
Original Air Date: January 11, 1952Host: Andrew RhynesShow: The Lone RangerPhone: (707) 98 OTRDW (6-8739) Stars:• Brace Beemer (Lone Ranger)• John Todd (Tonto) Writer:• Fran Striker Producer:• George W. Trendle Music:• Ben Bonnell Exit music from: Roun...
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The Lone Ranger
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Andrew Ryans
Welcome to the Old Time Radio Westerns. I'm your host, Andrew Ryans 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.
Narrator
A fiery horse with the speed of light, a cloud of dust and a hearty hio. Silver the Lone Ranger, with his faithful Indian companion, Tottle, the daring and 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. From out of the past come the thundering hoofbeats of the great horse Silver.
The Lone Ranger
The Lone Ranger rides again. Come on, Silver. Let's go. Big boat. I am Silver. Away.
Narrator
Sanville had been a small community of crude homes and a trading post built around a water hole at the western edge of a vast expanse of arid desert. Then the water hole went dry, people moved away and the place became a ghost town. For years, there had been no life in Sanville. Then three men rode in and drew rein in front of the old building that had been the trading post.
The Lone Ranger
Well, boys, we made it. We didn't leave tracks that anyone can follow.
Tonto
Yeah, we made it, Jud. It was a mighty rough trip. I never saw ground as rugged and.
The Lone Ranger
Broken as the ground around the southern edge of the desert. The northern route is just as bad, Mark. Maybe worse. If I had to do it again, I'd ride straight across the desert, cut the distance in two. Slim, you talk like a tenderfoot. That desert is murder. Yeah, it's all alkali. Without a wagon, you couldn't carry enough water to see you through. Well, I'd rather risk it than take that southern trail again. I'm sorry to hear you say that, Slim. Why? Because you're starting out first thing tomorrow morning to travel the same route in the opposite direction. You mean back to prison? That's it. I want to send a message to the warden. But, Judd, Bud, Bart might have been seen by someone during the jailbreak. But I know that no one could possibly have seen you in the woods where you waited with the horses. So you're the one who will have to go by morning. Your horse will be rested. I don't see why you want to send a message to the warden. It's just so as you can gloat about escaping it. Isn't that at all slim. As a matter of fact, the note won't be for the warden to be addressed to a certain hombre who's due to call on the warden within the next few days. The man who caught me and turned.
Tonto
Me over to the law.
The Lone Ranger
The man that I can thank for being sentenced to jail for the rest of my life. I thought you were captured by the Lone Ranger. Right. I vowed I'd get square with him. It's the last thing I ever do. How do you know he'll call on the warden? Because I heard the warden talking about it. He had a letter from the masked man. He's expecting them around the first of the month. The warden is expecting the Lone Ranger? Yeah. And the Lone Ranger said in his letter that he was going to visit a young friend named Dan. A kid who's in school somewhere. Yeah, I've heard about that kid. His name is Dan Reed. He travels once in a while with the Lone Ranger in Tono. That's right. I figured he'd use Dan to bait a trap for them masked men.
Narrator
True to the promise made in the letter, Judd Pine had heard the warden talking about. The Lone Ranger reached the territorial prison on the first of the month for one of his infrequent visits with his friend, the warden. He was surprised to learn that the notorious highwayman and killer named Judd Pine had escaped.
Tonto
Yes, he broke out of jail a week ago. He had help from the outside. Too bad he wasn't hanged.
The Lone Ranger
Well, there wasn't as much proof of murder as there was of thievery.
Tonto
He's a killer. And he'll kill again unless he's recaptured very soon.
The Lone Ranger
Have any tracks been found? No.
Tonto
I sent men out with bloodhounds. They found the place where someone waited with horses in the woods between here and the desert. They followed the trail into a swamp and lost it.
The Lone Ranger
Judd Pine was always clever.
Tonto
You and Toddo ran him to earth.
The Lone Ranger
Well, Toddo has no equal at finding a trail.
Tonto
I hoped you might do it again. Is Toddo outside?
The Lone Ranger
Toddo isn't with me. Oh? He wanted to visit Indian friends while I call on you. We're to meet in an old camp in a few days, then go to visit Dan Reed. In the meantime, I'll see if I can find any trace of Jud Pine.
Tonto
I knew I could count on you. Oh, by the way, I have a letter here in my desk. It was delivered yesterday.
The Lone Ranger
A letter for you.
