A fiery horse for the speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hearty how silver, the Lone Ranger. With his faithful Indian companion, Tonto, the masked rider of the plains, led the fight for law and order in the early western United States. The stories of his strength and courage, his daring and resourcefulness, have come down to us through the generations. And 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 on the thundering hoofbeats of the great horse Silver, the Lone Ranger rides again. Come on, Silver. Let's go, big fellow. I'm Silver. The tiny lines around Steve Burnett's mouth were grim as he drove his buckboard down Mariposa's main street. They softened only when he glanced at the quiet, comely young woman and the bright-eyed youngster who sat beside him. He realized then that no matter what happened in this drought-stricken cattle country, a man's family is his greatest and most priceless possession. Ho! Ho there! I'm going over to the bank, Sharon. I won't be long. You and Tommy wait for me. Of course, Steve. Do you think Mr. Mitchell will loan you the money? Like as not, he won't. He's turned me down twice. I guess the name Burnett isn't a very good credit risk, even if I did marry John Hardy's daughter. Don't say that, Steve. Can I hold the reins while you're gone? Can I, Daddy? Why, yes, son. If you'll just kind of make believe you're driving, hold them real tight and don't move. I won't. Here. Keep your eye on them, Sharon. That team's a little skittish. Don't worry about us. Now, hold them tight, cowboy, till I get back. I will. Steady, boy. Steady, baby. Look, Mom. Here comes Grandpa Hardy and Mr. Weems. Yes, I see them, son. Now, sit up straight and be a good boy. Glad to see you, Sharon. Hello, Tommy. Hi. How are you, Father? I didn't know you were in town. Good morning, Griff. Morning, ma'am. Griff and I just rode in from the ranch. We saw your rig over here and thought we... And you waited till Steve left before you came over? Well, no, no, not exactly. I... Oh, Thunderation. Hasn't a man got a right to talk to his own daughter and his grandson? Of course he is. And if you weren't so headstrong and stubborn about Steve, we could... Headstrong? Stubborn? Who was the girl about six years ago who told her pa to mind his own business while she married a wild young Jasper named Burnett? I've never regretted it. Hmm. Hmm. Well, Griff and I are going to mosey down to the Wagon Bow Cafe. When Steve comes back, will you ask him to drop in and see me? I'll ask him, but you know how he feels. I mean about the fence you put up on the South Range. I've got my own reasons for that fence. The least he can do is listen to what I have to say. All right, Dad. I'll ask him. Hmm. Thanks, Sharon. So long, Tommy. Bye, Grandpa. Come on, Griff. Sharon said you wanted to see me, Mr. Hardy. Hmm? Oh, hello, Steve. And have a drink? No, thanks. You know Griff Weems, my foreman, don't you? Hello, Griff. Yeah, howdy, Steve. I'll get right to the point. I want to buy your ranch. You mean you want to buy the waterhole. I'll give you 5,000 cash. It's not for sale. Oh, listen, Burnett. We're in the middle of the worst drought in 20 years. I've got 50,000 head of stock at the Flying Tee. You've got a small place and a waterhole. Now, how much do you want for it? It's not for sale. I know you only paid 500 for the spread six years ago. You're not having any luck out there now. You know why I'm not having any luck? Because my place is smack up against the south line of the Flying Tee. Because you've fenced every foot of that line, which keeps me from reaching the main trail into town. The fence is there to keep out rustlers. But it forces me to drive my herd across the Badlands to find a decent graze. I lose tears every day because I haven't got the money to build a fence from my own range. And the bank won't loan me any money. I offered you 5,000. I'll make it six. No, thanks. You started this squeeze play, Hardy. Looks like the drought is going to finish it. I'm not so sure it was me who made the first move. What do you mean by that? I put up the fence because somebody was stealing cattle. Now, you figure it out. Why, you... If I hadn't promised Sharon, I wouldn't punch