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When the factories first began to send

Their pall of smoke over the cities,

And farmlands in the east offered only the barest living.

Americans turned their faces toward the west.

They poured into the new territories by thousands.

Bringing their household goods,

Fording the mighty rivers and climbing the mountains.

Fighting Indians and outlaws. Praying, toiling, dying.

It was a hard land, a hostile land.

Only the strong survived. A new American breed, the pioneer.

In this forge, upon this anvil, was hammered out a man who became a legend.

A man who hated thievery and oppression.

His face masked, his true name unknown,

He thundered across the West upon a silver white stallion.

Appearing out of nowhere to strike down injustice or outlawry,

And then vanishing as mysteriously as he came.

His sign was a silver bullet. His name was, The Lone Ranger.

Tonto, boundary markers.

That's Indian reservation Kemosabe. Taboo for white man.

We can't go any further. Come on.

Out of the frying pan and into the fire.

Don't worry about this mask, it's on the side of the law.

Sure. Anyway, you won't get much.

All I got is one small herd, and them Redskins sure cut it up. You catch up with them?

Them go onto reservation, we not able to follow.

Like every time. Does this happen often?

Mister they come across that boundary line,

Soon as they run out of meat. Only this time I saw 'em.

But they saw me too.

Kemosabe, you notice something strange about Indians?

Yes Tonto, they all had saddles.

Why not, they do enough stealing around here

If you excuse the word.

Wouldn't want to insult a couple of fellows that just saved my life.

Well, I told you I'm not a bandit.

But if you'd like to be grateful, you won't talk about seeing us.

We'd appreciate that.

Easiest thing I do is keep my mouth shut.

Good.

You can use my horse. Give me a hand with the saddle.

Excuse me, Mister. You better take cover for the next

Couple of days. We got a sheriff that's out of his means.

Why only for the next few days?

Well, some real high muckity mucks coming out this way.

Might make Sheriff Kimberly sort of edgy.

How high?

Governor of this territory, that's how high.

Coming to visit the Kilgore Ranch,

And that's a special place for you to keep clear of.

You wouldn't like the climate.

Thanks.

Mighty nice to see you Governor. I'm Reese Kilgore.

Delighted Mr. Kilgore. Hope you had no trouble on the road.

Were we really in danger from Indians, Mister Kilgore?

My secretary Mr Clive, thinks you warned us about that, just to put spice into the journey.

Well, you're safe Governor, and that's all that matters.

Thank you, thank you very much.

Governor, may I present Mr Abernathy, President of the Bank of Persada.

Your excellency.

Delighted, sir.

This is Reverend Purty, Mr. Beecham, Doctor Bailey,

Joe Brach, Bob Benson. This is our Sheriff Kimberly.

You carry a name highly respected out here, Sheriff!

Thank you, Governor.

John Mollow, Bureau of Indian Affairs.

We must have a talk soon. Excuse me, Governor.

Here's a man you have to meet! Chip Walker,

First white man to step foot in the territory.

Well, I'm delighted. Proud to meet you Sir.

I expected to find you a much older man, Mr. Kilgore.

Oh, why?

I don't know. I suppose because of your position in these parts,

Your wealth, influence.

Well, out here Governor, you have to get a pretty fast start.

You see in these parts, your chances of growing old may not always be too good.

Governor, allow me to present Mrs. Kilgore.

Governor, it's a real pleasure.

And my daughter Lyla, a real westerner.

Born here, and raised here, and able to prove it.

How do you do Ms Lyla. How do you do.

All right ladies and gentlemen, here he is.

The man who's doing the most to make this territory a state in the union.

Our territorial Governor!

Yay!

Governor!

When Mr. Kilgore graciously invited me to his ranch for some hunting,

I gladly accepted the opportunity

To renew my acquaintance, with this great territory of ours.

I know we have certain problems.

Once again, Indians and white men are watching each other over their gun sites.

We must put an end to that.

We must establish reason, justice, and peace.

Because only then, can I stand before the congress in Washington,

And say what I say to you now. This territory must and shall become a state.

I continue to presell for statehood along with the others

Governor, but it's only because I don't want to discourage them.

Frankly, I just can't see our being granted statehood.

Not for so long as Indian troubles keep us looking like a raw frontier.

Mr. Kilgore, we have a denial from Mr. Muller, the Indian agent.

What does Muller know about it?

Redhawk's young men come climbing down

Off that reservation, any night they please.

They steal calves, broncos, anything they can lay their hands on.

Is there any evidence to prove these charges?