Tonto
Here it is.
The Lone Ranger
Thanks.
Narrator
The letter spoke of a teenaged boy named Dan Reed. Only the Lone Ranger Tottle and the boy himself knew that Dan was the masked man's only living relative. His nephew. The warden noticed lines of tension beneath the mask. The Lone Ranger finished reading, folded the letter slowly and put it into his pocket. His eyes met those of the warden.
The Lone Ranger
Warden, do you remember the boy who was with me the last time I called on you?
Tonto
Dan Reed? Yes, I remember him very well. A fine lad. He was going west from here to his school.
The Lone Ranger
According to this letter, Dan left school and was traveling to meet me when he was taken ill. He was found by a prospector not far from Sandville.
Tonto
Is that letter from him?
The Lone Ranger
No, it's from the prospector. The time he wrote, Dan had a raging fever. He kept asking for me and you.
Tonto
Must go to him. By all means.
The Lone Ranger
The letter was written several days ago. By this time, Dan may.
Tonto
He may have recovered. I wonder how the prospector knew you'd be here.
The Lone Ranger
Dan gave him several names. You, a padre, Thunder Martin. He says he's writing all of these people. I'll leave the letter with you. Warden Tyler will probably come here when I don't meet him. As we plan to show it to him.
Tonto
Very well. You're leaving for Sandville at once?
The Lone Ranger
Yes.
Tonto
Need anything? Food?
The Lone Ranger
Water? No. I have food for several days. My canteens are full.
Tonto
Well, you know, I'll hope for the best.
The Lone Ranger
Sykes.
Narrator
Monsoon the old ranger knew that the shortest distance to Sandville was straight across the desert. With utmost confidence in the strength of his great horse, Silver, he challenged the biting alkali sand and the merciless sun. He traveled at a steady gape through the remainder of the afternoon and the coolness that came with night, pausing infrequently to rest Silver and bathe the horse's nostrils. Morning found him still traveling due west and planning to stop and rest through the blistering noonday. Then suddenly the great horse stumbled as his front hoop found a hole. Silver, the masked man, was thrown from the saddle. Both horse and rider crashed to. The masked man raised his head slowly. Then he sat up and a stab of pain in one leg brought an involuntary gasp to his lips. He felt at his leg. There was no broken bone, but the knee had been wrenched. Ligaments had probably been torn Silver was nearby, standing on three legs.
The Lone Ranger
You too, Silver. Come here, boy. Come to me.
Narrator
The gallant horse hobbled to the side of its fallen master who examined the injured leg.
The Lone Ranger
Thank goodness it's not broken. Looks like you've strained a muscle, Silver. Well, time must be the healer for both of us. How long can we stay here on the desert?
Narrator
The Lone Ranger struggled to his feet, but the pain in one knee made him giddy. He fought back the dizziness until he had grasped his two canteens then sank back to the ground. There was a little water in one canteen, but the other, which had been full, was smashed and empty, split open.
The Lone Ranger
We can't last long on this desert without water. You wait. Rest until the sun is gone. Then try to travel.
Narrator
The hot afternoon dragged slowly, but at last the sun went down. The Lone Ranger's knee was badly swollen. When he stood, he had to lean against his horse or cling to the saddle for support. He used a little of the precious water to moisten a bandana and wipe Silver's nostrils and took a few drops for himself. Then he started westward. Progress was painfully slow. Silver hobbled on three legs while the masked man gripped the saddle pommel and limped alongside. Pain lanced from his toes to shoulder each time he put his weight on the injured leg. After an hour of effort marked by increasing agony he abandoned the attempt to travel and lay down on the sandy ground. Through the night, the man and horse slept fitfully. Then dawn and another day of desert sun began. Overhead, big birds circled slowly. Vultures waiting for death.
The Lone Ranger
Those birds, Silver, they see us. They're watching. Well, I'll let them know we're not dead yet. Perhaps someone will hear the shots.
Narrator
That night, when it was cooler, the masked man made another attempt to travel on foot. After less than half a mile, he realized that neither he nor Silver had strength to go on. The night was one of sleeplessness and hopelessness. During the searing heat of the next day, strange thoughts ran through the Lone Ranger's mind and there arose visions of the past.
The Lone Ranger
Our yesterday's, Silver. Our wonderful yesterday's. There was a day that I first saw you galloping wild and free as the wind. The king of the valley. Then the day I found you after your battle with a buffalo. You were lying bruised and torn, too weak to move, and I approached Tano. Tano was with me. Your eyes watched every move I made. But I came towards you.
