a fiery horse with the speed of light, a cloud of dust and a hearty hi-yo silver, the Lone Ranger. With his faithful Indian companion, Tonto, the masked rider of the plains led the fight for justice in the early days of the western United States. His great strength and courage were always at the service of anyone who needed help, and he lived to see law and order, peace and security established on the frontier. It was he more than any other man who made the winning of the West possible. Return with us now to those thrilling days of yesteryear when adventure lay at the end of every trail. The Lone Ranger rides again. Come on, silver, old boy! We're heading north to Crystal River! Hi-yo, silver! Hawaii! The sky and the east were just beginning to grow light when the slender figure of a young woman stole toward the humble adobe home of Pablo and Conchita Garcia. Clinging to the shadows, she paused before the door. In her arms was a blanketed bundle, now it stirred and a faint cry escaped. There, darling, don't cry. Don't cry. A mother will cry. She bent to the ground, gently placed the baby against the wall close to the door, and... You'll be happy, sweet. These are good people. The padre himself has told me so, and someday I'll be back. You are the lazy good for nothing. Come, it is time for work! Oh, Diablo! All the time you say work, work, work! Work, she is only for manana. Tomorrow, yes. Today, no. What is for breakfast, eh? Ah, tostado, tortilla! Buenos, Conchita! Oh, you are the big... Dios, what is that? La hia. The baby. Come! Santa madre! But what's on this? Who have laid this baby here? Here is another. Let me have it. Sacre, it is wrote in the writing of the gringo. I cannot read it. Perhaps the good padre will tell us what it says. Si. Oh, but look. Look, no longer she cry. She likes Conchita. She is happy, eh? And she is most beautiful. But, Pablo. Eh? How you know? How I know what, Conchita? That she is a she. How I know that she is a... A month later, and far to the north, the Lone Ranger and Tonto were riding across the open prairie. Look ahead there, Tonto. Oh. That's the kind of place I like to see. It's tiny, but it's well kept. Look. There's even a small garden and flowers planted in the yard. It look heep nice. The settlers are grand people, Kemosabe. And I'm afraid they don't give much attention to their homes. Not right. It isn't because they're careless or lazy. For the most part, I'd say it's simply because they feel that with the hardships of life and a new country to face, they haven't the energy to waste on minor things. Ah. I'm sure the day will come, though, when everyone will take the same pride in his home that the owner of this one does. Maybe you'll... That came from the cottage, Tonto. Come on. Get him up, Scout. A woman. In that trouble? Yes. You see horse? Two horses outside here. Go, Silver. Over the couch. Over. Oh. Hit. Come on. What the... Drop it. Pick up that knife, Tonto. Tommy. No, you don't. Oh, my hair. You asked for it. It's masked. What? We heard you scream. Wait. Your face has been cut. Oh, it's not the scratch. These fellas did that? Yes. I see. Wait on that. You'll be attended to. Who are these fellas? What are they doing here? Abby Winters sent them here. They were trying to force me to tell them what... Well, anyhow, Abby sent them. Abby Winters? Doesn't she own that big ranch the other side of town? She does. Is it true? Did Mrs. Winters send you here? What about it, stranger? I'll ask the question. Don't care. You care. I will... Take the consequences. All right. Then she did send us. Mister, when she finds out you butted in, you better make yourself scarce. Did she tell you to threaten this girl with a knife? She said to make her talk, and that was all we was doing. All we done was obey orders. Yes, you obeyed her orders. You, the sheriff, the judge, everybody around here obeys her orders. She's rich, and she's got power. And there isn't one of you that wouldn't jump through a hoop if she gave the word. But you can go back and tell her for me. I'll die before she gets my child. Take your young'un. The judge give her a court order taking the kid away from you and letting her have it. If you don't tell what you've done with the kids, you're going to find yourself in jail. Send me there. You'll get... Wait. Now then, what's this about a court order in your child? Well, I... I married Abby's son, and she hated me for it. Yes, hated me. Just like she hated anything she thought might come between her and Bob. She's nothing but