Well Mr. Clive, when a man finds one of his best calves butchered out on the range,

And the best parts have been cut away and only moccasin tracks around it, that's evidence.

Governor, the reservation is too close to town.

Up to now, they've only killed our cattle.

But what if they start in on us again?

These people can't see why they can't

Move these Indians further north, to another reservation.

Mr. Kilgore, we've signed a peace treaty with them.

They've broken it, Governor.

Come in Cassidy. Governor, this is my foreman, Cassidy.

Good evening.

Found mountain lion tracks over at Cottonwood Springs.

Fresh trail? About an hour old.

Well, there you are sir,

Didn't I promise you some good hunting? We've got a big cat.

I want to go too!

No, Lyla. Reese, you wouldn't let her go.

Well, it, it's just that she's such a little girl.

We'll start before daybreak.

Not this time, little bitty. In a year or two, maybe.

I brought Mrs. Kilgore here, out from the East.

She still hasn't quite been able to get used to us.

You see back east you wouldn't be wearing pants,

You'd learn to curtsy and to embroider.

You'd no more think of letting the sun touch your face,

Than you'd handle the business end of a branding iron.

I'm gonna brand a calf this roundup.

You are, huh? I've got a big outfit here, Governor.

You've only seen a corner of it.

And this is the youngster, who someday is gonna be able to run it.

I'm raising her to be equal of the job.

Did you have to humiliate me before the Governor?

Go to bed.

I know how bitter you are about me, how disappointed.

But, why can't we try to make the best of it?

I'm doing that.

Are you? Staring for hours every evening at a mountain you can't have.

Bringing up Lyla the way you do.

Will you please go to bed?

Reese, you can't make a boy of her.

It may be what you wanted, but it's not what we have.

I think I know what I'm doing.

And so do I.

Now look, it isn't our fault you're unhappy here.

Lots of people are happy. You just don't fit.

You hate the smell of animals, the smell of leather,

The wind, the Indians, everything you see.

Talk about being afraid.

What aren't you afraid of? You make me afraid.

Oh, no. You brought it out here with you,

Under a pretty face and a lot of airs.

And you want a hand in raising the only child we could have.

Could you put a coal on its feet, if it fell down?

You couldn't even outsmart a digger Indian.

Well, I'm training her to handle what I leave her.

And I'm telling you for the last time, not to interfere.

Hi. It's time I told you.

My coming out here to go hunting is purely a cover-up.

Sir?

I accepted Kilgore's invitation,

Because it would enable me to meet, that a certain man.

What man, when were these arrangements made?

Governor, I should handle these things for you. For your protection!

Keep your voice down. Clive, different problems

Require different measures. This region is a hotbed of trouble, and to think of form and.

But Governor, don't you realize it may be dangerous?

Nevertheless, I have my work to do.

Tomorrow morning, I'm going to slip off from the hunting party.

I want you to see to it that no one comes looking for me.

I must meet this man, Clive. And I must meet him on his own terms.

Yes, sir.

Good morning Padre. We are honored your excellency.

It is I who am honored. Has he arrived?

The sun is truly hot today, would you like to rest in our library?

What sort of person is he Padre,

You must know him well. Only you were able to arrange this.

We do not have a great many books,

But in a library, there is always something of interest.

I'm sorry, I expected to meet somebody else in here.

Nobody here but me.

Guess the Governor's mansion's a long way from Indian country.

You live out here Governor, you got to be able to read signs, fast and sure.

A silver bullet? Yep, that's my credentials.

The sign of the Lone Ranger?

That's right.

Why isn't he here?

Must we have all this mystery. I'm the Governor, I need his help.

Got to do your talking through me Governor. That's why I'm here.

Sit! Take a load off your spine. Like the fellow says, sometimes polishing your britches,

Gets your further than blistering your feet. Pretty good, eh?

I'm here because I felt the Ranger was the

Only man I could trust to give me a fair,

Impartial report on what's causing the trouble out here.

Looks like you had friends aplenty, when you come to the Kilgore range.

How's a politician to know who's telling him the truth?

May well be that Kilgore's solution is the only one possible.

Move Red Hawk and his people away from any contact with the ranchers,

Settle them on another reservations.

Just means breaking another promise to them Indians.

That ought to come easy by now.

I have a feeling there's more to

This situation than just friction between white and Indian.

Might be, Governor, this is a rich territory!

Rich for the white man, rich for Indian.

Sometimes a fellow forgets the goodies he has in his own pockets,

And does a little snooping into another fellows. Could be some of that going on.

