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At the American Psychiatric association foundation, our vision is to build a mentally healthy nation for all. Because we want you to live your best life and be your best you all year round. Please visit mentallyhealthynation.org to learn more. 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 come the thundering hoof beats of the great horse. Silver. The Lone Ranger rides again. Come on, Silver. There's danger on the trail ahead. I'm Silver. Hoy. As the Lone Ranger and Tonto rode steadily up the gentle slope of a hill their horses showed increasing signs of nervousness. Come on, Silver. What's the matter with you, big fella? Scout on the easy tool. Something wrong on the other side of hill. You'll soon know what it is. There aren't many trees here. The valley beyond is as bare as this side of the hill. We'll be able to see for miles. You ain't Kimasabi. We've got both on us all, you hear? Yes. I don't like it. We go to top of hill plenty quick. Hey, look. Get him up strong, Silver. One minute more and we see him. Sounds like a stampede. That right? Come on, Silver. Come on. Why, you. Look. He was. Hurry. Hold it. There must be thousands of buffalo there. Snap right and a big stampede. Huddo. Their horses are too T eutypic Rock on south. They'd be safe behind those rocks. But they don't see them. T. We've got to show them the way. Get off, Silver. Scout and Silver race downhill at breakneck speed. The Lone Ranger and tto road straight toward the thundering herd of frenzied buffalo. They saw the bobbing of huge shoulders, a mass of dirty, ragged fur that surged forward like a brown wave that would swallow all that stood before it. They saw the tiny evil eyes of the nearest beasts. The sharp, pounding hoops that could trample man and horse. Come on, Silver. Come on, big fella. The eyes of those people depend on you sp counted in the race with death. The three trapped riders and their exhausted horses were scarcely 50 yards ahead of the oncoming herd when the masked Manto joined them. Scout and Silver wheeled quickly as the Lone Ranger shouted, follow us. It's no use. We're done. To the south. Save yourselves. You got fresh horses to your left, I tell you. Get over. We'll try. It's no use, though. We're all in. We'll make it. There's rocks, sir. Rocks. That's a little further. Come on. Huge boulders twice as high as a man loomed just ahead of the Lone Ranger and those he wanted to rescue. In another moment, those rocks were between the horsemen with a Stampeding buffalo. The horses were halted and the pounding hoops sped harmlessly by. Dog on. Well, we're alive. Don't seem possible. Jeb, is your sister all right? Yeah. Are you, Sue? I'm all right, but I don't want to go through that again. Thought sure we were done, sir. How are the horses, Tullo? Plenty time, but I'm all right. Stranger, I don't know what to say. Take it easy till you get rested. I'm all right now. But I hate to think of what the three of us would be like if you hadn't shown up. Shown those rocks to us to get behind. We never would have seen them from where we were. Oh, you might at least thank the masked man and the Indians. Hang it, Sue. You can't thank a man that's risked his neck to save your life. All I can say is that the three of us are alive because of what you've done. Mister, please don't go on. Well, anyhow, Hank Corkins never forgets. The time comes that the law catches up with you, well, I only hope I'm on the jury. The law? Oh, shucks, I shouldn't have said that. Oh, you mean because of my mask? Well, it's all right, Cochin. I never saw riding like you and the engine just did. A horse is like a waste. I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw you coming toward us. It looked like sure death for you anyhow. Stranger, if there's ever a time. Who started this stampede? I know, but I'm not saying you know, it's all going right. Something personal, and I'll square things for it. You mean it was started on purpose? Mister, if we'd been killed, it wouldn't have been no accident. It would have been murder. Downright murder. There wouldn't be a man in the world could prove it. Even now. You can't prove anything, Paul. Remember that. I can prove it to my own satisfaction, and I'll get square. Can you prove it to the sheriff? The sheriff? I reckon he knows it was done on purpose. What do you mean, Calkins? It's the sheriff that wants us out of the way. Are you sure? I'd better not say any more. Soon as our horses are rested, we'll start for home. You live in Crow Corner? Yep. Don't think we're like the others there. We're not superstitious like most of them. Superstitious? Well, Paul, me is like the old timers that live there. They believe in a lot of signs and things of that sort of I reckon they even believe in ghosts. I know that some of them do. Yeah. And the sheriff as well as the rest, he's scared of the hermit. The