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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 for your enjoyment. You can find more Western shows at our website by going to otrwesterns.com now let's get into this episode.
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A fiery horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust and a hearty height of silver. The Lone Ranger. When the first railroads were built into the western United States, the engineers and men were faced with a constant danger of attack by outlaws and Indians, and their task might never have been accomplished had it not been for the masked rider of the plains. It was his strength and courage, his daring and resourcefulness, that blazed the trail for progress and finally made possible the winning of the West. 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 rised again. Lone Silver. We're heading for the canyon. There's going to be trouble. The advanced construction camp of the new Southern and Western Railroad was 50 miles beyond the railhead town of Warren City. 50 miles farther on, Chago Canyon cut across the right of way and 3, 4, 5 miles a day, the gleaming rails were creeping toward it. Jim Harold was in charge of constructing the bridge across the canyon. One night he rode out of the camp and headed across the plain toward his own headquarters. A mile to the west. He was hailed from the side of the trail. Who is it? A Masked man and an injured. I'll go for your gun. What do you want? I haven't got any money on me. This isn't a hold up. You know Matt Kirby, don't you? Sure. You may have mentioned this ring. I'm wearing a ring that's here. Say, is there a secret compartment in this? I'll show you how it works. Yeah. Well then. Then you must be the Lone Ranger. That's right. What do you want? We've had a message from a girl who's helped us out a great deal. John Kimberly is somewhere near your camp. Ah. Does that mean anything to you? Not much. I know who Kimberly is, of course. Do you know what he is? Hmm. I'd better explain. He's trying to slow up the building of the railroad. You see if it isn't completed to Junction city by the 1st of October and Warren and Miles will lose their government subsidy and go bankrupt. But the first of October is a long way off. So is Junction City. Kimberly wants to own the Southern and Western. You may try to interfere with the building of your bridge. How can he? In the same way he tried to stop supplies from getting through the Warren City. I've got all the supplies I need. The last wagons left for camp this morning. Well, how about your men? Oh, I got a fine crew. Nearly all of the men have worked for me before. Nearly all. Well, the men are all right. Nobody's going to make trouble in our camp. How about you? How about if something happened to you? The work would go on. Maybe not quite so fast. But my son Bob's a fine engineer and Gary Stewart can handle the men. You realize of course that no tracks can be laid beyond the canyon. And until that bridge has been finished. Oh, I know how important it is that we get finished on time. But you don't have to worry. With Kimberly around, we all have to worry. Well, thanks for the warning. I'll keep a sharp lookout for trouble. There won't be nothing. Surprises you. Want to go back to camp? Sure thing. Engine. I'll be on guard. Is that all you want of me? I just wanted to warn you, Harold. Thanks. Drop in at the camp sometime. Always glad to see you. You may be seeing us soon. Good. How long then? Adios Harold. Him not paying much attention. Not to listen to him warning. Yes, he listens. Huddle. I don't think he realizes how dangerous Kimberly is. Maybe next time you meet Kimberly you put him in jail, huh? We almost got him the last time. Now he'll be more careful than ever. That's right. Tado. We're going to follow Jim Harrell. That's a good idea. Come on, Silver. Get him up. As the Lone Ranger in Tonto rode after Jim Harold. Two men met at the base of the steep walls of Cagu Canyon. One of them was Kimberly. His face was hidden by a bandana and a broad brimmed hat pulled low. The other was a huge man with broad shoulders and a heavy beard. It was Kimberly who spoke first. It's about time you got here. Began to think you didn't get my message. I got here as soon as I could. But I. Hey. What's the idea of holding a six gun army? Just to keep things peaceful. I wanted to have a talk with you. Butch. Butch. You got me wrong. My name is Sawyer. Pizza. Your name is Butch Rankin. As far as I'm concerned. Letting your beard grow doesn't change it. So you know who I am. Now what? You were smart. Taking an honest job with a construction game. Butch it never think of looking for you. Everyone thinks I'm Pete Sayer. If you follow my lead, they can keep on thinking that and you can keep on being safe. At the same time you can make yourself some easy money. We won't beat around the bush. I'll pay $100 for every day the construction job is held up. That could count up to important money. It depends on you. But how do I know you're on the level? Take off that bad data and let me have a look at your face. Who are you anyway? That's none of your business. I'll give you 100 right now. You can call it expense. Thanks, but I'd like to know who I'm doing business with. In this case it's impossible. You've heard my proposition. You can either accept it or. Or you'll turn