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This is one of over 80 episodes released monthly. From your enjoyment, you can find more Western shows at our website by going to otrwesterns.com now let's get into this episode. Fiery horse at the speed of light, a cloud of dust and a hearty high. Silver the Lone Ranger, 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. Warren Silver we're heading for the Missouri River. The moon was bright as the Lone Ranger and Tonto rained up on the banks of the upper Missouri. One of the great river boats ablaze with light was steaming past. And faintly below the sound of the paddle wheels, the masked man of the Indian could hear music and singing on. That's a Davy Crockett kimosabe. Captain Weather is a skipper. Ah, it's a strange sight up here. Two or three hundred people, music and dancing on board. Nothing but forest on either side of the river. You look. We'll head to this bank and the pilot knows his business. Maybe a sandbar in the middle, I counter. Think maybe them tie up here. Yes, it's possible. The boats usually keep going when the move is bad. Is this though? But you're right, you see the men on the lower deck getting ready with the lines. This not good place to tie up. Plenty Indian around here. Not good Indian. Looks like a fight going on. What do you mean? With a gang plank. Ride a little closer and find out what it's about. Get off the scout. The steamboat slowly steamed into the wooded cold. Then the engines were cut as she nosed the bank near the gang plank. On the lower deck, Captain Weatherby stood beside two young men, well dressed in frock coats and flowered waistcoats. They were objecting strenuously, but the captain cut them short with a gesture as he turned to the deck crew. Hey. Past those lines. All right, Skipper. Now down with the gang plane. There you are, gents. This is where you get off. You can't do this to us, Captain. Can't I? I can do anything I want aboard my own boat. That forest out there, how are we going to find a way through it? All of the river. We have many horses. And what about Indians? Now, look, Captain, listen to reason. The rule is that there's no gambling on the Davy Crockett. The sign's posted all over. All right. We'll give you our word that it won't happen again. There's only way I can. One way I can be sure of that. We gave back the money we won. Yes, and I gave you back your passage money. All of it. I. Get moving down that gang plank or I'll have the boys give you a lift. Captain, what's the matter? For a last time. Come on, Greg. We have no choice. Oh, well, we've been in worse spots. I'm ready. This will be a lesson to every professional gambler on the river. From now on, they'll steer clear of the Davy Crockett. Stand by to cast off, then, Men. Start to walk now. Yes. Kimo Sabe. Captain wasn't as hard on them as he pretended to be. Parish Landing is less than two miles up the river. Ah, that place where wood cutters live. Bill Parish and his brother Ed. They have plenty of horses. And those gamblers can buy some. Maybe them. Wait for next boat. There won't be another one heading upstream for a week. I think they'll buy horses. Maybe so. We'll follow them, Tahlo. Not close enough to be seen, just in case there are Indians around. Come on, get him up, Scout. The two young gamblers found only one of the Parish brothers at the landing. But he gladly offered them a bed for the night. In the morning, they woke up to find breakfast ready on the table. And after they had eaten their host. Sold them two horses and all the supplies they needed when the transaction was completed. Here they are, gents. They're all in the bay, all saddle, ready to go. What do we owe you? Two horses, two saddles, supplies. $350. What about putting us up last night? Aren't you going to charge for that? I should say not. That was a pleasure. With that up at Fort Fenton. It gets mighty lonely around here. I was glad to have your company. $350, you say? And here's my hair. Here's mine. Look. Deck of cards. You carry your own? Usually, but they don't belong in my pocket. Say, I've got an idea. Do you like to take a chance, Bill? Sometimes. What do you say we cut for the horses? Double or nothing? I'd like to take a chance. All right. Fine, fine. Shuffle the card, Silver. Wait a minute. Somehow I didn't think there'd be much chance connected with that deal. What do you mean? Just what it said. I'll be satisfied with the 350. Listen, mister, if you're. I didn't say a word. Maybe you'd better take a look at this note. Where'd you get this? Somebody slipped it under the door during the night. Who wrote it? How should I know? What's it say? Don't gamble with your guests. You lose. What the. It sounds like a friendly warning to me, so if you don't mind. Hey. Here. Here's your money. Thanks. Who wrote that? You'll find out. Get up there, boy. Get up. Adios. Bill had suggested that instead of following the banks of the winding river, they take the forest trail. So Greg and Silk headed straight west. The trail was wide, but the great trees met overhead, and even at noon they rode through shadows. Silk became a little worried. You think we've made a mistake? How? By not sticking to the river? You heard what Perry said. This trail through the forest saves us a couple of hundred miles. And there's no chance of missing it. It's practically a road lot to travel. Wagon tracks we've been following couldn't have been made any later than yesterday. Might have been today. Even so, Greg, the forest is awfully thick around here. And Parrish had to admit there were Indians. Our horses are good. If we can't outshoot them, we can outrun them. Maybe. I only wish we'd stick. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. That shot wasn't far away. You're telling me. No more of them, though. Maybe the wagon's just up ahead of us. One of the men could have taken a shot at a deer. Yeah, that's it. No, it isn't. Well, which way do we ride? We hit the bag trailer. Do we ride and see what it's about? I'll flip a coin. Call it. Heads, we go on. Tails we play it safe. It's tails. Well, let's go on anyway. Kino. Get up. Come on in. Get up. Ahead of them on the trail, a covered wagon had been pulled up. On the seat were a middle aged woman and a 16 year old boy. Both of them were tense, waiting, searching the tangled forest. A boy held a rifle, ready for action. What about it, Jimmy? Do you see any sign of him? No, ma. I wonder if you hit him. I don't think so. He didn't let out any yell. Maybe you shouldn't have fired. I had to. He meant business. Just look at that arrow sticking in the side of the wagon. You should have listened to what they told us back at Plainsville. We'd have had to wait a month for a wagon train just the same. Oh, don't get nervous, mate. After all, there was only one engine. What do you say we drive on? Listen, I hear them horses. They'll be coming around that bend in minutes. Yeah. Is it the engines? I don't think so. They keep back in the trees and from the sound of those hoof beats, I'd say the horses were shot. Most engines. There they are. Why, a couple of travelers like us. Howdy. Hello there. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. You heard shooting in the room? Jimmy saw an engine back in the trees. He shot that arrow at us. That's bad. There's one engine, there's apt to be a lot more. We'd sure appreciate it if you was to ride away with us, mister. Indeed we would. I'm Martha Winton. This is my son Jimmy. We're on our way to the Diggins at Alder to meet my husband. Howdy, ma'. Am. Howdy. I'll flip Greg. We'll keep you company, ma'. Am. But heads we go on. Tails we turn back to Plainsville. It's tails. Oh, we don't want to turn back. There's a long trail ahead of us. All right then, revlo up your horses, son. We'll ride along beside you. Get ready to shoot. Here comes an Injun now. There's a masked man with him. Put on those guns out of your life. He shot the gun right out of his hand. Teddy Silvers. Teddy, we aren't outlaws. We're friends. You listen to what masked friends say. There's a band of 20 Indians half a mile away. They're getting ready to attack. Golly. No chance to stand them off here. If we can make the hill beyond the next ride, we'll have some cover. They're cave inside a hill. It's large enough to drive the horses and wagon inside. You lead the way, mister. Come on, then. Get him there. Come on. Get. The little party reached the cave just in time. No sooner had the men taken their positions behind the rocks at the entrance than the war party burst through the COVID of the forest and raced toward them. But the savages were armed for the most part, with bows and arrows. Only a few had rifles, and the deadly fire from the cave's opening drove them back, broke their courage and sent them down the trail and full retreat. When Jimmy had driven the wagon out on the trail once more, the Lone Ranger drew the two gamblers aside. I hope you're going to ride on with Mrs. Winton and her son. Yes, I guess we will. I'm glad. By the time you got to older, you may have learned something. What's that? Might even change your way of making a living. What are you driving at? Yeah, just what's wrong with the way we make our living? They're gamblers. How do you know? Well, from the way you're dressed for one thing. Another? Tonneau and I watched you get off the Davy Crockett below Parry's Landing. You were there. Then this must be the army that left a note with Bill. That's right, I did. You got a lot of nerve. We're much obliged for the help you gave us just now. But nobody's going to call us crooked and get away with it. I didn't do that exactly. But would Bill Parish have lost if he had gambled with you? He might have that. Don't say that. We were the two of you working together. You'd have been more than a match for him. Certain. All right, it's our business. What about it? Is it only money you're after? That's part of it. Seems mighty funny to me that a masked man can look down on a gambler. We don't break the law. Anyway, neither do I. I let Greg finish answering my question. Money's only part of your reason. What's the rest of it? Excitement. I thought so. Have you had some excitement today? We liked it, too. I know you did. Don't you feel a lot better than if you'd won the Winton's outfit by playing poker with young Jimmy? Say, what do you take Us for? Yeah. There wouldn't have been much difference between him and Bill Parish. Now look here, mister. We're riding with Mrs. Winton and Jimmy. We're seeing to it that they get the alder safe. We're not the kind of coyotes that'll take advantage of people like them. If I don't think there was some good in you, I wouldn't have wasted my time with you. Huh? You're both young and strong. You're the kind of men the west needs. Not if you stick to gambling, hoping you'll find out there's a lot more satisfaction and a lot more excitement. And playing a different game. What? Fighting to make a place for