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Welcome to the Old Time Radio Westerns. I'm your host Andrew Rines and I'm excited to bring you another episode. This is one of over 80 episodes released monthly for your enjoyment. You can find more Western shows at our website by going to otrwesterns.com now let's get into this episode. A fiery horse with the speed of light, a cloud of dust and a hearty IO Silver the Lone Ranger.
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For this faithful Indian companion, Tonto the Lone Ranger rode through the length and breadth of the early western United States. From the hills of Wyoming to the Rio Grande, from Kansas to California, he led the fight for law and order against outlaws and hostile Indians. Against confidence men and road agents, his strength and courage never faltered. His life was dedicated to the winning of the west 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 come the thundering hoop beats of the great horse Silver. The Lone Ranger rides again. We're heading for Quarter Shack and Seraphine. Shouts the Omar Hoy. Early one morning the Lone Ranger in Tonto had rained up at the side of the trail on the outskirts of Porter's Gap. This the sky was overclouded and a mist hung low over the plain. In the distance a single horse could be heard galloping toward the town. And this Harris Coming, fellow? Ah, him ride to town from ranch. And now we're going to find out of the stories we've heard it through. Come on, Silver, get him up. Scouring what you do? We'll just stop him for a moment and talk with him. You wear a mask. I know. Hooray now. Sheridan. Who is it? Get him. All right, not to be bad. Straight up. Good morning, Sheriff. You're strangers around these parts, aren't you? That's right. We're looking for work. Can you use any hands at your ranch? Know your business? Just give us a try. Well, I guess we can use a few more. The ranch is about two miles down the trail. Report to my foreman and if he likes your looks, he'll put you to work. Thanks, Sheriff. Hey, wait a minute. What's your name? Come on, sir. Get him up. Scar. Hold on now. What's the hurry? Come back here. Cut away from the trails. Hunter him follow us maybe. I don't think so. We'll head for the clump of cottonwoods and make camp. We had the answer to our question. Him not see mask and he was only a few feet away. If he had seen it, he'd never have offered me a job. Miss Bloody Thick. Not that thick. I'm sure of it now. T. Bradley is losing his sight. Ah, you've got plans? Not yet. I need more information. Soon as we've made camp, you can help him with a disguise. And I'm going into town. Come on, get him. Uptown. Late that afternoon, a tall, broad shouldered stranger entered the combination cafe and general store in Porter's Gap. He gave the man behind the counter a list of supplies, then sauntered across the room to the bar. The bartender hurried toward him. What can I do for you, stranger? I'm waiting for some supplies. Joe taking care of you yet? Yes, he's getting them together. By the way, isn't Jim Bradley your sheriff here? Sure is. You heard of him? Who hasn't? Great old guy fought with Sam Houston of San Jacinto. Jim's one of the best. Is he anywhere around? You'll find him at his office. He don't drop in here much anymore. Just on Saturdays now and then. Sure to hear some of the stories he tells about the old days. There's a story going around about him now. What do you mean? He isn't as well as he used to be, is he? Jim's hale and hearty, just as strong as he ever was. Can he see as well? That's enough of that. I'm only repeating what I've heard. Well, that kind of talk isn't popular around Porter's Gap. Jim's our sheriff. And he's going to stay sheriff as long as he wants the job. You think a great deal of him, don't you? Every man in town feels the same way as I do. There isn't one of us he hasn't helped sometime or other. But is it safe to have a man who can't see acting as your sheriff? Listen, mister, I don't know what business it is of yours. You're just a traveler drifting through. We got no real need for a sheriff in Porter's Gap. No bad Injuns. And Jim drove the outlaws out of the district years ago. He won't come back either. Not as long as he's alive. But if they know that this who's going to tell him? Am I the first traveler that's heard the story? Well, haven't you been bothered by any drifters from the gold camps? Not yet we haven't. We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. Who are those two men sitting over there in the corner? They aim to buy a spread and start raising cattle. I see. Anything else you want to know? Here's Joe with your grub and I got work to do. How much is it? I told him. Here. Now you. Now there's one more question. I warned you already, mister, that you. I think just as much of Jim Bradley as you do. But even if all of you feel safe, isn't it dangerous for Jim himself? He rides in from his ranch every morning. He rides home every night. His horse knows the way. One accident would be enough. Yeah, I never thought about it like that before. Why should he want to stay on his sheriff when he knows that he isn't fit for the job? Doggone that young idiot. Why doesn't he come home? Why doesn't who come home? Young Bob, Jim's son. Old man just hanging on so we can hand the job over to him. Figures that the