you in the jaw, I... We're wasting time. How much do you want for the ranch? More than you've got. More than you'll ever have. The Flying Tee stock never gets watered soon enough for me. Adios. Hey, Steve. Duke McCoy. What do you want? Kind of riled up, ain't you, Steve? Hate to see anybody leave my place feeling that way. It's bad for business. I've got nothing against your cafe, Duke. It's more than I can say for some of your customers. Yeah. I heard that palaver you were having with John Hardy. Seems like you and your father-in-law don't get along. That's no secret. You know, Steve, you're sitting on top of a million dollars. I've got a little proposition... I'm not interested in any propositions, Duke. From you, John Hardy, or anyone else. Oh, I see. Well, if you cool off and change your mind, come in and see me. I won't change my mind about anything. Least of all about the people in this town. So long, Duke. He sure is steamed up. Yep. He sure is. The Lone Ranger and Tonto, after riding for several days through the drought-stricken country surrounding Mariposa, had reached the important water hole just south of Steve Burnett's ranch. Easy, Silver. Take it easy. Don't drink too fast, fella. Well, this is the worst dry spell I've ever seen, Tonto. Ah, it's plenty bad. Not rain for two moons. Rivers dry up. Fellow who owned this water hole, him's plenty lucky. Yes, the only one for miles around. I thought this was part of the Flying Tee range. I noticed a new line fence about a mile back, so I must be mistaken. Ah. Fence cross main trail. You're not savvy. Well, if the land belongs to the Flying Tee, the owner's entitled to fence it. Make trail to Mariposa. Plenty long. It won't bother us. We'll follow the fence for a few miles and then turn south. I think the horses have had enough, Tonto. You feel the canteens? Ah. Good. Steady, big fella. We can take our time. There's no hurry. Ah. Come on, Silver. Get up, Scout. You see, Sharon, I could have taken your dad's offer. $5,000 is a lot of money. No, it isn't. Not if it means giving up our home. And I didn't want to argue with your father, either. He made me so mad when he practically accused me of stealing your stock. I don't blame you. Dad can be the most narrow and reasonable person in the world. I ought to know. Sharon. Sharon, would you make the same mistake if you had it to do over again? Mistake? What do you mean? Marry a puncher with two strikes against him because his old man was a cattle rustler. Work hard for six years on a beat-down, two-bit spread that has an amount of... You can stop that kind of talk right now, Steve Burnett. Sharon, don't get that... To start with, I didn't make a mistake. I married a man with strength and courage. A man who can stand on his own two feet and fight, no matter what happens. He's honest and good and kind and proud to be his wife. I wouldn't trade places with any other woman in the world. I, uh... Sharon, I'm the luckiest hombre who ever lived. Hey, Daddy, we're home. You better stop here in the shade. That's right, Tommy. I guess I wasn't paying much attention. Oh, oh there. Well, the bank won't loan any money, so we can't fence our range. Oh, we've still got a house and a barn. Everything will work out. Don't worry about it, Steve. Yeah, I'll help you down, Sharon. Thanks. Daddy, can I hold the reins again just for a minute? All right, son. But don't forget to hold... Steve! What's wrong? Look, a rattlesnake coiled right in front of the horses. Back, Sharon. Step back. I'll blow its head off. Tommy! Steve, the team is running away. The snake and the gunfire scared him. Smashed right into the corral gate. Tommy! Oh, Steve, he's hurt. A big cut on his head. Oh, Tommy! I'll carry him into the house. There. The scotch will be the best place until we... Yes, I'll get some water. Steve, we've got to have a doctor, quick. I'll saddle a horse and ride into town and get Doc Jenkins. Oh, it's serious. I know it is. He's unconscious and... Hurry, please hurry. I can make it inside of two hours. Not now. Not since Dad put the fence across the main trail. You can't possibly... Who says I can't? I'd like to see anybody stop me. Do everything you can for him, Sharon. I'll be back with the