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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. 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 your enjoyment. You can find more western shows at our website by going to otrwesterns.com now, let's get into this episode. Horse with the speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hearty hi O. Silver the Lone Ranger, With his faithful Indian companion, Tato, the daring and resourceful mask 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 hoof beats of the great horse. Silver the Lone Ranger rides again. Come on, Silver. Let's go, big fella. I am Silver. Ay. The Indian nation embraced the territory that is now Oklahoma and extended from the northern border of Texas to the southern border of Kansas. The herd of cattle being driven northward through the nation was a small one. It was dawn when the herd riders, guiding the animals along a trail that wound through the hilly country rode into the ambush. The Texas common were unprepared, and their attackers, outlaws disguised as Indians, outnumbered them three to one. The fury of the rustler onslaught and their blazing guns overcame the Texans before the latter could save themselves and their herd. When the Outlaws rode away a few minutes later, they drove the stolen cattle through the thickly wooded country to the west. Choctaw Plains, a once thriving community in the Indian nation, had become a ghost town. Only four men remained in the deserted hamlet, and among these was the former marshal of the town, Tom Dawson. Though his office had long been abolished, Tom still wore his badge and was called marshal by all who knew and remembered him. Ho. Ho. Ho. Ho, boy. On the afternoon of the ambush, a rider galloped into Choctaw Plains and ran into the ramshackle house where Tom Dawson and the three other pioneers were playing cards. Marshall, the engines are on the war path. I just came across a lot of dead and wounded trail hands from Texas on the main road near Twin Hills. I was able to bandage some of them, but they'll need help. The five men returned with a covered wagon to the scene of the carnage. They treated the wounds of the survivors and heard the story of the attack from those who were able to talk. After the wounded men were placed in the wagon to be taken to Choctaw Plains, Marshall Dawson said, take him back to our shack, men, and try to keep him alive. I'll start for Kansas Territory now. If I ride hard, I ought to reach there by tomorrow night. Then go ahead, Marshall. We'll do like you said. Steady. Coming, Ben. When I come back, I'll have the army with me as well as a doctor. Later that day, near sunset, miles from the scene of the attack, the murdering rustlers rested safe in the secret canyon that was their hideout. Gang leader Ford Gary returned from inspecting the stolen cattle now grazing in the lush fields. He stood talking to Joe Ramappo, one of the rustlers. Oh, that's a fine lot of beef. They'll take on weight, too, with all the grass and water down here. Yeah, they'd be worth plenty when we take them into Kansas later on. Are you going to start changing their brands tomorrow? No. We have plenty of time. Nobody will ever locate us in this place. When the time comes to start our drive to Dodge city, we'll have 10 times as many cows as we have here now. 10 times as many. Oh, boss, you're kidding. No, I'm not. I have Red Seward and Doc Belden planted in one of the north Texas ranches, the Circle Ro. They'll notify us when the Circle Ro herd quits Texas and heads this way, like Pete did about that bunch today. The Circle Ro is a big outfit, Boss. Sure is. Red's worked himself in with old man Ogden, the owner. Red sent word he thinks they'll be driving more than 2,000 head. Hey, boss, you don't expect to take over 2,000 cows, do you? That all depends. On what? Joe, look. Someone's driving down from the rim. Boys, get your guns out. Of course. It must be one of our men. Nobody else would ever find their way through that slit in the rocks up there. We can't take chances. Keep that hombre coming all the way. Horse. It looks like Doc Belden's horse, see? Yeah. That is Doc Belden. Ah, you're right. Put your guns away. Hello, Doc. Doc Belden had been riding for almost two days. After greeting the outlaws, he told Fort Gary. Boss, I rode with the Circle Ro outfit as far as the Canadian River. Doc, you mean they're that near to here? Yeah. We took off last week, but Red told me to hang on for a while before riding to let you know. He said he'll arrange to have the outfit stop where he said he would on the day after tomorrow. Well, what do you know? How's he arranging that? Red said he told old man Ogden, who owns the outfit, talked him into making him trail boss. He said he knows every inch of the Indian Nation. He wasn't lying when he said that. Boys, you heard that, didn't you? Sure. Sure did. Then sticking those engine clothes till the day after tomorrow, Red and I arranged a plan a long time ago. Now it's gonna work. We'll take over the Circle Ro outfit at the bend in the hill road. Good old Red. The Lone Ranger and Tonto had been in Kansas on the morning after the attack by the rustlers. They crossed the Cimarron river and headed south through the Indian Nation. That afternoon, they slowed their horses as they saw a rider coming toward them. Easy, Joe. Hello. That's Tom Dawson from Choctaw Plains. During his years in the Indian Nation, Marshal Tom Dawson had been helped often by the masked man and Indian when trouble threatened him. Ho. Ho there. Ho. Ho. Hi there, mister. The three men exchanged greetings. Then, without prompting, the former lawman, seething with indignation, gave an account of the Indian ambush as related to him by the wounded Texans. The Lone Ranger listened