hermit? I call him Doc. He's a sort of queer acting glute that sells herbs and things to cure all manner of ailments. It's too bad he don't sell the sheriff something to cure him of being alive. Oh, boy. I reckon the horses can carry us now. They've most got over their skirt. Poor critters have had a bad time. But, Carkins, don't take the law into your own hands. What's that? You know what you intend to do. Don't do it, but dread it. All right, do. They'll hang you. He's right, Paul. Well, I got Jeb and Sue to think of. As long as they know the sheriff was trusted with the gold, they'll be in danger. So you left gold with the sheriff? Oh, I didn't mean to tell you. You think because I wear a mask I'll try to steal the gold? Thunderation. No. You want it. I'd admire to give it to you. But I'm hanged if I'll let that ornery, scheming sheriff steal it. I mistrusted him all along. Yet you left gold in his cab. He knew I had it. We'd rode away and left it at home. He'd have stolen it. I figured by putting him in charge of the safekeeping of it, he wouldn't dare steal it. But I was wrong. He figured if we were stampeded to death, no one would ever know he had it. Moan up, you young ones. We're heading for Crow Corner. There'll be a gent wearing a badge. It'll be downright surprised to see us. Good afternoon, Sheriff Larson. Good. What are you doing here, Coggins? I'm just looking you over and wondering. Wondering that you don't show more surprise to see me. I reckon the rabbit's foot the hermit gave me is luckier than I figured. Sure. I'm surprised to see you. I thought you and Jeb and Sue left for the south country. We did leave. Well, then we come back. Do you have a Sue with you? I sent him home because I figured the talk is gonna take place here. Mightn't be fitting for a girl like sue to hear. Perkins. I'm sure you came back so soon. I thought I'd have things straightened around before you got back. I hoped I would. Meaning what? You said you were afraid someone was out to steal your gold. Mm. I was you were right, Hank. They got it. What? Well, keep talking, Larson. You've got some accounting to do. What's the tell? A while after you and Jeb and Sue left town, a couple of men with their faces covered come in and held up my office. Sack of gold was on the desk where you put it. I suppose you didn't have time to put it in your safe, eh? I didn't have time. So the gold was stolen. That's the story, Hank. You sure tell it smooth. I've got some leads on the crooks. I'm hoping to hide behind bars in a day or so. Oh, by sitting here with your feet in your desk, my deputies working it so they'd find the crooks and get to go back before you return? Don't you worry about it, Hank. I'll have it back. Larson, what do you know about a stampede? Buffalo mighty near trapped the three of us in the valley. If it had, I wouldn't have been back here to claim my gold. Then who would know you had it? Great day, Corkins. I'm glad you got away. You're a lion, I see. Hey, I don't like the style you're using. Let's suppose we'd all three of us been killed in that stampede. Then what would you have done with that gold? I don't know. Would you have turned it over to the town? Or would you have tried to find relatives of mine? Or would you have just kept your mouth shut and kept it for yourself? Naturally. Look for relative. You're lying again. You stole that gold yourself, Larsen, and you tried to have us killed. Now you're upset. You wouldn't talk that I know what I'm saying. I'm a patient man. I'd resent your attitude. I'm patient, too. I'm not saying much about the stampede, but if that goal's not back here by tomorrow, Larsonite. Well, Butch Barton Calkins. Fine company you're keeping these days, Sheriff Larsen. What's the matter with the company he keeps? Nothing. Excepting that you'd be dangling from a rope right now if the evidence against you hadn't disappeared in the sheriff's office. What are you doing with that spade? Huh? Spade right in your hand with fresh dirt on it. What have you been doing with it? Stop. Answer me, you pool kids. You've been digging in the ground. What for? Let him go. What have you been digging in the ground for? Speak up, your dirty. I should have known you'd help him, Larson. Did you fool you. Did you want to strangle me? Be no loss to Crow Corner if I did. I. Get out of here before I throw you a jeopardy to step with a piece of. Get out of here. I'm just wondering if this coyote mightn't be the one that started the stampede. Then after coming back here, he took my gold and buried it someplace. I don't know anything about your gold, you crazy old fool. Well, I'll find out. There's ways of finding out things around here. I know a man will help me get to the truth of things. But what I said still goes. Larsen. I want that gold tomorrow, or else. Larsen? What do you mean, you fool? Why'd you walk in here with that spig? The fresh dirt on it? I didn't know