a jealous, hateful old woman. Oh? She didn't want a son. She wanted a slave. She never let him get away from her. He never had a chance to be independent. She never even paid him for managing the ranch. Just gave him his living. She was so afraid he'd leave her if he had money in his pocket. He could have left anyhow. With her whining about her health and getting old and being all alone in the world every time he mentioned it. Don't pay no attention to our lies, mister. Quiet. Where's your husband now? Dead. Oh, I didn't know. I'm sorry. Yes. Bob hadn't been gone a week before she made me leave the place. I started telling everybody how bad I was that I wasn't fit to bring up my own daughter. She, she... Perhaps I can help you. Why? I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cry. Where's your daughter now? I won't tell. I won't ever tell. She won't get my baby. Why, you little fool. If you think you... Shut up and get going. What? What are you going to do? We're calling on Abby Winters. Wait a minute. We'll find out what she has to say about this. Whether she knows about your way of making this girl talk. And if you have any objections, slap leather. I'd like the chance to shoot. So that was the way of it, eh, stranger? How about it, boys? Masked fella telling the truth? Well, we just done what you told us. Told you to use a knife, eh? You said we was to make a talk and you wouldn't ask questions, huh? Uh-huh. Yeah. I recollect saying something of the sort come to think of it. Oh, oh. What are you doing, Abby? Just getting a piece of stove wood is all. Oh. Yep. Just a piece of stove wood. And I'm using that claim on you! Oh! And you! Oh, what are you doing? Like this and this. Get off of my... Move, he passed. I'll amaze them. I reckon there's more than one use for a hefty piece of stove wood. Using knives. There. Kind of a shame to use that one for kindling to come in so handy. I may have misjudged you. Misjudged me, huh? I believed at first those men had simply done what you had told them. I see I was mistaken. You was. And perhaps Mary is mistaken about you also. Don't mention that there hussy's name in this house. But listen, just... A schemer, that's what she is. Knew I was well off. Made up to my border. Well, she turned his head and he was fool enough to get hitched to her. Turned my boy again his own mother. She tells a different story. She lied. I haven't told you what she said. She lied anyhow. She don't know nothing but lies. There's a scheming, plotting, no good that found out I was a match for her. Don't need to tell me. You can't blame her for wanting to keep her daughter. A lot the young'un means to her. All she's thinking is being the only blood kin I got. Someday I'll be leaving the child while I got here. And then she figures to get her hands on it. Well, she won't. I see there's no use talking with you. You're a friend of hers, there ain't. You can go back and tell her I still got the court order saying the young'un belongs to me. She's holding out again the law and I can have her jailed any time I please. Come, Tonto. And afore long, I will. Before you act, think it over. What we do now. Tonto, remember the talk we had with our friend the Padre two weeks ago? Remember what he said about the young woman with a child that came to him and inquired about the people in his district? Maybe that same girl. I thought of that. I'll say nothing, however, until we make sure. Can we see Padre? Right. To the mission, Kimo Sabe. Come on. Get her home. Close, Silver. Come on. Move her. Padre. My friend, I had not looked to see you again so soon. And you, Tonto. Buenos dias, amigos. How? Padre, I've returned because of something you told me when we were here last. Si? You spoke of a young woman. A young woman with a child. She asked you many questions. And since that day, my friend, I have learned why she asked those questions. Yes? You will recall she inquired into the characters of those who lived near the mission. I remember. She did not ask whether they had wealth or position. She inquired only as to their characters. She did not state her purpose. And I, of course, did not insist upon an explanation. I understand, Padre. She seemed most interested when I spoke of Pablo and Conchita Garcia. And they? Are a young couple of my own race. A worthy and happy couple, amigo. Two young people with a love of life and truth. Humble. Not of great ambition, but of great heart. Go on. On the morning after, they found a child upon their door sill. This, you understand, I