasn't it right? We do our share, don't we? Cora. I don't care, Paul. You ought to ask us women what we think once in a while. I'm good for you, child. That's enough of that. I don't know what you're talking about, Silas. He's got a right. Wait! Huh? Listen to me. When you people started out, it was to begin new lives in a new country. Don't give up now. Settlers are needed in the West. From whatever your hardships, you'll be repaid a hundred times before you're through. Just a second. Yes? I'm wondering just what your game is, anyhow. What are you so blameless first to keep on for? Looks mighty funny to me. You'll have to believe I'm thinking of your good. I don't have to believe nothing, and I don't... Silas, I declare you the most contrary man I ever seen. Oh, hold on, everybody. This is something we can decide later on. But right now, we got work to do, and it's time we did it. That's good sense, anyhow. We'll straighten things out. Then maybe by tomorrow, Silas and the rest of you'll get your gumption back. Come on, you fellas. Get them wagging straight now. Under the direction of Grant Elder and the masked man, order was quickly restored. The wagons were repaired, and in the morning, at the suggestion of the Lone Ranger, Dan and Jim trailed the buffaloes to obtain fresh meat for the train. We see the two men as they come within range of the herd. There they are up ahead, Jim. Yeah. Now we'll stop here. If we get too close, maybe they'll start running again. Who? Who? Who are they? Who are they? Better get off your horse, Jim. It'll be easier shooting. Reckon it will at that. There's a good-sized rock. That'll make a rest for our rifles. Come on. You know, Jim, I was just thinking. Thinking? Well, here we are. This will do fine. Yeah, I was thinking the masked fella might have the right of it after all. I don't know. Well, you don't hardly seem like we should have come all this way just to turn around again and plait back home. Oh, well, maybe. And all the willing folks, he might have said I'm going ahead. If we turn around, they're liable to make things right uncomfortable for us. It ain't for women to have the same. Of course it ain't. But still, you know- Yeah, I know what you mean. Well, we can talk about it later. Right now, we ought to be getting fresh meat. I got my sights on that critter over to the left. Yeah. I'll take the one next to him. Ready? Yeah. Don't miss. I got mine. So did I. Come on, we'll- What's that? Must be somebody else's. Don't know who it could be. Well, maybe it's someone that we'd say. Them shots was aimed our way. Engines. They're coming over that hill. Back to the horses. Let the meat go. How many are there? I don't know. Night waiting to find out. Steady there, steady. We're heading for a camp as fast as we can make it. Get up there. Get on with that. Get up there. Dan and Jim raced across the prairie toward the wagon train. As they neared the camp, their shouts brought a group of people running to meet them. Engines. We see rats here. Oh, boy. Oh, boy. Oh, boy. Engines fired at us. They heard a shooting at them. Buffaloes. You're sure there were Engines? We wouldn't mistake a thing like that. Then that settles them. That settles what? We are heading back east. We can face stampedes and dust and sickness. But when it comes to murder and redskins, it's time we got out of here. Indians wouldn't be likely to attack a wagon train as well guarded as yours. They just shot at Jim and Dan, didn't they? Because they saw them alone. How do we know what they'll do? Grant, I'm telling you, you can't make us go no further. Do the rest of you fellas feel like that? I wasn't sure before, but right now I says the same as science. And so do I. Well, then I reckon that's what we'll have to do. The land sakes alive. Growed men is scared of a few painted savages. It's your own good we're considering as well as ours. It's the men that has to do the fighting. Let me tell you that. Come, sort of. Let me come. This is the first I've heard of Indians near here, Kimosabe. What we do? Steady, old fellow. You and I are going to investigate those Indians. And good. I want to know more about them. The curtain falls on the first act of our thrilling Lone Ranger drama. Before the next exciting scene, please permit us to pause for just a few moments. Now to continue the story. A wagon train led by Grant Elder became disheartened after a series of misfortunes. First, a herd of buffalo swept through the camp, leaving destruction in its wake. Then hostile Indians were encountered. The men decided to return to the east. And when the Lone Ranger was unable to change their minds, he decided to investigate the Indians, which Jim and Dan had seen. As our second act opens, the masked man and his faithful companion are dismounting at the foot of a small hill. I