A horse with the speed of light, a crowd of dust, and a hearty, high old silver, the Lone Ranger. Being a 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. A lot of the past come a-thundering hoof beats of the great horse silver. The Lone Ranger rides again! Don't kill this! Let's go, big fellow! Don't kill this! An owner of the cafe in Woodstock died. His wife, Liz, stepped into his shoes and took over. She not only ran the cafe, but bought the gang of gun slicks who had worked secretly for Chuck. The men readily allowed Liz to take over as their leader, because she was in a position to get a line on good jobs. Her cafe was a good cover for their activities, and her ranch a safe hideout right near the town. One day in her office in back of the cafe, Liz was talking to two of the men. A tough killer named Savage, and a younger man named Bill. Now look, since Chuck died, I've been head of the gang. And you have to admit, I've done a good job of it. You sure have, Liz. Yeah, we've all made dough working with you, Liz. Glad to hear you say so. And Savage, there's going to be another job tomorrow. Go get the gang together. Tell him I'll meet him at my ranch tonight. Sure, Liz. What's the job you got lined up? One that'll be a stint. There's a payroll coming from Pecos on the stage tomorrow. But it won't be in the strong bar step on the beach. How do they carry it? The special deputy is going to ride in the coach and bring it in his luggage bag. Now I want you to get that bag and bring it here to me. How did you find out about it, Liz? I was over in Pecos there before yesterday, remember? No, no, that's right. Well, I got to be friends with that fellow who's the special deputy. Yes? He said he was making a trip here to Woodstock and asked if he could call on me. I guess he decided I was a nice, wealthy widow worth calling on. He's shooting for a letter, Liz. Yeah. You see, he confided to me that I was the only one he told about why I was coming here. So wait a minute. If you're the only one he told me robbing the payroll, you'll maybe remember about telling you... Yeah, I thought of that. So that's the reason you're to see he don't live to do any talking. You mean you want him killed? That's the general idea, Liz. I haven't been with a gang long, Liz. And I didn't know you went in for killing. Getting squinted, huh? I just don't like it. The fact is, you can consider I'm quitting the gang as of now. Well, I'll go out to the ranch bunkhouse and get my stuff, then I'll head south. Bill, I don't reckon you know what you're saying. Oh, yes, I do. That's the way it is, and I'm not going to change my mind. Maybe you don't know that nobody quits my gang. Well, then I'll be the first. That's all I got to say, Liz. Nice knowing you. Come on. Hold it, but it's you and you can't... Let him go. Liz, you heard about the plans to hold up the stage. Yeah? And that means he's liable to stick your head in the noose as well as mine. Now, that ought to tell you what to do, Sadie. You mean... He said he was going out to the ranch right now. You follow him and put a bullet in him. You know, I sort of got to like that hombre, Liz. I hate to... Look, you do what I tell you. Now, get going. You or Liz? Yes, yes, sir. You're the boss. I'll get back and let you know how I'm a guy. That same morning in the hills near Woodstock, the Lone Ranger and Tonto were preparing to leave their temporary camp. The horses had been saddled, and the three men were talking as they stowed away their gear. The outlaw gang were hunting. Must be hiding near Woodstock, Tonto. Ah, there are many holdups and murders during the past year. Them all happened down this way. The last job they pulled was a holdup at Liz Creston's cafe in Woodstock a week ago. Is that right? Yeah, I used to think her husband Chuck was tied in with cooks. Since he's dead and their place was robbed, I... Then say Liz Creston makes plenty hot talk to sheriff. She blamed him for not finding outlaws. Yes, I know. Chuck, not on trail. Let's go see about it. It's really easy. Come on, Tonto. Come on, Tonto. The masked man, an Indian, run to the bend of the trail and saw a man lying on the ground. Look, saw a man lying on the ground, Tonto. Someone must have ambushed him. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. In the back. In bed. Quit the gang. Deputy. Go on, Tonto. To quit gang. Mentioned special deputy. He must have been with the outlaw gang. But if he was shot by a deputy, the man who shot him wouldn't leave. That's right, Kimasabi. We'll bury him, Tonto. Then we'll ride toward town. Maybe you can find out something there. Later, the lone ranger and Tonto rode to the edge of town. The masked man waited while his Indian companion went into Woodstock to try to get news. Tonto was standing in the back of the cafe when the sheriff entered. Hey, Joe. Is Liz Creston back in her office? I reckon he is, Gerald. Do you want to see me, Ted? Oh, hello, Liz. I was just coming out of the office when I heard you asking for me. What's on your mind? Say, a cowpoke from the bar she spread just brought in a horse he found grazing out along the trail. It's the room that young fellow who was working for you was using. You mean Bill Kittman's room? Yeah, I reckon