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Trip Planner by Expedia. You were made to have strong opinions about sand. We were made to help you and your friends find a place on the beach with a pool and a marina and a waterfall and a soaking tub. Expedia Made to travel. Welcome to the Old Time Radio Westerns. I'm your host, Andrew Rines, and I'm excited to bring you another episode absolutely free. This is one of over 80 episodes released monthly for your enjoyment. Now, let's get into this episode. The Lone Ranger. A fiery horse with the speed of light, a cloud of dust and a hearty hio. Silver. The Lone Ranger. Before this exciting adventure, a word from our sponsor. A cloud of dust, a flash of light and a hearty Hayo Morita. The lone stranger eats again. Nothing's too quiet, stranger. Right. Pronto. Those bandits want our Marita white bread. Listen, Cricket, stop. They've been frightened by the bandits. No, I step on him. Oh, well. It's up to us to get Marita through to all those hungry children for lunches and snacks. For all those men who like to sink their teeth into a hearty, hefty sandwich. And for all those women who want only the best white bread they can. Listen, did the cricket start again? No. Someone eating Marita. What do you mean? Why strange. Are you eating Marita white bread? Well, what Grinch is that idea? Because your mouth full and bake while you sleep. Marita loaf is open. I can't help it, brother. I'll give you a silver bullet if you don't tell anyone. You don't want silver bullet. Me want Marita white bread. Why, this is highway robbery. Well, that's the business we're in, stranger. Tune in again for those thrilling days of yesteryear. The lone stranger eats again. I owe Marita away. Trip planner by Expedia. You were made to have strong opinions about sand. We were made to help you and your friends find a place on the beach with a pool and a marina and a waterfall and a soaking tub. Expedia. Made to travel with this faithful Indian companion, Toto. The daring and resourceful mask 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. From out of the past come the thundering hoof beats of the great horse. Silver. The Lone Ranger rides again. Come on, Silver. Let's go, big fellow. I am Silver. Away. The town of Kimberley straddled the railroad tracks north of Kimberley lay arid, lifeless badlands and south the trees grew thick in a well watered valley. It was here that the Lone Ranger and his nephew Dan Reed had made camp to await the arrival of Tonto. I expect Tonto will be here by sundown. We will spend the night in camp, Dan, and start out at daybreak to visit your friends. If we're gonna be here tonight, how about visiting Kimberly? Is there anything to see in town? No, not a thing. But there is one big building. I saw it from a distance. That was a railroad warehouse. Is that empty now? I think the army has taken it over. There's a warehouse, sir. That's what I've heard. Someone told Tano the building was being used to store army goods. Golly. I'll be glad to see Tano. How about riding out to meet him? Getting impatient then? Well, I thought since we'd probably miss him. We don't know which route he'll take. He might take any one of three. Toto, after visiting his friend Chief Thundercloud, was on his way to meet his masked friend and Dan Reed and had chosen to ride through the desolate, unwatered badlands. There were hills and valleys and jagged rocks. As he rode south, he saw a cloud of alkali dust near a hillside on his right. On closer inspection, he saw a man riding a horse and dragging a huge bundle of brushwood tied to the end of a long rope. While he watched, the man in the brushwood disappeared inside a cave. Tua was curious, but he didn't suspect that the horsemen and the man who met him in the cave were killers. Confounded jug. That Indian saw you dusting out the wagon tracks. What's he doing in the badlands anyhow? How do I know? Look at him, Kennedy. He's riding over this way to investigate. Indian has more curiosity than any critter alive. What if he comes right up to the cave? We can't let him. If he rides into town and passes a word about seeing a cave loaded with army uniforms and rifles. Seems cold blooded. If shoot the redskin without giving him a chance. I'll get closer than off of the cave. There's a. I can rest my rifle on the rock. Wait. He gets closer. So you're sure to get him. Let's leave it to me. Be careful, Ken. Keep your head down. It he spotted you, he stopped his horse. Yeah, he suspects something. He turned away from the cave. He's not coming any closer. Let him have it. Fire again, Ken. Fire again. I know I hit him. Sure you hit him. I Saw him real, but he's still in the saddle. Yeah. You missed. I saw the bullet kick up dirt ahead of him. No chance for another shot, Jug. He's got beyond those