yourself out here working to build the West? Tondo just told me who you are. He's the Lone Ranger. A lone Ranger? That's right. We're sure proud to meet up with you. But Tondo says you're going to ride on ahead. We'll make sure the trail's safe. And if it is, you'll keep on to the Diggins. That's our plan now. Well, naturally we'll take a lot longer with the wagon. I was just wondering if you'd stop at my husband's cabin and tell him we'll be there in a few days. We'll be glad to. And tell him you left us safe and that we won't have any trouble with Greg and Silk keeping us company. I'll tell him that, too, said a big fella. Think over what I've said, man. Ready, fellow? You ready? Come on, Silver. Get him up. Come on. Hi, my man. Here it is. The name on the stake is Ben Whitten. Fellow. This must be his cabin. Ah. It's nearly midnight. We deliver our message and then make camp beyond the ghost. Who's there? Ben? Yep. Didn't permit it a minute. Something strange about his voice. Kimosabe. I'm going to take a look in the window. What's he do with that gun? Victor, we got to break in. Oh. Oh. Get out of here. Go. My arm. You can't stop me. Give me something. I. I've killed him. 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. Mom. Now to continue our story with the lone range. And Tonto broke into Ben Wenton's cabin. The miner had a gun in his hand. Quickly, the masked man reached for it. But before he could twist it out of his grasp, Ben pressed the trigger. He must have been where bullet hit you. It's just my arm, Tado. It's only a scratch. Take a look. I'm glad. I didn't mean to shoot. You didn't mean to shoot me, but you were going to use that gun. What if I was? I want to know why. Wound not bad. This do for vanish till we get to camp. Why, Ben, you'll get nothing from me. You're wearing a mask. You're holding a gun on me. All right, go ahead and shoot. The only reason I'm holding this gun is to keep it away from you. What's that letter on the table? You can't read that. I'll have to get out of here. You'll not talk like that. This Lone Ranger, he'll try to help you. The Lone Ranger, huh? Oh, it's no use. Nobody can help me. What's the matter with you helping yourself? I don't see why you wanted to gamble away a good claim. But if you've lost this one, why don't you stake another quick ton of going to catch him? Lower him into that chair. Let me put him down here, Ari. You don't have to answer. You aren't well enough to go on prospecting. I'm done for. What difference does it make how I cash in my chips? My wife and boy are coming up here. There's still money enough in the bank to get him back home. I can't face him. You are a coward. I never have been till now. I wrote them so much about my claim, though. They'll expect so much there's nothing left. Why didn't you think of them before you gambled? I haven't been able to work for a couple of months. It was just to get a little ready money to fix the place up. I started to lose. And I kept on getting in deeper and deeper and till I couldn't quit. Who owns your claim now? Ace Harding. I've got to be off the land by the end of the week. Tanto. What do you think? Him not die. You hear that, Ben? And this fever, Tanto make medicine. Make him well and too weak. Two weeks. How do you feel any different? Oh, sure, if he means it. If he isn't just trying. If he means it. He wouldn't say it if he didn't. Then I can work again. I can make a living from Martha and Jimmy. Of course you can. Better him. Go to bed now. All right, Kimosabi. We're going to stay here, Ben, and take care of you until your wife arrives. I don't know exactly when that'll be. We have a message from them. They should be here the day after tomorrow. Perhaps. Then. Then what? I. I have an idea, Ben. We may be able to do something about your claim. It was not until the Winton family was reunited that the Lone Ranger spoke of the claim again. But this time it was not to Ben. He and Tato and Greg himself were unloading the wagon at the rear of the cabin. Have you decided what you're going to do, Greg? We're going to rent a cabin in town in the cafes. And just a little while we thought we might try our hand at prospecting. That would be good news. Ms. Whitten told us how much money Ben's making on his claim. Was Making? Yeah. I mean till he took six. We can do half as well. It's better than poker. Greg, did you ever hear of a man named Ace Harding? Ace Harding? Why that pole cat. If you judge all gamblers by him, no wonder you don't have a good opinion of the breed. Is he crooked? He's a hound's hind leg. Why are you asking about him? Well, he's the man who owns this claim. He won it from Ben last week at poker. Huh? He cheated him out of it. You can bet on that. You think you two are a match for Ace? I should smile. We know all these crooked tricks backward and forward. He steers clear of any game worrying Kimasabe. Yes, Hello. Their boy at Corner Cabin maybe even hear you. I'll talk to you two in town tomorrow night. Come on, Jimmy. And a hand with these supplies. The following night, Ace Harding stood at the bar in the Golden Nugget Cafe and called for drinks for the house richer on me. This Ace Harding is fine, boys. Step up and quench your thirst. You're Ace hearted none other, sonny. The one and only Ace. There ain't a man in the gold country can stand up to me. I got blasting powdering both my fists. I don't give no odds to a grizzly. And what's more. What's more, you're a crook and a cheat set. You