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Andrew Rines (1:10)
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.
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Hi O Silver. How are you? A fiery horse with the speed of light, a cloud of dust and a hearty hi yo Silver the Lone Ranger.
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With his faithful Indian companion, Tonto, the masked Rider of the Plains fought crime and criminals throughout the western United States. Whenever men gathered around frontier campfires, stories were told of his adventures. And these stories have come down to us through the generations. Courageous, resourceful and daring, he was the greatest champion of justice the west ever knew. Return with us now to those thrilling days of yesteryear. From out of the pass come the thundering hoop beats of the great horse. Silver, the Lone Ranger rides again. Come on, Silver. We're heading for Plainsville. There's going to be trouble. For several years after he had been founded, Plainsville lived a peaceful existence. Those who traded there were farmers, not cattlemen. Men and women of quiet industry. But time passed. And with it, times changed. Until one day, these people awakened to the fact that the railroad, slowly crawling westward, had extended its twin rails of steel to within a few miles of their community. And the railroad brought not only progress, but violence. $100. I won't sell for that. The railroad's got to go through. It's got to have the right of way. $100. This ain't enough. My place is. Take it, mister. We'll run you clean out of the country. 50 for the whole shebang. No. You figure you're bigger than a railroad, ma'am? It's robbery, but it's all you get. Take it or wish you had. I won't sell for no such price and you can't make me. Get off my place. Get off before you get this buckshot on the seat of your britches. Farmers. So far we've gone easy with you. But the railroad's gonna go through spite of every sod buster in the county. And don't forget it. The railroad, powerful rich, employing thousands of men, desired to seize the land it needed for its right of way at prices scarcely representing a fraction of the land's true value. The homesteaders were unorganized, unused to violence, lacking a leader, until. Fellas. Hey, fellas. I got news. Listen to this. You recollect old Matt Crawley there was the toughest two fisted hombre ever was in these parts. I seen him wrestle with a bear the day he was 70 year old. He's with a cousin of them railroaders to one. And he had a head on him too. If he was alive, we wouldn't be in this fake. Fellas. Old Matt's gone. But Young Matt H. Young Matt? Who's he? Young Matt's grandson. He's come to town by stage tomorrow. And if he's half the man his grandpap was, we got us a fella to tie to. Old Matt was a curly wolf. Friends. I'm betting the young. More gravy, Pa? No gravy, Judy. Hear the news? When you went town today? The. The railroad they tried to make you sell again? Nope. Young Matt Crawley, Old Matt's grandson. They say he's coming to town tomorrow. Ever tell you Old Matt lived neighbors to this place once? Yes siree. Him and me was right good friends too. And you never seen his beat. Lived to be almost 90 and would have fought at the drop of a hat right up to the day he dies. You knew Young Matt? His grandson too, Pop. Never laid eyes on him. He Was born raised back east. But I can tell you this. If he's a Crowley, he's a fighter daughter. With him to call the tomb, we'll lick that railroad. All hollow boys are ready, Mr. Boyle. If we're going to get to town by the time that stage pulls in, we better be hustling. We'll make it. Hugger. Just a word before we start. Our boys. Yeah. From what I've heard, these farmers are saying this crawly gin is something special. Agents around here kind of look for him to cause us trouble. Say the word boss, and we'll give him a going over that'll make him wish he stayed to home. He won't. That's just what I'm getting at. Ain't I want of you to make a break till I've had a chance to look him over. Savvy that? I aim to size a critter up and see what he amounts to. All right. You give the orders, we'll follow him. That's all then. Let's go. Get up there. Get up there. Get up. The expected arrival of young Matt Crowley had brought far more than the usual quota of visitors to town. Many homesteaders gathered around the stagecoach office. But swaggering railroaders from the construction camp made their appearance in almost equal numbers. Among the strangers in Plainsville that day, suspected by no one, was the Lone Ranger in disguise. He stopped a townsman on the main street and isn't the stage lay. Hey, isn't the stage late? Oh, the stage. Shucks, it'll be along right soon. You come to have a look at young Crowley too, stranger? Yes. You ain't a railroader, are you? I'm not. Didn't think he was. You ain't got the look of one of them skunks consign pirates steal us blind. They'd like to. I've heard that, stranger. You'll have to excuse me. There's a stage now and I'm to be right up front. Jim. Hi, Jim. Wait for me. Let me through. Let me through. That tell you let me do what he looks like. Old man was 6 foot 6. I'll bet you a young matt's a whopper. I think you heard of the trouble and come here on account of it. Maybe so. Watch out. Make way for the horses. Hi there. You got a fella named probably a board driver. Come on, cutie. I'll get you where you can see. Excuse your poke. I never thought there'd be such a crowd. Is that him there sitting next to the door? That half Pint and wearing glasses. Arch. No look for a big fellow with. Here you are, mister. Six feet tall. Mrs. Painsville. Thank you. Well, I'll be. It