doctor. Faster, boy, faster! Now, here's where the trailer cuts through. Oh, oh, there. I'll throw a rope around one of those poles and jerk it back far enough. What's going on there, fly boy? Where do you think you're going? Waco. You know me. I'm Steve Burnett. I've got to take this short trail into town. It's an emergency. Who is it, Waco? Steve Burnett. All set to pull down the fence and ride through. And neither of you can stop me. A little boy's been hurt. He needs a doctor. I can save two hours riding time by going through here. But you're not going to do it. This range belongs to the Flying T. And telling lies won't help you none. Don't reach for it, Burnett. I got you covered. You can't stop me from going. Who's this coming? Some more fence pullers? Looks like a hombre wearing a black mask and an engine. Outlaws, huh? Must be friends of yours, Steve. You dirty... All three of you had better line out of here. Get moving. I tell you, I've got to reach Mariposa quick and bring back a doctor. My boy's been hurt. We got orders to keep freebooters off in this range. And that means you. You don't understand. This is a case of life and death. Why don't you let him ride through? There's no harm in that. No harm in plugging a nosy owl hoot either. Savvy? Or maybe you only understand six-gun talk. Maybe. My little boy needs a doctor. I'm going to get one. And you can't stop me. Touch that fence again and I won't be so careful. You dirty lead-slinging hyena. My guns are in my saddlebag. I'll match any time. Stay away from that horse. You hadn't been so proddy, I'd have let you ride away from here, Burnett. Now you're going to walk. Start moving. I think it's time I drew a few cards in this game. Drop those guns, both of you. What the? Fill him, Waco. Burn him down. Oh, my hand. Slug crease my hand. Cover me, Toto. Here, swing up. If you have to get to Mariposa, ride double with me. Yeah, I... That's it. Move, move it. Get up, scout. They're getting away. Stand your block, Waco. We'll run them down. The curtain falls in the first act of our Lone Ranger story. Before the next exciting scenes, please permit us to pause for just a few moments. How to continue our story. Even though the great horse, Silver, was carrying double weight, the Lone Ranger, Toto, and Steve Burnett arrived in Mariposa a short time later with no visible signs of pursuit. Oh, hold on. Oh, hold on. Easy. Is this Dr. Jenkins' house? Yes. I'll get him. And we'll have to find another saddle horse. Don't worry about that. Hurry, man. John, Slim and Waco just rode in from the South Range. Said they had a little ruckus out there with Steve Burnett. Where? With Steve? How'd that happen? He was trying to pull down the fence and ride through. Had a mast outlaw and a redskin siding him. They got away, but the boys brought back Steve's saddle horse. It's the proof we've been looking for. A black and white stallion. Black and white stallion, eh? I'm sorry to hear it, Griff. I've been looking for it. Well, the boys are right outside. They'll tell you about it. Waco! Slim! Yeah, Griff. He's stable the horse, Griff. I hear you had some trouble with Steve. Burnett really wanted to get through. Kept yapping about how his kid was being hurt and how he had to get to a doctor. Of course, Waco, and I knew that was just... What's that? You mean little Tommy? My grandson has been hurt? I guess so, but he was... What are you, half-witted gun lice? What do you mean by... Griff, saddle some horses. We're riding over to Steve's place right now. Has the doctor told you anything, Steve? Not yet. He and Cher and I are in there with Tommy. How is he? I mean... It was a fractured skull, Steve. Pressure on the brain. Very serious. I know. But will it get better? Steve, I'd rather take a beating than to tell you this. Tommy's chances are getting better. Gone. We... I mean, I... Got here too late. Doc, you can't mean that Tommy... He's dead, Steve. Sympathy's a mighty poor word. In fact, there aren't any words to tell you how Tonto and I feel. We'd like to help you if we can. Thanks, mister. You've already done plenty. More than anybody else. Sorry. Somebody come. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Steve, the boy's told me about that ruckus at the lying fence. I brought back your horse. Thanks. Is there any truth in there, palaver, that little Tommy got hurt? Truth? Truth? I'll give it to you straight, you bloodthirsty conniving hypocrite. Tommy's dead. Dead because you think more of fence in a few miles of land than you do of human life. That's what stopped a doctor from getting here in time to save him. Dead? But, Steve, I didn't know... Where's Sharon? In the house. I'll go in and see. No, you won't. Put your foot back in the stir-up, Hardy. You and Weems had better dig your spurs and ride. Because if you don't, I'm going to trigger this gun. Oh, Steve. You heard me ride. I... Come on, Griff. Get up there. Come on, come on. Get up. Dirty murderer. Steve. I don't know how you're going to make camp nearby. If we can help, let us know. Thanks again, stranger. You may be an outlaw, but you're twice as slow as... You, uh... You've suffered a great loss, Steve. It'll take time to forget. I don't want to forget. I'll remember as long as I live. From now on, it's me against John Hardy and the Flying T. I know exactly what I'm going to do. Is that so? Duke McCoy at the Wagon Bow offered me a proposition. I'm going to take it. Several days passed. The death of his son had deepened the lines in Steve Burnett's face and nurtured the hatred in his heart. Duke McCoy wasn't surprised when the young rancher walked into the Wagon Bow and agreed to his proposition to fence the water hole. Tonto reported to the Lone Ranger. Oh, God. Oh, for the hole. Oh, for the hole. Oh. What did you find out, Tonto? Me watch water hole. Fellow McForman, a flying tee, paid dollar a head to water stock. That is true. I couldn't believe that Steve Burnett would take advantage of a drought too... Yes, Lone Ranger. You right over there? No, Tonto. This feud started when John Hardy first put a fence along his south range. We're going to find out why he did it. Monser. Get him out. So I paid off, John. That's all I could do. Once the stock had smelled water, there was no turning back. A dollar a head. If we drive our main herd over there, I won't have enough money to pay it. It'll break me. Over 200 a day, you're dying off now. I didn't think Steve would go this far. No matter how much he hated me. But I guess it can't be helpful. Sure it can, John. If you go to the law, tell him why you fence the south range and then... Oh, it wouldn't be fair to Sharon. She's already lost, Tommy. Seems to me the truth would help everybody. I agree with you. What? Masked? It's the same hombre you saw at Steve's place. I don't agree with you. I have you covered. What do you want? The answer to the question I overheard as I came in. Why did you fence that south range, Mr. Hardy? To keep out a rustler. What business is it of yours? A rustler? Why? Sure. An ungrateful cuss who rides a black and white coyote. Shut up. I see. By the way, was Steve at the waterhole tonight when you paid off for watering your stock? Why, no. Matt Sawyer and some other army. Who, uh, who's Matt Sawyer? Nobody. Just a freebooter, a gun hand who used to work for Duke McCoy. McCoy, huh? Now, the whole thing does begin to make sense. Now, to me, it doesn't. Not any more than a mask outlaw. We're making it in here, drawing a gun. Maybe the next time I come in, a gun won't be necessary. Adios. You fine to answer, Kimo Sadi? Not yet, Tonto. Silly silver. I think we will before the night's over. Is there a livery stable near the wagon boat saloon in Mariposa? Ah. Good. That's where we're heading. Silly silver. Let's go. Here it is, Steve. Two hundred and fifty bucks. Duke said to give you your cutter as fast as it came in. You think Griff Weems is going to drive any more stock over there tonight? I don't know. He was pretty mad about the price. But John Hardy's main herd is better down just over the ridge. My guess is once them cow critters smell water, we'll have plenty of business. He won't be able to pay it. Nobody around here has that much cash. Even John Hardy. Then we take over the steers in exchange for our water. Is that right? Yeah. Yeah, I guess so. Well, I'd better get back on a job. Duke's riding out later on. Good night. Good night. Steve? Sharon. You still up? The window's open