A fiery horse with the speed of light, a cloud of dust and a hearty high of silver, the Lone Ranger. Of the western United States, bands of outlaws made their headquarters in the badlands that bordered the range. The ranchers were unable to protect themselves from their sudden raids. And it was not until the masked rider of the plane started his great fight for law and order that the rustlers were driven from their hideouts. No one could equal the Lone Ranger's strength and courage, his daring and resourcefulness. 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, the great horse Silver. The Lone Ranger rides again. Come on, Silver! Waiting for us! Lone Ranger and Tonto circled the bargy herd. They saw a cowboy riding toward the distant ranch house. Yes, the night was quiet. The shooting which had brought them racing from their camp had stopped and... There doesn't seem to be anything wrong here, Tonto. We hear plenty of shock. I know. Sounded like a battle from the camp. Not right. What we do now? I'll have a talk with that cow hand before we turn back. Ah! Tonto, look at that man! Oh, in that whole range! He's hanging under the pommel of his saddle. He's been hurt. Come on! Get him up, Scout! The cattle are restless. There's no one else on the range. He wouldn't be leaving them under ordinary circumstances. Ah, him hurt bad. We were too far away. Steady, boy. Tonto got rain. Oh, you come back to finish me, huh? We're friends. We're wearing a mask. We want to help you. Oh, hey, shoot. I can't even go for my guns. Catch him, Tonto. He's slipping from the saddle, huh? Tonto got him. Here. Take him on, Silver. We going to ranch? Yes, he needs attention right away. Lead his horse, huh? Oh, get him up, Scout! I'll hand him down to you, Tonto. Steady. That good. All right. I'll take him now. There has been a gunfight here. All those windows in front are broken. Go on, Tonto. Knock. Bullet hit door. Yes, I can see the marks. Stick him up. Can't you see I'm carrying a wounded man? Your mask. I haven't time to explain that now. Out of my way. Just remember that you're covered. You Hank Garrison? The name is Slade. We'll put him down here, Tonto. The kitchen must be that way. Get some hot water. Everything we'll need. Oh, Tonto do it. It's Bill Corrigan. Is he done for? No, it's yet. We may be able to save him. What's been going on here? You ought to know. We were miles away when we heard the shooting. What was it? A raid? Outlaws? Rustlers? Yeah. I didn't get here till it was all over myself. There's no doubt who it was. Brandon and his gang. Shot up this place for half an hour, and there's no telling what they did out in the range. This man can tell us. Who was here during the fight? Just Garrison and his wife and a stranger that was staying the night. And where are they now? In Hank's bedroom. Hank was hit. What about the bunkhouse? They got three or four of the boys. Killed? Hit anyway. Mariah sent me over there, but I came right back to help with Hank. Hunter got water. Bandage. Will you take care of him? Hunter fix him. Last man. Who are you? He's a stranger I told you about. Tin horn gambler. The garrisons take anybody in. A gambler, perhaps. But not a tin horn, Mr. Slade. You couldn't be good and look so down at the heel. I never use my skill unless I'm playing with crooks. Lately, I've met nothing but honest men. And bad luck. I've got to hunch those rustlers sent you here. You're mistaken. Yeah, well, I'll... You think I'm lying? Insist on it. Take the consequences. Gunmen, too. Well, when I'm forced to be, Mr. Slade, Mrs. Garrison wanted to know what was going on out here. Don't bother her. It's one of their cowhands, but he's coming, too, now, and I think it'll be all right. We'll soon know what happened on the range. How are you feeling, Bill? Oh, hello, Mr. Slade. They got shorty. A hundred head. Which way did they go? To the hills. Sure. And try to follow them after they get into those canyons. They're driving cattle. They'll have to leave a trail. Not on rock. And we'll take whatever men are able to ride and start right away. I'm ready. It's no use. He's telling the truth, Mass Man. This isn't the first time Brand has raided a ranch and driven off the cattle. Never find him. We've tried plenty of times. It's no use. Besides, you'd only be able to round up about ten men here. Brand must have twice that number. How about the men on your ranch and all the other ranches in the district? Why don't you get together? You've got to find Brand before he can catch him. And you can't ask men to ride into an ambush. Did you say men, Slade? Oh. How is he? Don't tell