he was here. Really was. Thought the stampede got all three caulkins. I don't know why, but it didn't. He got the gold buried all right. Yes, but now he suspects. Let him. Can't prove anything. Maybe we better put it somewhere else. No, you crazy fool. He'll go near where it's buried. He might be watching for us to do just that. As long as he can't get the gold, he can't prove a dog's own thing. I remember that. But Sheriff Larson, I. I wonder. He. He said he knew a man that had help him. What do you mean? He might have been bluffing. You know Culkin's better than the matt. He don't bluff. Maybe you're right. He mean. But there's only one man he could have met. We'll get rid of him tonight. That night, Hank Hawkins told Jeb and sue his plans as the three sat around the table in the light of an oil lamp. A lone Ranger. That's the one to help us, Jeb. But, Paul, are you sure it was the Lone Ranger that helped us in the stampede? I'm more sure of it all the time. I don't know why I didn't think of him the minute I saw that white horse. Everything checks. The mask and the horse called Silver, the Indian Coltano and the two heavy guns. It was a lone Ranger, all right. And to think I was as close to him as I am to you two. The Lone Ranger. Yeah. But Paul, how can he help? He'll find a way. Are you sure Barton was burying the gold? As sure as you're alive, Sue. The guilty look on his ugly face was enough for me to say nothing about the spade. But how will you find the Lone Ranger again? Listen, sue, he knows his stampede was man made with murder intended yeah. That means he knows his crooks in Crow Corner. Murdering crooks. Yeah. Then the Lone Ranger won't be far away till those crooks are in jail. First thing in the morning. I'll. I'll see who it is. You. Hello, Jim. Great Scott. We were just talking about you. Hello, Ranger who sakes alive Mr. Cunning, won't you? Thanks. Very well. I didn't want to get too far from here, so I was sure you weren't going to take the law into your own hands. What law? There's no law in Crow Corner. The sheriff is the biggest crook of them all. He's got no more right to wear a sheriff's badge than the worst of those stampede and buffalo. He says my gold was stolen from his office. Well, he's the crooked soldiers. That's gun shooting. And right nearby. Yeah. Look out the window here. Look. Near the hermit's place. Someone's riding from there and fast. Hey, sue, get out of the way. Let me see. There's someone else near the house. Look. That's tunnel. You know what's happened? Oh, wait, wait. I'll go with you. If someone has shot the poor old hermit, we'll get him one. Jeb, you stay here with Sue. I'm going over there. Stay here? There's already been one play to kill us. There may be another. Stay here and keep your eyes open. 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. Hank Hawkins ran to the shack where the old hermit lived alone. He found candles burning and the hermit on the floor between the masked man and Tonto. While he bathed the wound in the hermit's shoulder. The Indian told what had happened. May see color creep through, shatter toward house. Me go close and watch him. Did you tell who the man was? Oh, it's too dark for that. What happened next? Him draw gun aimed through winder. Him fire and tonter fire same time. You hit his gun hand, but him hit hermit. Then run. Poor critter. Is he hit bad? Oh, him. Him not hurt bad. It's a shoulder wound. Calkins. I'll be all right. Thanks to the Indian, of course. You'll be all right. Just stay there for a few minutes more. Shock was pretty bad. We can find the critter that did it. If he took a bullet in the hand, he stays around town. Why should anyone want to shoot you duck. How many people? It's a superstitious place. They. They think I'm in league with the evil one. Have you looked around this house, Tulla? Ah, him. Got herbs and roots and all things known to Indians. My cures are standard ones known to all medical men. Are you a doctor? No. But you used to be once in the East. Let me sit up. Help him tell us you want. I failed. When my wife needed me, I lost her and then came here. I couldn't go on. So you made a living by preparing medicines and selling them? A living? An existence. Because my cures were good, the doctor who was here started stories about me. It didn't take much to make people around here afraid of me. No one ever listened to me or gave me a chance to talk to them. Some. A few bought medicines. Dreaded. Everything the poor critter did was made out to look like black magic. You know how it is. Once a story gets started, it'll gather weight like a snowball rolling downhill. Yes, I know. Especially in a place like Crow Corner. Everyone is superstitious about everything. Why in Tunken would anyone shoot you, Doc? Afraid of what they call magic. Oh, shucks it great jumping grasshoppers. What is it, Hank? I was in the sheriff's office. Larson said that crook had