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That's why we support the Durbin Marshall credit card Bill. See banks and credit unions help small businesses make payroll. This bill would cut the vital resources they need while increasing megastore profits. They deserve it, don't they? Tell Congress. Stop the Durbin Marshall money grab for corporate megastores paid for by the Electronic Payments Coalition. 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 a great horse. Silver. The Lone Ranger rides again. Come on, Silver. We're heading for Beacon City. I don't. Silver. As the Lone Ranger and Toddo approached the town of Beacon City in the heart of the cattle country, they saw a strange sight. Thousands of sheets of paper tossed on the breeze came toward them like a snowstorm. Masked man wheeled Silver to one side and snatched one of the large squares out of the air. Right up, Tono. Let's see what this is. Holy air, Silver. Steady, fella. What's happening? Beacon City. Old edition of Bob Turner's newspaper seems to be flying around in the wind. That newspaper? Yes. This is front page of the Beacon City Star. We know Bob Turner. Meet him long time ago. He's one of the most honest pioneers in this part of the country. Hello. What matter? This paper has an editorial on the front page. Turner has fired both barrels. What him say? The third sheriff has been killed since the first of the year. Shot in the back. Turner's demanding that the people organize and throw out the crooks that are trying to run Beacon City. And that's why paper fly free on wind. Looks as if something has happened. Come on, fellow. Let's find out. Get him up, Scout. The office of the Beacon City Star was one of wild disorder. As Ace Wills and two rough companions swung heavy axes right and left. The big glass window had been shattered and the jagged bits of glass were strewn about the floor and furniture. Three men in a place held heavy axes and with these they concentrated upon the destruction of everything the office held. The valuable printing press, which had been bought from the east of great expense was already broken beyond repair. One of the men continued to smash the broken parts to increase the ruin. Chairs, tables and other pieces of furniture were being smashed by kindling wood. The large filing cabinets of letters were smashed open and the contents were scattered. Will saw the neatly arranged type and rose against one wall. He shouted, fill that case of type. Shove it over to its. All mixed up. That's it. Now rip up a supply of paper. We'll fix it so he won't print a newspaper again for a long time. There's a type all mixed up for plenty of. I'll smash this your cabinet while I'm at it. What's Going on in. Get that nice man. Lone Ranger and Connor charged. Connor drove a hard fist to the face of the first man climbs sprawling across the floor. The masked man dodged a blow by wheels and jabbed the leader in the stomach. The third of the wreckers landed a blow on the back of the Lone Ranger's head that stunned him momentarily. But Connor knocked Bleak to one side long enough. The Lone Ranger regain his balance from the floor. Bleak drew his gun. He was just about to fire when the Lone Ranger world snatched his own gun from his holster. I held my hand. No more gun play. Don't hit me again. Get on your feet. Oh, my hand. My hand is broken. You hit the wall and you missed me. Get up. My hand. I'm able to. Oh, you need to drag me up on my hair. Keep an eye on those others while I talk to this on top of. Now, wait. You've got no right. I know you. You're Ace Wills. You're on the cafe. What of it? I saw the last copy of the Beacon City Star. You didn't like it? Look here, stranger. We can handle things in Beacon City without your interference. I don't like the way you handle them. Where's Bob Turner? None of your business. You pay for hitting me. Where's Turner? I said it was me. He's home. Home? At his house. Where is his house? About a half a mile to the south. White house with the green shutters. Wells, you're going to settle for the damage you've done here as soon as Turner figures the cost of putting the newspaper back in business. If you've injured Turner, you're also going to pay for that. Yeah? We'll see who does the paying. Make your friends and get out, huh? I'll get square with you. Get out. All right, all right. And you go too. I'm going, but I get square front busted. Hail you two. Just wait. Don't turn your back to the windows, Tonto. Those dogs will shoot you in the back. That's right. Certainly made a mess of this newspaper office. Wonder if the press can be repaired Badly smashed. This happened because Turner. Tell truth Turner. We've got to get to his house and see if he's hurt. Come along, Tyler. First man that's ever dared fight with Ace Wills. I hate to be in their shoes. Hey. Hey. Better get out of here, fellas. The folks don't do them things to waste wheels. All right, mount