did not hear until after you and I had spoken, my friend. I have no doubt it was the child I saw with the young woman. You would remember this woman? Of a certainty. Was she dark, very pretty, with large, clear brown eyes? Perhaps a little over five feet in height? And did she speak like a woman of education? But you know her. It is the one, the very one. Her name is Mary Dawson. Her married name was Winters. But she assumed her maiden name on the death of her husband. You found her? Not in the way you might imagine, Padre. This is not a usual case. She did not abandon the child. She desired only to conceal it from her husband's mother. There's hatred between Mary Dawson and the child's grandmother. The grandmother was about to take custody of the child. I am sorry to hear this. The grandmother, I'm sure, has no real cause to be bitter towards Mary Dawson. Mary, on the other hand, may have judged the grandmother too harshly. My friend, when the passion of hatred is stirred, the reason grows muddy. And the eyes are blinded. You have something in mind? I'd like to reconcile Mary Dawson with Abby Winters and restore the child to the home where it belongs. A purpose worthy of you. You'll tell me where Pablo and Conchita live? Ah, that is the question I have feared. Feared? They are gone. You mean they moved to a new home? No, amigo. What has become of them, I cannot say. Neither can any other man. Although the law itself has searched. What could have happened? Yesterday, Juan Cristobal was riding near the home of the Garcias. He heard shouts in the distance. He thought nothing of them. But later, a chance passerby stopping discovered the house torn up. Evidence of a struggle. The reason, no one knows. But since that time, no one has seen either Pablo, Conchita, or the child. Padre, they must be found. If I can help... You can. Everyone here is your friend. Everyone will do as you ask. And I... Spread the word. Have inquiries made everywhere. Someone somewhere must have seen them leave. My friend, it shall be done. 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. The Padre of the mission had only to make his request, and scores of loyal friends hastened to obey his wishes. The Padre is seeking Pablo Garcia and his wife, Conchita. If you hear of them, let the Padre know. Adios. Pablo Garcia. Who have seen Pablo? The Padre would have word of him. The Padre's looking for Garcia, boys. See that the word gets around. The news was spread from house to house throughout the whole of that sparsely settled territory. And then on the third day, an elderly half-breed, bent and wrinkled with the weight of his years, hobbled into the mission's patio and asked for the Padre. Oh, it is you, Manuel. Where have you been? It has been many months since last I saw you here at our mission. I tend the flocks of the Senor Cordova, Padre. Oh, yes, yes. I had heard that. I had forgotten. But there was something you... I have been told you wish word of Pablo Garcia. You have seen him? Si, Padre. Amigo! What is it? Word of Pablo at last. Manuel, continue. I see him three days past. Yes? There is Pablo and Conchita and Di Bebe, of which I have been told. Where was this? It is when they cross the Rio Cristal. They ride north. I see them, but they... They do not see me, Senor. Crystal River and heading north. I wonder... But there is more. Quickly, man. There are with them two hombres, gringos. Go on. And Pablo, his hands, they are bound behind him. A prisoner? Right. But, Manuel, why have I not heard of this before? I am a man of peace, Padre. It is not my way to speak of what does not concern me. Only for you would I have told these. And I am grateful, Manuel. Tonto, the horses. We're riding. Tonto, bring him. Padre, Manuel has told us that Pablo was taken prisoner by two men. That they were seen heading north across Crystal River. That's the route to the district from which I just came. In the district where Mary Dawson and Abby Winters live. Amigo, you think... That those men had a reason for choosing that route. Manuel, thanks. Padre, you serve me in a way I shall not forget. You, my friend, serve always others, never yourself. Let's go, Kimo Sabe. Adios. Hasta la vista. Get a monster. Come on, Silver. I'll see you over. A week later, Abby Winters heard a horse stop outside her ranch house. Then the sound of someone running up the porch. The door burst open without warning. What? You, you, you did this. Get out of this house. I want my child back. Get out. You hear me? Give me back my