Whatever it is, I cannot come before the Congress

And plead for statehood until it's cleared up. Tell that to the Ranger.

Yep, I'll tell him.

I must be able to show the Congress a territory

At peace with itself, ready to join the union. This territory isn't ready now.

Governor, you're as right as rain. Well, adios-y.

Looks like a fine horse. Very fine.

I'd like to buy him. Him belong to friend.

I'd pay a good price. My friend not sell him.

Money has been known to change a man's mind.

Him not like other horses.

One time him fight buffalo, kill buffalo.

But him hurt bad. Maybe die.

Kemosabe find him, not let him die. Long time now, them be friend.

Kemosabe?

That my friend. Indian word mean, trusty scout. Him name Silver.

Silver? The Lone Ranger's horse.

How are you Governor?

Well sir, I'm glad to see you.

I've been telling my troubles to that somewhat quaint friend of yours in there.

Huh, quaint friend It isn't what a man looks

Like on the outside, it's what he has in his heart!

Why, you're the old prospector!

That's right. But why?

Governor, I learned a long time ago,

It's wise to know a man before you place any trust in him.

But then you won't mind my asking a few questions?

Of course not. Let me tell you a brief story.

It's about my brother.

He was one of the finest men that ever lived.

We were rangers in the same company, he was a captain.

Then one day, we were ambushed by outlaws. Shot down like cattle in a pen.

Tonto happened along, found me with still a spark of life.

We've been riding together ever since.

But, why the mask?

Governor, outlaws live in a lonesome world.

A world of fear, fear of the mysterious.

I made this mask from my dead brother's clothing.

I've worked from behind it ever since.

I'll wear this mask, until justice has been dealt to the last murderer and outlaw.

I hope that answers your questions.

It does. Thank you! Goodbye sir.

Wait, when can I expect to hear from you?

When there's no longer any trouble around here,

Or when there's too much. I think you'd better get back to the ranch.

I'm sure Mr. Kilgore will be waiting for you.

Adios.

Greetings red brother.

Redhawk, you know that Tonto and I ride for justice.

For peace with honor between the white man and red.

I will not listen to anything but the truth.

We not steal cattle.

Arrows, found in cattle.

Indians have been seen riding horses with saddles.

Young braves not break treaty.

Your braves are angry, Red Hawk.

Perhaps they do these things, and their Chief does not know.

Them know how Red Hawk punish.

Better die quick, than be punished for break treaty.

Them angry because white man talk with two tongue.

Make treaty, promise not go on reservation.

Not go near Spirit Mountain. But he go!

Spirits of Indian God,

Rest on mountain. Them say, not come on mountain.

Not break sleep. If break sleep, all go in fire.

Why should the white man break this taboo?

A Ranchers wouldn't dishonor their treaty,

Just to go hunting. Have you seen them, Red Hawk?

Who saw them, if Indians cannot go close?

Him see in medicine.

Strong medicine tell.

If this medicine man can see who dares to ride on Spirit Mountain,

Let his magic tell us who raids the ranches.

Steals their horses and cattle. We wish to know these things.

We do not want war.

Red Hawk not understand white man way of peace.

Maybe better fight.

Maybe Red Hawk, him fight one last time.

Well, gents! It's the same thing as a year ago.

We need extra hands for the round-up and drive to Abilene.

Who likes Mr. Kilgore's money?

Lonnie Stewart?

Spanish Charlie?

This town must be gettin' deep!

I said I'm hiring for Reese Kilgore!

If any of you got a case against him or me, holler out and I'll hear it.

Looks like we ain't so popular, Cassidy.

They don't speak up, I'll pick the ones I want. Slim, I'll take you.

Larry, I'll need you on a chuckwagon.

Knuckles, I got a long memory. I'm working for the circle-o.

You can quit! Go tell him and get your bedroll! You, Buck Simpson!

I'll go.

Now that's what I like to hear.

Ramirez. You been wiped out by the Indians. How about a job?

I'll go.

You need a job that bad, I'll make you my deputy.

I can't ask my girl to marry me on deputy's pay.

It'll do, until you can get started again.

She's waited for me long enough.

Cassidy, you been having more brushes with the Indians than anybody else.

This time, drive your herd around the reservation, not across.

Are you loco?

Could be, but I'm wearing the star.

Well, pin it on your britches, you're bustin' out of em.

We drive across that reservation to save a hundred miles.

It's trespassing. That's sure what it's called.

The Congress of the United States granted those lands to the Indians.

The Bureau of Indian Affairs intends to see to it, that the grant is honored.

You stay just like you are, Sheriff. Honest, hard-working, and golden-pure.