up. To the big fella. O.C. turner. Yes, but we'll keep our horses with us. Oh, boy. The Lone Ranger remembered Tom Turner from an earlier acquaintance. He knew that the publisher was utterly fearless, daring and determined. He knew that he was a firm believer in the freedom of the press and the fact that lawlessness must be stamped out. He knew that Turner must be badly beaten by the hoodlums and realized that the destruction of the newspaper would be a far greater blow than any physical damage that might have been done. His one hope was that Turner was still willing to fight. Does he? And hear what crowds say? Yes. They seem to think that Wills can do whatever he wants to. It's a bad situation for any town. I hope Turner's not hurt. Nobody near his house? No. After this, I don't suppose anyone will dare be seen talking to him. Old fellow. Steady. Hello. You better stay here with the horses. Me? Keep close watch. Keep a sharp watch with a solid wall behind your back. Oh, masked man. Do come in. How's Bob? He. He's late. He's in the next room. You are his wife? Yes. I'm Mary Turner. Bob saw you ride up to the office and go in. And he saw Willis and his friends come out. Bob, he's done it. He's finished me. Here, let me take a look at you. A bad bruise on your head. It's nothing. I don't mind that. It's my newspaper. How. How badly is the office rigged? Well, it's going to take a lot of work and a lot of money to get your paper going again. I can't do it. Wills won't let me. I'm through. You're not through, Turner. What's the use when a gang of crooked cutthroats can do what Wills and his friends have done to a town? There's no place for an honest man, and we've got to make a place. Now you've made the start. We'll go on from there. I'll show you. Yes, Mary said you did. You'll have to get out of town, friend. They'll shoot you the same as they did those three shares. I won't turn my back to them. Now, look here, Bob. There must be some honest men in Beacon City. Sure there are. Most of them are honest. But they can't fight a gang like Will's is. Wills wouldn't have a gang of outlaws? That is, unless he used them for something. What's his game? Cattle. Rushman. Oh. Beacon City's a stopover place in the trade in the north country. Wils gets friendly with the herd drivers that come into the cafe. He learns where cattle are being moved Then his men go and get the longhorns. Where do they take the stolen cattle? Nobody knows except the gang. I see. They've got a hideout somewhere. But there's no telling where it is. There's no use. You can't do anything. Wills is too strong. You'll only get killed for trying. We'll see. Bob, who is the sheriff now? Well, Wills appointed an old galoot called Tumbleweed. Yes. He'll do anything Wills tells him. Not worth a hoot. I see. Where can I find him? Well, if he's not sprawled over a table in the cafe, he'll be in his office. All right. And that'll be my first stop. But wait, you can't. Bob. Bob, can you round up the honest men quietly and secretly? Might be able to, but you know who they are. I guess so. Well, then get them ready for a fight. And you count on them to fight. If there's anything to fight for. Say, a decent town, A place to live in peace with their families. Let's fight for it and fight hard. If there was any chance of winning, get them together. Tell them that there is a chance of winning. But what are you gonna do? I. I'm going to call on the sheriff and I'm going to make a few arrests. That evening found Will still raging over the manner in which the masked man had handled him in his cafe. He found it hard to mask his feelings with a fixed smile and a congenial manner. One of his men whispered to him and he sauntered to a table where a white haired man was seated. Well, stranger, they tell me you're driving. You heard North. I reckon they told you right. My name is Wills. This is my place here. Yeah, it's first rate. I always make it a practice to stand treat for a man that's handling cattle. I figure a man thinks enough of my place to stop off overnight where at least I can do is buy a drink. Now that's downright nice of you, Mr. Will. Help yourself. From now on. It's on the house. Well, this is something. First rate handling a big herd. 1200 head. Well, that takes some handling. Yep, sure does. Well, here's how you. You want to be careful. There's been a pack of outlaws operating around here. Well, we're watching out. The last time a herd was put through Eagle Pass, it was raided. That's a bad piece of land. It is, huh? Yes. You can't see what's hidden on the rocks on the side of the pass. Your men could be picked off before they could fire shut. That's something to know. Well, I thought I'd better tell you. As long as you're strange in this country. We're trying to prevent any more cattle robberies. It gives the section a bad name. Thanks, Mr. Wills, for telling me. You can skirt Eagle Pass if you want to. That'd be a good