me that you got one of the gangs. No, Mrs. Garrison. The mass man can be trusted. Bill. I'm all right. Shorty. Dead? Yeah. How long are you going to stand for it? How long before we go after those murderers and bring them to justice? We can't. Can't. What's to stop us? Those canyons. There was a man among the lot of you. He'd find out where Brand's hideout was. He'd force every rancher and cowhand in this district to follow him back there. He'd put an end to this curse. But, Miss Garrison... What's the matter with you, Slade? Well, I... You don't have to tell me. You're a coward. You're all scared of Brand. Maybe it's up to a woman. Maybe it's up to me to smoke those polecats out of the hills. No, Mrs. Garrison. My friend and I will start looking for that hideout tonight. You? You're a stranger here. You're wearing a mask. I told you that it could be trusted, Mrs. Garrison. And I'm sure of it now. I've just had a look at his horse. What's his horse got to do with it? Snow White. Just about the grandest animal I've ever seen. Masked man, would you mind showing us one of the bullets from your gun? I have one here in my belt. Silver. A silver bullet and a snow white horse. Does that mean anything to you, Mrs. Garrison? The Lone Ranger. Come, Tutter. Wait. If you find out where Braind is, I'll have every man in this district ready to follow you when you get back. You have your husband to take care of. I think you... No. You're wrong there. The only way I can help him now is to help you. He? Hank... Hank's gone. All right. It rained plenty soon. Plenty dark. Yes. There's no hope of finding any sign until the storm's over. This ledge will give us shelter. We'll make camp here. Huh? That's... That's good. There are over a hundred canyons cutting into the foothills. Take us a month to follow all of them. Steady, boy. I'll have a saddle off in a minute. There's no past you here, but you'll have a rub down and plenty of water. We don't have to follow every canyon, though. We know it must be large enough to drive a hundred head of cattle through. And that... It rained. It would be soaked under here if the wind were coming from the east. And Tonto built fire. Hello! Who's that? Sounds like the gambler we met at the bar G. Pick the dry spot. Mind if I share your camp? Not at all. Well, why did you leave the ranch? I've been following you. Just after you left, I had an idea and I want to see what you thought of it. What sort of an idea? Well, it stands to reason that Bram's hideout must be some sort of a valley at the end of one of these canyons. Large enough to graze cattle. Exactly. The canyon entrance must be pretty well guarded all the time. But there may be another one somewhere. It'd be hard to find that out without getting inside the camp. What's your idea? You find out where it is and I'll join the gang. They'd shoot you on sight. No, I don't think so. With a gang of outlaws such as that, my appearance would be in my favor. Once you were in the camp, they'd never let you leave. That night did find it hard to stop me. Masked man, I'm not very proud of my life up to now. Oh, it hasn't counted for much, either for good or for bad. I'd consider it a privilege if you let me work with you. We should be able to find the second entrance without going into the valley. But our attack would have to be made at night. It would help if we knew exactly how many men were there, where they slept and where they posted their guards. I can find that out. On the other hand, time is important. We ought to find the valley tomorrow and lead the posse here tomorrow night. I can make a break for it as soon as it was dark and meet you outside. You don't know what it would mean to me if I could help. You realize the chance you'd be taking? I'd like taking chances. Then perhaps we'd accept your offer. Good. But only on one condition. What's that? If Tato and I can find some place to watch the valley every minute you're inside it. Why should I object to an ace in the hole? From the place where we lost the herd sign on the rocks, there are only three big canyons the outlaws could have taken. We'll try them all tomorrow. The storm continued through the night. At dawn, the rain stopped. The sky was still threatening as the Lone Ranger, Tonto, and Calhoun broke camp and started their exploration of the canyons. The first one led them to the bed of a mountain stream. Dry except for a thin trickle of water that threaded its way among the rocks. There's only a cliff on the other side. Yes. If we have any more rain, the stream will be a torrent by tomorrow. Well, maybe tonight. It rained hard in mountain. Water