Take that off me.

Whenever you get to feeling biggity,

Just remember it was our outfit that let you be elected.

That tin star you're wearing is for other folks, not us.

Freeze!

Huh, guess I got kind of excited!

Never did go for these fandangled six-shooters.

Always going off unexpectedly, yes sir.

Kinda makes a man nervous, especially an old man!

You men get your gear, and show up at the ranch pronto!

That's a girl. Now do the figure eight again.

Give em a hit. Alright.

Alright, alright, Lyla come here dear. That's wonderful, that's wonderful boy.

Let's give him a little breather now, huh. I think he's tired.

You raise em like boys, they'll be boys.

Well, things are in pretty good shape over there.

I still can't get over hat Indian agent and that tin badge,

Trying to tell me where to drive cattle.

Sheriff told you what to do. Do it.

You mean take them all way around the reservation?

Yes.

Well them cow's bones will be sticking through there hides.

Cassidy, It's only a few pounds of beef.

You know what you're suppose to pick up for me at Abilene.

You bring that back.

Then if you wanna risk an Indian arrow or a sheriff's bullet,

Take your pen and make your own orders.

Well you don't have to holler, so they can hear you over there.

Well then do as you told. You stay on this side of the reservation.

And remember, the only reason you're ram-rodding this drive,

Is to pick up that stuff for me at Abilene. Now get the cows on the trail, move em.

Let's go.

Ramirez, go get that crazy steer back into the herd!

Hey, that's Kilgore's stock. You better get your rope off for him.

I called him to give us a chance to talk, Ramirez.

You said to call on you, anytime I needed a favor.

You after somebody around here?

I'm after information.

I can't tell yet whether I'll find it here, or on the trail with the Kilgore herd.

Well, if there's any trouble, it'll be Cassidy who starts it.

When he ain't pulling somebody around, he ain't living.

That's why I want somebody watching him all the time.

Someone I can trust to tell me everything that happens on the drive.

Like what kind of thing?

Let's say anything unusual, like Indian ponies wearing saddles.

That's one of the reasons I want to stay in this area.

I want to find those Indians and have a talk with them.

Where will I meet you when I come back?

There's a cave above the road, about a mile South of town.

I know the place. I'll be there.

That Kimberly's spread is sure a punk and seed outfit,

While their Sheriff's old man don't have but a 100 head in the whole place.

Mix them in with ours. It's already been taken care of.

Keep your eye open for old man Kimberly.

Here's old man Kimberly now, he is sure scratching the wind.

Keep the cattle moving.

Hey you, where you going with them cattle?

Hey. Now hold on, hold on. You've got my cattle in that herd.

Well, it's the sheriff's old man. How are you, Kimberly?

Cut my cattle out of that herd, and get off my range.

Your cattle? Yes, my cattle.

Now why would we want to be taking your cattle?

We might wanna come this way again some time.

Why you lying rustler. There, some of my brand right there.

Hold it old man.

That crazy old coot, riding smack into the herd like that.

Well, that takes care of that.

Oh, no.

What happened, who started the shooting?

An Injun, didn't you see him? An Indian?

Yeah, he got away. Too bad about old Kimberly.

I don't think he believes me.

Blankets, three rifles, saddle.

And then there's this. Lucky Mr. Kilgore ordered by mail.

Gave me time to order. We don't get no call for it around here, no use for it.

We have. Potter keep the boys rounded up,

We're headed back as soon as we paint the town a bit.

Now you're talking, I've got enough red paint saved up in me,

To cover the town of Chicago!

Kilgore wants us and this stuff back in Presada right away.

All of us?

Those I don't need, I'll pay off.

How about Pete Ramirez?

Now, I don't mean to pry, but if there's something exciting

Going on down your way, I'd sure appreciate your.

Gee whistling, you tired of living? Don't you know what's under here?

Now what do we aim to do with that stuff?

If I told you fellows everything I know, you'd be as smart as I am.

You looking for me Ramirez?

Now that's the latest style in the catalog. You a married man?

Got a girl.

You get her that, and you'll be married.

She'll make you marry, just to have a chance to wear it.

How much? $2.00 even.

Keep your mouth shut about this.

Mm-hm.

Who is it? Me, open up.

That's strange. I don't see Ramirez.

Maybe him come by different road, Kemosabe.

It's possible, Tonto.

Kilgore must have been mighty anxious for news, to ride out to meet him.

Me have idea, Kemosabe. You stay, maybe Red members come,

Me ride to Presada, maybe learn many things.

Try to get there before Kilgore.