idea. Is your cattle grazing now? Yeah, now, if you haven't put it to graze too far from here. Why, I can show you how to avoid Eagle Pass taint so far. Only about seven miles east on the range. How many men have you? I got about a dozen. Well, just a minute. I'll get a pencil and paper and show you how to avoid the face. That'll be right friendly of you, Mr. Wills. Excuse me. Family. Pete. 1200 head seven miles east. It's on the range with about a dozen men. I serv it. You know what to do. I'll get the boys together and take care of that cattle tonight. You can depend on me, boss. So long. Hey, Mr. Wills. Mr. Wills. Hey, what's the matter, Tumbleweed? No, it's the deputy. It's deputy sheriff. What? I just got away to get here. He come into my office a while ago wearing a mask. Mask? Sleep. You hear that? Yeah, I hear. Go on, Tumbleweed. What did he do? Well, he made me swear him in as a deputy and give him a badge. I didn't have no choice. I had to do it, mask and all. Well, we've been looking all over for him. Look here, something. Let me go, Mr. Wills. I couldn't help myself. And I think you need a deputy. I'll tell you who to appoint. I know he couldn't help it. I couldn't. Honestly couldn't. I don't know why he wants the bands, but then he wanted it. Well, there he is, a raspberry man. Here. There's the critter. All right, you're all covered now. Get him. Come on. Leave your guns where they are or someone will get hurt. He's got a dozen men with him. I'm backed by men of this town who want to see law and order. The name of the law. We're putting Wills Bleak and Jake Hastings under arrest. Are you crazy? There isn't a crazy man among us, Wills. Oh, you haven't had enough yet? Well, turn it the next time. Do you have anything to say, Wills? You can say it in court. Take their guns away. You won't keep me until you long. And when I'm out, this town will be too small for you. And every man that's with you. We'll take the job of garden easily. But. But, but. Hold on. What am I arrested for? You needn't ask that, Wills. The three of you wrecked the newspaper office. There's a law against that sort of thing. That law applies to you the same as it would to anyone else. Now. 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. I'm here on the job site with Dale, who's a framing contractor. Hey, good morning. Dale traded up to Geico Commercial Auto Insurance for all his business vehicles. We're here where he needs us most. Yep, they sure are. We make it easy for him to save on all his insurance needs, all in one place with coverage that fits his business and bottom line. Oh, I shouldn't have looked down. It's all right. We're so far up here. Look at me. Take a deep breath. I'm good. So good. Get a commercial auto insurance quote today@geico.com and see how much you could save. It feels good. To Geico. Now, to continue our story. Ace Wills and one of his friends were in the small stone jail. And Bleak, the other henchman, was in the cell adjoining the sheriff's office. After his fury subsided, the cold logic that was part of Wheels makeup became dominant. Take it easy, Jake. We'll be out of here in the morning. But the idea of it. That masked man making himself a deputy sheriff. I won't hold that against old Tumbleweed. He had to swear the master man in. He had no choice. I know, but. But of all things, you and Bleak and me charged with smashing up the newspaper office. Turner will think he got off mighty easy when he sees the next things that happen to him. Where's the rest of the gang? Why don't they come tear this jail apart? I sent Pete out to take him on a little job. Tonight? Yes. When Pete gets back in the morning, he'll hear about this. Then you bring the gang. Right. Why did they put the two of us here and Bleak over in the sheriff's office? I don't know. How far away does the gang have to go to take care of this job? Not very far. Cattle job? Yeah. That old timer I saw you talking to in your cafe? Yeah? He's got around 1200 head in grazing with around a dozen men to watch the herd. Pete and the boys won't have any trouble moving that livestock. He'll take care of it tonight. They're probably taking Care of it. Pete and the gang of rustlers rode through the night toward an expansive plain where cattle grazed. There's the cattle boys. See any of the riders, they'll see asylum. You know what to do when you do see them? Drill them right. Oh, we got to drive that stock to the usual hideout. That's right. Rain up. Rain up boys. Pull. Now what? Boys will use the usual methods. Ride in hard with guns blazing. Stampede that herd. Drive them to a hideout. Lefty, Tim, Kenny, you ride wing on the north. Rest of us will take care of this side. Anyone see any of the cowhands? Other side of them. Maybe they're on the other side of the critters. Oh, maybe they figured the longhorns could take care of themselves and they went to town for the night. If you see anyone, let him have lead. Ready? Now