me over to the law. Exactly. What's your answer? It's a deal. You got any ideas about what I should do? The ideas must be yours. But I could suggest one thing. What? Jim Harold's in charge. If he were to be eliminated. But he's in the camp right now. He could be back by tomorrow morning. Tomorrow morning? Early. That might be a good time. Might be. I only have one warning. Yeah. Did you ever hear of a man they call the Lone Ranger? Hear of him? To the paramount of jail. Do you know him by sight? I know that horse of his anyway. Well do many of the chance to get even work. The Lone Ranger wants his bridge finished just as much as I want it delayed. If you do see him, I Suggest you shoot to kill. Just before dawn, a heavy mist rolled out of the canyon and over the country toward the east. The Lone Ranger and Tonto rode slowly along the trail. They were unable to see Jim Harold, but they knew he must be nearing the camp corral. Sun will be up in another hour, Toto. They smith start clearing away. Ah, you'll find a place where we can camp for a few days. Do not ride on to come from that way. Near the corral. Right up. The white stallion and the paint obedient to their rider, stopped and stood motionless in the gray mist. The Lone Ranger stood in his stirrups, keen eyes searching the shadows ahead. Beside him, Tonto rested his hands on the saddle horn, leaned forward, straining to pierce the gloom. The corral loomed vague and almost formless in the mist. Horses and riders waited tensely. Since the distant shot, there had not been a sound. The second stretched lengthened. Then suddenly horse come. You hear it? There he is. It's Harold. No rider. That isn't Harold's horse. No, him. Right Gray. At the command, Silver and Scout raced forward, nostrils flaring in the fog that swirled around them. Sure footed as mountain lions, they galloped unerringly down the slight grade toward the corral. The Lone Ranger's right hand hung at his side, the fingers close to his holster, ready for action. This time his eyes pierced the gloom. First, there's the gray. There's the opening of the corral. Where's Harold? Somebody on ground? Yes, I'm afraid it's. Yeah. Jim Harold. Matt. Bad wound. He's unconscious. Time to try a fit. Them men are coming from the bunk house. We aren't known here, Kimosabe. It's maybe the troll. I heard. Disgusting. Heard somebody right away. I heard the same thing. Hard to tell, but it sounded like it came from her. Hey, what's that? Are you Bob Harold? Yeah. Who are you? It was your father who was hurt. Father was bandaging the wound. Bullet catch him in shoulder. Now that you're here, we'll leave him in your care. Not too first. Mary swayed an injured Bob. It must have been them that did the shooting. You're mistaken. Jim knows who we are. He'll tell you when he regains consciousness. In the meantime. Meantime, you stay right where you are. I'm sorry, Bob. That draw. We're leaving. Three days passed. Jim Harold had not regained consciousness. But the work on the bridge was directed by Bob and Jeremy Stewart. It was nearly 10 o'clock in the evening. The two men were in the cabin that served as an Office checking the day's progress and planning ahead. Now, the way I figure it, we'll have to start laying the foundations in the far side of the canyon tomorrow. I wonder. What's there to wonder about? Oh, I wasn't thinking about the bridge, Jeremy. Well, stop wool gathering. Get to work. You're the only engineer we got, and if you don't work out the technical problems, nobody can. That may be, but if you weren't here to handle a man, we wouldn't get anywhere. All right, let's get this settled before we break our arms. Patting ourselves on the back. I'm still wondering what about? Just before I came over here, I was sitting beside four. He's still unconscious, of course, but his lips were moving. I leaned real close to see if I could pick up what he was saying. Well, it sounded like a lone ranger. A lone ranger? Yeah. We've all taken it for granted it was that masked man who shot Paul. But if he was a lone ranger, he couldn't have done it. It might have been anyone. Don't you see what that would mean? Jeremy, we heard a horse galloping away. The man that rode that horse, or maybe. Who's there? Barry Markey, Sally Martin. She owns the Bar M ranch to the north. We'll do something about it. Let her. Never mind. I'll do it. Good evening. Gosh. What? Oh, I'm sorry. I just never expected to see a girl like you out here in the wilderness. This happens to be my home range. Are you Mr. Stewart? No, but he's just inside. Won't you come in? Thank you. Jeremy, the young lady wants to see you. Hello, Sue. It's envelope as yours, isn't it? Well, sure enough got my name on the outside, but I don't serve it. Neither do I. Good night, gentlemen. Oh, now, now, wait. Won't you sit down and visit for a while? I'm sorry. I'm in a hurry. Good night. Jeremy. Get up. Get up, James. You ever see anything but 30 in your life? You sure have all the luck. Why couldn't you come to see me instead of you? Read this. You might as well know. There's $500 in this envelope. Jeremy, do you believe what's in that note or do you believe in me? You don't have to ask that question. We've got to find out more about this. I'm going after that girl. What did she have to do with it? I'm going to find out. I'm with you. This note is nothing but a lie. No sooner had Bob And Jeremy