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The Hold-Up at Sandy Point | The Lone Ranger (11-21-51)
Original Air Date: November 21, 1951Host: 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: Rou...
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Foreign. Welcome to the Old Time Radio Westerns. I'm your host, Andrew Rines, 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. A fiery horse with speed of light, a cloud of dust and a hearty high own, 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. Come on, Silver. Hurry, big foe. I am Silver Boy. The cafe in Sand Point was packed with the usual Saturday night crowd of ranchers and townspeople. While outside near the hitch rack, Dan Reed was standing quietly beside his colt, Victor. He watched curiously as Mel Nugent, recently released from territorial prison, halted a tiny pony in front of the hitch rack. Oh, waited two years for this. I know nothing's gonna stop me. Stand still, little fella. Stand still now to see if Doc Adams is inside. All right, kid, move out of my way. Well, I'm not in your way. I said get out. I have as much right to stand here as you have. Smart kid, huh? I'll show you what I listen. Your fault, not mine. Tripped me, huh? While you're sneaking? Sure I tripped you. Standing here by the hitch rack, minding my own business. You started the argument. Ain't got time to fool with you now, Ken. I'll see you again and don't you forget it. Don't worry, I won't. Hey, that male Nugent just walked in. Sure it is. Thought he was in territorial prison. Guess you let him out. Looks like he's all steamed up for trouble. Probably looking for Doc Adams. Heck, are you Doc Adams in here, I said. There's Doc Adams in here. Are you looking for me, Nugent? Reckon I am. Reckon you know why? Maybe you're the hombre that sent me to jail. You're the reason I spent two years in prison, one of them in solitaire. Yes. I'm responsible for you going to jail, Nugent. Not do it again. I shouldn't. I sent you to jail. You stole my cattle. I caught you at it. You came back here to Sandpoint to be a law abiding citizen. All well and good. You're still a cook. I'll do the same thing I did before. You won't railroad me into jail again. You won't get a chance. Not if you stay honest. I'll do whatever I want to. You won't have anything to do with it. Cause you won't live that long. So you've come gunning for me, is that it? We catch on quick, Doc. All right, you're welcome to try it then. Fill your hand, you double cross boys. I've got your boats covered. Stay out of this. Yes. There won't be any gun fighting in this town as long as I'm robbing the law around here. Look here, you can't tell I happened to be outside. Mel, when you rode up the hitch rack, you were spoiling for trouble. Then when the Kid tripped you and gave you what you deserved, sure we said no rainy fishes. Maybe part of this is my fault, but I didn't start it. I know you didn't, Doc. I've never turned yellow in gunfights yet and I'm not going to start now. You don't have to, Doc. There won't be any fight. Cause I'm chasing Mel Nugent out of town. That's sad. You can't run me out of town. Why not? I think because you're packing that tin badge, you can do anything, don't you? You heard what I said, Nugent. Get moving. You ain't got the right to turn me out of town. That served my sentence. Law's got nothing on me. Look, Mel, I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt. You've got a little place up in the valley. Go home and cool off when you can. Come to town without wanting to fight, nobody will stop you. All right, law dog. You're holding the winning cards now. Next time it might be different. You hear that, Adams? I'll be waiting for you, Mel. Anytime you come again. Maybe you will and maybe you won't. There's to hide behind a lawman's pistol? That dirty notebook. There's that cocky kid that was out there. Hey, Mal. What the. Who's that? Step over here. Got something I want to tell you. Yeah? Just who are you? My handles take deets. They don't know you. Oh, what's the difference? I'm the foreman out of Doc. Adam, spread one of Doc's gun hands, huh? All right. I'm very young. Wait a minute, wait a minute. Put that gun away. I don't want to fight with you. You'd Be smart to get along with me. Listen, I'm gonna gun whip that boss of yours if it's the last thing. It's all right with me. What do you mean? I got some scores I'd like to settle, too. Maybe you and me get together. Yeah. Let's start talking. He used to live here in town, remember? Doc Adams daughter. Doc Adam's daughter. Say, didn't she marry an hombre named Clayt Summers? That's right. But you would have married me if her old man hadn't butted in. Yeah. Between Adams and Clay. Tell me what to do. They spoilt my chances. I'm not interested in who you want to marry. No, of course not. But if I'd had any luck with Alva, I'd be sitting pretty now, father in law with almost every beef critter in the state belonging to me. You got something in mind? Yeah. Look, Doc had the law on his side when he sent you to prison, didn't he? He's a dirty moss. How'd you like to use the law to get even with him? Now you might be talking sense. Mm. When I heard on what went on inside, I started thinking. Yeah, I think I got an idea that'll fix that for you. Get rid of Clayton from me and give me a chance to