sheriff of Porter's Gap should always be a Bradley. And all of us figured the same way. Where is Bob? We don't know. Laid out a couple of years ago to see the world and none of us have heard from him since. Well, that explains everything. Except why the kid don't come home. He knows how the old man feels. Bob Bradley. You ever run across him? What does he look like? Spitting image of the sheriff. Younger, of course. Good looking and husky. No, I've never met anyone who called himself Bob Bradley. Well, if you do send him home. I will. Adios. Hold on, stranger. Where did you leave Silver Taylor? In Warden, Outside town. I'll find him. Take a look through that open window. See those two men sitting at that corner table? I'll go see him. I want you to keep an eye on them. Try to find out what that business is. It's less than an hour before sunset. As soon as it gets dark, we'll break camp and head east. And why we go? Our first stop is the jail at San Marino. As the Lone Ranger started down the main street tunnel edge closer to the open window. One swift look at the men inside and he turned and leaned against the building. Every word of their conversation reached him clearly. Porter's Jack. Dead eye. Bradley. Not so loud. When we get through with them, they'll all be in the same boat. We'll steal them blind. Shut up. Where do we start? Express Office. I changed my mind. Huh? Maybe we could pull a job on Express Office and get away with it. Who's to stop us? But afterwards we have to clear out. Why? When something like that happens, there'll be some changes made. The town will realize that it needs more protection than Bradley can give it. Yeah, that's so. But what of it? We've moved on before. You aren't able to settle down, are you? Why not? I don't sound like you, Ransom. I've been sizing up your face. What's wrong with my face? Nothing. It's just it. Look at you. You think you was a square issue nombre? That is, whatever knifed a partner in the back, huh? Somehow I don't think that's funny. Ah, now, Ransom, you and me are parts. We'd better be. Otherwise I might take a trip to San Marino. Can't you take a joke? Not that kind. I'll forget it. So I got an honest face. What about it? How would you like to be the next sheriff of Porter's Gap? Me? You. We could work out something pretty sweet. There's a Ringo kid, for instance. He'd pay plenty for a nice hideout with protection from the law. There's Trigger Benson and Porneo Smith. Yeah, but how can I be sheriff? The town so sold on Bradley. You'll have to use blasting powder to get him loose from the job. Not if something happens. I can't stick out the express office and then run for sheriff. I'm glad you figured that out. What's on your mind? It's one job. Maybe we get a couple of thousand. A couple of thousand? It's either that or a steady Income for a long, long time. Take your choice. That's easy. But how? We gotta make you a hero. Yeah, the express office is easier. Wait. The sheriff lives on his ranch about two miles outside of town. Yeah, just at sunset every night. He locks up his office and rides out there. The trail's straight. His horse knows away. He just gives him his head and lets him ramble. Yeah, I know all that. There'll be a moon tonight. But there's plenty of COVID on both sides of the trail. Especially close to town. You and shut up. Lean over here. Closer. What do you think of this? Lone Ranger had returned to camp and removed his disguise. He watched the sun disappear in the west. The sky turned to crimson and the great plain beyond the woods changed from green to purple. Then his keen ears caught the sound of approaching hoofs. A moment later, Tahto raced into camp. Hello. What's wrong? You? You come past. Here's whom? Man called Ransom. Him one other fella be sheriff. What's that? Them bad? Is Sheriff Bradley in danger? Maybe so. Tundra not hear all them say. Where are you taking me? Meet sheriff on trail. Watch him, see him get home safe. When does he leave his office? Sun go down. He'll leave now. And we've got to hurry. Come on. Set him up, Scout. You're afraid they may try to kill him. That's right. I'll still be away. As the sheriff rode slowly out of town, the red glow was fading from the west. The moon, already high, silvered the sage and bathed the trail in light. Suddenly, the sheriff's horse jumped to one side and. Steady there, boy. You're no three year old. What are you jumping around like that for? Hey, easy does it. The trail's rough enough without you cutting up shenanigans. Steady. Take a look around, Tedder. Him dead? Not yet. But we'll have to get him somewhere quickly. Any tracks beside the trail? That rifle shot we hear may be far away. Plenty cover. Town's close, but I'm wearing a mask. You could take him in. Tata. Men come from town? Yes. They must have heard the shot too. That fellow Buck in front. They find us here, we'll be accused of the shooting. That's right. We'll take him to his ranch. You want help? I can manage. Get his horses across the saddle. Ponder got horse. Come on. Give him up, Shower. Hold it a minute, man. Listen to me. I've seen those two around here before. A masked man and a redskin just rolled away. They shot the sheriff and took him prisoner. What are you going to do about it? Will you follow me and come on. We're forming a posse. We'll bring him back dead or alive. Come on, follow me.