that's his name. I wonder something must have happened to Bill then. He was on the way to my ranch with a message for the cowhands. I see. I'll get a couple of deputies and backtrack on the room. Maybe we can find out where Bill is and what happened to him. Good, good. I'll ride along with you, Sheriff. I sure hate to think anything happened to Bill. He was one of my best workers. He seemed like a nice enough hombre to me. I'll meet you outside in ten minutes, Lane. All right, Sheriff. I'll be there. As the sheriff went out the front door, Cotto eased out the back way. The multi-scout rode to the grove outside of town where the lone ranger was waiting. Oh, look, Cotto. Oh, Cotto. Is this, Cotto? Uh-uh. Ranch hands on bar see spread bring in horse and find long trail. It may be horse, young color who get shot was riding. The horse wasn't in size until he reached the man. That's right. Sheriff talked to Liz Preston. Him say a fellow who worked for her named Bill Pitten. Liz get ready to ride with sheriff and deputies to backtrack on the horse. I see. We'll head back to our camp for the time being and wait there. Because of what that dying man said, I want to do some thinking. Here's a little bit. Oh, hello, there's nothing. The sheriff and his two deputies rode back along the trail with Liz Preston. Well, so far, we haven't seen anything of them, Liz. I got a feeling somebody dried those team, Sheriff. So I can't figure out why they should. Hey, hold on, Sheriff. Look there. Ho, ho, ho, ho. Here's where something happens. Like where a horse might have thrown somebody. That's right. For a few minutes, the sheriff studied the ground thoroughly. Then he spoke. There's marks of two horses coming down trail and stopping here. Yeah, and there's two sets of footprints. Those footprints lead back into the sagebrush over there. Let's follow me. Sure. Carefully studying the ground, the sheriff and the others finally came to the spot where the Lone Ranger and Tonto had made a shallow grave for Bill. Holy mackerel. Looks like somebody made a grave here. Yeah, they even had the mill to put up a little wooden cross over it. Let's get to work, fellas. The sheriff and his men finally uncovered a body. Yeah. Still all right. Whoever did this is going to pay for it. Yep, he sure will, Liz. Might as well fill in the grave again. Let's get going. All right. After unfilling the grave, the sheriff stood up and spoke. There. That's done. Cool fella. Yeah. Go out to the trail and try to pick up the tracks of the two men who brought Bill here. Come on. The trail left by the Lone Ranger and Tonto led to the grove of trees on the edge of town. When the sheriff and the others reached the grove, they stopped in puzzlement. Oh, oh, oh. Looks like one of them waited here while the other went on into town. Yeah. Look this, yeah. Tracks coming back to the grove from town. Then a trail of two horses circling off to the left and heading back to the hills. All right. Thunder, he's right. Well, Judge might have got a ring sign. All right, let's go. We'll keep on that trail until we catch the armory or murdered poor Bill Pittman. Get up there. Get up here. The morning had passed and the Lone Ranger and Tonto at their camp had finished lunch. The masked man had done a lot of thinking and finally he spoke his thoughts to the Indian. That fellow we found dying spoke of trying to leave a gang that you heard in town that he worked for Liz Creston. That's right. Hotel Sheriff he sent young fellow to her ranch with message this morning. Strange. If you were working for Liz, how could he be with... Silver, good morning. Somebody must be approaching the camp. Take your song out of it. That's all right. Come and close to us. And leave. Look, there's your and light up gullies. Get close to camp. You're making a mistake, Sheriff. Don't be making one if you don't do like I did. Go run and get us out of here. He might. You see him now. All right, Sheriff. We've dropped our guns. All right, everybody. George and arms. Here, here. Here, here. Oh, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho. All right, Thunder, a mass outlaw and an Indian. We're not outlaws. We expected you to deny us. And I suppose you deny killing and burying Bill Pittman, too. We didn't kill him. We heard a shot and then found him lying on the trail. Was he dead when you found him? He died a moment after we got there. The only decent thing to do was to bury him. For my money, Sheriff, I'd say we found Bill's killers. I sure he's lying when he says they didn't shoot him. What I told you is the truth. Who'd believe a mass outlaw who's like you, mister? Sheriff, Bill was one of my best friends, both in town and at my ranch. For his sake, I want to see Justice Judge. That's right. Sheriff Bill Pittman is very busy out there. He even knows my name. Well, to answer your question, Bill wasn't one to quibble about working hours. He was always around when I wanted him. I see. Enough of this, Gavin. We're taking you and that Indian into jail. And by thunder, you'll hang for murder. The curtain falls on the first act of our lone ranger adventure. Before the next exciting scene, please permit us to pause for just a few moments. Ranger and Toto stood facing the sheriff, who