with interest, but when Dawson finished, the masked man spoke with a tone of puzzled unbelief. Marshall, I don't doubt the story yet. I can't conceive any tribe in the Indian Nation making such an attack. Huh. Why not? Well, for one thing, the Indians have just signed a treaty with our government. Ah, treaties mean nothing to them. Oh, I don't agree. But regardless of that Indians don't usually attack trail herds in the way you've described. Not true, Kimasabe. Marshall, did you see the government agent for this territory? No, he's way over west. It'd be a waste of time. Well, what about Chief Red Eagle? Did you go to his reservation and inquire about the attack? No. Suppose it was his tribe did the rustling. I'd be scalped before I could get help. No, sir. There's only one thing to do. Get the army. And that's where I'm heading. So long, Radio. Be careful. Yeah. Comet, get out there. As the impatient ex marshal rode away, the Lone Ranger spoke to Toto. Toto, we'll ride to the scene of the ambush and try to pick up a trail there. But first we'll go to the reservation of Chief Red Eagle. Get a monster. When the Lone Ranger and Tahoe reached the reservation of the great Chief Red Eagle that night, all was quiet. Red Eagle knew the Lone Ranger was a friend of the Indians. After warm salutations, he was told the reason for the masked man's visit. The Indian chief denied all knowledge of the murderous attack. Men who say Indians kill white men, steal cows, tell big lie. The dead can't lie. Red Eagle. The men who were wounded have no reason to. Maybe so. Me not lie. Me say Indians not kill white men, steal cows. Well, perhaps one of your tribes may have acted without your knowing it. Men who cover Face say before him, tonto, go to place where white men say Indians kill em. Yes, that's right. We intend to ride there as soon as we leave this camp. Then Red Eagle want Indian braves to go with man who cover face. Red Eagle all good Indians want to find whoever killed white men. We get braves ready to ride now. And when them go, Red Eagle ride with them. Less than an hour later, after messengers had been sent to other tribes, Chief Red Eagle and his warriors rode from the reservation with the Lone Ranger and Toto. 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. Now to continue. Shortly before noon, Fort Garry and his band of rustlers, all in Indian disguise, prepared to leave the secret valley. Boys, this is our biggest job. We're gonna have to do more shooting than we ever did before. And we gotta keep the cows from Stampedin. When we do, Red's driving the herd over the back trail. You know how the trail narrows after the turn at Snake Bend and how there's a lot of boulders on both sides of the road. Between the road and the woods. Sure, sure, we know. Well, that's where we'll be waiting. Some of us on one side of the road and some on the other. Joe? Oh, yeah, boss, you stay here with Tex and Slim and keep an eye on the cows and watch the entrance. I don't think we're ever going to have visitors here, but it's best to keep on the lookout just in case we do. All right, boss. Come on. Tanks, Slim, the rest of you boys follow me. Get it. Come on, get it. The Lone Ranger, Tato and the Indians followed the prince left by the stolen cattle and the horses of the rustlers from the scene of the ambush. The trail ended at the entrance to the secret valley from which the rustlers had ridden away but a few minutes before Red Eagle spoke. So this where trail leads. Red Eagle know this place. See space. Tween rocks? Yes, tween rocks. Path which lead to valley which Red Eagle think nobody but Indians know. You mean there's a secret valley on the other side of that passage? It be good place hide cows come, we ride and see. Red Eagle led the other horsemen between the brush covered rocks. The path began to slant downward and the rock walls ended. Suddenly, the riders found themselves heading down a wide grassy incline that led to a vast pasture hemmed in on all sides by high slate walls. He was happy. Look. Many cows there. Yes, no doubt of it. This is a rustler's hideout. Joe Ramappo and the other two rustlers, Tex and Slim, saw the Lone Ranger and the Indians heading down into their valley. They began to shoot at the invaders. The Lone Ranger and Toto reached the for their guns and the masked man called to Red Eagle, I only see three men so far. Let's ride down there shooting. The Lone Ranger, followed by Toto, led the way into the secret valley. The Indians followed, and as the sloping trail widened, the air was filled with the sound of their shots. We hit one of those men. Hit other crook too. Impala. There seems to be no more than those three other man. Stop shooting him. Wave, Bandana. He's surrendering. Come on, let's get there and question him. Come on. Settle there. Joe Ramapo, unwounded, was frightened by the appearance of the hostile Indian band. While Tonto and the Indians bandaged the wounded rustlers, the Lone Ranger, using the threat of punishment by the Indians who stood with him, forced Joe Ramappo to tell everything he concluded. And? And they're going to ambush the outfit at Snake Bend, about two miles from here. Me no place him say we find them. Good. Chief, leave one of your men to guard these three. We'll ride to Snake Bend. The Lone Ranger, Toto and the Indians rode from the secret valley. They followed Red Eagle until he raised his hand in a signal of halt near a thickly wooded area. The men dismounted, and Red Eagle, speaking low, said to the Lone Ranger, snake Bend. Other side. Trees. That place where Crooks tell us rustlers. Wait. If we move through the trees slowly, we may be able to sneak up behind them. Grass high to crawl through grass. Then let's start crawling. Come on, fellow. Chief, look straight