
Original Air Date: April 17, 1950Host: 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: Roundu...
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Narrator
Foreign.
Andrew Rines
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.
Narrator
A fiery horse with the speed of light, a cloud of dust and a hearty hi O Silver, the Lone Ranger. With this faithful Indian companion Tottle, the daring and resourceful masked 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 hoofbeats of the great horse Silver. The Lone Ranger rides again.
Lone Ranger
Come on, Silver. Let go. Big foul Mount Silver. Away.
Narrator
It was late afternoon when the Lone Ranger and Tottle returning from a mission in the Apache Indian country came within sight of the mining town of Starville. Turning their horses off the trail, they began to look for a place to camp. Soon their new course took them into a gully where a few miners cabins appeared dilapidated and scattered. The Indian pointed.
Tonto
It looked like them shacks deserted. Maybe this make good place to stay.
Lone Ranger
I don't see any signs of water. We need it more than shelter. Our horses are pull up Tonahu.
Tonto
Where?
Lone Ranger
Shots come from the slope up there. Look at those two men.
Tonto
Oh, and them not shoot at us. Them shoot at each other.
Lone Ranger
They haven't seen us. They're facing each other in the open as though they were fighting a duel.
Tonto
And them fellers both old, got gray beard.
Lone Ranger
Let's stop them. Monsoon, get them off his count Them.
Tonto
Ready to shoot again.
Lone Ranger
Hold your fireman. Now drop those guns and come here.
Mosshorn
Sure, sure. There goes mine. Mine too.
Flapjack
You haven't got any call to be haunting in on a private ruckus.
Lone Ranger
There's a law against dueling.
Flapjack
That's right. Funny coming from an owl hoot in a mask.
Lone Ranger
Don't let my mask bother you. I'm not an outlaw. All I want from you is an explanation of your gunplay.
Mosshorn
I caught that sidewinder sneaking up on my shack.
Flapjack
Don't believe the varmint. I was only looking for a stray burrow. He shot first.
Lone Ranger
Those old cap and ball revolvers you were using don't seem to have been very effective.
Mosshorn
Those are Navy Colts, the best six guns ever made.
Flapjack
That's right. I'd rather have one of them than a dozen of those new fangled cartridge guns.
Lone Ranger
The guns are good. You must be poor marksmen. You were less than 50ft apart when you fired Crab Jack.
Mosshorn
Did you hear what he said?
Flapjack
I sure did. Moss Horn. He's belittling us.
Mosshorn
Either one of us could hit the nail heads in my shack over yonder.
Lone Ranger
And I take it that you both aimed to miss.
Mosshorn
Well, Mosshorn?
Flapjack
Why, drat my hide. I've been talking to you, you ornery critter.
Mosshorn
It's like I've been making the same mistake. It's been a year since I sunk low enough to swap words with you.
Lone Ranger
Your exchange of words doesn't seem to have hurt you any more than your exchange of bullets. What started your feud?
Flapjack
Well, mister, it's like this. Mosshorn and me prospected together until I heard. He said I ran off and left him in the desert with a broken leg.
Mosshorn
I never said no such thing, Flapjack. I knowed you went for help, but somebody told me you claimed I'd stolen your poke.
Flapjack
We've both been lied to.
Lone Ranger
It's strange that you let troublemakers break up your friendship.
Mosshorn
Not so strange. Us old prospectors have got a lot of mule in us. We're stubborn and contrary, yes, but our.
Flapjack
Feudin was always sort of friendly, even if we wouldn't admit it. Do you savvy that, mister?
Lone Ranger
I think I do.
Flapjack
Then you're the only fellow around here who does. The sheriff put us under bonds to keep the peace. But now we're through burning powder on each other.
Mosshorn
Let's shake on that, Flapjack.
Flapjack
Here's my paw, partner.
Lone Ranger
Well, I'm glad that you old timers have come to an understanding.
Mosshorn
Well, it was your doing, mister. Now, how can we pay you back?
Lone Ranger
You owe me nothing. But I do need information. Where's the nearest place where we'll find grass and water?