Be careful.

You know how Redskins are. They weren't satisfied

With starting the stampede that killed your father.

On the way back from Abilene, my boys found his house

And everything else burned to the ground.

Not a horse, not a cow anywhere.

What proof do you have they were Indians?

You wouldn't believe an Indian was bad,

If he scalped you. You'd say it was cooler that way.

Where is Pete Ramirez? Why isn't he telling me this? What's he hiding for?

Well Ramirez, isn't he the one who quit Madeline?

Yeah, coals, come to me and said he wanted to be paid off.

Pete was to be married. Well, that's it.

Mr. Kilgore, when the Bureau of Indian Affairs sent

Me out on this job, they gave me just one piece of advice.

They said to remember, it's the white man who does the pushing.

Only the White man has anything to gain.

How does that apply to me, Muller?

Well, I just thought I'd point out in case you'd missed it,

That most of the feeling against the Indians is being stirred

Up by the reports of your hired hands.

I'm gonna bust you one. Now, wait just a minute.

Now look here, I stand by my men.

When you accuse them, you're accusing me.

You and your men are a reckless, gun happy lot.

No, now let's talk about me Muller, about my problem.

Because now I'm beginning to see what it is.

You don't care what the Indians do. Highway ranchers suffer, you're for them!

Well there in the right I certainly,

And if you and Kimberly are closer than fleas on a dog.

I guess that explains why no posse of yours ever caught a single redskin!

We could never find enough evidence.

Sure, sure, I know. Well, I won't wonder about it anymore.

Alright Sheriff, if you can't protect this county, the ranchers will.

Look at that. There's plenty of gall for you. Now they even come into town wearing guns.

Throw him back on the reservation.

Hit him! Hey! Fight!

Get him Happy!

Go scout, go!

Stop it, Sam! Sam, what's a matter with ya?

Let's get rid of that murdering Indian.

String him up.

Get that Injun.

Get him up there!

String him up, boys! String him up!

String him up high!

You men quit! I wanna talk to ya!

Get that Indian lover out of here!

Put your head back, Indian. Ha ha ha!

Hyah!

That's it everybody. Quiet. Still half a pound of slugs in this thing.

You see who helped him to get away?

A masked man, a road agent, you're playing on the wrong side, Kimberly.

That's funny, coming from you. My side's the law.

That might of been the same Indian

Who was responsible for the death of your father!

I had that in mind, it's what kind of slowed me down.

Now maybe you betta slow down too, Mr. Kilgore,

You're burning with rope fever. You're a fool Kimberly.

We ain't arguin' that. I'm a peace officer.

And this badge says nobody, white or Indian, gets strung up

Unless a proper judge and jury says to.

Now you get on back to your ranch.

Ride the whole gang of ya.

So help me, I won't give any of you time to draw.

How's your throat, Tonto?

It feel better. But plenty close call, Kemosabe.

Too close, and Cassidy said Ramirez decided to stay around Abilene.

Him only say him ask for pay.

Couldn't of happened that way.

If Ramirez decided not to come back, he must've had a mighty strong reason.

Him not quit, Kemosabe. Him have girl here. Say him going to marry her.

I better ride to Abilene.

You go to Chief Red Hawk. Make that your headquarters, and do some scouting around.

Me do that, Kemo.

Tonto, keep out of trouble.

Troubles find Tonto, even when him not look for it.

Hey, think that's good Mister?

Hey, I know the fella that build the school you went to.

Name is, Ramirez. Pete Ramirez. Did you ever hear of em?

Uh-uh.

Don't talk much do ya? There was a Kilgore outfit up here a while ago.

This fellow Pete Ramirez, he was one of the cow punchers. Sure ya haven't seen him?

Uh-uh.

You're sure a gabby one. Well, thanks for the information!

Man sure gets tired feet. Still lookin' for him?

Yep.

Say I just recollected,

There was a shootin' down at the Drover's hotel along about that time and Phineas Trip.

He's a General Store man,

He says that he saw the corpus delecti with a Kilgore outfit.

Kilgore outfit. Uh-huh.

Thanks a lot, Marshall. Good day.

You sure you don't know him? Nice lookin' young feller.

Black, curly hair. Has a few head of cattle. Name is Pete. Pete Ramirez.

Ramirez? Sure, that was his name, now that you mention it. Buried in Boot Hill.

Why would anyone want to kill my young friend Pete? You sure it was him?

Sure I'm sure! Cassidy was checking over the supply,

And the cow-puncher come to the door, and Cassidy says to him,

You looking for me Ramirez?