child. You, you... Oh, I wish I could find words to say, but I think of you. I ain't got the child, and I won't stand for you being here. And either you get out now, or I'll have your throat out. You can't do it. Clem, touch, hide. They're all at the bunkhouse. They can't hear you. Then I'll do it in my own cell. Just you try it. I won't go. I don't care what the judge said. I don't care how many court orders you got. Alice is my daughter, and you can't have it. Turn duration. I ain't got her. Just a second. Something behind all this. Just what brought you busting in here with the idea I know where the young'un is? It was you that hid away. Don't tell me you don't know. I tell you... You don't men have her. Have you gone loco? Same men you said to make me tell where Alice was. Just say, are you trying to tell me Chris and Spike got the young'un? As if you didn't know. But they ain't even working for me. They ain't been on my payroll for two weeks. Don't lie. Hold on now. Let's get things straight. Well? Well, in the first place, how come you know that Spike and Chris got her? A redskin told me. A redskin? I believe him. I know who that redskin is. All right. Who is it? Tonto. The friend of the Lone Ranger. The Lone Ranger. Wait. You... There was a masked man and a redskin here. Well, today I fired them two varmints as was working for me. You mean to say they was the Lone Ranger and Tonto? I don't know who you saw. All I know is that if it hadn't been for them, your men would have taken a knife to make me talk. That's them. They're the ones. But I... I could tell you something else. If Spike and Chris got Alice, it ain't you that's striking that. It's me. They done this to get even with me. Why? I just got through telling you I fired him. I took a piece of stove wood, tore him in a bargain. And all on account of the way they went at you that time. Oh, I didn't know. Redskin will tell you if you ask him. But don't you get no notions. Well, I... I still ain't got no more use for you than I had before. There's still no blame when you got hitched to Bob just because I got cash. And as far as the youngin' is concerned, she don't mean nothing to you but a chance to cash in when I'm gone. Oh, you. You're hateful. I ain't no money-grabbing schemer like you are. Well, I wouldn't be as selfish and jealous as you are. Think what you want. What I'd give a heap to know right now is how Spike and Chris found out where you hid the youngin'. I... I think I know. Well? I had it written down. I meant to leave it with friends in case anything happened to me. And they got that paper and never told me nothing about it. I noticed it was gone after they'd left, but I couldn't be sure. Where's Alice now? Oh, Tonto said he... You come. Tonto! Angel, if you know where that youngin' is, you tell me right now. Tonto got extra horse. You ride. You're taking us there? I'll rouse out the boys. No, you not do that. But I... You come now. Tell no one. But I don't see that. Later you find out. Now you ride. Come. The two women, wondering at Tonto's demand for secrecy, were forced to agree to his terms and accompany him. In the meantime, Spike and Chris had made camp in a secluded grove not many miles distant. With them, his hands tied, was Pablo. Conchita was also there, caring for the child. Do not cry, little one. Conchita is here to keep you safe. Conchita will not let harm come to the little mina. Oh, shut up that noise. You're the big pig. Some day you will be killin' our laugh. For why you do nothing, Pablo? Diablo, if they don't tie my hands, I... I reckon you'll stay like you are for a while. And you there keep that blasted kid from startin' a ball again. We should never have brought him along, Chris. They're more doggone trouble than they're worth. We had to have someone along to take care of the kid, didn't we? We need Pablo. Suppose you'd have left him behind to hunt us out. Well, he's... And if you was figuring on drillin' them, that's out. We ain't gonna be wanted for no killin'. It would make much difference, I reckon. We'll be wanted bad enough as it is. But we'll be gettin' even. Yeah. Take a hunk of wood to us, would she? Well, she'll wish she hadn't before she's through. I think we ought to ask for the cash for the kid right away. Nothing to do him. The sooner we get out of here, the better. Maybe. But if we just let old Abby figure for a spell that she can't get the youngin' back, even for cash, she's gonna be just twice as sorry she ever fired us. I'm wondering about that masked fella in the