taken my gold. Well, I didn't believe him. I knew he just helped himself to it. Then Butch Barton came in with a spade. A spade? Yes, with dirt on it. I knew right away what it meant. They'd been burying the gold someplace. Go on, Hank. I told him I wanted the gold back tomorrow or I'd make him sweat. I remember just what I said to him. I said there's ways of finding out things around here. I know a man that'll help me get to the truth of things. Yes? Well, it was you I was thinking about when I said that. But Larson and Butch Barton thought I meant the doc here, the hermit. Those two crooks are superstitious as all get out. They thought I meant to get the hermit to help me. They think he can do things that are sort of supernatural. The ignorant fool. So the dirty snakes came here to shoot him. Shoot him without giving him a chance to defend himself. That proves they're crooks. Now, I got things to do. Hold on. I'm going. You let me go. You're not going anyplace just yet. But I tell you. Listen to me, Hank. No. I gotta see if one of those polecats has got a wounded hand. If he hasn't, by thunder, I'm gonna start shooting now. Let me go. You're going. You'll every chance you have to get back that gold. Next thing I know, they'll shoot sue and jab. Now we're going to get those crooks. Take my word for it. We'll get them. We'll do it legally. Now sit down there and cool off. If. If we get them for keeps. But how? I'll show you how. They're going to see some of the hermit's black mag. After making sure he wasn't followed, the sheriff went to a cabin in the woods where he found Butch Barton waiting. He dressed Barton's wounded hand in clumsy fashion and then buggling one thing after another. It's a wonder to me you haven't hung before this. I never ran against such tough luck as I had today, you know. Shut you. No. The more I know how Calkins escaped the stampede. When I got shot, I didn't hang around to find out who it was. I cleared out fast. You can't be seen with that bandage on your hand. What about my share of the gold? Take this cash and go to Pine Bluff. Wait there and lay alone till your hand's all right again. Then come back. I won't touch the gold till you get back. You hadn't better. I've got to get back to the office. There might be some work in connection with a shooting of the helm, I think. When the sheriff reached his office, he found a note from the deputy, Jack Simmons. They've gone over to the hermit's place to look around. Well, I'll go over and show them. I sure hope that hermit is finished. In a few moments. The sheriff was with the group of people in the hermit's house. The hermit was speaking. We'll conduct a search in the morning, but I'll have to go out tonight to get a divining rod. Divining rod? Haven't you heard of the magic of a divining rod? Properly handled, it points right to where gold is buried in the ground. I've heard of that. Well, I'll go now, and if you'll help me, Hank, I'll go and select the divining rod by the light of the full moon. Sure, you can count on my help. Hank and the hermit walked side by side from the halls and into the night, with half a dozen curious people following. The sheriff walked at the side of the deputy. Jake. Is there anything to what he says? Well, I've heard of these divine em rounds. They use them to find water. Are they magic or what? I don't know, but I've heard about it. They're nothing but a forked stick. The man that handles them takes one of the ends of the stick in each hand and walks along the ground in a certain way. When the fork of the stick points down. That's the place he's looking for. Yeah, but does it really work? I never saw one work. Hey, looks like the harmless found the right kind of tree. Hank, can you reach that lowest branch? I reckon so. I can climb up, Doc. I can reach her. This is the one you want. Now be sure it's a living branch. I'll make sure. Yeah, if it's green. All right. Yeah. Now hand it to me. Here you are. Yeah, thanks. I'll just trim off the leaves and twigs and then take it home with me to work on. I'll finish preparing it. There. Black magic. It's black magic. Larson was up at dawn. He dressed in nervous haste, then hurried to his office. The door was half open. He went in and found the deputy already on hand. Thought you were here early. You got here first. I haven't been here. You haven't? Then who left the door open? Open? Was it open just as you saw it? I thought you'd been here. Sure. She who was using this spade? Spade? I don't know. Was there when I came. It's been used recent. I was that way yesterday. Dirt on its dab. It's been used since then. Who used it? I don't know, Larson. I just got here to wait for the Hermit and the others. They're starting to hunt from here, you know. Yeah. No. There come some of the folks now. I see him. There's old Dr. Hermit in the lead, holding the diviner rod before him. I better take this spade along in case he