Mosshorn
You'll find good grass a few miles further on. Water there's all right for horses, but I don't figure it's fit for a man.
Lone Ranger
Well, our canteens are empty.
Mosshorn
Then I'll fill them. In my shack I got a keg of spring water I packed in on my burrow this morning. Come on.
Narrator
The shack into which the old prospectors led the Lone Ranger and Tottle was remarkable for nothing except its wallpaper. Over the flour sacking which served to cover the cracks in the ceiling and walls, hundreds of green and gold stock certificates had been pasted. As Mosshorn filled the canteens, the masked.
Lone Ranger
Man inquired, where did you get that stock, Oldhammer?
Mosshorn
Well, I won it in a poker game. Fella staked it against a dollar bet. Course, it ain't Worth even a dollar, but sure looks mighty pretty.
Lone Ranger
I see. It was issued by the Red Gap Mining Company here.
Mosshorn
That's a mine in the hills yonder. Closed down a couple of years ago. The ore in it wasn't rich enough to pay for the digging.
Flapjack
Maybe the Red Gap will come back someday. You got a legal title to that paper?
Mosshorn
Why, sure. The fellow I got it from sold mining machinery. Company owed him. And he had to take that stuff on the debt there. The canteens are full.
Lone Ranger
Good. I'll take them. And thanks.
Flapjack
If you gents ever get back this way, look us up. You won't find us feudin the next.
Mosshorn
Time we're made up for good.
Lone Ranger
I hope so. Well, adios.
Mosshorn
Adi. Adios.
Narrator
As the Lone Ranger and Totto left the cabin, two men swung from their horses at the Red Gap mine. Although they wore riding clothes, their faces showed few signs of exposure to wind and weather. For a moment they surveyed the tumbled down buildings and rusty ore cars which surrounded a tunnel entrance in the side of a hill. Then one called.
Silk
Hey, Drift, where are you?
Foxy
He's in the mine.
Flapjack
Hurry up, Holly.
Drift
Still reckon you got my telegram?
Silk
We wouldn't be here if we hadn't. What was the idea of telling us not to unload any Red Gap stock until we saw you?
Foxy
Here's what I want to know. We got a sucker in Denver who'll buy all the worthless paper we got Once we're able to show them some good ore in that hole.
Tonto
Haven't you salted it yet?
Drift
Yeah, I started to. But while I was digging a hole for a plant of high grade ore, I struck the richest gold vein I ever saw.
Lone Ranger
What?
Drift
Come on, I'll show you. I like the way my miners land.
Foxy
Where'd you make the strike?
Drift
Not far from the entrance here. Now watch your step.
Silk
Roxy. This changes everything. We've got to switch from a confidence game to big business.
Foxy
Hey, you said it. Instead of selling stock to easy marks, we'll have to get hold of enough shares to reorganize the company and control it.
Drift
The fellows that dug this lateral shaft only missed a vein by a yard. Here's where I found.
Silk
Talk about luck.
Mosshorn
Hey, look.
Drift
Look at this ore sample. It'll just say $6,000 to the ton. We're all rich.
Silk
Not quite. It's like Foxy said. We need more stock and it may be hard to find.
Drift
I know there's a lot of it.
Narrator
You do?
Drift
Where no prospect to call. Morse Horn's got his cabin papered with it. Everybody jokes about it.
Foxy
Maybe we can talk him in the sunlight for a few dollars.
Drift
Ah, not him. He's so cantankerous. He wouldn't sell for a million if he thought the certificates would do you any good. They say he scratches his feet when his head itches.
Silk
Then we'll go after him with guns. When to?
Narrator
A few hours later, Mosshorn lay snoring in his bunk. Following a habit formed during years of hazardous living. He had removed only his socks and boots and had placed his Navy Colt in the bunk. But age had dulled his sense of danger. He failed to hear the cabin door open and close.
Drift
He's there in the corner. Struck a match.
Silk
Get ready to ground. I'm lighting one.
Narrator
I got him.
Mosshorn
Hey, what's going on?
Drift
Shut up and get out of that bunker.
Lone Ranger
I'll tell you.