think the Indians must be camped just beyond this hill, toddler. Crayol, Crayol shown that. We'll try and get a look at them without being seen. Stay here, Silver. Come, Tata. Not many, Indian. Only a few from the tracks we've seen. Yeah, boy. I see it. If we can get that far without being discovered, we can hide behind it. Careful now. Yeah, boy. This is far enough. Look down below. Oh, there. Indian. But fewer than I'd expected. Until never see them before. I could give a close guess as to who they are. Who you think? You remember the Indians who raided the Oberlin station? Uh-huh. There were five of them. The soldiers had been hunting them for weeks. You think them same color. And so do I. See? There are five in this group. If they were dodging the law, this is probably the direction they would have chosen. That's right. Come. We've seen enough. Tata, did you notice the location of their camp? Uh, Tata, see. Gave me an idea. What? That? I don't want the wagon train to turn back. That'd be bad thing. The men aren't cowards, but they've met a mutual number of hardships. That's right. Naturally, they're discouraged. They'll go on if we can prove to them that the dangers they fear are mostly imaginary. What? What do we do, huh? Steady, Silver. I don't know. As soon as it's dark, we're going back to where the wagon train just camped. Mmm, that? That good. There, I believe. We'll get some willing help for our plan. Come on, sir. Get him up, my son. That evening, indignant at the attitude of the men, the women of the wagon train gathered in a separate group after the evening meal. Maggie, Jim Barton's wife, Cora, Silas Digby's daughter, and Jean, Dan Hardy's sister, voiced their resentment at what they consider the men's lack of resolution. Yeah, I'd like to shake them good. The very idea turning back when we're this far along. They say they're going east in the morning. And they won't listen to us. It's mostly cars doing. They haven't kept so everlasting me at the others. Maybe they wouldn't have agreed to go on back to the east. It's just like men, folks. All is looking for the easy way out. Now, Maggie, I reckon there ain't no worse than the average. I ain't never hear that the average man was any great Shakespeare. If there was only something we could do. I've tried to talk to Dan, but when I say anything, he only grunts and says women don't understand things like men. And a good thing they don't. Well, I was sort of hoping that men could argue them out of it. Wonder where he got to. Dan says he's likely some kind of a crook. A crook? I just wish we had a whole wagon train full of his kind of crooks. There was something about him. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. The Miss Man. The Miss Man. You give me such a start? I'd like to talk to you. I'll get Grant if you just wait a minute. I don't want to talk to Grant. Just answer this question. Do you women want to return to the east? Of course we don't. Why, we were saying that when you come out. All of us women want to keep on. Would you be willing to do something that might persuade the men to continue? But what is it? I think I have a plan. I mean, if only you had. I'll need your help. Stranger, we women came out here so we could have the kind of homes we always wanted. Maybe you don't know it, but when a woman's got her heart set on something, she'd wade through a wildcat to get it. Good. Now what have you got in mind? Listen to my plan. Wait until the men have gone to sleep tonight. And I figure how the men folks will look. They can, Pa. I'll leave now. But don't forget your instructions. We won't. Say, who was that I just seen you talking to? Oh, why, uh... You been up to something? Oh, now, Pa, we... Come on, somewhere. That masked man. Was it him? And what if it was, Silas, my sis? He's an author, that's what. Women, Pa. You listen to every smooth-spoken crook that comes along. But when your own men folks try to tell you something for your own good, you don't hear no better than if he was deep. Centuries were posted at night to guard against a surprise attack by the Indians. The early what was shared by Grant Elder and Jim Barton. We see them now as they sit together on the tongue of a wagon. Rifles held loosely across their knees. Seems like a shame, Jim. What does? Leaving this country, going back east again. You know, the more I see the west, better I like it. It's mighty pretty country, but it's just as dangerous as it's good to look at. Yeah, I reckon. You got any idea what was bothering women tonight? Shucks. They was just mad because they couldn't have their own way. There was more to it than that. What makes you think so? Well, they was mad at first, all right, but later on they was acting like maybe they had something up their sleeve. You're just imagining things, Jim. Maggie