not get here yet. Come on. We'll try the other canyons. The second canyon was blind. And it was afternoon before they rained up at the entrance to the third. A pale sun broke through the clouds for a moment. But at that same moment, lightning ripped the sky to the west and thunder crashed. Well, Tonto, do you see anything? Hmm. There, gravel. Tonto, look. We can't hope to find any tracks from last night. But we'll try. Oh, hoof mark here. You're right. Horse come out of canyon. Turn around here. Go back. One of their guards. This is it, Calhoun. I'll go on alone. I'll meet you here after dark. Not so fast. There, break and cliff. We'll take a look at it. Come on, Silver. Get him up, Scout. Get up there. I want to get up to the top of the cliff. Is that it? Yes. Silver and Scout can make it from here. Top of cliff like plain. We can ride to the edge overlooking the valley. All right, Calhoun. You can take the canyon. We'll reach the valley about the same time. Where will we meet? Right here. Good luck. Same to you. Get up there. Come on, Scout. Get up, Scout. Calhoun, come out of Brand's cabin yet? No. Not yet. I've been looking at the far side of the valley. That dry riverbed is the same one we met farther up. Oh. We found the entrance we'll use for the posse. Hmm. They're a path down from cliff to right. I noticed that before. Silver and Scout could make it. But we must think of the other horses. You look. Calhoun. Guard come from Canyon. There's a man with him. Is it one of the gang or... Tato. That's Slade. Ah. The rancher we met at the Bar G. Maybe him prisoner. The guard isn't holding a gun on him. They seem to be friendly. Ah. They're laughing. We should have made more inquiries about Slade last night. I wonder if Brand has left his ranch alone. Him worketh outlaw? Brand would need someone on the outside to give him information. They're heading straight for Brand's cabin. Here, Silver. Here, Scout. And what we do? We're taking that path down the side of the cliff. Slade knows that Calhoun is working on the side of the law. He'll tell Brand a man's life is in danger, Tato. Get him off, Scout. Hail, Silver. Away. 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, when the Lone Ranger saw the rancher Slade ride into the outlaw's valley with one of the guards, he knew that Slade would identify Calhoun and that the gambler's life was in danger. At that moment, Calhoun was facing Brand in the latter's cabin. So you wanted you and the gang? Yes. What did you hear about us? Well, I was at the garrison ranch last night when you shot it up. There was plenty of talk about you and your men, and I decided you were the right outfit for me. Andy, with your shooting irons? I have a deck of cards here in my pocket. Here's the ace of spades. Would you like to throw it up in the air? I don't mind. There. Nice draw. Look at the card. Clean through the city. Does that answer your question? How about a Brandon iron? A, uh, straight one. I've worked for outfits like yours before, and there were never any complaints. You know, by rights, Pete should have shot you on sight when you came riding through the canyon. I told him I was your brother. What's that? I haven't got any brother. Glad Pete didn't know that. A smooth talker, too, huh? Oh, I've had to be in my business. Well, I don't know. I get used in ombre with brains, but there's such a thing as having too many. I'll let you live until the boys come in for their grub. We'll see how they feel about you. Suits me. In the meantime, hand over the guns. Right. I wouldn't bother with them except your drawers almost as fast as mine, and, uh, I don't like ties. Now, let's have the one you carry under your coat. All right, Brand. There it is. Not very large, but it's come in handy. Those the boys now? Shouldn't be, not yet. Boss! You back here again? I told you not to leave the canyon. Yeah, but you told me not to leave anybody past either, and Slade's here. I figured I ought to come with him. Slade, eh? Send him in and get back to your post. Yeah. It's all right. Look out, mister. You wouldn't be reaching for those guns, would you? Me? Sorry, I didn't realize. Just in case you don't realize again, we'll put him in the drawer. Howdy, Brand. What are you doing here? Hello, Slade. Yeah. You two know each other? Yeah. We met at the garrison's last night. I've told Brand all about it. Why haven't you got ropes on him, Brand? He's dangerous. Think so? You can't take chances with nobody. Not with the Lone Ranger around here. Eh? He was at the garrison's last night, too. And this zombie rode after him when he left. Well, Calhoun... That's