rocks. I know I hit him. He hit him, all right. I saw him slump forward. He was clinging to his horse for dear life. I just hope he doesn't live long enough to talk. We'll have to make sure, Jug. We'll get after him as soon as I saddle my horse. Tahoe had been hit hard. He fought desperately to stay in the saddle. Then he saw a fissure in a high wall, a place where he might hide. He turned scout into the fisher. The paint horse halted inside. Toto slid to the ground and fainted. When Kenton Jug had reached the point where Toto had disappeared behind huge rocks they found themselves surrounded by massive rock formations larger than two story houses. Kent, Maybe he's gone all the way to town. Yeah, he might have. It'll soon be too dark to search it. We better report to carnival. Come on, let's go. Get him. Get him. Get himal was a civilian in charge of the warehouse in which the government had stood. Stored vast quantities of army material, including blankets, clothing and medical supplies, as well as rifles and ammunition. He lived alone in a small house directly across the tracks from the big warehouse. Soon after darkness, he heard horses stopping. I wonder who's coming. Oh, Jug, is that you? Yeah. Kent's with me. We got to see you, boss. Come on in. We may be in for trouble. Go inside and sit down. I don't suppose you've seen an Indian riding into town on a paint horse? No. Why? He came through the Badlands, Kent. The Badlands cover a lot of ground. Get to the point. He came past the cave. What did he see? First he saw Jug dusting out the wagon tracks. He saw me turn into the cave with my horse. What did you do? I shot him. You didn't kill him. I hit him, boss. I know that. Both me and Jug saw him slump over on his horse, but he got away. Did you look for him? Sure we did. I may have killed him. And you may not have killed him. Renew your search in the Badlands at daybreak. I'll keep my eyes open here in town. All right, boys. Later that same night, the Lone Ranger and Dan Reed had become increasingly concerned about Toto. Something must have told the mass. Man. Man. That all was not well. Since sundown, the big white stallion, Silver, had been tense and restless. Yet Winnie frequently and pawed the ground almost constantly. Finally, the Lone Ranger rose from his seat near the campfire and told Dan to saddle his horse. I'll have Victor saddled in just a minute. What if Tano comes while we're away? We'll leave a note telling him we'll be back here by tomorrow evening. If we return without finding Tato and our work will be cut out for us. We'll have to search the bad. Lang sure is anxious to get started. See there, boy. Steady. We're going in just a minute. I'm ready, sir. All right. Empty your can heat on the fire. I'll fasten this note to a tree where Tana will be sure to see it. Right. Let's go easy. During the darkness of a moonless night, Tato regained consciousness and found himself practically helpless. His throat was hot and dry and his tongue felt thick. He was too weak to stand alone, but Scout was at his side. Toto somehow mustered the strength gain his feet. He clung desperately to the pommel of his saddle. He rested for a moment, then placed one foot in a stirrup. Searing pain stabbed through his back, but he gritted his teeth and mounted, then murmured to his horse. Tato heard the gurgle of a running stream close by. More than anything else at that moment, he wanted water to cool his burning throat. He slid to the ground, but he couldn't find the strength to drag his body the remaining inches for the drink of water he so badly needed. We'll continue our Lone Ranger adventure in just a moment. A cloud of dust, a flash of light and a hearty hi yo, Morita. The lone stranger eats again. What you doing, stranger? I'm baking up these flaky rich Morita brown and serve rolls pronto. Them smell heap good, but no can do over open fire. Why not? It's a unpackage to bake in medium oven. Well, I made a medium fire. Then it all came. You guessed right. Pronto. These marita enriched brown serve rolls. Bake up to a mouth watering, flaky, rich golden brown. The perfect hot rolls for breakfast, lunch or dinner. And they come freshly baked and piping hot from your fire in just six minutes. But good for family with many papooses. No pronto. The plural of papoose is papoose high. Me may be no good in grammar, but you no good in making coffee. Well, do you think it's easy chasing bandits all day than slaving over a hotel fire at night? Tune in again for those thrilling days of yesteryear. The lone stranger eats again. I o mar now to continue. Jug and Kent were on the Move. At daybreak, searching through the Badlands for Toto, dead or alive and Sky Scout. Later in the morning, the Lone Ranger and Dan Reed reached Gatesville, some distance north. Dan went to town to