ridden away than an old ranger slipped into the cabin. He picked up the note that Bob had thrown to the floor and read it. This is for shooting Jim Harold. He got the rest and he finished the job. Now, what does Sally Martin have to do with this? I'll take that note. What's that? I got you covered. Reach for the ceiling. The curtain falls on the first act of our Lone Ranger story before the next exciting scene. Please permit us to pause for just a few moments. Now to continue our story. At a command from Butch, the Lone Ranger raised his arms and turned slowly toward the door. Then I suppose you figured you were going after Bob and Jeremy. You must know what's in this note. What if I do? Explains a lot of things. I seen you before. Good Nike shot Jim Harold. You're the one who shot Jim Harrell. You think so? You shot him. And then you took your quirk to that riderless horse. They'd gallop away into the night. Why should I do a thing like that? Because you had no idea that Tom and I'd be riding up. He wanted the men in camp to think some outsider had done the shooting. Get it all figured out, haven't you? Wasn't hard getting a good look at your face. You know me. I'm sure of it. But that's good. I want you to know who I am. Because when I pull this trigger, I'll be getting even for juror. Well, why don't you look me in the eye? Why don't you? But the Lone Ranger was watching the elflaw's knuckles. Watching for the first faint whitening that would indicate he was about to pull the trigger. It came and the masked man dropped like a flash. Throwing himself forward at the same time put fire. Shot went wide by a fraction. No time for a second shot. On top of the outlaw, the Lone Ranger held his griff and a grip of steel backwards. Farther and farther he forced it until the gun clatter to the floor. Those men were on their feet in an instant. But this time the weapons were bare fists. A long Ranger match foot tall with the speed and precision of his blows. Outside, he could hear the men from the camp aroused to a shot and heading for cabin. Picked an opening and lashed out with a right foot. Staggered back against the door. Quickly the Lone Ranger leveled his gun. Foots were shoved aside as the men crashed through. I'm going out this window. First man who follows me. Stop playing. Don't stand there. Get after him. Come on. He's heading south. That's a man who shot Jim Hills. To this good? Me. I'm heading for the Bar M Ranch and I'll get there before Bob and Jeremy. Easy, boy, easy. Jim Harold's men are on my trail. Get away from here before they arrive. Me hear him? I led them away from the camp so you'd have a chance to circle back there and look at Jim. He's still unconscious. Ah, you scout. You may be able to do more for him in five minutes than they have in three days. Where'd you go now? I'll shake off these men and ride to the Barium Ranch. Is this the ranch house we're coming to, Jeremy? Yeah, the bunk house about a half mile farther on. Taking us a long time. Must be a shorter quail in the camp. There is, but it's dangerous at night. Oh. Hope we'll find out who wrote that note. Maybe better have your gun ready. You're a live here all alone? Yeah, since her PA died. Awful funny to me. Don't look like she's going to answer the door. I don't hear anybody inside. Try it. See if it's locked. Well, should we go in? Might as well. What's happened here? A cyclone must have struck the place. Yeah, everything turned upside down. Must have been a fight. I don't know what this proves. Sally Martin mixed up with some crooked gang, been using this ranch house for a hideout. Whatever happened, it wasn't long ago. That lamp still lit and plenty of oil left. I give up, Bob, but I don't. That girl may be in danger. We don't even know. She rode back here after she left camp. Must be something around here to give us a chance. Somebody just rode up. Yeah. Look at that white horse, Jeremy. It's the same on the mask man rode. There he is in the doorway. Where's Sally Martin, Bob? Are you the Lone Ranger? Yes, I am. Where's Sally? We don't know. We just got here. You must have taken the long trail. Yeah, we followed the canyon. That's nearly twice as far. Sally rode back to the woods. I think Butch Rankin followed her. Butch Rankin? Who's he? One of your men? He's big. He has a black beard. That sounds like Pete Sawyer. His right name is Butch Rankin and he's wanted by the law. You hear that, Jeremy? And he must be the one who tried to kill Paul. Yeah, he is. What's a girl like Sally Martin got to do with an outlaw? Nothing at all. But she just bought me a letter. And whoever wrote that letter was trying to put the blame on It, Johnny. I'm glad Bob wasn't fooled by it. The letter was written to cause a misunderstanding between you two. Sally delivered it. That's because the letter was delivered here. I'm only guessing. I know that Sally's honest. That's the simplest explanation. The letter was slipped under her door. When she read the name on the envelope, she rode over to give it to you. Say, maybe you're right. But that doesn't matter, I'm afraid. Butcher's captured it. Where are you going? The ground's fairly soft. Maybe we can pick up a trail. Then what? Followed, of course. But why would that crook want to hold Sally a prisoner for ransom, do you think? More likely to lead you two on. Lead us on? He knew you wanted to talk with Sally. He might be