then, let's get going, Jo. The band of outlaws charged at the herd with guns. Roaring. The outlaws were experts at starting a stampede. I knew exactly how to do it. In a minimum of time they charged the cattle, shouting wildly and firing their guns at close range. In almost no time the peacefully grazing herd was transformed into a wild mass of frantic, half crazed, fear ridden beasts whose sharp hoops pounded the ground in an increasing roar. Trying to escape the men and guns they feared, the Ells rode expertly, keeping pace with the charging waves of longhorns while guiding them toward a distant and well hitting valley that had for some time been their headquarters. Hard riding for the thieves kept the mass of long horns packed in close in the sides. The men who had been on guard were nowhere to be seen. They might have snug off to town. Maybe they got scared and let out. They weren't compaled for that tight. A little hello. Keep them stamped. Faster they go, the sooner we get to the hideout. In the meantime, Turner and the Lone Ranger were in the sheriff's office with old Tumbleweed. I don't know what's to come of me after this. Mr. Wells is going to be mighty mad at me. Wells is in jail, Tumbleweed. As long as he's there, he can't hurt you. I know Wills. And this may be going to pay for every bit of damage they've done to my printing press in newspaper office. Now look, Turner, you know we won't never do that. You know how Wills has got this town in the palm of his hand. What'll happen? Well, I'll tell you in the morning. His men will hear about this. Maybe we'll jail his men. Yeah, but what's the charge. You can't prove anything against him. We'll see. They'll get Wills out, and even if they don't, he'll go free when he goes on trial. What if he does have to pay a fine? He'll pay it. Then he'll start in to get it right back. Tumbleweed, you know as well as I do that his gang steals cattle. Oh, dad. Right at all, Turner. Knowing's one thing and proving it's another. You can't just say a man's a thief. You got to prove it, and there's no proof. Turner, we'll clear out and let Tumbleweed think it over. All right. Whatever you say. Oh, now, look here. Won't you please give me back that deputy badge and get clear of Bacon City when I'm finished here? Oh, my finish is going to come a long time before that. Keep an eye on your prisoner, Tumbleweed. If he gets out, we'll hold you responsible. Oh, what am I into? Why did I ever take this job of sheriff? Hey, deputy. You with a mask. Look, there's room in the regular jail for three men. Why can't you put Bleak in with Ace and Jake? Why leave him here where I got to guard him? It'd be too crowded with three of them in one cell. Be around a couple of hours, Tumbleweed. And take your place on guard so you can get some sleep. But. But, oh, my sake's alive. You hate Tumbleweed. Now, Bleach. You'll leave me be. Maybe if you unlock this barred door. I'll talk, Ace and to let you stay alive. I won't listen to him. Stop talking to me. We're going to get out anyway, Tumbleweed. You know that, don't you? I don't know a thing. You keep me here and you'll be sorry for it. Hey, Ricky, you know what'll happen to you? I won't listen to you. I'm hanged for a listen. What can turn that masked man do? You let me out? Nothing. You can tell them I escaped. They won't shoot you for it. But you keep me here and you'll be shot sure as my name is Bleak. Stop talking. Ain't j. Now stop it. Why don't you try and make me stop? You're licked, Tumbleweed. You know that? So we've got company. Well, what do you want? I don't know if you know me, I'm sort of a stranger in town. What do you want here? Nothing, Mr. Sheriff. I just sent over some hot coffee for you. I reckon it'll taste real good. Well, now, it sure will. It sure enough will. I was coming this way and they asked me to fetch it to you. I've got a herd of cattle near town that I'm a takin north. That'll hold you. That was done neat. Hey, who are you? And just following orders, that's all. I saw you talking to Wills in a cafe. That's right. Mr. Wills was right fine to me. He warned me about outlaws nearby. I reckon the masked man was in with him, huh? Yeah. Yeah, sure. Anyhow, when I heard that Mr. Wills was jailed, I figured I'd help him out. Just a second. I'll have this here door unlocked. You won't be sorry for this. I got the keys here. One second. Now I have to find the right one. You're to get to the hideout as fast as you can. Hideout? Yes. Your horse's saddle and waiting out in back of this building. What about Wills and Jake? I was told to send you to the hideout as fast as you can get there. That's all I know. All right. There you are. Better get your gun and travel fast. Right. This is my gun and d right here on the desk. I stay here and make sure the sheriff stays the way he is. If he starts showing any signs of getting conscious r a hit again. As soon as he left the sheriff's office, Bleak