inquire about Tonto. He had news to report when he returned to the gully where the masked man waited. Oh, Victor, hope. I hope. Steady, fella. Tano was there, sir. I talked to several men who saw him. When was he in Gatesville, then? Yesterday morning. And he should have reached our camp near Kimberly last night, just as he'd planned. That's right, sir. We don't find him, we'll have to search the Badlands. It'll be evening when we reach Kimberly. Yes, I know. That means if we do have to search the Bad Lands, we'll have to do it after dark. Yes. Let's go. Waited on his porch across the tracks from the warehouse all day for word from his men that Tato had been found dead or alive. Early evening found him pacing the floor of his living room with increasing impatience. Finally, he heard horses outside. He rushed to the window. They're here at last. Well, what did you find? Speak up. What about the Indian? Is he dead or alive? We don't know. You don't know? We didn't find him. Didn't see hide nor hair. The critic. All right, keep looking. In the dark, even in starlight, you'll be able to see a horse. Remember, his horse is somewhere in that valley. All right, boss. We'll keep searching. Hey, boss. What do you want, Jug? Someone just headed for the warehouse. I don't see anyone who can't see him now. He just went behind it. Who was it? I couldn't be sure, boss. But the critter walked like old Muskrat Peters. Who's he? He's an old trapper who lives in the woods. Traps muskrats and sells the skins. I had him working in the warehouse for a time. I fired him when I got my big idea to sell some of the army supplies. Wonder why he's snooping around the warehouse. Can't see through the windows, can he? Well, they're all boarded up. I'd better go over and see what he's up to. You boys come along. Followed by Jug and Kent. The warehouse supervisor crossed to the front of the warehouse. There he paused. Hey, boss, look. The doors open up crack. Peters must be inside. But someone's in there. I just. Confounded old snooper. I didn't know he kept a key to the lock. You always get your guns ready. We'll have to deal with him. Do you think he suspects we've been taking out some of the stories? I don't know. If he sees the empty cases he'll know a lot of stuff is missing. His knowledge will do him no good. Keep quiet now. I'll open the door wider so we can see inside. There he is. Over near the candle. He's eyeing me Empty cases. Get him up. Who is it? Carnival. Stand still or we'll shoot. I'll make a move. Peters, I want to talk to you. Come on, boys. Mr. Carnival, I didn't mean to make trouble. I came here because I wanted to help someone. But it's a good thing I did. I saw. Where'd you get the key? I had it. I meant all along to return it, but I never seemed to get around to it. Put on your guns. You needn't hold guns on me. Why are you snooping around? I didn't come to snoop. But look here, Mr. Conor. Look what I found. A lot of stuff has been stolen from this here warehouse. Sakes alive, there's a lot of empty kits. Why did you come here? Well, I remembered that when I was working here we had a lot of blankets and a lot of army medicine kits. I needed one of each. I didn't mean to steal, mind you. Only meant to borrow them till the poor redskin was better. Redskin? What redskin? The feller I found in the woods near my shack. He was there this morning when I went to the bank of the creek to see about my muskrat traps. He'd been shot in the back. Ah. That so? Yeah, he's in a bad way. I took him to my shack and I've been trying to take care of him ever since. Did what I could, but I figured with one of the medicine kits I could do more. How did he get shot? I don't know. He's been unconscious ever since I found him. And did he have a horse? Yep. Fine one too. Big, strong paint. Mr. Carnival, I'd say we don't need to do any more searching for a certain redskin. You say he's at your shack right now? Yes, sir. He's on my bunk. You know, it's times like this that make me wish we had a sawbones in Kimberly. Boys, I told you how we planned to set fire to this place when we had all the goods we intended to take. Sure. Then the army can't inventory close enough to know anything was stuck. I think we'll set the fire right now. We have all the goods we can sell. Fire. Hey, you said all the goods you intended to take. All the goods you can sell. You mean you've been looting these army supplies? Smart, aren't you, Peters? Too bad you weren't smart enough to stay away from here. Carnival. You've been stealing government supplies. Grab one time. Right. Let me go. Let me go. Hold him. Come on. Here's a rope. Despite his father, old Muskrat Peters was quickly tied and gagged. Helpless, he lay on the floor while the three men made their plans. We'll leave him here with a key in his pocket. I'll tell