finds a place to dig. Hey there, deputy. You coming along with us? Wild horses couldn't keep me from seeing this. Come along if you want, but the doc's got to have it quiet. He can't have anyone too close to him. Have her walk slowly where the rod directs me. Look here. It's none of your business, Larson. You want to tag along, you can do so, but keep your trap shut. Is the divine and rod working? Seems to look out. Appears to pull the hermit right along. See there? It's impossible. Glad you brought a spade, Jack. Maybe we'll find use for two of them. How's your sister after that experience yesterday gave? Oh, she's all right. Sort of resting at home. Jack. Can you make an arrest if you have to? All I want is the chance, Jed. Good. What if you do find your gold, Calkins? That's What I'm after. Maybe those crooks I told you about really did bury it somewhere. Finding the gold won't stop you from keeping on the hunt for him, will it, Larson? That easy. I'll keep on the hunt. I've already got a couple of men out hunting them. Wait. There's a pull, a pull far stronger than that of gravity. It bends the rod. Earth, wood. I sakes alive. Just look at that. That stick's pointing right down. Fresh turned earth too. Dig there. Great work. Here, let me get this pig going. I'll help you. We'll make the dirt fly. It don't seem possible, Doc. I never saw the like of it. Well, we're not sure that this is what you're after. It is, though. Look here, Paul. Here's your leather bag. Wait now. I'll have her out in no time. Very, very deep. Here, let me get my hands on it. I can haul it out. I'll give you a hand. Here she is. That's it. That's my sack all right. And just as I left it. I've got my gold back. That's the main thing. Come on, all of you. Come to my place. We'll celebrate. Larson stood alone, dumbfounded at what he had seen. He made no pretense of joining the party that headed for the Calkins house. Instead, he waited until everyone was out of sight, then hurried away, muttering to himself. What a gift for twisting a full cat like Barton. Sneaked here in the night and changed the hiding place of the gold, huh? Ticket to D cross me. Even bust into the office and use my spade. Well, he'll be sorry. Guess who it like get to him. Larson lost no time. He hurried to his office, then through the office and out the back door, carried another shovel in his hand and headed for a clump of trees not more than 50 yards away. Here. He looked at the ground. Kirk, you can put the salad back in place so I'd never know I'd disturbed the girl. Make sure it's gone and I'll go where he is and deal with him. Double crossing crook. Poor cat pay for this double cross. Maybe he crossed me all the way along. Maybe that's why Calkins wasn't hurt, why the hermit wasn't shot dead. See? There's something here. Sure enough, something here. So. Leather sack. Same leather sack. Get your hands up, Larson. Hey, what the. That's the sack we're after. Mast. Who are you? I'm the man who found the second leather sack that you saw Calkins take home a few Minutes ago. He picks rope on crook. No, wait. Hold on. Caulkins has now is filled with stones. We didn't know whether you'd dig first to go and accuse your pal of double crossing you. Hell, it didn't matter. You tricked me. The Hermit helped and so did your superstition. Now wait. Let me talk. We'll make a deal. You may. There's only one deal to make with you, larson. Now listen, Mr. Elliot. Not too tight, Duno. There's time enough to hold him him fixed. All right. Now, Hawkins wants Barton behind bars. You have evidence that will put him there. Perhaps if you do that, Caulkins will recommend that you get jail instead of hanging. Although they can't hang me in. You tried to kill Caulkins. There's no proof. Tried to kill the Hermit. I didn't. That was Barton's job. You planned it. Oh, no. It was all button Barton's. Keep the whole thing. That'll do. You've told enough to make certain Barton gets what's coming to him. That's all we wanted. Now you can go on trial together. I didn't say a word. You can't prove it dead. My word against yours. Sure you're wrong, Larson. Look over there. The office is filled with people. We heard it all. We got enough on you, Larson. And Barton as well. Trick again. Me get him. We'll find Barton in short order. Soon as you can be jailed together. Juniper worked out slick. The Hermit sure made it look like he was making black magic. And there's a man that planned the whole thing. Hey, Lone Ranger. This here gold is yours. Take it. I want you to have it. Your gold, Hank. Good luck to you. Come on, fellow. Hey, but wait, big fella. I got a new sheriff now. Take over, Jack. I sure will. Get him up. Sam. It. Sam. The story you have just heard is a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated. Foreign. This has been a presentation of otrwesterns.com and we hope you enjoyed. 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