with Liz and the two deputies were still mounted. The four horses had drawn together in a group. The sheriff spoke. Jed, go get their horses over there and bring them here. I know that they're still saddled. All right, kid. When Jed brings those horses, both of you mouth and ride out to the trail in front of us, Daddy. Just as you say. The deputies stopped Silver and Scout just alongside the lone ranger and Toto. As he dropped the reins and started forward to join the others, the lone ranger whistled sharply and the great horse, Silver, suddenly leaped forward, slamming against the deputy's horse and swinging around in front of the lone ranger. In that split second, the masked man quickly reached down and grabbed his gun from the ground. Then as the deputy's horse reared and bumped against the other horses, causing momentary confusion, the lone ranger and Toto covered the group with their guns. Look! They have their guns! As the sheriff aimed his gun, the lone ranger shot, creaking the sheriff's wrist. Now all of you, do as I say! Grumbling about the quick turn of events, the sheriff and the others threw their guns aside. Then the lone ranger and Toto quickly mounted and headed toward the trail of the fast jump. The guns one of you quick! Get him, Sheriff! Man alive! I never saw such fast movement and such fast shooting. And now they've gone through the trees out of gun range. Here's our guns! Sheriff, now that you saw them and know they killed Bill Pittman, let's go back and get a big posse. Then we'll pick up their trail and make sure they don't try any more tricks to get away. Sure! Good idea, Miss. Let's get the posse now. Get up there! Get up! Taking care to cover their tracks cleverly. Then they stopped in a secluded hollow. Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! That's plenty close to him, sir. Yes, I know. What will you do now? Liz Creston was somewhat anxious when she asked if Pittman was dead when we found him. For that moment, too, she was more or less implying that we did find him already dying. But then did she say she think we'd kill her? She did change, of course. The way she said was he dead when you found him makes me think she knew he'd been shot by the time we got to him. Then you think... Before I become definite about what I think, Otto, I want to investigate that ranch of hers. But fellas say him try to quit gang. Him speak of special deputy. From what Liz said, I'd say Bill Pittman didn't have time to do anything more than work for her. No, no, no. Maybe she has something to do with outlaw gang. It could be. That's what we're going to find out. All right, let's go. Come on, Phil! It was early afternoon when the lone ranger and Otto, leaving their horses in a hidden spot nearby, went on foot to look around at Liz Creston's ranch. They moved cautiously and soon managed to reach the bunkhouse without being seen by anyone. As they crouched under the bunkhouse window, they heard voices inside. Well, I noticed you put some of Bill's stuff with your own. Why'd you do that, Sammy? Good. I happen to know he won't be with us any longer. What makes you think that? I got my reason. Where'd you see him last? Say, this morning just before I let Liz's office come out here and tell you about that special deputy that's coming on the stage tomorrow. Well, I haven't been here too long already. I'll get back to town now. I'll see you later. Come on. Come on. Ah, you must speak of special deputy coming on stage tomorrow. Oh, I heard that too. Well, I'm following to town. Yeah, sir. Get it. Sheriff, with Liz and his two deputies, returned to town. Liz entered the cafe and went to her office. A short time later, Savage came in. Well, Savage, where you been keeping yourself all this time? Out at the ranch. I stayed and had lunch with the boys after I told them about the gang reading the stage tomorrow. Well, I settled the score with Bill like you told me to, Liz. Yeah, yeah, I know. But how come two hombres got to him even before he died? How do you know that? A cowpoke brought in Bill's horse. Yeah. I went out there with the sheriff and his deputies. They found a grave where the two hombres buried Bill. Later, we surprised them in their camp, but they got away. I shot him as he went over a ride on the trail. And as I was going to ride on and make sure I heard horses coming so I beat them before they could see me. What did they look like, Liz? A masked hombre riding a white stallion and an Indian who had a paint. Yeah, sounds like a couple of owl hoots, huh? Well, luck's with us. They got the blame, huh? Yeah. The sheriff is getting a big potty right now to go trail him again. Now, Savage, here's a pencil and paper. Yeah. I'll draw on that showing just how we'll go after that stage tomorrow to get that payroll. ...table near the office door. The door had fallen ajar slightly so that fortunately Tonto had overheard what was being said. He quietly left the cafe and met the Lone Ranger at a prearranged spot among the trees behind the cafe. After hearing what Tonto had learned, the Lone Ranger spoke. There's Crestner behind Bill Pittman's desk. He must be the leader of the outlaw gang we've come to find. Ah. Then plan to hold up stage tomorrow. Yes, I want you to send