Narrator
The scene in Green Valley was recalled vividly. It was long ago, when Silver had been a wild horse that had never known the Weight of a saddle or the restraint of a bit. The Lone Ranger could hear once more the things that he and Toto had said at the side of the untamed white stallion.
Tonto
White horse.
The Lone Ranger
Hurt bad? Yes. Toto, give me some water, please. I'll obey. These wounds. Steady there, old fellow. I want to help you.
Tonto
Here, you canteen. You hold Bandana. Me pour water first.
The Lone Ranger
I wipe the dust from his nostrils. There now. Steady, boy. I'll not hurt you.
Tonto
Morsel's eye is not frightened now.
The Lone Ranger
He seems to know I want to be a friend. Let me wash those wounds, fella. Steady, boy. Steady. Whoa, there. Don't try to stand.
Tonto
Oh, him stand? You not hold down horse like that?
The Lone Ranger
You beauty. I wouldn't try to hold you. You were unsteady, Silver, and puzzled. You had learned to look on men as enemies. You wanted to run away, but you were too weak. You stayed until your wounds were healed. You were strong. During that time, you learned that we were friends, Tonto and I. You trusted us. You let us put a hauler on you and a saddle. You let us teach you to become a partner. I remember the day you stood with your white coat brushed and shining. You were the most beautiful horse Tonto and I had ever seen.
Tonto
Kumasabe. Big horse. Shine like Silver.
The Lone Ranger
Silver. That's it. Toddo. That's what we'll call him. Easy. Steady. Easy now on, Silver. Come on, Silver. You've always responded. Vultures. Vultures overhead again. Drive them back. Maybe someone will hear the shots. Someone like Toddo came once before. I was about to die. It was long before I found you, Silver. It was in the days when I was a Texas Ranger. There were six of us, all Rangers. One was my brother, Dan's father. I wonder if Dan survived the crisis. He needed a Silver. That day when his father died, all six of us were ambushed in a canyon. I saw my friends go down. And then my brother. Then a bullet struck me.
Narrator
The curtain falls on the first act of our Lone Ranger adventure. Before the next exciting scenes, please permit us to pause for just a few moments.
The Lone Ranger
Sam sat.
Narrator
The Lone Ranger lay with a wrenched knee in the middle of the desert. Silver, the muscles of one leg, strained from a fall, was beside him. Heat and hunger tortured both man and horse. Half awake, half sleeping, the masked man relived adventures of the past. He recalled the day when he and other Texas Rangers had been ambushed by outlaws. He had been shot and seriously wounded. He regained consciousness in a cave and heard the voice of an Indian.
Tonto
Are you awake at last?
The Lone Ranger
Yes.
Tonto
Danger pass now you get well.
The Lone Ranger
I remember an ambush.
Tonto
That right me find you in canyon and carry you here.
The Lone Ranger
You. You seem familiar.
Tonto
Ah, many year ago when you boy, you find Indian boy in trouble, you help him.
The Lone Ranger
I remember his name. His name was Tonto.
Tonto
Ah, me Tonto.
The Lone Ranger
Tonto. My brothers, my friends. There were six of us in the canyon.
Tonto
Other Rangers.
The Lone Ranger
All dead. All dead.
Tonto
Me bury five men, make six mounds of dirt. Outlaws think you die with others.
The Lone Ranger
Then you're the only one who knows I'm still alive.
Tonto
That's right. Outlaws not know you live to get revenge.
The Lone Ranger
The lone survivor. I'll make those crooks pay, Toto. I'll make all crooks regret the day you nursed a dying Ranger back to life. I'll keep my identity a secret. Let it remain buried with the bodies of. Of my partners. I'll wear a mask. I'll ride as a lone survivor. A lone Ranger.
Narrator
The Lone Ranger remembered that time very well as he lay helpless on the desert. Bright stars seemed very close to earth that night. Weak from thirst and hunger, the Lone Ranger was hardly aware of the dull pain in his leg. The water was gone and almost all of his cartridges had been spent. There was little left for him but memories. Then full consciousness returned. For a moment, the Lone Ranger shifted his position. The slight movement sent new stabs of pain through his swollen leg. Then he lay back and closed his eyes. He seemed to be riding the great white horse. He thought he felt wind beat against his face. He thought he heard the thundering hoof beats. He was living again the thrilling adventure when he carried word from General Custer to the captain of a detachment of troops.