Mosshorn
Let loose in my wrist. I'm getting up.
Foxy
Silk, there's a lamp on a table. Hurry and light it.
Mosshorn
Right.
Foxy
Now.
Silk
I can see.
Mosshorn
What do you fellas want?
Silk
Fancy wallpaper, for one thing.
Narrator
Working swiftly, the swindlers soon had the cabin stripped of paper. As they rolled their loot into a bundle, the old prospector ventured another protest.
Lone Ranger
Look.
Mosshorn
You protest that Red Gap stalk's no good.
Drift
Just the same, you're gonna sign it over to us.
Mosshorn
I'm not signing anything away.
Drift
We'll see about that when we get you to the mine.
Mosshorn
Well, if you're gonna take me away, let me put on my boots.
Drift
All right.
Mosshorn
I'll have to sit down on my bunk to get them on.
Drift
Then do it. Don't forget I'm holding a gun on you.
Narrator
Reaching for his boots with one hand, Mosshorn inched the other into the blankets behind him. His fingers closed on the butt of his old Colt. A moment later, there was a muffled report. Drift staggered back with a groan.
Mosshorn
He shot me.
Lone Ranger
Help.
Narrator
Before the old prospector could free his gun from the blankets and cock it again, both Silk and Foxy hurled themselves upon him, unwilling to kill him. Before they obtained his signature, they broke his grip on the weapon and dragged him from the bunk.
Foxy
I'll take care of him.
Lone Ranger
Silk, you'll look after Drift.
Narrator
As Silk reached for Drift, the wounded man collapsed against the table, overturning it in his fall. The lamp shattered on the floor, spilling kerosene on the tinder dry boards and igniting them.
The shack's on fire. Get Drift out. He's dead. Then let him go. Grab the paper. I've got it.
Mosshorn
Come on.
Narrator
Get going, you old fool.
Flapjack
This way to the horses.
Narrator
Meanwhile, the Lone Ranger and Tottle had made Camp remaining up in order to repair some trail worn gear, they noticed a red glow on the horizon. The Indian observed, fire must be in Starville.
Lone Ranger
It looks small, but you'd better investigate. I'll stay here and finish this work. Unless I see you. They're spreading.
Tonto
Ah, me go pronto. Easy, scout.
Narrator
Easy, fella. Get him up.
Flapjack
Sc.
Narrator
As Tonto headed for Starville, Sheriff Matt Brady and a group of citizens who also had seen the reflection of the fire, spurred their horses into the gully. One townsman was shouting, harry, that's Mosshorn's shanty.
We couldn't save it even if we had water. Mosshorn must have got out. Somebody standing outside. That's old Flapjack.
Lone Ranger
Ho, ho, ho, there. Ho, ho, ho.
Narrator
Flapjack. Where's Morse Horn?
Flapjack
He's in there, Sheriff.
Lone Ranger
Then he's dead.
Drift
Still him.
Narrator
What are you doing here?
Flapjack
The fire woke me up. I tried to get him out.
Narrator
How comes he couldn't get out himself?
Flapjack
I don't know.
Narrator
I think you know plenty. An old desert rat like Vosshorn wouldn't burn himself up by accident.
Lone Ranger
Sheriff, I heard shooting from this direction just before I noticed the fire.
Narrator
Flapjack, I'm taking your gun. There. Now stand still.
Flapjack
What's the idea?
Narrator
This old shooting iron smells of fresh burnt powder.
Flapjack
Sure it does. I shot it to give an alarm.
Narrator
I had a report that there was some shooting in the gully this afternoon. Couldn't get away to see, but I figured then and I figure now that you and Mosshorn had another run in. What about it?
Flapjack
Well, we did burn a little pot on each other, but nobody got hurt. A masked man and an engine stopped us. Likely story. It's the truth. Moss, Horn and me buried the hatchet. After that, we aimed to be partners again.
Narrator
That don't wash down either. You fellas feuded too long ever to make up. You were always threatening to kill each other.
Flapjack
That was just talk. We didn't mean it.
Narrator
You had a lot of shooting scrapes.