Yeah, what happened then?

Nothing, he just looked at the stuff for a second.

Then he bought a hat for his girl, and he went out.

Looked at what for a second? Well, nothing.

What kinda nothing? What was this here Cassidy fella buying?

Supplies, I told you. Now I'm a busy man.

You said supplies in the stuff. What'd you mean by, the stuff?

That's between me and Mr. Kilgore.

Don't come in here, asking about personal questions of my customers.

Now go on and get out.

Mister, if a young fella bought a hat for his best girl

Don't you reckon he'd aim to go where she was.

I said get!

Alright, I'm gettin'! No use gettin' mad about it!

Keep a civil tongue in your head.

That's no way to talk to an old man. Hmph.

Don't shoot, please Mister.

There was an old prospector in your store today.

I didn't tell him anything, so help me.

Why not? Well, I, I don't know anything.

You don't know who killed Pete Ramirez?

No, I don't.

You sure?

I don't know who killed him.

Then what could you have told that old prospector, but didn't?

All right. About the dynamite.

Dynamite?

Yeah, he got it out of me.

If Cassidy sent you to find out if you could.

Tell him I never asked to handle the gon darn stuff.

Mr. Kilgore ordered it. Why can't he order things like that, right there in his own town?

Right there in Presada?

What's all the big secret about?

Tonto, those drums are summoning the tribes to war.

That plenty bad, Kemosabe. Ranchers talk war all time,

Indians make ready. Soon, wars start, and they fight, fight.

Not if we can stop them.

Spirit Mountain talk Kemosabe, say many die.

Spirit Mountain talk.

Medicine Man say Tonto here. You heard thunder, Tonto.

Sun shine right down, Kemosabe.

It must have been thunder. Medicine men may believe that mountains can speak.

But we know, wait a minute. Cassidy picked up dynamite in Abilene.

That make same noise, Kemosabe like thunder, but not thunder.

Why should he buy it in Abilene?

Why take the risk of transporting it all the way back?

Kilgore could've bought it in Presada.

Maybe Cassidy buy, Kilgore not know.

No, Kilgore signed the order. He wanted the purchase kept a secret.

So much of a secret, that Ramirez may have died for uncovering.

What do here? You go, white man!

Him friend of Indian.

No white man Indian friend. White man Indian fight!

There must be no more talk of fighting.

That true. Much talk make warrior weak.

Red Hawk talk all time, Angry Horse not talk.

Greetings Red Hawk.

You have called me friend many times.

Though my friend Red Hawk promised to keep the peace.

Until I can do certain things.

I must have time.

If I have that time, I promise there will be no fighting.

Angry Horse, him say make war, him say fight now.

Show white man Indian strong, can kill many.

Angry Horse wishes to be Chief of your tribe.

Many young braves him friends.

Red hawk old, sick.

But very wise.

Red Hawk knows what will happen to his people if war should come.

If war come, Red Hawk be Indian.

Not can be white man, not can be alone.

Redhawk be Indian, make strong fight.

Tonto, look.

What's going on here?

You don't need that gun, Sheriff. I'm sure this will explain.

Show em' Tonto.

So that's it.

This isn't the first time that white men had disguise

Themselves as Indians, to stir up trouble or to start a war.

Sure. Now I can see who they are.

Curly,

Idaho,

Pasko,

Skinner whose idea was it?

Yours, Cassidy, Kilgore?

They won't talk Sheriff. We've tried. But they're Kilgore men.

I went to Abilene and learned a few things. Ramirez didn't quit he was killed.

Pete Ramirez? I think if it was an Indian who

Started the stampede that killed your father, it was think kind of an Indian.

A Kilgore man.

What now, Sheriff?

I'm going to see Mr. Kilgore. You'll be gunned down.

I'll take that chance.

This is no time to throw away your badge, it's the time to wear it.

What good's a badge in this town?

Can I make up a posse and go after him?

He owns the town, and everybody in it!

Who'll be the prosecutor against Kilgore? Who would be the judge?

Who would be the jury?

And what do you aim to do with these buzzards? They'll be out of here by morning.

I'm going to keep them out of town, until we need them.

You can't go after personal revenge now, Sheriff.

There's an Indian war due to break at any moment.

And you say what to do of it.

We've got to expose Kilgore and Cassidy as troublemakers,

And place them behind bars.

That'll get us enough time to get evidence to convict them.

But we need a federal warrant, and a federal marshal to serve it.

Washington's a long way off. The Governor's much closer.

Just show him the silver bullet.

What if the fighting should cut loose while I'm gone?