The Lone Ranger
Easy, said he, big fella. General Custer sent me to head you off. There are Indians waiting in the woods ahead. If you proceed as planned, your troopers will be ambushed. Am I supposed to take the word of a masked man? Why did General Custer send you? You had a full day start, Captain. I was the only one with a fresh horse, the only one with a chance to overtake you.
Tonto
Do you expect me to believe that? It's probably a trick. We'll proceed as planned.
The Lone Ranger
Well, there may be one way to convince you I'm telling the truth. See what happens when I ride into the woods. I'll prove their Indians waiting. Monsieur.
Narrator
A masked man drew fire from the Indians rifles to prove his point. The captain ordered the charge. And the Indian's plan to surprise the troopers was defeated.
The Lone Ranger
Remember that fight, Silver? Both you and I were wounded. That other time when five outlaws waiting to kill Wild Bill Hickok, the lawman when he came out of a cafe, Don and I learned of the plan and arrived just as Wild Bill opened the door. Oh, Bill. Stay back. Stay back. Let him have it, boys. Why, you dirty dry cultures. Out. Wait a minute, Bill. They're gone. Mask. You sneak. An owl hooter. No. Stop. I hated to do it, Bill, but there was no time to tell you I was on your side. Totto.
Tonto
You hurt Kimothlammy.
The Lone Ranger
I'm all right, but I had to wing Bill in self defense. Help me with him. Take your hands off me, both of you. Don't wound my arm. It's just a flesh wound. Bill, I'm sorry, but I had to shoot to keep you from killing me. I still can't figure why you. It was a trap. Those gun hands were waiting for you. Well, aren't you one of them? Todd and I are not outlaws. You've made a lot of enemies, Wild Bill Hickok. Every lawman does. Toto overheard your murder being planned. We tried to help you. I see. I can't figure out how you outgunned me. I had the drop on you. But I've heard of only one gent who can handle a six gun as fast as I can. You must be that man.
Tonto
You're the Lone Ranger.
The Lone Ranger
Do you remember the Hickok, Silver? Do you remember Thunder Martin? And the way he talked about his friend Clarabelle Hornblow? What if she does have a face like a horse? I've seen some downright handsome horses. Thunder was devoted to Clarabelle. Let anybody try saying anything bad about Clarabelle. Let him try. That's all I ask. I'll unhitch his arm and knock his ears off with his own elbow. Oh, there never was a pair like Thunder and Clarabel. I remember old Roy being the judge of Vinegaroon and Calamity Jane. And Barnaby Boggs. Doc Halliday, Pawnee Bill and Buffalo Bill. Ma Hank, Wyatt Earp, the James boys and the Younger brothers. Lawmen. Lawmen and builders. Outlaws and renegades. Yes, I see them all. Seem to be walking toward a great white light. And there's the padre. That light. That light. Silver. It's a sun come to torture us again. Not a drop of water left. Only six bullets. I'll fire three now, three more later and pray that someone's near enough to.
Narrator
The sun rose higher and higher in the sky, its searing rays beating down on the panting horse. And his half conscious master, the Lone Ranger, raised himself painfully.
The Lone Ranger
Three bullets left, Silver. I'll fire them now. It's no use. There's nobody. Nobody to hear them.
Narrator
What?
The Lone Ranger
Silver. I'm hearing voices again.
Narrator
The Lone Ranger mustered his strength to lift his head and turn his glazed eyes toward the west. He saw his friend approaching but thought it was only another figment of imagination. Then he sank to the ground, unconscious.
Tonto
Kimasabi.
The Lone Ranger
Taro. Is it. Is it true? Are you really here?
Tonto
Me here? Kimasabe.
The Lone Ranger
How?
Tonto
You take a sip of water. Then me bathe. Face some more water.
The Lone Ranger
Water.
Tonto
Me bring plenty water.
The Lone Ranger
It's good. But Silver is.
Tonto
He gives silver water too. Him be all right? Plenty. Soon we camp here till him ready to walk.
The Lone Ranger
Camp here? Tahno.
Tonto
The desert men come with heavy wagon. Plenty food, water and tent for shelter. You drink some more water now. Then have little food.
The Lone Ranger
But Taro. Dan Reed. He sent for me. Dan is sent.