Flapjack
Yes, but we aimed our gun so we'd miss.
Narrator
You must take me for a fool. Now hold out your paws.
Flapjack
What you gonna do?
Narrator
I'm gonna handcuff you. There. Now I'm taking you to jail.
Flapjack
If Mosshorn was alive.
Narrator
The rest of you stay here. Get the body out as soon as you can.
Lone Ranger
We service you.
Narrator
Mossorn and Flapjack were the only fellows in these parts who used old fashioned cap and ball guns. If there's a round bullet in the body, this old varmint will hang.
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. Sail to continue. It was early the next day when Tottle, who had gone to investigate the fire, returned to the Lone Ranger's camp and told of the circumstances under which Flapjack had been jailed. The Indian was saying, mosshorn shack burn.
Tonto
Before me get there. But me see fellows take body out.
Lone Ranger
Was there any evidence of murder?
Tonto
Doctors say Mosshorn was shot before fire. Him fine bullet like Flapjack used in body.
Lone Ranger
It's hard to believe that Flapjack killed Mosshorn in such a cowardly and deliberate fashion only a few hours after they become friends again.
Tonto
Only tell sheriff how old fellas make up.
Lone Ranger
Oh. What did he say?
Tonto
Him not believe me. Him order me to come back today. Make statement.
Lone Ranger
You'll have to go. But before you do, we'll take a look at the scene of the.
Narrator
Riding into the gully. A little later, the masked man and Indian found it deserted. Only a pile of ashes and charred boards marked the place where Mosshorn's cabinet stood. There they drew rein. Dismounting, they made a careful inspection of the debris. When it became certain that the ashes held nothing significant, Tato turned to the surrounding ground.
Tonto
Look there, Kimosabe. Two prints of bare feet. And then point away from place where cabin door was.
Lone Ranger
The man who made them must have left the cabin before or soon after the fire started. They disappear here where the sightseer stood.
Tonto
Maybe we find them again farther out.
Lone Ranger
Yes, there they are.
Tonto
Two sets of boot tracks go same way.
Lone Ranger
Wait. Wait a minute. There's a place where three horses stood. How do you read the sign?
Tonto
Three men in boots get off horses and go to shack. Two men in boots and barefoot feller come back. All mount go north. It looked like horse. Barefoot feller. Ryan was led.
Lone Ranger
That means he was injured or a prisoner. Here, Silver.
Tonto
And what we do?
Lone Ranger
You report back to the sheriff what we told you to do. Easy. Steady, Big Philip. Now follow these tracks. One Silver.
Narrator
In the meantime, Silk and Foxy had reached the Red Gap mine with Moshorn. For hours they had tried to force him to sign a transfer of title to the stock certificates. But still he balked.
Silk
Hey, what's behind that iron door there?
Foxy
A vault where the old company planned to store gold until it could be shipped. It'll come in handy when we reopen the mine.
Silk
Maybe it'll come in handy now. Can it be opened?
Foxy
Yeah, the key's still in the lock. I had it open when we were here the first time. There's nothing inside. Not even enough air to keep a man alive more than a few minutes.
Lone Ranger
Good.
Foxy
What's good about it?
Silk
We'll put the old desert right in there. That ought to bring him to time.
Foxy
It's worth trying.
Narrator
Come on.
Foxy
Morse.
Lone Ranger
Horn.
Mosshorn
Oh, let me be.
Foxy
Come on, I said.
Narrator
Open the door.
Lone Ranger
Silko.
Narrator
It.
Silk
Hey, it's open. What a hole. Looks like a shoveling.
Lone Ranger
In you go.
Foxy
When you're ready to sign, yell or knock.
Mosshorn
I'll never sign.
Narrator
At that moment, the sheriff's office in Starville was the scene of another ordeal with Flapjack as the victim. Surrounded by officials, he too had been pressed to put his name on a paper. A paper admitting the murder of Mosshorn. And he too was saying, I'll never sign.
Foxy
You're just making it hard for yourself, old timer.
Narrator
Listen to the District Attorney. Flapjack.
Flapjack
Sheriff, I've been listening to him and I'm wondering why he's so all fired anxious to get a signed confession.