here on the porch. I couldn't help but hear what that man said, Steve. You know it sometime. Might as well be now. You've fenced in the water hole, haven't you? Well, you're charging a dollar a head to water stock. What if I am? The water belongs to me. In the middle of a drought? When everyone's stock is dying for lack of it? You mean the flying tee? That's why I did it. I'll make him pay until he... You still hold my father responsible for Tommy's death. Don't you, Steve? Sure. Don't you? No. It was an accident. Dad loved Tommy. I knew he did. I lost my son. Now I'm losing you. What do you mean? The Steve I loved wasn't hard or bitter or vengeful. He was honest and kind. Huh. A lot of good it did me. Oh, Steve, can't you see how wrong you are? How you're hurting me? Hurting yourself? No. Then I think we're through, Steve. I don't belong here anymore. I'll pack a few things and ride over to Dad's place. Suit yourself. Bye. Goodbye, Steve. We're in luck. It won't take long. Over there, boy. You know, four or five horses here. Get away. What we look for, Kim. I'll tell you if I... Black and white stallion. That's right. But I'm not so sure about those black spots. They may be... Not a match, Tonto. There. There. That's the proof we need. Look at my hand. I've just touched his flank on a black spot. See? Me not savvy. Lamp black. This horse isn't a paint, Tonto. The black spots are fate. And who do that? Duke McCoy. Let's get the horse out of here and ride for the floating tea. Mr. Hardy, you need more evidence than that? Well, I'll be... So it was that sneaking gambler Duke McCoy and not Steve. That's right. Oh, what a muddle-headed, stubborn old fool I've been. Griff, we're heading to Steve's place right now. Sure. Oh, wait. There's someone coming. Hold. Hold there, boy. Hold. Hold the center. What? Steve! I was just heading for your ranch. Is Sharon here? Sharon? Why? No. Then she must have taken the cutoff from the other side of the ridge. I made a mistake and I went to... Hey, Griff! What's wrong with you? The man heard it was bedded down on the south range. The moon changed and the stock got a whip of that water. Oh, stop jabbering. Now, what's wrong? A stampede. We can't head him off. Stampede? If Sharon took the cutoff, she's passing the ridge right now. And there's no time to lose. Come on, steady silver. Come on, silver. There she is. Steve! Or she'll be killed. How can we help her? Come on, silver. How can I... Give me your arm. Now, over this way. That's it. Hold tight. Come on, silver. What happened? You've had an air escape, Sharon. But everything's all right now. You're home. Steve, I'm so glad. I never should have left. That was my fault. Biggest mistake I ever made. If you're talking about mistakes, I think I take the first prize. All this time, Steve, I figured it was you rustling my stock. Well, forgive me, son, will you? Sure. And all the time, it was that sidewinder, Duke McCoy. The gent with the mask told me all about it. McCoy used lamp black to make a white stallion look like your paint, Steve. That's why I fenced the range. I thought you were stealing flying T-steers. I didn't want to go to the law about it. But McCoy and his gun hands got what was coming to him. They were all hunkered down near Steve's water hole when that stampeding herd of beef hit it. Where's the masked man? He solved everything, and he saved Sharon's life. Yeah. Nerviest stunt I've ever seen. He didn't stay around long enough for me to thank him. I'd like to thank him, too. Not for saving my life, but because he brought us all together again and gave me back the real Steve, the man I married. The story you have just heard is a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated. The story you have... Where are you from? The story you have just said me for you. What the way are you doing? Is that why I cannot give you back the facts? See you. The story we are getting to you… Do you follow you? It's amazing, Craig. By the way, you will be sekali for us. I – you need the best, and you never ever attack this – Or maybe one person that�니다 have heard it. iff until you have a ton of minutes Micrage and you have trouble out of us. 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