Tonto
Dan Reed. Him all right. Now you drink, eat, then rest. Later me tell you all about Dan Reed.
Narrator
It was later in the day when the Lone Ranger awakened and felt considerably refreshed. Moreover, swelling in his leg had started to subside. He found himself in the shade of a tarpaulin thrown over a light frame. Nearby, he saw a heavy wagon and a team of strong horses. The warden was at his side with Toto. There was more water and a nourishing broth. While he ate, the Lone Ranger heard the warden's story.
Tonto
You left Toddo at a Padres mission when you came to see me.
The Lone Ranger
That's right.
Tonto
Warden Toddo planned to visit Indian friends and meet you in a camp.
The Lone Ranger
Yes.
Tonto
Toddo changed his plans. He didn't call on Thundercloud. He came directly to the prison. And Dan Reed was with him.
The Lone Ranger
With Toddo? Yes.
Tonto
Dan had a vacation from school, so he went to the mission hoping to find you and his Indian friends. He and Tonto arrived soon after you left on your trip to Sandville.
The Lone Ranger
But that letter.
Tonto
Inasmuch as Dan was with Tonto, we knew the letter was a lie. We tried to overtake you. We didn't know whether you'd travel around the southern side of the desert or the northern side. So Tondo and Dan took the south trail accompanied by one of my men. Another man and I rode around the northern edge of the desert. We met in Sandville and there was a gunfight.
The Lone Ranger
A gunfight? Yes.
Tonto
Jud Pine was hiding there. It was he who sent the letter, hoping to lead you into a trap.
The Lone Ranger
A clever trap. It sounded convincing because he mentioned so many people I knew.
Tonto
Judd Pine is a clever crook. He never made a move without a lot of research and careful planning. He must have known you.
The Lone Ranger
Well, then he's back in prison.
Tonto
Yes. And with him, the two men who helped him escape. One of whom delivered Judd's letter.
The Lone Ranger
But you, Toto, here.
Tonto
We knew you were traveling towards Sandville. The only route we hadn't covered was straight across the desert. The fact that you hadn't reached your destination convinced Toddo you'd met with trouble. Toddle rode ahead. I followed with a wagon and supplies for any emergency.
The Lone Ranger
But Dan. Dan Reed.
Tonto
Where is he? Outside with Silver. Dan.
The Lone Ranger
Yes, sir.
Tonto
Your friend is awake.
The Lone Ranger
Oh, golly. I'm sure glad to see you, sir. Dan. Oh, Silver. Oh, he's fine, sir. He'll be as good as new in a short time. But how about you? My knee is improving, Dan. By the time Silver's ready for action, I'll be ready to give the word. Word? I'll tell you, warden, I owe Silver away.
Narrator
This is a feature of the Lone Ranger in Incorporated, created by George W. Trendle, produced by Trendle Campbell Enterprises and directed by Charles D. Livingston. Tonight's drama was written by Fran Stryker. The part of the Lone Ranger is played by Brace Beamer.
The Lone Ranger
Foreign.
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The Lone Ranger
Sam.
Host: Andrew Rhynes
Date: September 4, 2025
Featured Story: "The Lone Ranger" (original air date: 01-11-52)
Length: ~32 minutes
This episode of Old Time Radio Westerns brings a digitally restored presentation of a classic Lone Ranger radio drama from 1952. Listeners are transported to the golden age of radio, following the legendary masked hero as he braves the harsh desert, faces an old nemesis, and reminisces about pivotal moments in his past. The episode weaves action, backstory, and suspense, while reflecting on the importance of perseverance, friendship, and justice on the American frontier.
The episode maintains a tone of earnest heroism and nostalgia, characteristic of classic radio Westerns. The language is gallant, earnest, and richly evocative, brimming with camaraderie and the spirit of rugged perseverance.
This restored Lone Ranger broadcast is a masterclass in radio storytelling, interweaving life-and-death stakes with the hero's emotional and historical reflections. Listeners are treated both to high tension, as the Lone Ranger battles the elements and a cunning enemy, and to moments of deep personal recollection—tracing the roots of his enduring partnership with Silver and Tonto, and the legacy of justice in the West.
The episode not only thrills with action and suspense, but also honors the iconic mythos of the Lone Ranger—his origins, ethos, and unbreakable friendships. For new listeners and longtime fans alike, this is a stirring return to “those thrilling days of yesteryear.”