is him. No. Hey, hey. Whereats young man? He come. This here's him, folks. You're looking right at him. You're local. The Crowley's is all big umbre. Why, he ain't big enough to lift his waiting butterflies. Please, I. I'm Matt Crowley. I. I don't understand. We was looking for a fighter, see? He won't be no use. Lucky old man ain't alive to see what his grandson turned out to be. Come on, let's clear out. We're stung again. Well, I guess that's it. Judy. Come on. I guess we was counting our chickens before they was hatched. Maybe next time. I think you've all acted hateful. Oh, Mr. Crowley. Yes? Don't let what they said bother you. It wasn't fair. They had no right. I don't see. I don't understand this crowd. I just came out to settle up my grandfather's estate. Of course. But you mustn't blame them too much. They were hoping. I still don't see. Maybe I'd better explain. Young fellow. I'm Fred Miller. Beauty here is my daughter. I got a farm east of town. You used to know your grandpa, right? Well, I'm glad to know you. There's been some trouble with the railroad hereabouts. Folks had an idea you being a Crowley, you'd pitch in and help them. Which is? Forget it. Railroad trouble? What's this about the railroad? You, Boyle. You ain't wanted here. Ain't nobody from the railroad welcoming Plainsville. So I've heard. You're Matt Crowley, eh? You're the hombre they said was going to make it tough for us. Well, if you're the best, they can scare up the folks around here in a mighty bad way. I don't know you. Why, I. None of your lip, young fell. Now you see here. Oh, it's trouble you're wanting, huh? Well, take off them glasses and I'll oblige you. Well, I didn't say I wanted trouble. All I said was, why you flannel mouth young pup. I'll lock your ears off. You're just looking for a fight, you. You're trying to bully him. You siding in with him, eh? Don't you dare start a fight. Careful, Judy. Yeah, you better listen to your pa. You young fella. You better wait till you're dry behind the ears before you set yourself up. Again growed men. Maybe you won't always have a female handy to do your fighting for you. That's enough, Map. No, I. I never had a fight in my life. But you can't stand there and talk to me like that. You'll do what this missed, young fella. That's the difference between you and me. You miss and I duck. Oh. Oh, you knocked him down. Boy. Boy, do something. Hit him. Show him. Judy. Julie. There's a dozen of his men there just waiting for a chance to start a ruckus. What can I do? Just make matters worse. Sure, run along. Both of you. Run along before mistake. Boyle, you're leaving. Who are you, stranger? Now don't. I'll handle this. You heard me, Boyle. Get going. Hey. Now, if you aren't going, you ask for it. Boys. Come here and leaping maverick. Stranger, you sure got a draw. Call us, boss. It's your play, Boyle. Make your move. Nothing. Just forget it. That's better. You heard me before. Get going. Right. But I got a memory, mister. This is something I won't be forgetting. You and me'll hook up again. I think we will. Thanks, stranger. Now, if you give me a hand with this young fellow. Take him home with me. He goes with me, Miller. He'll be safe. As I said before, I'm handling this. Believe me, both of you. I'm a stranger, but I'm on your side. Reviving Matt Crowley, the Lone Ranger led the bewildered young man to a grove of trees just outside town where the great stallion Silver had been concealed. Matt was persuaded to mount in spite of his protests, and an hour later they arrived at the small, well hidden camp where Tonto waited. Oh ho, Silver. Oh, fella. Oh, boy. Get down. Why did you bring me here? For several reasons. Who? Who? Him. Matt Crowley. Kimasabe. Matt, this is Toto, my friend. But you hadn't explained. But your grandfather's name is respected out here. He was a fighter and a leader. But wait, I. I heard everything that was said back there in town. I heard you state you'd come west merely to settle your grandfather's estate. But whether you like it or not, you're involved in something a great deal more important. I don't see how. If for no other reason, because you bear the name of Crowley. Well, what's that got to do with it? To the homesteaders in this district, it means or did mean one opportunity to make a successful fight to save their homes from the railroad. Nonsense. You think so? Well, the fact remains they need leadership. There's no One among them qualified for the part. But because your name is Crowley, they'd have followed you. You had measured up. They. They laughed at me. To hide their disappointment. It built a lot of hopes on your arrival, Matt. It was foolish of them. Perhaps men in their position are ready to grasp at anything. But what could I do? I'm not a Westerner. I don't know anything about fighting. I don't even know their quarrel. It's just this. The railroad is attempting to get their land for little or nothing. And will, if it's not prevented. I can scarcely sit a horse. You could learn. I can't shoot. I'll teach you. Most of the men out here would make two of me. You don't measure a man's courage or ability by his size. But you'll take a hand in this fight. I don't. I'll give you what help you'll need. Well? What do you say? It's impossible. You refuse? I know you mean well. I don't doubt that. These homesteaders are in the right. And that girl I met. I'd like to show her that I'm not the coward she must think me. But even so. This is your opportunity. If you turn it down to the horses. They followed us here. Scout, here's Silver. Lift with you. Hurry. Go on. Tyler, be ready. Get him up. Scout, get up. Come on, Silver. Silver, away. 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.