court the girl again. What is it? Climb on your coyotes. Let's do our talking away from town. Suits me. You lead the way. Maybe some of the trails around here have changed some while you've been away. Better stick close behind me. Get up. Get up. Get up. After the incident he experienced in front of the Sandpoint Cafe, Dan Reed returned to the trailside camp he shared with the Lone Ranger. He explained the situation, and the following day, according to the Lone Ranger's instructions, reined up his horse in front of the Adams ranch house. It doesn't seem to be here in the yard. Victor, I have to knock on the door. Hey. Well, son, what you do for here? I'm looking for a job. Job? Now, don't tell me that a youngster like you is a full fledged cowhand. You know, sir, I'm not big enough for that yet, but, well, there are a lot of odd jobs I could do around a ranch like this. Yeah, you might be right at that. What's your name? Sam. Dan. Dan Reed. Well, dan, how does $15 a month plus room and board sound to you? Oh, golly. You mean I'm hired? Well, that depends on how good you are with an axe on that wood pile over there. Oh, gee, thanks for the job, Mr. Adams. I'll make that wood disappear so fast you are. What's wrong with you, Jake? What? Afraid there was some rust in here tonight. What do you mean you're afraid? There was some Rusty. Just made a count of the stock we cut out and had better down the corral. They're still there, aren't they? I can see them from here. And about a third of the critters are gone. A third of. Run over and count them. I will see, Mr. Adams. They're really gone. That's a tough break, isn't it? Certain is, Dan. A lot bigger loss than I can take. Who's the kid? What's he doing here? New handyman. I just hired him. Oh, there. You know what the count was yesterday afternoon. Look at him now. Yes, I'm afraid you're right, Jake. How could stairs be rustled out of this corral without it? He isn't there. Yeah. Picked up a trail all right. Where you can see where it starts. Right over there by the corral gate. Varmints that rustled our beef lit out straight east. Yes, you're right. The tracks are here. What are you gonna do, boss? Phew, that's a crazy question. All the boys in the bunkhouse. We'll follow this trail till we find my steers. A few moments later, every puncher on the Adams ranch was in the saddle and riding eastward, following the lead of Mr. Adams and Jake, his foreman. The tracks left for the small herd of cattle were easy enough to follow. But suddenly Doc Adams reined up in surprise. What's the matter, boss? Can't understand these? What? This trail is leading right to my son in law's place. Clayton Ilma's spread. Hey, it is, ain't it? That can't be right. Clayton's too well off. Is he, boss? No, but he ain't no thief. Well, it's the same thing folks said about Mel Nudes until he was caught. You remember. Hey, son in law, ain't no Mel nudge into. Course, it's none of my business, but I've been hearing some talk about Clay last few weeks. What kind of talk? Well, I heard it said that he figures you ought to help him stock his rings. Seen as you're his wife's pa. I don't believe in that sort of thing. Young fellows should stand on their own feet. Sure, I think so too. Understand, boss? I'm only telling you what I heard. Hey, look there in that drawer. Ain't that my stock? I sure did. At least I think so. Yeah, My kettle. All right. I can read the brands from here. This is Clay's range, too. Or maybe it's just an accident. It's no accident. Critters don't wonder out of luck. Corral. What are you going to do, boss? Cleats house is just over the rise. I think I'll ask him some questions. If I was you, I'd do the same thing. Get in there. Get him. Round up them critters boys and herd them home. Me and the boss are gonna keep on riding. Get up. Want me to ride along with you, Bossy? I might as well. I can't believe the Cleveland Trent Russell. But I'm sure gonna find out. I don't blame you. Don't blame you. She cleaned around anywhere. Must be inside. There's a saddle on the porch. Come on. Find out about this. Hi. Hello, Mr. Adams. You're quite a stranger. Come on in. No, thanks. I'll do my talking right here. What's the matter? Great. What a herd of my cattle doing on your range? Over in that drawer beyond the hill. What, Pa? What's the draw? I'll tell you the trouble, elder. Close to 35 of my cars were stolen last night. I trailed them right over here. No, that can't be possible. I just saw them not over 30 minutes ago. Maybe they just strayed out of a lock corral. Wait a minute, Mr. Adams. You trying to say that I rustled that stuff? Well, to tell the truth, I don't know what to think. The beef was stolen. I found it over here. You must be crazy to think that Clayton would steal your cat. I always figured you were square. Clay, you know I wouldn't steal. I'll tell you this much. I found this much evidence against anyone else but you. I'd shoot first and then ask the questions. You don't know what you're saying. Makes sense, don't it? I never rustled your steers. Maybe. Anyway, this time I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt. Next time it'll be different. If you're crazy enough to think that I'm crooked, you can do what you like. Clay Pot, please. I've got one more thing to say. Clay, if I'm going to have trouble with wrestlers, this range is going to bust wide open. And don't you forget it. 