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Howdy, folks. I am the Old Ranger,

with an exciting new story of real life in the Old West.

It took a big man to carve an empire out of the wilderness.

And Long John Warner was tall enough for his task.

His ranch covered the whole California Valley

that is now known as San Jose.

But in 1851, it suddenly became the...

Hold it. This is far enough.

All right, go!

[ yelling ]

[ horse neighing ]

[ horse neighing ]

[ sighs ]

All right, Garra, you clear out.

I'’ll get in touch with you as soon as I can.

I'’ll be waiting for you.

[ pots clashing ]

[ man groans ]

Muchachos, help me get him into the next room.

Come on. Careful.

[ panting ]Easy.

Get some water, quick.

[ sighs ] Easy.

[ sighing ]

Take it easy.

JOHN: Too much too soon.

[ panting ]

Where am I?

Among friends. This is the Warner Ranch.

Warner?

I'’m John Warner.

This is my wife, Anita.

[ sighs ] William Marshall.

What happened to you, Marshall?

Indians took me.

Indians?

Were you traveling alone? [ sighs ]

[ panting ] I was headed east.

Left my ship in San Diego.

While I was outrunnin'’ them...

[ gasping ]

saddle slipped.

Horse dragged me.

It must'’ve been Garra and some of his braves.

Garra?

JOHN: He'’s the chief of one of the tribes in the valley.

Claims his ranch was stolen from him.

Always stirring up trouble.

That'’s enough talk for now. What you need is rest.

[ chuckling ]

Hello, dear.

I'’ll be with you in a minute.

How'’s our patient today?

Why don'’t you go in and see for yourself?

Go on.

Mr. Marshall.Hello there, Mrs. Warner.

I didn'’t expect to see you up and about so soon.

Why, two days rest is like a month'’s vacation to a sailor, ma'’am.

Oh, I think you are much more than you appear, señor.

What do you mean?

Ooh, you seem so at home in a trading post.

A sailor does not know such things.

Well, this sailor does.

Before I went to sea, I worked in my father'’s store in Providence.

Did you hear that, Juan?

Señor Marshall is a storekeeper.

Do you suppose that we could...Hire him?

Already have.

He'’s gonna run the trading post for us.

Oh, Juan. You'’ve needed help here so badly.

Señor Marshall, you don'’t know how happy that makes me.

Well, I'’m right glad that you are, ma'’am.

Well, we better get home to dinner, my dear.

Won'’t you join us, Señor Marshall?Sure, why not?

Well, I-I'’d like to. Really would,

but I want to stay here and get everything shipshape.

No, no, Chief Garra.

You'’ve got to wait until I find where Warner keeps his gold.

Now, that was our deal.

When you think you find?

Well, I don'’t know. But, not long, I hope.

But he may have hidden it anywhere in his 44,000 acres.

My braves grow restless.

They are eager to get back their sacred hot springs.

And you will get it, I promise you.

Together, with all of Warner'’s cattle for good interest.

There will be no attacks until I give the word.

Besides, you wouldn'’t have a chance

until those vaqueros are away on the round up.

When they go?

Week or two, I understand.

All right. I wait that long.

No more.

Ho.

Oh, Mr. Marshall.Hello, ma'’am.

Come in.Hello, Will.

Mr. Warner.

Uncle Will, Uncle Will!

Well, just a minute here.

And how'’s my pirate crew tonight?

Fine, Uncle Will. Are you gonna tell us another pirate story?

ANITA: Not now, Jonathan.

I don'’t want my niñitosto dream

of walking the plank again tonight.

We'’ll tell stories tomorrow, matey.

Can I be a pirate too, Uncle Will?

You sure can, matey.

You'’ll be the most fiercest pirate of the lot.

[ laughing ]

Come on, children, time for bed.

Goodnight, Uncle Will. Goodnight, Daddy.

Goodnight.

I, uh-- I brought some supplies Mrs. Warner needed.

Oh, thanks, Will. How are things at the trading post?

Well, we had a big day today.

Wagon train came through on its way to Los Angeles,

just about bought me out.Well.

Over 500 in gold here, sir.

Too much to keep at the post.

Will, you'’re doing a fine job.

I'’m glad I've got someone I could trust.

Well, I was just trying to pay you back,

the only way I know how for all you'’ve done for me.

Modest too. I like that.

[ coins rustling ]

Your bonus, Will.

Bonus?

Five percent of the take from now on.

I-I don'’t know what to say.

Well, I'’m the one that should say it. Thanks.

Put it with yours, sir, for safekeeping.

If you'’d like.

Maybe it'’ll bring me some of your luck.

[ laughs ] We'’ll settle accounts at the end of each week.

It sure is generous of you, Mr. Warner.

Oh, excuse me, Will. I want to put this away.

Yes, of course.

Oh, what do you want?

Come from Chief Garra.

Well, what does he want?

Garra wait no more. Him say too many moons pass.

Want fight Juan Largo now.

You tell your Chief Garra he'’s got to wait till I find Warner'’s gold.

Understand?

[ grunt ]

And then they swarmed over the side of the ship

and grabbed the captain and his crew and made them walk the plank.

And then they took all the gold and divided it up.

What'’s that?

Pieces of eight, matey.

And I'’m going to divide them among my pirate crew right now.

Gee, thanks, Uncle Will.

Now, we'’ve got to find a safe place to hide our treasure

so we each know where it is.

I could put them under my pillow.

We could hide it with my dolly.

That'’s not so good.

Why don'’t we put it where your father keeps his gold?

Yeah, let'’s! It'll be safe there, I guess.

Where does he keep it?

I don'’t know. Do you, sis?