using her to lead you into an ambush that don't hold water. How would we know she was a prisoner? How would we know which way he'd taken her. If he hasn't left evidence behind? Then I'm wrong. I don't say I can figure this out any better. But I think you are. No, Jeremy. Look at the top rail of the corral ahead of us. Piece of paper sticking on a nail. Yeah. Let's see if it's a note. Sure is. You won't get a chance to talk to the girl. Don't try to follow us. Sign the claw. The claw? But you. Ankin wrote this. It's in the same handwriting as the other note. Jeremy, would this stop you from following him if you could find the trail? Ruthven Catkish. No. There it is. That's right, Jeremy. It's plain as day he went off that way. Listen, we're going with you. No telling how long it will take to follow his trail to the end. You have to be back at camp early to put your men to work. We've got to go with you. It's our fault the girl's in danger. Your work is important, too. We've got to go all in. Come on, Jeremy. He know, boy. Lead the way. It was just at dawn that Butch rained up in a great circle of rocks at the northernmost end of the canyon. He left the girl still bound and gagged down from the saddle. And then dismounted himself. I guess I'll take that gag out before I start fixing some grill. Sort of lonely with nobody to talk to. Yeah. Look how if you'll pay for this. My foreman will be riding up the race just about now. You'll find out I'm gone. And pretty soon my whole crew will be after you. They won't be the first. What do you mean? Young Harold and Jeremy Stewart. They ought to be showing up anytime now. You mean that young engineer? Yep. What are you after but money you want? I don't see how I can collect any from you, sister. No, the only reason you're here is to leave Mr. Harold straight up to these rocks. What kind of kids. How'd you get. That Green King behind those rocks? Yeah, he's a regular circuit of the might just well be inside a fort. This is the ambush he'd counted on. We'd have ridden straight into it if the girl hadn't screamed. What'd we do, charge him? No, we can't take a chance on hitting the girl. Well, we can't just stand here quiet. Jeremy. The Lone Ranger's got an idea. You two ride around to the other side of the rock. That'll cut him off if he tries to make a break for it. What are you going to do? I'm going to walk straight toward the rock. What? That's suicide. I'll have to show part of his body if he wants a shot at me. Your question or whatever shoots first. Stay here. Silver will be killed. Get around to the other side of the rock. Come on, get up. The Lone Ranger walked down toward the rock, slowly but never faltering. Then, when less than 100ft remained, the outlaw's gun flashed. Two shots rang out. Bush cried out. The Lone Ranger stopped for a moment, then quietly slump to the ground. The sun was high overhead when the masked man opened his eyes. Dimly at first and then more clearly. He could see Jeremy and Bob and the girl grouped around him. Where's Butch? We got him tied up. He shot the gun out of his hand and before he could get it again, we rolled in and got him covered. Good. I want to talk to him. You better not try to get up yet. I can manage it now. Yeah, Lean on me a little, girly. You don't need help at all.
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Butch, you were hired to slow down the building of the bridge, weren't you? It's my business. Perhaps. You've always made it your business to get as light a sentence as possible. It's going to help if you tell us who hired you. I didn't see his face. You must have him. I didn't. I met him just three times. It was always at night. He said he wore a bandanne over his face. That's too bad. You'll pay the full penalty for attempted murder. There was somebody else connected with all this. One of the worst crooks in the West. Bob, he's doing everything in his power to swap the building of the railroad. What's his name? A name doesn't help without any evidence to back it up. Get back to camp. But are you sure you're well enough to ride? Yes, I think so. I'm sorry I've kept all of you here as long as I have. Men won't know what to do without your orders. Bob, we've lost a full day's work on the bridge. Couldn't leave you. Come on, Jeremy. Help me get this coyote into the saddle. Keno, let's back to camp as fast as we can. Make. Look at the bridge. Men are working all right. On the far side too. That's where we figured to send them. How could they know what to do? They didn't. Ask your father. Out in front of the cabin. There's an injured beside him. A tunnel. Well, you're better for. I sure am. Tumblr gave me some medicine and fixed me up in no time. We've got the crook to Chacha. Take a look at him. Well, that's Pete Sawyer. His right name's Butch Rankin. And he's going to spend the next 20 years in jail. You'll not find Kimberly. No Kimasabe and no evidence against him. We'll have to hit the trail again. Ah, new scout. Here comes Sally. I thought he was. Watch up, mess man. There was a stranger stopped at the ranch a couple of hours ago. Talk like an Easterner, is he? The worst. Where is he now? It's all the voyagers heading back for the rail here. What? Get him up. SC get him up. The story you have just heard is a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated. Foreign.
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