The way things are now, it'll only take one shot to start him up.

I'll see that that shot isn't fired.

You just get to the Governor.

Somehow I'll keep the ranchers and Indians apart.

Good luck, Sheriff.

It's come at last. The Indians are gathering for war.

Pack some things for Lyla, I'm sending her away till this is over.

Reese. It isn't safe out there!

Well, that war is here.

If she's to go at all, now is the time.

Reese, anything can happen out on that road!

Well then, will you please pack her things?

Pack only her things?

You're not going. A woman's place is with her husband.

Why am I not going?

I think you wouldn't be on the outside for one minute,

Before you would be blabbing to everybody in creation

About certain things that have happened around here.

Just now, I don't think that would be so good for me.

And you also think, that this house is the more dangerous place.

Well, now I know exactly where I stand.

Now, you boys, remember the way I told you to go. Don't change anything.

Lyla, Lyla wait!

I want you to wear this. But mommy, that's your very best!

Oh baby!

Why do I have to go? Why can't I stay here, if there's gonna be excitement?

Because I know what's best for all of us. All right boys. Go ahead.

My baby. My babe. You!

You! That's my baby, my babe.

Tahalo!

Angry Horse!

It's spoken of everywhere. Red Hawk is a sick man.

And Angry Horse who wishes to become Chief, shows his strength by making war on children.

The birds talk of it. The animals in the forest laugh at Angry Horse.

Is Red Hawk so weak, that Angry Horse can do as he wishes?

Or is Angry Horse obeying Red Hawk's commands?

Red Hawk not like bring white child here.

Why do you keep her here? Let me take her away.

Red Hawk, no more tell what do.

Red Hawk old, no more fight. Angry Horse not old.

Better Angry Horse be Chief.

Always the young buffalo wishes to kill the old buffalo, and take his place.

And he does kill the old buffalo, because he has youth and strength.

Has he the wisdom to lead the herd? To keep it out of danger? I say Angry Horse

Has not the wisdom. He can not be the

Chief of a tribe that wishes to live in peace.

I will fight Angry Horse to prove he is not worthy.

This white child must belong to the winner.

A squaw can fight with weapons.

A Chief must be strong at heart.

And his hands. I do not need weapons to fight men who make war on children.

Help him! He must fight alone.

Red Hawk. Will you once again call me friend?

Gardy's shake you up until the Circle O. Oscar,

Joe Blanson's place. Dave, Bob, Brensen that takes care of the ranchers.

Potter, take four or five of the boys into town,

And knock on all the doors. Tell' em what's busted loose.

Right. No, not Conner. I want him and Gus to come with us.

Gus, but I thought we.

Don't ask questions. Resnor, you take the town.

Now let's get it straight, boys.

We all meet at Pilgrim's Crossing. We ride from there to the reservation together.

Nobody rides ahead. Now listen.

We can't go in there shooting the way I'd like to.

First, we've gotta find out what they've done with my little girl.

And if she's still alive, how to get her away from them.

And once that's settled, we do a job that's been put off too long.

That means wherever you see a redskin, pour it in. All right boys, ride.

They've gone by way of Spirit Mountain.

That's the long way around. They'll make it worth while.

I'm going to pick up some dynamite.

Oh my baby, my baby.

Where is everybody? We rode right in.

They took all the guns and rode away.

Oh darling. I thought you were.

Don't ever be afraid of him. He's my friend.

Lyla, he's an outlaw.

Not an outlaw, Mrs. Kilgore. Please believe your daughter. I am a friend.

Angry Horse wanted to kill me. But he wouldn't let him.

And then he made all the Indians promise not to fight, no matter what.

He'll have to fight. They've no choice.

My husband's men are gathering the ranchers right now,

To lead them to the reservation. Gathering where?

At Pilgrim Crossing.

Lyla, I know how brave you are. Are you too tired to go on being brave?

What do I have to do?

Mrs. Kilgore, if your husband makes that attack,

No ranch in this territory will be safe.

It's best if the both of you go to the mission church.

It's a long run, and not easy. Certainly not easy for you, Mrs. Kilgore.

I'll survive.

Oh, you just depend on me. If anything happens.

If anything happens, I'll protect you. And it's about time.

You hurry and pack your things.

I can't ask a wife to inform on her husband.

But if there's anything you can tell me,

Anything that'll help prevent this war, please let me know.

He doesn't deserve any loyalty, not from me or, or Lyla.

I can tell you this, he won't stop when he knows that she's safe.

His intentions right along were to exterminate the Indians, and he plans to do it now.