I don'’t know.

Well, now one of us must find out.

And the one who learns first, will be the new pirate captain.

But remember, this is our big secret.

No one must find out, not even your father.

Now that'’s a pirate's oath.

A pirate'’s oath.

A pirate'’s oath.

Goodnight, Mama.Goodnight, darling.

[ smooches ] Goodnight, Mama. Goodnight.

Sweet dreams, my darlings.

Mama.Yes, dear?

Where does daddy hide his gold?

Hide it? I'’ve never known you to ask such a question, Juanito.

Oh, I just wanted to know.

Why, I have never known you to talk or even think of money before.

It'’s a big secret.

We'’ve never kept anything from one another, Juanito.

Don'’t you trust me?

But I promised, Mama.

Promised whom?

Uncle Will.

What did you promise?

Promised we wouldn'’t tell da-- [ gasps ]

Juan?Yes, dear.

We have a thief in our house!What?

William Marshall. He'’s going to rob you.

Oh, no, querida. You are wrong.

Will'’s had plenty of chances to rob me at the post.

He'’s a good man.

Then why does he ask our children

to find out where you keep your money and tell him?

They told you this?

Yes.

Well, you know how little ones are, Anita,

full of imagination.

I trust Will completely.

Sometimes one can be too trusting, Juan.

Oh, I wouldn'’t be worth much without trust and faith, querida.

[sighs] Nevertheless, I feel this man means great harm to us.

You'’ve been listening to too many of Will'’s pirate stories.

Jonathan?I fell asleep, Mama.

I was just thinkin'’ about being a pirate captain.

Maybe I can help you play your game with uncle Will.

I'’ll tell you where Daddy keeps his treasure.

You will, Mama? Honest?

Down in the wine cellar there'’s an old Spanish chest.

Spanish chest.

Daddy keeps his money there.

You be sure and tell that to your uncle Will,

but don'’t you tell him how you found out.

I won'’t.

Here it is!

It sure is.

There'’s our treasure chest,

just like you said.

Good work, me hearties.

Looks like a real treasure chest, too.

[ Will exhales ]

WILL: So it is.

All the gold of the Seven Seas.

Am I a pirate captain now?

You sure are.

Am I a pirate captain now?

Will: You'’re a pirate captain, too.

But don'’t forget, we won'’t tell anyone about this.

This is our big secret.

Now, get on back up to your room

'’cause I've got to get back to the trading post.

Maria? Maria?

Señora?

I must ride after Señor Warner.

He'’s gone to the roundup.

Take care of the children.

Juan?

Juan?

Oh, Juan, thank heaven I found you.

Anita, what'’s wrong?

Señor Marshall--

he is after your money.

Are you sure?

I set a trap for him,

and he gave himself away.

He thinks he knows where your money is.

The minute he found out, he rode down the trail toward Garra'’s camp.

You think he and Garra?

Oh, yes! I'’m sure of it!

Oh, Juan, you'’ve got to believe me.

Julio, ride with the vaqueros.

Bring back every man you can find.

[ speaks Spanish ]

Let'’s get back to the ranch.

Juan, won'’t you please come with us?

No, querida, my place is here.

I must defend our home if there is trouble.

I'’ll feel much better if you and the children are safe in San Diego.

But I am afraid for you.

Perhaps we'’re being excited about nothing.

I still can'’t believe that Marshall is anything but a friend.

Well, I pray that I am wrong about him, but I--

Take care of your mama, Juanito.

Sweetie.

[ speaks Spanish ]

[ chanting ]

You find gold?

Much gold.

It is time to strike.

We strike at sunrise.

All the vaqueros are away on the roundup.

Only a few men are at the ranch.

They will be easy.[ mutters ]

I wait long time to kill Juan Largo.

Leave Warner to me. You worry about the others.

Send scouts to watch the vaqueros

and all the trails leading to the ranch.

It will be done.

[ chanting continuing ]

[ horse whinnies ]

[ knock on door ]

Come in.

Morning, Marshall.Morning.

What brings you around so early?

I wanted you to go over this list.

I got an order from San Diego.

Sure.

Pour yourself a cup of coffee.

I think I'’ll pass. I'’ve had three mugs already.

Marshall, why don'’t you sit down?

Expecting someone?

Why, no. Why do you ask?

My wife said that last night,

instead of riding toward the trading post,

you took the trail to Garra'’s camp.

Well, sure, I took the trail for a ways.

I'’ve been curious to see

those hot springs of yours I heard so much about.

Marshall, I hope you'’re tellin' the truth.

Any reason to think I ain'’t?

Nothing positive.

Anita has the idea that you'’re here for some reason

other than workin'’ for us.

And, uh, what'’s your idea?

That she'’s right.

[ chuckles ]

Not so easy to fool a woman, is it?

Ahh!

[ groans ]

Back against that wall.

Sorry this had to happen, Marshall. I liked you--

[ Native Americans screaming ]

[ screaming continues ] [ gunshots ]

[ gunshots ]

[ groans ]

[ gunfire continuing ]

Señor, it is not good.

[ speaks Spanish ]

No, Marco!

[ speaks Spanish ]

[ horse whinnying ]

Juan Largo, look. Vaqueros!

[ cowboys screaming ]

Yah! Whoa!

No, no, no kill!

[ speaks Spanish ]No kill.

[ speaks Spanish ]

Garra, I'’m sorry it had to come to this.

But it was your own choosing, not mine.

After William Marshall and Chief Garra

paid the penalty for their crimes,

peace once more settled over the beautiful valley of San Jose.

The ranch, now a popular resort,

still stands as a living monument

to the pioneering of Long John Warner.