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Ask mom to get Betty Crocker Marble Cake Mix next time she goes to the store, will you? Oh, and tell her that Betty Crocker marble Cake is one of the most fun to bake, too. Trip Planner by Expedia. You were made to have strong opinions about sand. We were made to help you and your friends find a place on the beach with a pool and a marina and a waterfall and a soaking tube. Expedia Made to travel with his faithful Indian companion, Tonto, 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. The small wagon train lumbered slowly over the plains south of the red river. The wagon master's 10 year old son, Tommy Stockett, divided his time riding on the seat of first one, then another of the six wagons. Tommy's favorite wagon companion was old herkimer Freer, whose wagon was the last in the line. Gramps, as everybody called him, was a constant source of breathtaking stories about the far west that held Tommy enthralled for hours at a time. I'm telling you, son, there's some hombres out this way that don't give 2 cents for a man's life. No sir. Good golly. Sure as I'm sitting here driving this wagon, son. Jumping juniper. The other wagons have left us behind. They're clear out of sight over that rise ahead. I better get a move up. Ho ho ho. FR Listen. That noise. It's Houston and I hear in you. Uh huh. Hang on, Tommy. We're turning aside and heading for that grove over yonder in case the redskins come over that rise. Get up there. Get up. For some time, gramps and the boy waited inside the wagon back in the grove. Finally, the sound of the attack up ahead had diminished, then faded altogether. Quiet, Tommy. I hear horses. So do I, Gramps. I can see him through the trees. A few Indians and a man with a black mask on. Huh? I saw him too, Gramps. We better hurry now and catch up with the others. I bet they scared off those Indians. Maybe so, Tommy. Maybe so. Get up there. With a tightness in his throat and a trembling hand which he tried hard to conceal from the boy, Gramps turned the wagon and followed after the others. Tommy. Tommy, you stay here. I'll go see you. Well, just wait here. Soon Gramps walked back to the wagon and climbed up beside Tommy. For a moment, the boy's eyes scanned the old man's face eagerly. Then, as gramps put an arm around Tommy's shoulder and looked away, blinking, the youngster choked back his tears and spoke with rare, childish wisdom. I know. Bribes. They have gone, isn't it? Yes, Tommy, they're all gone. We're the only ones left. Just you and me. I love my sister. It was almost dusk, and Gramps and Tommy were not far from the town of Red bank when they heard hoofbeats coming behind them. Tommy turned and looked back. Then he tugged at the old man's sleeve fearfully. Gramps. Gramps. That masked man. He's coming with an Indian to get out. Hide in the back of the wagon. Quit, Tommy. It's too late. They've seen. They're right behind us now. Ho. Ho. Give me my gun. I'll fight him off. Son, you get down behind me. Hurry up, Graves. They're almost alongside. Damn it. Where's that ornery gun? I put it right under the seat. Quick shot. Help me find it. By thunder, when I get my hands on that gun of mine. Don't be frightened. We won't harm you. You don't frighten me, mister. I hadn't misplaced my gun, I'd have shot you full of holes by now. I found the gun, Branch. You don't need that gun. We saw you with all them Indians when you massacred all the folks we was with. Got you both covered now. And by Jim, I'll blast you for what you did. Wait. Our guns are hosted. We came as friends. You killed my dad and the others. Oh, no. That's not true, boy. We passed the scene of the massacre a while ago. We wondered why one wagon continued on without stopping. We got behind the others. When we heard the rumpus, we hid in the grove. Later, we saw a masked man ride by with several of the Indians coming from the scene. Masked man, eh? Now I understand why you suspect us. Did mas punter ride with white stallion like Lone Ranger? Nope. He was riding a big black horse. Wait, wait, wait. Hold on now. Do you say the Lone Ranger? Say, I've told Tommy stories about him. I once knew an army scout who used to come to St. Joe. Now and then he told me about that masked man. Golly rapes. You really think. Say, I. Are you the Lone Ranger, mister? That's right. Show me a silver bullet if you really are all right. Here. My thunder. Tommy, it is. It is. We. We don't have to be scared anymore. Oh, gosh, mister, I was awful scared. I thought you came to kill us. We're your friends. Tommy, I am sorry about your father, but I'm sure he'd want you to be brave. You will, won't you? Yeah, but the first thing we'll do is get you and Tommy settled, Gramps. We'll pitch a calf near town until we make better Arrangements. That night in town, a rough looking man entered the Red Bank Cafe. He stood for a moment looking around. Then with a nod of recognition, he walked to a nearby table where another man sat alone. Hi, Kirk. Where have you been? Chief Redfoot and his renegade spotted a small wagon train today. You weren't around, so I had to go with him alone. You know as well as I do our agreement with Red Foot is that we supply his renegades with plenty of fire water. For that he lets us go along in a wagon train. Arrays to take what valuables we need. That's right. I'm not gonna take the risks alone, Sandy. Risks? What about me? I went over to Stockton, to the range. We're getting more firewater for Redfoot. Well, you should have been back before this. The hombre I was supposed to see wasn't there yet. Get to town till last night. Well, how'd you make out on the raid today? Getting much? Yeah. There were only five wagons. I got about $500 from them. Along with a few watches and other stuff. Are you sure the pioneers were all dead? If one of them lived and told about seeing a white man with those, none of them survived. Don't worry. Here's something I found in the pocket of one of the pioneers. Gold locket the size of a half dollar. Let's trade it to the widow, run to store for some supplies. The other stuff we'll keep until we visit Stockton. Old Pop at the loan shop will buy all of it. All right. Stay at the hotel tonight and in the morning we'll get some supplies and head for Red Foot's camp. We'll stay nearby for a few days. Let's. The following morning, Tommy Stockett and old Gramps rode to town with Toto to get supplies. Tommy, who had ridden double with Gramps, was lifted from the horse by Tottle. We help you down, Connie? Nah. Thanks, Tono. Now we go to store. Good morning. Strangers in town, aren't you? Yep. Yep. Reckon we are, ma' am. Well, you had. Oh, yes, you're listening. Well, this won't take long to get together. What are you staring at, boy? Don't my face suit you? That locket. My mother had one like that. Yeah, she probably still has it. No, she died back in St. Jones. Dad always carries a locket with him in his pocket. You sure it look like same locket, Tommy. The one dad had opened up when you turned the little ring on top. Mom's picture was inside. Well, now I'll take it off and let you look at it. If you want to, son. Here, now you look it over. I just got it this morning. Thank you, ma' am. Golly. Look. This one opens the same way. By Jiminy. There's a picture inside too. It's Mom's picture. What? This is the locket dad had when the Indians. Quiet, son. Ma' Am, Whoever gave you that locket knows something about a wagon train massacre yesterday. We gotta find the man who brought it here. We'll continue our Lone Ranger adventure in just a moment. Packages by Expedia. You were made to be rechargeable. We were made to package flights, hotels and hammocks for less Expedia. Made to travel all over the country in every direction. How ya, how you doing? Is a question. And here's one the half happy people have to say. Okay, okay. That's the word up north. Just ask the champions. Up north, we know what Wheaties mean to guys like Sluggin Harvey Keane. We love to see him belt that ball and make the Fielders climb the wall. And Richie Ashburn. Yes indeed. He plays baseball at Wheaties speed. Just watch him flash from base to base. This boy could win in any race. Yes, sir. Harvey Keene and Richie Ashburn are long time Wheaties fans. Both of them know there's a whole kernel of wheat in every Wheaties flake. Wheaties breakfast of champions. Keep on eating your Wheaties and you'll be new. Now to continue. For a moment, Gramps, Tommy and Totto stood staring at the telltale locket. Then Tottle spoke to the lady's storekeeper. Ma' am tell us who bring locket to store. Why, it was a stranger. Never saw him before. Indian. Look, son, you just keep that locket. If that stranger comes in again, I'd recognize him. And I'll get word to the sheriff right away. No, no, that's not good. Sheriff not have proof. I tell you what, Tonneau. If the lady's willing, Tommy and I'll stay and help in the store a few days. We'll find a place where we can bunk at night. Why? I'll have room to put you and the boy up night. I could use some help right now anyway. That's a good idea. If the same man comes in, I'll send Tommy after you, Tano, while I keep tabs on him. That good me get supplies and go back to camp. Shortly after learning about the locket, Tonto returned to the camp where the Lone Ranger was waiting. Tottle told his masked friend what had happened at the store. The Lone Ranger spoke. We'll find a secluded place to camp on the edge of town, Toto. Then we'll be close in case the stranger returns the store. When we're settled, we'll let Gramps Freer know where the boy can find us. After Gramps and Tommy were notified where to locate the Lone Ranger and Toto, two days passed without incident. On the afternoon of the third day, Kirk and Sandy entered the store. Good afternoon. Good afternoon. You're the hombre who traded me a locket for some supplies the other day, aren't you? Uh huh. Thought you said you liked it so well you'd keep it away yourself. Well, I decided I wasn't the type to wear gold lockets, mister. That was a mighty nice looking locket, mister. The wi showed it to me. Will you? Oh, Gramps is here to help out in store. But I got to admit he doesn't take to it too well. Tommy. Tommy, you remember that message you were supposed to deliver to somebody? Well, you better get going. Proud of. Stop standing there staring, son. We gotta wait on these customers. Now you better go like Gramps told you. I'll go right away. Now, Gramps, we'll get the stuff these hombres are waiting for. Let's see you get the slab of bacon while I get the coffee. Right. Won't take us long, mister. Hey, Cook. Something funny going on? I begin to think so myself. We'll come back for the stuff. We just thought of something else we got to do in town. What, honey? They're leaving. And I don't think they'll be back either. I saw them whispering together. Yes, so did I. They must have got suspicious somehow. I'm going to follow him. You tell Tonto as soon as he gets here. I gotta hurry. My horse is ready at the hitching post out behind the storm. Hurriedly, Gramps went out and mounted his horse. He rode along behind the buildings to the end of town. Then he saw the two men in the distance and followed. Meanwhile, Tommy ran to the grove at the other end of town where the Lone Ranger and Tottle were camping and told about the men in the store. The Lone Ranger and Tottle rode along the back way to the store where they left Tommy. The widow met them at the back door and told them Gramps had gone to follow the two men. If you don't hear from us in an hour, Mrs. Miles, then tell the sheriff who we are and ask him to follow us with some men. We'll leave a clear trail. All right, let's go. Toto, Kirk and Sandy. The two Outlaws headed for a secluded valley where Chief Redfoot and his renegades were camped. As they rode, Sandy was saying, yeah, from up here on this hill and get a good view of the trail back of us. Hey, look back there, Kirk. See a cloud of dust along the trail? Yeah. There's some boulders up yonder. We'll stop behind them and find out who's coming. Get up there. Get up there. A short time later, Gramps rode up the same hill. And as he approached the boulders, a shot rang out. Ho, ho, ho. Close reach. A big quag. I'm reaching high as I can. Hey, Turk. The old man from the store. Oh, I see. All right, Grandpa, tell us why you're a foulness. Well, I just happened to be coming this way. Don't lie. What do you know about that locket? A locket? Oh, that was mighty pretty. Like I told you, let's take the old truth with us. Kirk. Redfoot will get the truth out of him. Good idea. Right on ahead of us, Grandpa. If you try anything funny, you'll get a bullet in your back. Get going. Get up. Get going. The Lone Ranger and Toto had followed Gramp's clear trail and had noticed where he had been joined by the two men. Then, after riding for some time, the masked man and Indian reached a point from which they could look into a valley where Indians were encamped. Indian camp Tunnel. I've used my binoculars. There are about 15 of them. Kimasabi. Yes. Maybe them same ones who attack wagon trains. Yes, I see. The two white men and Gramps and killing one of the wigwams. Chief. No. War bonnet is with them. Here you look. Tunnel. He must floppy it. Not good. Too brave. Take old man now. Tie him to post in front of Wigwam. We'll leave the horses here and go closer on foot. Come on. Toto and the Lone Ranger managed to move to the edge of the camp without detection. As the braves began a death dance. Toto spoke low. Then dance a while. Then them start shooting arrows at old fella. Them shoot close, but try not to kill for a long time. They have to be stopped some way. Toto, we've been gone more than an hour. The sheriff must be on his way now with some men. The widow kept her probably. Wilson went in. Not right. Get scout right back to meet them. Ah, tell. Shut up. Come quick. Suggested he divide his men so they'll be able to ride into the valley from each end. Hurry. Tto Ah, me hurry. Adios. Adios. For some time after Toto left the Dance continued, taking advantage of the Indian's attention to their prisoner. The Lone Range Ranger, crouching low, moved cautiously through the sage brush until he was behind Chief Redfoot's wigwam. Using his hunting knife, the masked man cut an opening and entered. Then he cautiously made his way to the wigwam entrance. One of the braves shot an arrow. The Lone Ranger saw the quivering arrow strike the post about an inch above Gramp's head. He knew that arrows to follow wouldn't miss the old man. And though the odds were greatly against him, the mask was man. One thought was to stop the Indians before it was too late. With drawn guns, he sprang forward and stood behind Chief Redfoot, saying, stop your graves or die. Who are they? Who are. Hey, look, Mask. He's got guns in the sheep's back hump day. Don't try it. At Redfoot's call, the Indians had stopped the dance and stood motionless for a moment. Then, with shouts, they suddenly spread out. The Lone Ranger knew that within a few seconds he'd be surrounded even if he shot the chief. So he quickly sprang back into the wigwam, out of sight and prepared to die fighting. At that moment, the Lone Ranger heard other sounds. Fast approaching hoops and a fusillade of shots. Moving quickly to the wigwam entrance, the masked man saw horsemen coming from either end of the valley. The Indians forgot him in their bound prisoner. As they turned to meet the new threat, the Lone Ranger saw Kurt running to his horse. I'll get him. You're not riding any place. Let me go out. You do what? I'll kill you. Try it. This will settle you. Oh. Shot opener. You all right, Kimasabi? Yes, Toto. I'll cut Gramps loose now. You're all right, Gramps. Oh, thanks, mister. I. I sure thought I was a goner. Thought you was, too, when you come leaping out of that wigwam like you did. Well, we got them all under control. Are those the white coyotes who led these savages on wagon raids? Yes. I'll now notify the troopers at the fort south of here. They'll take charge of the Indians. The two white men are killers, Sheriff. They'll be your prisoners. That one over there is wounded in the leg. Looks like the other one, the one that you just knocked out, hasn't come true yet. That was some punch you landed on his chin, mister. We'll fix him up and get him back to town. Good. By golly, mister, I knew when Tommy and I met you that things would turn out all right. Now that them ordinary killers are captured, we're going to stay on at the store. The widow wants to adopt Tommy and give me a job. That's fine, Graham. How do I ride double with you to the grove where Silver's waiting? I'll leave men to guard the Indians until the troopers come for him. Mr. He did a fine job. Thanks, Sheriff. So did you. He'll come his way again sometime. Adios. Goodbye. Get him up, Scout. We'll get those two outlaws to talk. And you, Chief, better tell what you know. It'll go plenty bad for you. Me talk men who wear masks. Plenty bad medicine. Me not want him come back. 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