headed north to the hills. A narrow pass between sheer walls led into a wide well watered valley. Countless steers could be seen in the moonlight. And at one side there was a low house in which lanterns burned. Bleak joined the gang in the house. Where'd you come from? From the sheriff's office. I've been locked up there. Locked up? Yeah. Where's Wills and Jake? Are they here? No. The last I saw these, he was in his cafe. He gave me orders. What is you locked up for? That old fool Sheriff Tumbleweed? Yeah. He appointed a new deputy. A man with his face mask was working with Turner. And he came into the cafe with a dozen or more men from town. They judged the three of us for wrecking a newspaper office. You mean the boss is in jail? That's what I'm saying. But I thought he got out by this time. Not that we know of. We just got here with a new lot of cattle. How did you get out? No, cowman came and cracked Tumbleweed on the head. Then let you out? Yeah. I was told to get here fast, so I came. Who's a cowman? I don't know. He said he had a lot of cattle. He Was moving north. I saw him talking to Wills in the cafe. Will's warn about outlaws around. Hold on. I wonder if he's the owner of the critters we just brought in. You mean it's white mustache and hair? That's the man. Hang it all, there's something minor funny about this. Why did he let you go free? Well, Pete, he didn't know his cattle was to be stole. No unreach for guns. Matchmaking. The rest of the Lone Ranger's in charge here. Lone Ranger? Bleak, you fool. They let you out so you'd show them where the hideout was. A matter of fact, you were allowed to steal the cattle so you'd bring it here. I know lions thought I was on your side, didn't you, Bleak? You the ornery two horn pole cat. Didn't you rusters think it was mighty odd there weren't no guards on those long horns? So that's it. I didn't knock old Tumbleweed out, Bleak. In fact, he's right here with us. Right here and coming inside the street for myself. Hey, you thought that counts. How it, Ace? Wills, like every other snake in town, thought I was too old and worthless to be a good sheriff. Well, I'm going to be the sheriff that cleaned out the crooks in Beacon City. You mean you talked about cows to Wills knowing he'd have us get them? The Lone Ranger hoped he'd make a play for him. When Wills did so, that proved he was in with all you crooks. And while you crooks was busy stealing my friend's cattle, my deputy sheriff led the arrest of Ace Wills and his two sidekicks. Turner, we'll probably find a lot of cattle that's been stolen from other ranchers. You will? You sure will. There's three times as many head here in this valley as I had. Well, we'll check the brands and notify the owner. Now, wait. Look here, Tumbleweed. Maybe we can stretch. Out of my hands, Bleak. That man with the mask is my deputy and he's in charge. You won't need me anymore, Tumbleweed. I think Bob Turner and the honest men in town will back you from now on. We sure will. With Wills in jail and his gang smashed, the honest men will have a chance to say a few things. Now wait. Great day. Don't you resign as deputy? Till we can find a jail big enough to hold this pack of crooks, you won't need a jail. No, of course you won't, Tumbleweed. We'll just give back the cattle and move away from here. That'll be all right, won't it? I don't know how I can stop you. I got no jail big enough. What about her, deputy? It's out of our hands, Tumbleweed. I hear Tunnel riding in. You'll have some men with her. Here's where you cooks get the surprise of your life. What do you mean? Those critters of mine that you stole. I reckon you sure be sorry you stole that particular mess of longhorns. How many men are stopping outside? Who all is there? Come in. Come, soldiers, outside. Good. Bleak. That cattle had been sold to the army. You stole the property of the United States. And the troopers will take charge. Come in, soldiers. There you are. There's your prisoners. Wait a minute. Is the army prison for you? Won't Ace be surprised when he learns that he's a prisoner of Uncle Sam. Here, Tumbleweed. Here's the deputy badge. Hold on. Hold on. Stop that mash, man. I gotta talk him into staying as my deputy sheriff. He's worth a hundred regular deputies. Stop him. You won't need us now, Tumbleweed. Big fella. Come on, paddle. Get him out. Get him out. Sabbath Just Heard is a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated. This has been a presentation of otrwesterns.com and we hope you enjoyed. Please take some time to like and rate this episode within your favorite podcast application. Follow us on Facebook by going to otrwesterns.com Facebook and subscribe to our YouTube channel by going to otrwesterns.Com YouTube become one of our ranch hands and unlock some exclusive content. We want to thank our most recent ranch hands, Steve, who joined us recently. 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