ahead. We see men dressed like Indians hide behind rocks. They evidently plan to carry out their ambush on foot from behind the bouldersabi. Yes. Man and horse come from road ride to where them stand. He's making some report to them, Chief. Let's start crawling toward them again. We do it. The horseman who had come from the road to where the rustlers waited behind a giant boulder was Doc Belden. He'd been sent to locate the whereabouts of the Circle Ro herd and was now giving Ford Gary the information. Oh, sh. I located them. They're on the back trail about a mile or so from here. They'll be along soon. Red has the outfit slowed down to a walk, and he's riding far out in front of it with old man Ogden. Boys, you hear that? You know what to do. Now, when they get here, I better get my bunch of boys over at the other side of the road, huh, boss? Yeah. You boys who are supposed to be on the other side, follow Doc. Let's go, boys. The rustlers dressed as Indians turned their horses in startled surprise to behold a masked man and a band of Indians rise from the tall grass with guns aimed. Look. Real engines and a mask man. Boys, we're in a trap. Start shooting. We'll kill you all if you do. You ask for it. Here. The masked man and the Indians with him were firing before the rustlers could use their guns effectively. Outlaws fell from their horses to the ground. And a shot from the Lone Ranger caught Ford Gary in the shoulder. Oh, my shoulder. Duck. Get the mask man. Yeah, you dirty. You're too slow, Mr. Kimasabe. Look. Outlaws raising hands. Some of the outlaws, seeing their leaders shot and finding little chance of escape, were raising their hands in surrender. Oh, shoot. We give up. It's no use fighting. We're not gonna get our money. Do we give up? Yeah. I'm not gonna lose my life for no reason. All right, all of you, throw your guns down and raise your Hands. If you don't do what the masked wrench says, boy, that's it. Ready? Go. Suppose you have your men look after these killers. Me do, and me help bandage men. Shot. Do that, Toto. Red Eagle, we'll ride down to the road. I want to be there when that man, Red Seward, gives his signal for the attack. Red Seward rode far ahead of the herd with rancher Russell Ogden. Ogden was puzzled as they rode around a bend in the road. Hey, Red, look at this. Rocks and boulders on both sides of the road here. The cows can't come through here. It's too narrow. We'll have to stop the herd and go through slowly. Yes, sir. That's what I figured. What? It'll make things easier. What are you talking about? Who? All right, boys, get ready to shoot them down. They'll be here in a minute. Are you crazy? Who you yelling at? I'm gonna shoot you right now, Ogden. Red, that gun. Don't shoot. I gotta. You dumb ox. I gotta ride now because. Oh, my arm. Who did that? Who? A masked man. Holds over. Ho. Easy, big fella. I got him just in time. Mr. Ogden, turn around, ride back and keep the herd from coming through here. I'll take care of this man. Why, sure, sure. Get up there. Slow him down. Stop him. Don't come through here. The sun was low in the sky. The entire Circle Ro herd was grazing alongside the back trail. A short distance from the bend where Russell Ogden had succeeded in stopping the animal's progress. A band of Indians stood guard over the rustlers, who, on close inspection, resembled not at all the Indians they pretended to be. Mr. Ogden was talking to his riders and to Chief Redigan. And that masked man crippled Seward's arm and saved my life. He also saved my stock when he did that. But they might have been crushed. They might have stampeded. They might have. Well, anything might have happened. But it didn't, boss. That's all that counts. You're right, Harry. Our cattle safe. And the outfit that was ambushed a few days ago will get theirs back from that secret valley. Red Eagle braves ready to take crooks to meet soldiers who come with marshals. We'll help you, Chief. We'll go back to the main trail and head north together. Too bad the masked man didn't stay with us to see final justice done to these crooks. Final justice being the gallows men who cover face do everything to get crooks. When him do that, him let law do rest. I know. He certainly has done everything for me. Him do everything for Indians too. Prove Indians not kill white men. If him not come and tell Red Eagle, maybe soldiers marshal never believe Red Eagle not kill white men steal cows. All I can say is a lot of things did happen just like a lot of other things didn't. And like we all agree, the dids and the didn'ts were only possible because of that fella you call the Lone Rang. Sam. Back in the Old west, folks didn't run to the pharmacy every time trouble hit. They relied on the know how and natural remedies. Kind of like how Tonto always seems to have a special mixture ready for whatever came next. If you want to learn how to do that today, check out the Beginner's Guide to Herbal Remedies, Easy steps for teas, tinctures and salves. Even if you've never tried herbs before, visit otrwesterns.com herbs to learn more again. Otrwesterns.com herbs. Sam. This is a feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated, created by George W. Trendle, produced by Trendall Campbell, Muir Incorporated and directed by Charles D. Livingston. Tonight's drama was written by Fran Stryker. The part of the the Lone Ranger is played by Brace Beamer. 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. You too can join by going to otrwesterns.com donate send us an email podcasttrwesterns.com and you can call and leave us a voicemail. 707-986-8739. This episode is copyrighted under the Attribution Non Commercial Share Alike Copyright. For more information go to otrwesterns.com copyright have a great day and thanks for listening.