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. Now to continue our story. Mel Nugent, recently released from territorial prison, had returned to the Scene of his former crimes, and had taken as his partner Jake Dietz. Both of these outlaws hatched a plot to incriminate Clay Summers, Doc Adams son in law, in the rustling of Doc's cattle. The first step in their plan went without a hitch. For Adams found his missing cattle on Clay's range and told the young man that should it happen again, he'd take drastic action. So the outlaws planned to make this rustling happen again. And late the following night, Jake Dietz waited on horseback beside a small herd of cattle on a remote part of the Adams range. I wonder why he doesn't show up almost midnight. And maybe this is him. That you, Mel? Yeah. Where you been? I've been out here since long. Ride over here from my place. Hey, these are critters we're gonna take along. Yep. Well, we're gonna plant them. Can't leave moving that draw again. Oh, no. Got a better idea. What is it? I guess you know Clayton's got a trail herd rounded up to take over to the railroad tomorrow. Heard about it. Yep. These critters are going to be part of that herd. Smart idea. Let's get going. Come on, you dumb cow clippers. The following morning, just as Jake Dietz had planned it, it didn't take long for Doc Adams to discover that some more of his cattle were missing. As soon as he had verified the suspicion that the tracks of the stolen herd headed again toward the east, he turned his horse and raced back to his ranch. Sandy Pete, let's get out of that buckhouse. Slap letter onto your horses. We're going to ride. What's up, Bob? Horse got wrestled and the tracks lead right over to Clay Place again. Can't believe. Hey, Ken. Shut my own eyes. Hey, that reminds me of something up in town last night. I heard that that son in law of yours is starting a trail herd this morning. Taking some beef over the railroad to ship east. He ain't shipping any of my beef. Can he move on you boys? Maybe your cows are with that herd. That side wondered Clay because he can steal me blind just because he married my daughter. He's gonna find out different. Come on, let's ride. And in the meantime, Clay Summers was just finishing breakfast at his home. Oh, mighty good breakfast, Ella. Mighty good. I'm glad you liked it, Clay. I've got a lot of writing to do this morning. I'd be pushing along. Have to make such an early start. Sure this isn't early, Elva. Most of my punches have been at work since long before sunup. And I Have the trail herd started by now. I'll have to ride to catch up with him. How long do you think you'll be gone, Clay? Oh, shouldn't take more than a week. Why, Elva. One way, I'm kind of glad you'll be away for a while. What's that? Why, I'm just thinking of the way Pa acted when he was over here the other morning. I can't imagine what got into him. It might be just as well if the two of you didn't meet again for a while. I couldn't figure it out. I still can't see how your PA figures I'd rustle his cattle one way. You can hardly blame him. I guess it did look bad for us. I mean, I'd like to know how any of your pa's cows got over here in my range. The way Pa acted, it's got me worried. Oh, he's probably all over it by now. And your PA is the first one to admit it. When he does make a mistake, there's nothing to worry about. I hope so. I wonder who that can be. Oh, no. Not the boys. With a herd, they wouldn't be riding back here unless something is wrong. I'll go and see them. We were just. You cleatsomers. No. What's wrong? As if you didn't know. Where are they? Where's what? You know what I mean. Where? The coyote. He's down in my corral again last night, sir. Adams. You must be loco. Got a drill. The thieving coyote, boss. That's right. Come over here. At first I want to know where my stock is. Listen to me. How can you say Clay stole your cow? I know it because I followed that trail to where Clay had his herd last night. What? You mean you found your cattle in my herd? I didn't. That's why I'm here. But. Caught up with your herd but didn't find my cattle. Guess you figured it would be the first place I'd look at all the local things I've ever heard. Crooked boss, and he knows it. I always said he was no good. Sure you did, Jake. I'm just wondering whether you've got a hand in this someplace. Don't try to put the blame on somebody else, Gleed. We've got you dead to rights. I tell you, I've never stolen anything. You're a sneaking liar. I don't care if you are Elvis Parr. You can't talk to me that way. I figure it doesn't matter how you talk to Russell's plug, Em, Boss. You stay out of this, Jake. It's none of your affair. Are you gonna tell me where you hid them cows or do I have to gun with the tooth out of the truth is what I've already told you. I don't know. Then, Brad, you don't. What are you doing here? The kid you hired to do odd jobs. Now get out of here, kid. This is none of your business. That's right. Run along. It's Mr. Adams. I've got no time to bother with you now. You're fired. Get back to the ranch and draw your pay. I want to show you something, Mr. Adams. I'm sure you'd be interested. Cows up here. The only thing I'm interested in now is cattle. Stolen cattle. That's what I'm talking about. I know where they are, but. What did you say? Nothing but a harebrained kid. Boss, don't listen to them. If you don't get out of here. You really know where the stolen cows are? Yes, ma'. Am. I'll tell you. The kid's loco. Loco or not, I'm going to find out what he's got to show before I stand here and listen to myself being accused of rustling. How come you know so much about it? If you all just come with me, I'll show you. Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go. Oh, I'm sure this is a trick of some kind. It is a trick. It'll be the last one. I know how serious this is. Why should I play any tricks? You better not. My horse is just outside. Come on. We'll all ride together. He sure will. And if it ain't proved that you had nothing to do with this plate, I'm dealing with you myself. I understand it isn't very far. Come on. Dan Reed led the group directly to where Clay's herd had been bedded down the night before. He then pointed out that the tracks of the stolen cows circled the bedded herd and continued on eastward. The men pressed forward, discovering at last that the trail led to the tumbledown ranch of Mel Nugent. As they neared Mel's shack, Clay gave out a shout. Hey, this is Mel Nugent's place. There he is. Running away? Yes. Head out of the house. When he saw his Kevin. He's heading for his horse. You better blow a hole through that critter there. No, wait. You can take him without shooting. It'll be better he wasn't in this all alone. How can we get a hold of him? Try my Rope before you start shooting. Get up, Victor. Come on, Victor. Responding to the cry of his young master, Victor, the mighty son of silver raced ahead with a speed of wind. The outlaw had a good start and a a good horse. But he was no match for the white stallion that kept slowly but steadily closing the gap between them. Nugent's head was bent low over the neck of his horse and he no longer looked back at his pursuer. If he had, he'd have seen Dan still traveling at top speed, but slowly and carefully uncoiling just the right amount of his lariat. No, Victor. Steady, boy. If I get this rope swinging, I there, throw a rope on me while you started out. You won't do anything with want to be pulled off that horse. Oh ho, let me out of this legion. Better climb up that brown piece of light. Got an itchy thing. That's little. Hey, look, Mr. Adams. There's your stock back there in Mel's corral. Yep, that's it all right. It can't be fought. There must be some mistake. Hey, Blandy. Take your double crossing rotten skunk you frame me into. Wait, wait a minute. Who's this coming? I see it now. He's wearing the mask. Oh, who's over who? Are you part of this paddle wrestling gang? Any big fella here? No, I'm not, Mr. Adams. You did a good job, Dan. You're getting better with the rope all the time. I don't understand this. A masked outlaw rides up here. I'm not an outlaw. You know this kid, Dan Reed? Yes. Very well. If you have anything to do with my cars being stolen, like that pole cat over there, I had something to do with it. I didn't steal your cattle, Mr. Adams. And how'd they get here? Well, Nugent, I sent you to jail once for rustling my stock and I'm gonna do it again, this time for keeps. I never brought those cows up here. And who did? That gent right there. Somebody's lying around here and I aim to find out who it is. Maybe I can explain it, Mr. Adams. You see, your cows were with Clay's herd last night. They would still be there if Dan and I hadn't cut them out and driven them up here. It was you. The important thing is how the stock left your corral originally. That's right. That was accomplished through the combined efforts of Mel Nugent and Jake, your foreman. Listen, no outlaw's going to accuse me of ruffling. You see, like most thieves, they were both trying to double cross each other. I Suspected it. So I had Dan take a job on your ranch. Jake knew that Mel and you were gunning for each other and hoped that one or both of you would get killed. So it was you, Jake, who was double crossing me all the time. I'm fairly sure that Jake's principal motive was to start a fight between you and Clay, then marry your daughter and inherit the ranch. Oh, you dirty sidewinder. I ought to get the cattle. Jake would profit from a feud. When Dan and I found it out, we merely removed the cattle to a safe place. What's up, Clee? You better not holster that gun, Jake. I'm not going to. I'll have to use a stronger argument. My arm. You're not hurt. That's a scratch. You want more? No, no. Don't shoot. I got your message. It came out right away. Good. There they are. Sheriff mel Nugent and Mr. Adams. Ex foreman. You can handle them, can't you? Sure. I've got some steel cuffs specially made for these hombres and our job's done. Come on, Dan. Sure. Adios. Adios, mansfam. It's a little too mixed up for me to figure out I had a kid. The chap wood in a mascot gets back my cattle for me. Well, you've got the stock proof that I didn't steal him. I'm sorry, Clay. I guess I'm just a hot headed old fool. No worse than I am. I would have felt the same way. But that still don't tell me. I know the boy's name is Dan Reed, but who's the mess, gent? Well, I thought you knew, Doc. He's the Lone Ranger. The story you have 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. 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