redskin. Yeah, why? Don't suppose he'd be on to us, do you? Why would they? How would they know we'd found out where the kid was? I don't know. And even if they did figure we knew, they wouldn't know. Less than a girl told them. On top of that, why would they make it their business in the first place? Wouldn't be nothin' of them, would it? They're outlaws, ain't they? I reckon with that one fella bein' masked like he is... Shucks, Spike, you're just worryin' about nothin'. What'd I say? I am? Just look there. Horseman. Horseman, nothin'. Two of them as females. The old lady and the girl. With the Indian, and they've seen us. Get back! Rain up where you are! Come a foot closer, and we'll blast you to kingdom come! Rain up them horses! Oh, oh! Not right closer. Them, shoot. I told you. I said we ought to bring the boys along. They'd have cleaned up on them varmints. There's Alice. Who's that young couple? They. Why, they're the people I left Alice with. Fine folks you picked out. The Padre told me about them, said they were good people. Yes, look there. The man's father was tied. You can see his hand's tied behind him. Hmm. I don't know what we'd do. Them not stay there now. Them know. Them found out. There was a fool trick coming here alone like this. They aimed a vamoose, and we can't stop them. What, my child? Now, quit acting. I'm going to get it. They ain't fooling me none at all. Scheming female like you that can't think of nothing but cash ain't got no proper feelings. You. You talk of money. You think everyone's after your money. You're so blinded by what you own, you can't see the good in anyone. Now, let me tell you. Let me tell you. All I want is my baby. I don't care what you'll leave Alice because she's your grandchild. I'll sign away every claim to it. I won't touch a penny. And you sit here wondering what to do. I'm riding right into their camp. I figure we'll stop you, huh? You can't. Get up there. Hey, the crazy fool means it. Come on, boy. We won't turn back. Without looking back or hesitating, Mary rode directly toward the pointed guns of the outlaws. She did not hurry her horse. She did not attempt to slow its pace. Instead, she rode calmly and apparently unafraid, her head held high. Don't come real closer. I want to have to shoot you. Blast it. Stay away. Keep on, old fellow. Turn back. Turn back, you local wicked. I ain't bluffing. Come closer and I'll have to shoot. Go on back. Turn around. I'll have to shoot, I tell you. Have to. Get back where they got the chance. You fool. All right, then. Take it. Get a spot. No cover. Drop those guns or take lead. It's a mess, man. Later, in the great living room of Abby Winters' ranch house, the old woman showed Mary a paper and... You see this here? The court order. Giving me the custody hours. Please, Mrs. Winters, if you knew... Now, doggone it, keep still. You look here. See what I'm doing? Yes. I'm taking this here court order in my hands and I'm tearing it up. But, but I... There, that's over with. I don't understand. You said that... Just a second, honey. I don't think you're savvy all that happened this afternoon. What do you mean? I was talking with Redskin aside. You know, the mask pillow didn't have to wait so long before grabbing them crooks. He waited just for one reason. Yes? Just to show me up as a blind, cantankerous old fool that I am. Just to show me I was wrong about you from the first. And you got more gumption in your little finger than I got in my whole body. Mary, listen, honey. I ain't very bright and... Reckon I've proved with this, Tommy. It's easy to get along with. But if you and Alice would care to come here and live with me, I... Oh, Abby. I'd like it fine, if you would. We will. Of course we will. I... Abby, you're not what I thought you either. Oh, go on, Charlotte. Well, what are you laughing about? Pablo laughs because he's happy. He's not so consider. Si, Pablo, si. We are both most happy. I've been watching the pair of you. You think quite a bit of the youngster you took care of for a while, don't you? Oh, senora. She's become to us like our own baby. You care to stay on the place? You'd like to live here and help raise her? Oh, seriously. Then you ought to... Oh, right. Then you ought to quit. Quit it. Quit it. I can't save you a word you're saying anyhow. Only... Only I reckon you're saying yes. That suits me just fine. I don't feel... There's a venture on the trail ahead. ...you have just heard is a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated. Lone Ranger Incorporated.