Narrator
It'll save us a lot of trouble and expense.
Flapjack
But I'll get hung only quicker.
Foxy
For the evidence is all against you. You had the motive, the opportunity and the weapon. You can't hope to beat such a case.
Flapjack
Just the same, I didn't do it.
Foxy
Oh, you stubborn old fool.
Tonto
Me come back, Sheriff.
Narrator
Me.
Tonto, look.
Flapjack
It's the Injun who's with the masked man. He knows me and Moss Horn made up.
Narrator
So he told me. Come here, Injun. District Attorney wants to question you.
Tonto
Well, me ready. But you better hear something else first.
Lone Ranger
What?
Tonto
Me hear plenty lynch talk.
Narrator
I know folks are riled up about the way Morse Horn was killed. They won't do anything. Go ahead with your question then, District Attorney.
Foxy
No, not while he's armed, please.
Narrator
Injun. Yeah, I got his hardware now, Indian.
Foxy
What's that stuff and nonsense about a masked man? Did you and Flapjack invent him or is he a party to your conspiracy to defeat justice?
Tonto
Maybe you find out later.
Lone Ranger
Why you.
Foxy
Sheriff, prepare a cell for this fella. He's staying here till he tells the truth.
Narrator
It was noon when the Lone Ranger finally succeeded in trailing the three horses through brush covered hills to the Red Gap Mine. Though he was still uncertain whether the riders had any connection with the events at Mosshorn's cabin. He took the precautions of hiding silver behind a slag pile and scouting the abandoned buildings. Then he entered the tunnel. There, a flickering light told him he was close to his quarry. As the masked man advanced stealthily, Silk consulted his watch.
Silk
It's been quite a while since we locked that door.
Lone Ranger
Yeah, I'll see what's happened.
Foxy
Give me the key.
Silk
I left it in the lock.
Foxy
And cover me with your gun while I open.
Tonto
Sure.
Lone Ranger
Drop that gun. Look, a mask, man.
Mosshorn
Don't shoot.
Narrator
I'm dropping my gun.
Lone Ranger
What do you want? I'll take your gun, too. Then we'll have a talk.
Narrator
As the masked man disarmed Foxy and picked up the fallen revolver, Silk edged away and took to his heels.
Lone Ranger
Stop. Stop, you.
Narrator
Silk ignored the command and vanished in the dark recesses of the mine, while the Lone Ranger, doubtful about the character of the men, held his fire. Then he turned to the frightened Foxy.
Lone Ranger
What's going on here? We.
Foxy
We got a financial interest in this mine.
Lone Ranger
Give me that lamp. Here.
Foxy
What are you looking at?
Lone Ranger
That roll of paper beside your feet. It came from Mosshorn's cabin. You murdered him.
Foxy
No, we didn't.
Lone Ranger
His body was found in the ruins of his cabin.
Foxy
That was a fellow Mosshorn shot. The old man's locking that vault. We got to get him out before he suffocates. I don't want to hang.
Lone Ranger
Unlock the door.
Mosshorn
Let me out.
Lone Ranger
He's still alive.
Narrator
As the door swung open, the Lone Ranger stepped forward, covering Foxy with a gun and turning the miner's lamp into the vault. The light revealed the old prospector stretched on the floor.
Lone Ranger
Take it easy, old timer.
Mosshorn
Ah, that's good.
Narrator
In his concern for the aged prospector, the masked man dropped to one knee in the doorway and gave him a closer look, thus exposing his back to the dark tunnel. As he did so, Silk, who had stolen out of his hiding place, heaved a heavy chunk of ore at him. The missile struck him between the shoulder blades, knocking him into the vault. Painful as the injury was, he clung to lamp and gun and came up pivoting for a shot. But before he could fire, Foxy slammed the door on him and turned the key.
Mosshorn
We got them, masked man. I was praying you'd come, but now we're as good as dead.
Lone Ranger
There's a crack under the door. It will give us enough air for a little while. Just lie still.
Mosshorn
Got guns.
Lone Ranger
Maybe.