cheated my part of his claim. You gotta give it back. Who are you? I'm Jimmy Winton. You cheated my pa. Let this youngin in here to plague me. You're a crook. You shut your mouth. I won't. I'm not as scared of you. Then I'll shut it for you. Pick him up. Drag him out of here. And hurry up with those drinks. At that moment the Lone Ranger and Tonto swung into the saddle and gave their great Horses free rein, they left their well hidden camp behind and raced toward the town where they'd promised to meet Silk and Greg. But a mile from the outskirts, they saw a slight figure riding toward them. As they drew closer, the Lone Ranger recognized him. Hello, Jimmy Whitton up ahead. That's right. Rand up, Jimmy. Easy, boy. Easy, Blue. Howdy, mess man. What are you doing so far from home at this time of night? I've been into town. What for? I had some. Some business to take care of. You've been crying, Jimmy. Oh, I haven't. Your jaw. What's happened to it? I don't care. He's bigger than I am now. Just wait till I grow up. Then I'll show him. Who are you talking about? Ace Harding. I told him he was a crook. Can he hit you? I don't care. I'll show him. Ace Harding can't wait until you grow up to be shown. Now you go straight home. Yes, sir. Get up there. Get up. You know where Greg and Silk are staying? Ah, time to show you. We'll stop there first. And we're going after Ace. Come on, Silver. Get him up. Scout. On. The Lone Ranger and Tato rode into town. At a sign from the Indian, they swung to the left of one of the cross streets and pulled their horses to a sliding stop in front of the third cabin. From the corner. In a flash, the masked man was out of the saddle, knocking at the door. Greg opened it. There was a hurried conference. And then once more, the Lone Ranger was in the saddle. This time he rode alone back to the main street, straight down until he reached the Golden Nugget cafe. His feet were on the ground before Silver had stopped completely up the steps and across the porch. A moment later, inside the cafe. Open your hands, all of you. Face Harding. What do you want? I'm here, Joe. You gonna stand by and do nothing when a hold up man walks into your place? I'm here, Harding. No, no, no. Don't shoot. I'm coming. Make it fast. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Sure thing. Now out the door. Where you taking me? You'll find that out soon enough. Move. This is. This is my own cabin. Let's walk right in. Keep going. Where? What's the idea? You'll find some friends waiting for you in the next room. Friends? Look, you can't get away with this. There he is, men. Silk and gray. Howdy, Ace. You're just in time for a little poker. Draw up a chair. I don't want to. You can't. Can't what? All Right. I. I'll play. That's better Tono. You're now without in the front room Gentlemen, we leave you to your game. Now before we sit down Tono we just lock the do. You awake? Yes Ton of it'd be morning one more hour. I know games lasted a long time. You tell Greg Silk to play fire? Yes I did. They'll see to it that Ace does too. But maybe them not win. They don't. Well that's too bad. I still have a little score to settle with Ace. But somebody knocking door you see what they want. Well, Greg won all these his money he wants to play some old they can't quit Now I got the deed to a claim in the drawer of this table. Look I got a pen and ink here. I'm signing it over and that makes it just as good as cash. How much cash? $10,000. The only loud Ben winning 5,000 when he put it up. All right, 5,000. You can't quit. We won't Mr. Come on back. Well we wait some more teller him want to keep on. Yes. So did Ben. Sunrise Kimasabe here come knock again. Let's hope. Well, it's all over. Is it? Here, will you take this bill of sale signed by Ace. But it isn't made out to anybody. So you can just hand it over to Ben and he wouldn't have to know how he got it. That might be a good idea. You could just say that Ace had a. A change of heart and decided to give it back. I let the paper speak for itself. Now, what about you two? Well, we got quite a lot of money. We. We thought maybe we'd buy a claim of our own. Do it today. Yeah. Yeah, we're going to. Only. Only we don't know anything about mining. You can learn. Sure. Especially if we had somebody to teach us. So we. We figured that Ben might let us work his claim for a while until he got on speed again. If we worked at his place, he'd be close enough to give us his advice. You understand? Yes, I understand. I don't think he'll have any objections. I'm sure he won't. Goodbye Greg. Goodbye, Silk. Oh, we're not leaving yet. Why not? Mainly because you're not. Well, I just have a little business to settle with Ace. He's right in the other room. Still setting at the table. We'll wait here for you. Excuse me. And the face. Huh? What do you want now? You're a big man. Most people seem to be afraid of you. Personally, I think you're yellow. Why you? If you're not, why did you stop then? Let's try pretending that I'm Jimmy Winton. Ought to help your courage. You're a gunman. There. My guns are on the table. Listen closely. Jimmy said you were a cook. That's a lie. It's the truth. You're a crook and a coward. I'll show you. He missed it. The masked man's like lightning. Jimmy said someday he'd show you. Are you? I'll take this with his compliments. Knocked him out with one punch. He's dead to the world. Let's go tell her. And that. Good work. 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