how he threatened to get even with me for discharging. Hey, that's smart, boys. People will think he started the fire out of spite and then got trapped in his own fire. All right. Pile some of the empty cases near the door. We'll light him and then go to Peter's cabin and get rid of that Indian. We can blame his murder on Peters. You leave that to me. The Lone Ranger and Dan were nearing the end of their long trip. They came across the open, flat country toward the old warehouse in the town of Kimberly. I sure hope we find Tano in camp. So do I, Dan. If we don't, then we'll search the Badlands. If we don't find him, you wait in camp. I'll try to search the Badlands alone. I could help. So, Dan, look over there. The warehouse. The great horse. Silver, though tired from the long trip, found energy for a burst of speed that brought the masked man quickly to the rear of the warehouse. Without an instant's hesitation, the Lone Ranger leaped to the ground and rushed to the partially opened warehouse door. He threw it wide. The Lone Ranger saw a pile of empty wooden boxes burning just inside the door. The warehouse itself had not yet started to burn. There might be time to save it. Dan, give me a hand. All those boxes. Fire just started. We throw them out. We'll save the warehouse. Right. Watch your hand. Use that army blanket. That one over there. It's starting. The wall. I'll get it. Stand clear. Here it comes. The wall. I think I can beat it out. Yes. Got that one, Dan? I have it. We'll stop it. The fire must have started within the last five minutes. Kent and Jug made their way on foot through the woods toward the shack where Muskrat Peters lived. All three had guns ready in case they found the Indian awake and able to defend himself. This is a longer walk, and I figured we should have brought our horses. And we're almost there. See the Shack? Yeah. Light in the window. There's a horse tied to the tree near the door. Yeah, I see it. You'd like to tell if it's a paint we saw? It must be. Peters has no horse. What's the matter with you, Kent? Huh? Oh, I was just looking back toward town. Thought I might see the light of the burning warehouse. Couldn't see it from here. Maybe we should have stayed there to be sure the fire got started good. If it didn't, we'll start it again when we get back. By the door. Jug. Right. We'll stand ready with guns. There he is. Awake. Help. Quiet as day. Is that the red skin you saw? The same one, boss. See if you can find a knife. It'll make less noise than the bullet. No one would hear a bullet anyway. What? People are in town will be watching the warehouse burn down. That place should go like tinder once it gets started. I said use a knife. Must be a knife in this drawer. Here's one. Yes, that'll do. I. I don't like this sort of work here. Engine so still and helpless. Hurry and get it over with. All right, boss. Here goes. Go for guns and I'll shoot again. Shoot anyway. That's Peter's voice. My arms broke. I'll give him. Gun, please, if you want. Oh, wait. Wait. Don't shoot. Drop your gun, Cannibal. Peters, he's. Drop it. Oh, wait. Listen. Peters told me everything on our way here. Cannibal. Well, he lied. The evidence backed his words. Peters, you're traveling without loss. I'm traveling with a man who put out the warehouse fire before it got started and saved my life. Find some rope, Peters. We'll tie these men and hold them until Dan brings the law. In due time. Dan Reed came from Kimberly with a marshal who took the prisoners in custody and took a statement from old muskrat Peters. It was several weeks later when Peters, seated on a chair in front of the warehouse door, saw Dan Reed approach and bring Victor to a halt. Well, Dan Reed, as I live and breathe. Hello, Mr. Peters. Daddy. What? Marshall told me I'd find you here. Yes, sir, he. Dan, I'm in charge of the warehouse since Conable went to jail. Got the special appointment from the army. How's Tondo? Well, that's why I came here. He wanted me to tell you that he's as good as new thanks to the care you gave him. Oh, that was nothing. Has the stolen stuff been brought back from that cave? Yep. It's all inside here right now. Jug and Kent told plenty when they saw that the whole scheme had fallen through. Say, how's that mask friend of yours? Oh, he sends his regards. Never to my dying day will I forget the way he saved my life and the way he whipped out his guns and let her rip when those crooks were about to knife Tonto. And you know, Dan, if I live to be a hundred, I'll never forget the way his voice rang out when he rode away. A lot of people remember that, Mr. Peters. He's the Lone Ranger. Ah, the good old days back when people were old fashioned and the things your grandmother used to bake were fresh and piping hot. 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