was most likely trying to get you riled. Maybe. What was that? I didn't hear nothing. Listen. What's ailing you anyhow, Jim? You're as fidgety tonight as a girl at her wedding. I just swore I heard something. They warned a thing. It's just the night being so black, the plane's being so lonesome like that's getting on your nerves. You talk like I was a scary kid. Where? You ain't a... Where? Over by the end of that wagon. Did you see it? See what? It was like a shadow. Come out of that wagon, then was gone. Just all of a sudden. My golly, you are... There's another. Grant, I'm going to have a look. Oh, you blame fool. Maybe I am. But how do you know there ain't engines sneaking into camp? You see anything? Just a minute. You better come back here and make yourself comfortable. If you're going to jump every time you see a shadow, you won't be fit to live with. I don't know. Maybe my eyes are going back on me. I told you there wasn't nothing, didn't I? Yeah, but I... Then sit down and forget about it. Now, like I was saying, then women didn't have nothing up their sleeves at all. Why, right now, I'll bet they're dreaming in their sleep about going back east. Everything was quiet in the camp during the remainder of the night. But shortly after sunrise, Silas Digby looked inside the covered wagon, where his daughter, Cora, was supposed to be sleeping. Leaping lizards. What's the matter, Silas? Cora, she's gone. Ain't she there? You hurt me, didn't you? But she's got to be. Well, she ain't. I just looked. But Jean's with her. Your sister? The two of them was going to stay together last night. Least ways, that's what Jean told me. Now, where in thunder could they have got to? Grant! Hey, Grant! You calling me, Silas? Come here! And hurry up! Something wrong? My girl, Cora, and damn sister Jean have disappeared. What's that you said? Who's disappeared? Jean and Cora. But where's Maggie? She was with them, aren't she? Maggie. Why, she said she was staying with them. Well, I'll be. Hasn't anybody seen him? Grant, do you recollect last night? Huh? Them shadows, that noise I heard. You don't suppose... The ninjans got him? Oh, you're local. What'd you say about the ninjans, Jim? It was while me and Grant was keeping guard. I thought I'd heard a noise and seen some shadows by the wagons, but I couldn't find nothing. Didn't you look to see if the women folks are safe? Well, I didn't look... We never figured anything was really wrong. They've been took by them redskins, as sure as blazes. Come on! Where you going? To get our horses. If them ninjans have got Cora and Cora in what in thunder? It's a masked man again. And look, the women are with him. And that ain't all. They're holding guns on ninjans. Ninjans? Can't you see them? Jean! Hey, Jean! Hold it still, Miss! Hold it still! What's the idea? Them redskins. You're gone, local. We've been... We've been doing your work for you out with the help of the masked man. You've been what? Well, then, take the live. Can't you understand plain English? Now look here, Maggie. Oh, I... I won't look here. If you men that are gonna do the looking and listening, here's the engine you were so scared of. The masked man helped us capture them. You women done this? There was no real danger, Grant. There were just five Indians. The women remained hidden with only the rifles they carried showing. Tato and I told the Indians they were surrounded and they gave up. Well, I'll be harm-swapping. Tato and I found their camp and thought of the plan. The women joined us during the night. At daylight, when the Indians could see the guns aiming at them from over the hill, we called on them to give up. And they did too. They knew playing well. We meant business. And these are the Indians who frightened you men. Made you decide to turn back. Well, I... It seems sort of funny. The only thing funny about it is that you men were scared of something that us women think. Never mind them, Cora. I suppose they still figure the West is too hard on them. They'll be head and knees again before the day is out. What do you say, fellas? I'll tell you what I say, Grant. We can't stand for women folks showing us up like this. If we turn back now, we'll be the laugh and stalk of everybody from here to Topeka. We gotta go on. You mean that, Jeff? And we're going on right now. Yes, sir, we are. You'll find all kinds of hardships on the trail ahead. Perhaps some of them will be worse than those you've already met. But this should prove that none are as bad as your imagination makes them. Stranger, you've proved that of plenty. And it was me that said he was an outlaw. Outlaw? Why, land sakes, this is the man we've been hearing about ever since we left home. He's the lone ranger. The story you have just heard is a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated.