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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.
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Fiery horse with the speed of light, the cloud of dust and the hearty high O Silver, the Lone Ranger. During the years of unrest that followed the Civil War, a powerful secret organization called the Legion of the Black Arrow sprang up in the western United States. Its members were to be found everywhere, defying the law or using the law for their own purposes, working toward the ultimate goal of revolt and the foundation of a despotic empire. It was the masked Rider of the Flames who led the fight against this band of outlaws and traitors. And for once, his great strength and courage, his daring and resourcefulness were taxed to the utmost in the cause of democracy. Return with us now to those thrilling days in the west with young. From out of the past come the thundering hoof beats of a great horse. Silver, the Lone Ranger rides again. Strong Silver on the tail of my ghetto. The Lone Ranger in Tonto circled Majorville and picked up the Oberlin Trail to the east of the town. Then, as they swept to the top of a rise, a strange sight met their eyes. At the side of the trail, a sorrel mustang reared. On his hind legs the figure of a man lay prostrate on the ground. It seemed that the horse turned outlaw was trying to kill his master. The masked man and the Indian urged Silver and scouts at the greatest speed. Master. Boy. Man's life is at stake. Get him up. Stout. No, Tuttle. Okay. Horse isn't trying to kill him. He's trying to get away. Tunnel key now. That's right. Give me a hand here. We're coming. All under those reins. All right, you can let go now. Get hold of his bridle. Thanks a lot. Steady there. Boy, Steady. Quiet down. You're all right now. They sure named him right when they called him Imp. You ever see such a temper? You have to expect it in these half breed mustangs from California. Well, what do you know? That's the first time anybody spotted where Imp came from. Just wait a minute. Your mask. You're a Pony Express rider, aren't you? I got a gun. Mister, you aren't going to get away with you. Lie still. That Lone Ranger. Lone Ranger? I beg your pardon. Masked man. I should have guessed it from that white stallion. What are you doing there? Slipping a rope over him. Snakes. Ground hit you, huh? No, I'll just make the other end fast to my saddle. Silver will make sure he behaves himself. Your mustang's thrown a shoe, that's what happened. What do you mean? He went down and I went over his head. But I managed to keep a hold of the reins. When I tried to stand up, I just couldn't. How about a ton of them? Ankle Nut broke it. Only sprained. Well, if that's all, will you lift me into the saddle? I can't let a sprained ankle make me late. Oh, that's all right. I just fell on it. It's a little sore. You let Tono see. No, no. There's nothing wrong with the arm. You aren't moving from where you are until Tono has a look at it. All right, it's Busket. But I don't need two arms. How far is it to your next station? Only about five miles. The Two Sister Ranch. Brad Wilson's place? Yeah. Either one of his daughters can fix up my horse. That suits me. As long as I don't keep Larry waiting for the mail. See if you can find the shoe the mustang lost. How to do that? I'll let you in the saddle, Johnny. Say, I know I don't weigh an awful lot, but you're carrying me like I was a tumbleweed. Teddy. Silver, up you go. Hang on to the pommel with your right hand. I got it. Ready, Silver? Yep, ready, Taddle. Here, stuff it in your saddlebag. I want to look at it. When we reach the wrench, you give Todd a rope. Neely. Damn. There you are. Come on, Silver. Get him up. At the Two Sister Ranch, Brad Wilson, his two daughters, June and Claire and Larry Dunn, who rode the next pony to the east, were waiting outside the ranch house. Larry's mustang was already saddled and the boy looked at his watch and smiled. He's late.