a telegram to our friend Marshal Jones in Pecos. For a few moments, the Lone Ranger wrote on a piece of paper which he had taken from his pocket. Take long you got to reply, Tonto. Wait near the telegraph office until you see the telegram delivered to the sheriff. Then go bring him here to me. Ah, me do that. Me go right now. Good. Sometime later, as the sheriff was just about to leave his office, a man came and knew the telegram. Well, Jed, I reckon the posse is ready to ride now. Yeah, they're waiting, sir. Sheriff, I got a telegram for you. Telegram, huh? Well, give it here. Yeah, here it is. Let's see him. Sheriff Tate, Woodstock. We see word gang in your vicinity planned to rob stage tomorrow. A masked man riding white stallion accompanied by an Indian will contact you. They are to be trusted and can lead you to gang. Marshal Jones, take it. Doggone. Did you hear that yet? Hey, dear. Those are the two hombres we're getting ready to trade. Yeah, but it looks like we've made a mistake like the masked man said. Now, how on thunder am I supposed to go by? Hey, look. The Indians. You get a message from Marshal Jones? Yes. And if he says you and that masked ombre are all right, it must be so. Now, take me to him. I've got to see him right away. Ah, you come. Come on, Jed. Two minutes later, Tonto led the sheriff and deputy to the grove behind the cafe where the lone ranger was waiting. Hello, Sheriff. Sorry about your risk. Howdy, mister. The Indians told me who you are. I'm the one that should be sorry. Well, let's forget it. Well, we know who killed Bill Pittman. We feel certain we know the leader of the outlaw gang has been operating around here. Great date. So, if there'll be no question of proof, I have a time to fix them. Now, here's what I... ...reanger put his plan to effect. Meanwhile, Savage was still in the office with Liz Creston, talking over the plan for the next day. Now, without everything straight, Savage, you'll leave the boys and afterwards come right back here to me. Have the others go back to the range. All right, Maeve. Say, look, the Batman coming in the back door. As he walked slowly into the office, the lone ranger left the back door slightly at jive. What do you want here? You're crazy to think you can get away with this when the posse is leaving the table. I want to join your jail, Liz. Well, if all the nerves listen to that. I don't know what you're talking about. Yes, you do. You could use a good gun, singer. At the same time, you'd be sure I wouldn't talk out of turn. What did you mean by that? Yeah, I guess what do you mean, mister? I told you Pittman wasn't dead yet when we got to him. Remember? Well, what about it? He talked before he died. What's more since he wasn't dead yet and still conscious, he was in the position to see who shot him. You mean he's so many before I... Shut up, Betty! Look, do I got to join your gang or not? You better let him join Liz. It'll be safer if he was one of us. So, Bill Pittman told you it was our gang, huh? The squealer got what he deserved. We give lead to quitters, mister. What's more, Pittman wasn't much as an outlaw anyway. On the bank job we pulled here a month ago, he was shaking in his boots. I'm used to top Andre's working with the gang. If necessary, we plug an Andre who tries to get in our way like the guard on the leaping stage a while back. So, you see, mister, if you do join... Sheriff, I'll... Just move! I'm hitting... Don't kill me, sir! Sheriff, Sheriff arrest this hombre. He tried to hold us up and we know he killed Pittman. Shut up, Liz. Me and my men heard all that was said. They were standing just outside the partly open door. Now, look at here, Sheriff. I sent a policy out to your ranch to get the rest of the gang. Hold on. You mean just because I strung this man this hombre along with a lot of talk stalling for time I believe everything I heard. What I didn't hear I could take his word for, Liz. I think you and your men have things under control, Sheriff. Hey, Sheriff, I wrote it in the city. They're passing out all the others and they're bringing them in. Good. They all think Liz did some squealing and they talked plenty. That's fine, fine. I'll leave it, Toto, now. Our gang is one menace the West won't have to worry about any longer. All right, let's go, Toto. Adios. Sheriff, I don't study all this at all. There's a masked owl who can walk right away without you even... That's one ombly that no ornery crooks like you ever, Savvy. What? Might as they might be, he always goes in one better and rigs the West of more sneaking killers and crooks than all the lawmen around here do. You see, he's the Lone Ranger. George W. Trendle, produced by Trendle Campbell Enterprises, directed by Charles D. Livingston, and edited by Fran Stryker. The part of the Lone Ranger is played by Brink Beamer. Brink Beamer. Brink Beamer. Brink Beamer. Brink Beamer. Brink Beamer. Brink Beamer. Brink Beamer. Brink Beamer. Brink Beamer. Brink Beamer. Brink Beamer. Brink Beamer. Brink Beamer. Brink Beamer. Brink Beamer. Brink Beamer. Brink Beamer. Brink Beamer. Brink Beamer. Brink Beamer. Brink Beamer. Brink Beamer. Brink Beamer. Brink Beamer. Brink Beamer. Brink Beamer. Brink Beamer. Brink Beamer. Brink Beamer. Brink Beamer.