Mosshorn
Can shoot the lock off.
Lone Ranger
Bullets won't smash it. Lock's on the inside. It's in a box made of heavy steel. The box is fastened to the door with big bolts. The burrs are on this side. Where's that rock I was hit with? I'll try to break the lock with it.
Mosshorn
I got it right here. But isn't a rock. It's a piece of rotten quartz that would fall apart at the first lick and it's plumb full of gold. This mine is rich.
Lone Ranger
So that's why they took your wallpaper.
Mosshorn
They want me to sign it over and I'm ready to do it. Now listen, you crooks out there. I'll put my name down now.
Lone Ranger
You're too late.
Narrator
We can't let you out while that.
Tonto
Masked man's in there.
Mosshorn
Here goes our last chance, mister. The air's getting bad already.
Lone Ranger
Yes. Five minutes more will finish us.
Mosshorn
What are you looking at, mister?
Lone Ranger
The bolts that hold that lock. They're rusty. But the burrs could be turned off.
Mosshorn
We just had a wrench.
Lone Ranger
I've got one here. I should have thought of that before.
Mosshorn
Going out of your head. That there's a six gun.
Lone Ranger
It'll serve the same purpose once I get the butt plates off with my knife.
Mosshorn
I don't see how.
Lone Ranger
Every gun butt is hollow. The butt plates are fastened to a steel frame. Inside of that is a hammer spring.
Mosshorn
Sure.
Lone Ranger
Now look, I've got the plates off. There's just enough space inside the frame for it to fit over burrs that size.
Mosshorn
I'll be done. You can use the gun barrel as a wrench handle.
Lone Ranger
I can work in the dark. So put out the light.
Mosshorn
Yeah.
Lone Ranger
Every bit of oxygen that's left. Yes, I can feel the burrs.
Narrator
Bracing himself between the door jambs, the masked man felt for the first burr and fitted the frame of the gun butt over it. The frame held fast and he tugged on the barrel, squealing as its threads cut into rust. The burr began to turn.
Lone Ranger
I've got the first one started. There are only three more.
Mosshorn
Hurry.
Narrator
The first and second burrs came off easily, but he was sweating and gasping as he tackled the third. His lungs seemed ready to burst and his heart pounded hard.
Lone Ranger
The third one's off, but I'm burning up a lot of oxygen.
Narrator
By a mighty effort, he got the last nut started. Then his knees gave way. For a few seconds he lay on the floor, gulping in the slightly purer air. Then he staggered to his feet and resumed his task. The full turns which he had been making with the improvised wrench fell off to half turns and quarter turns. But at long last, the nut came off and the lock and bolt fell to the floor. The masked man lurched against the door, swinging it wide. Silk and Foxy, who had lit another lamp, fell back in dismay but stayed their flight when a gun thundered a warning shot.
Lone Ranger
Get your hands up.
Mosshorn
Sure, sure.
Flapjack
We don't want to die.
Lone Ranger
What are you going to do?
Drift
To us.
Lone Ranger
Take you to the sheriff. Free an inn.
Narrator
It was several hours later when the District attorney, weary of questioning Flapjack and Tottle, turned to the sheriff.
Foxy
Take em back to their cells. These fellows can't be telling the truth. It's against all the laws of evidence and nature.
Lone Ranger
They have convinced me that there's more.
Foxy
To the case than we realize.
Narrator
What do you want me to do?
Foxy
Lock em up. That's all you can do.
Narrator
Come on, fellas.
Foxy
Somebody's coming. In the back way, by the tunnel.
Narrator
That's Mosshorn. And we thought he was dead.
Lone Ranger
Why?
Foxy
And there's the masked man we thought never lived.
Flapjack
Morthorn, Is it really you?
Mosshorn
It sure is, pardner.
Flapjack
What's that under your arm?
Mosshorn
That's my wallpaper. That's worth a million dollars. And half of it's yours. That's what all this trouble was about, Sheriff.
Lone Ranger
You'll find two prisoners tied to horses in the alley. Come on, Totto.
Narrator
Hold on. You can't go yet. I got questions to ask.
Lone Ranger
Boss Horn will explain, Sheriff.
Narrator
But you're the one.
Mosshorn
He's all right, Sheriff.
Narrator
For all I know, both he and the Indian are crooks.
Flapjack
You can forget that angle, Sheriff. The Indian told me who the masked man is.
Narrator
Who is he? Speak out, Flapjack. If I am to bring him back.
Flapjack
I gotta get going. You don't have to bring him back, Sheriff. He's the Lone Ranger.
Lone Ranger
I'll do it.
Narrator
This is a feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated, created by George W. Trendle, produced by Trendle Campbell Enterprises, directed by Charles D. Livingston and edited by Fran Striker. The part of the Lone Ranger is played by Brace Beame.
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Podcast Summary: Old Time Radio Westerns – "The Million Dollar Wallpaper | The Lone Ranger"
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In this captivating episode of the Old Time Radio Westerns, host Andrew Rines transports listeners to the rugged landscapes of the American West through the classic radio drama "The Million Dollar Wallpaper" featuring the legendary hero, the Lone Ranger. This episode, originally aired on April 17, 1950, has been meticulously restored to enhance its audio quality, bringing renewed life to timeless tales of justice and adventure.
The episode opens with the Lone Ranger and his faithful companion, Tonto, riding into the mining town of Starville after a mission in Apache Indian country. As they seek a place to camp, they encounter two elderly prospectors, Mosshorn and Flapjack, engaged in a heated duel with outdated cap and ball revolvers.
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Lone Ranger intervenes, urging Mosshorn and Flapjack to cease their conflict, revealing that their feud stems from misunderstandings and lies about past betrayals. The Lone Ranger successfully mediates, restoring peace between the two men and gains valuable information about the nearest water source.
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As Mosshorn generously offers to fill the Lone Ranger's canteens with spring water, two cunning swindlers, Silk and Foxy, emerge with ulterior motives. They plan to exploit Mosshorn's unique wallpaper—hundreds of green and gold stock certificates pasted over the cabin walls—to gain control of the valuable Red Gap Mining Company.
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Under the guise of cooperation, Silk and Foxy forcibly seize Mosshorn, stripping his cabin and stealing the stock certificates. In a dramatic turn, Mosshorn appears to be killed under suspicious circumstances, leading Sheriff Matt Brady to suspect Flapjack of murder. However, the plot thickens as Mosshorn reappears alive, revealing himself as the Lone Ranger in disguise.
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Sheriff Brady interrogates Flapjack, who vehemently denies involvement in Mosshorn's apparent murder. Concurrently, Tonto uncovers critical evidence at the scene, including bare feet prints and tracks leading away from the cabin. The Lone Ranger investigates the Red Gap Mine, uncovering the true motives of Silk and Foxy.
In a climactic confrontation within the mine, the Lone Ranger exposes the deceit of the swindlers. Mosshorn, still alive, discloses that the stolen wallpaper holds immense value, effectively turning the swindlers’ plan into a scheme for control rather than mere theft.
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The episode concludes with the swindlers' plans unraveling as the Lone Ranger and Tonto ensure justice is served. Mosshorn's clever disguise and strategic intervention highlight the enduring theme of truth triumphing over deceit. The restored audio quality immerses listeners in the suspenseful and enriching narrative, celebrating the legacy of the Lone Ranger as a beacon of justice in the Wild West.
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Andrew Rines wraps up the episode by inviting listeners to engage with the podcast community through various platforms, encouraging ratings, subscriptions, and participation in exclusive content offerings.
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Enhanced Audio Experience: Thanks to the meticulous digital restoration by Old Time Radio Westerns, listeners are treated to rich soundscapes—from the creak of a saloon door to the crack of gunfire—enhancing the immersive experience of this classic Western drama.
Final Thoughts: "The Million Dollar Wallpaper" stands as a testament to the timeless allure of Western radio dramas. Through engaging storytelling, memorable characters, and high-quality audio restoration, this episode continues to captivate both long-time fans and new listeners alike, celebrating the rich heritage of the Lone Ranger and the golden age of radio Westerns.