what I told Slade I was going to do. I thought he was on it. He's working with the Lone Ranger. If that masked man finds the valley, you're going to have a fight on your hands. Finish this tin horn off and call your men in. You've got to be ready. I'm not afraid of any masked men. When he comes, you'll have a posse behind him. I'll never get through the canyon alive. I'm not worried about that. But I don't like anybody to play me for a fool. I still want to join your gang. Yeah. Maybe the Lone Ranger would like to join up, too. Slade's only guessing. So am I. My guess is that you've overplayed your hand, mister. I'm calling a bluff with hot lead. Who's that outside? It's a showdown, Calhoun. And I hold all the guns... Up my head! Up with them, Slade! I'm not shooting. Get his guns, Toto. There's a rope on the wall, Calhoun. Yeah. We'll take him grand back with us. Tie him up. For safe conduct through the canyon? That's the idea. Better shoot me now. My boys won't let you hold me for long. You'll be tried with the rest of them. Well, I warned you. Quiet. All set, match man. We'll see you later, Slade. Come on. The hand isn't over yet, Brand. I'll take charge of him. Find your own horse. Yeah. Steady, Silver. Get up there, Brand. Ready, Toto? Toto ready. Calhoun. I'm all set. Come on, Silver. Let's go. Come on, Silver! Knock the gun clean out of his hand, and it's getting dark, too. That's shooting. Storm come. We want to use a better than stream. We'll have to beat the torrent. I'll sell me away. Miss Garrison. Are the men all here, Sheriff? Well, there's over 30 in the bunkhouse, but I'm going to tell them to go home. What for? We can't do anything tonight, even if the masked man gets back, even if he's found the hideout. We can't ride in this storm. He'll decide that for himself. I'm the sheriff, Miss Garrison. That's the truth. You've been the sheriff for a long time, and you haven't done anything to get rid of that gang. Now the Lone Ranger's taking charge, and we'll have some action. You're not going home, and neither are your men. You're going to stay here all night, if necessary. And tomorrow and the next day. I promise the masked man you'll be ready for him, and you will be. We're ready to start, Sheriff. Sorry, Peter. Tonto and Calhoun are getting the men into their saddles. You're asking us to ride in this storm? He's telling you. The men are willing. Who's this you've got? Your first prisoner. It's Brand himself. Brand? Then there's nothing but a roundup from here on in. You're wrong there, Mrs. Garrison. Ten men can defend the canyon that leads to the valley against more than a hundred. Against a thousand. But there's another entrance. Where? Down the stream, Ben. You can't reach that without going through the valley. There's another canyon that leads to it upstream, but we can't lose any more time. In a few hours, that stream will be a torrent. I don't have to tell you. What are you waiting for, Sheriff? I'm ready. We'll leave Brand with you, Mrs. Garrison. His ropes are tight, but you'd better keep a gun handy. I've got one right here. I'll Brand him if he tries any funny business. Let's go, Sheriff. Tell them to get mounted, Sheriff. Not me. Miss Garrison said you were taking charge, and that suits me. Into your saddles, men. Open at them. Come on, Silver. With the Lone Ranger and Tonto on the lead, the posse raced across the storm-swept plain. The rain beat against the slickers of the men in lightning flights. They were forced to pick their way with hair over the rocky ground leading to the canyon. Then, once between its steep walls, Silver broke into a run again. On toward the stream bed. When the bank was reached, the Lone Ranger raised his arm and a command to halt. The water hasn't risen much yet, Tonto. The storm's passing over. What makes you say that? Thunder's far away. What do you think, Tonto? That's not Thunder. High water coming? Yes. It'll be close, but we can make it. Pass the word back to the men, Tonto. Tell them they can't get out of the stream bed until the valley is reached. And if that water catches them, they're done for. Tell them if the horses aren't up to a hard ride, I want them to stay here. Our monks are good. We're with you to the last man. Then come on. A raging torrent, a band of outlaws, sudden death behind and desperate men ahead. The pounding of hoops echoing like gunshots between the walls were nearly drowned in the roar that crept closer and closer. At last, a break to be seen in the cliff on the right. The valley was in sight. But now the wall of water raced toward them. The lives of 30 men hung on the balance. Tired horses were urged up and out of the stream. Rock gave way to grass, and then... The bud rushed by. Hungry waves broke at the very feet of the horses. But the lone ranger had turned his back on the conquered threat to face the danger ahead. What are those lights over there, Calhoun? That's the big camp. All the men who weren't in the canyon will be there. Shall we surround it? Not yet. We started shooting here in the valley. The men who were guarding the canyon could make a break for it and get away. There's a path that leads to the top of the cliff over there. Tonto and I'll take it. That's all you got down for the cliff this afternoon, huh? Yes. We'll circle the canyon. When we posted ourselves at the other opening, we'll fire three shots. Just the two of you gonna hold the opening? That's all it'll take. Divide your men into two groups, Sheriff. Ten in one, twenty in the other. The smaller group can surround the bunkhouse and capture the men inside. The larger one drives for the canyon. It's gonna be mighty dark in there. The rain stops. The clouds are breaking. There's a full moon tonight. By the time Tonto and I are in position, we'll have plenty of light. Don't move until you hear my signal, Sheriff, and then move fast. When our attack comes as a complete surprise, we can round up this gang in less than an hour. Any questions? Nope. You sure got everything covered. Let's go, Tonto, but hold Scout in. We don't want to make any more noise getting past the cabins. Come on, Silver. Turn up, Scout. The great white stallion and the paint faded into the darkness. Half an hour passed. The moon broke through the clouds, and the sheriff became impatient. They can see us from the cabin now. It's a mile away. It's getting awful light, though. You can't spoil everything now, Sheriff. The masked man and the engine had a tough climb. You gotta wait until they're ready. You gotta head for this sort of thing, Calhoun. Too bad you never thought of being a lawman. Well, I've been doing a lot in Lincoln Lakey. There, that's it. You got your orders, men. Let's go. The sheriff's posse swept toward the bunkhouse in the canyon. At the far end, the Lone Ranger and Tonto waited. They're driving them toward us. Ah, your plan worked good. Hear that? Ah, horse come round Ben plenty soon. They're trying to get away. Don't shoot. I give up. Throw down your guns and get off that horse. Yeah. Yeah, anything you say. Now, walk over here with your hands up. Don't shoot, mister. I'm reaching. You rope him. Yes, Sergeant. He's the first. And here's the second. Brain up, Ted. Desperate but disorganized, the outlaws were driven from their cover one by one. And one by one, they made a break for it, only to be stopped by the Lone Ranger and Tonto at the entrance to the canyon. In less than an hour from the time the posse rode into the valley, every outlaw was rounded up outside the bunkhouse. What was he do with cattle? The stolen cattle here in the valley? Ah. And they're safe here until these crooks have been taken to jail. The ranchers can come back tomorrow. Hmm. Outlaw change brand. They'll be able to separate them. A mask, man? Yes, Sheriff. Look who I've got here. Slade, eh? You can't arrest me. I never belonged to the gang. They took me prisoner. Brand will have something to say about that, Sheriff. Slade was the one who brought him all his information from the outside. You can't take the word of an outlaw against mine. Was your ranch ever raided? That don't prove nothing. Why, Tunkett, they left you alone. I'm an honest man. You're as crooked as Brand himself. You're a no-good renegade. When the sheriff brings you up for trial, I'll be glad to tell the jury that you tried to murder me. I never. I only told Brand who you were. I mean... Do you need any more proof, Sheriff? That's enough for me. Take charge of him, Calhoun. A pleasure. And by the way, you said you'd been doing a lot of thinking lately. That's right. The masked man started me. Would you like to be one of my regular deputies? You mean that? Say yes, and I'll swear you in right now. I'd like to take chances, and I guess a lawman has more than his share. Yes or no? Yes. Do you swear to uphold the law and perform the duties of Deputy Sheriff to the best of your ability, so help you? I do. Shake on it. Thanks, Sheriff. Where's the masked man? No, he was here, but... He's gone. It's too bad. I'd like to thank him, too. We all feel the same way. But there's one thing we can be sure of. What's that? If we ever need him bad again, he'll be on hand to help us. I'll sell my home. 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