But why? I don't know.

Does he want their land?

That was only at first. He would sit for hours,

Looking off at Spirit Mountain. Thinking about the vast acres around it,

And it made him angry that, a thing within the reach of his eyes,

Should belong to someone else. To Indians.

You say that was only at first. What is it now?

The mountain. He wants to own Spirit Mountain.

But why does he need the dynamite.

He's blasting up there.

The Indians hear it, and think mountain the is talking.

Perhaps he's closing up the passages that he and Cassidy found.

If, if he plans to put cattle on that land, they,

They might wander into some of those old tunnels.

The ancient tunnels of Spirit Mountain.

I heard about them when I was a boy. The Indians don't trespass on Spirit Mountain.

But Reese and Cassidy do, and that's where they are right now.

Ranchers are doing just as we feared.

They're gathering now for a strike at the Indian village.

Now that plenty bad Kemosabe.

Kilgore has gone to Spirit Mountain for dynamite. I'm going after him, Tonto.

You take Mrs. Kilgore and her daughter to the Mission Church, then follow me.

Hurry it up. Everybody's at the crossing by now.

They better be, I'll remember any man who stays away.

We won't need them all anyways.

We got enough stuff here to blow up the whole territory.

Who's going to lead this crazy mule, that's what I want to know.

Anything happens, whoever's close to him don't stand a chance.

And it ain't gonna be me.

Get back to the ranch and pack your gear, you're fired.

You can't fire me, Kilgore.

I'm working for what's in there. And you try and fire me from that.

I'll lead em.

The next shot's for that box of dynamite! Now throw down your guns!

Who are you?

I said drop' em!

Power, through the town, get up there behind him.

I'm Reese Kilgore!

The Indians have taken my daughter!

Your daughter is safe, Kilgore.

She's in Red Hawk's village, and I'm

Using this dynamite to get her out of there.

Red Hawk let her go, she's at the mission church.

What are you, a renegade, a bandit?

What kind of man are you, siding with the Indians against his own people?

What's your grudge against me?

I'm taking you in for murder, Kilgore!

For the murder of Ramirez, and Sheriff Kimberly's father.

And now, go!

Let's get out of here!

Water. Water.

Everybody here? Yeah.

The only way we can get at em right now, is through that pass.

Alright, let's go through it.

They'll know before we reach em.

Now, look, if we're gonna let blood,

We gotta be prepared to smell it. Now let's go.

Hold it, Kilgore. This won't get your girl out of there alive.

Here's what we do.

Me and my boys sneak in there at night and look around.

Maybe we even get her free from em, and then we jump em in the dark.

You're not looking for a fight. I am.

Alright let's go.

How many men have Kilgore crossing?

Me not stop count but see many. Red Hawk not have many gun.

We don't want any gun play. There mustn't be a fight.

Tonto, pure silver.

Look like mountain all silver.

So that's why the mountain's taboo.

The legends were begun to keep people away. And that's what Kilgore found out.

Him be plenty rich man, if him own this.

He'd be a king in this territory, Tonto.

That's why he stands in the way of statehood.

This whole territory would become his doyard.

He would found a dynasty, a dynasty of silver.

But this belong to Indian.

And he has to get rid of them before he can seize it,

And that's just what he's trying to do.

Take him, Tonto. Good boy, Silver. This pack mule belongs to Kilgore.

What we do about Kilgore? Him have many men and many gun.

Here's something that can be worth more than a 100 men.

Well, it looks like we haven't got any choice.

Alright, we're gonna move in! Now don't miss.

Tonto! Keep the Indians back.

There he is.

That's no good. Cassidy, go up there and get him.

I'm no sheriff now, paid by Kilgore money. I'm a United States Marshall,

Appointed through the Governor's office.

Backed up by lieutenant Craley here, and his men.

And I'm telling you men, to get off this reservation.

You're violating a federal law.

You're trespassing.

And if a single Indian is killed, you'll all stand trial for murder.

They're holding my daughter in that village.

You're daughter is at the mission church. And I'll bet you know it.

We spoke to her Mr. Kilgore, to her and to your wife.

And what about my three men they killed, when they kidnapped Lyla.

That can be handled without resorting to war.

I think we know better out here, how to handle the Indians.

Are we going to stand for this outside interference? I say no.

You can't say anything Mr. Kilgore.

I'm carrying a federal warrant, for the arrest of you and Cassidy.

Arrest? Are you crazy?

Says both your names here.

The Governor figured you wouldn't believe it.

That's why he sent along...

Kimberly, you better not be making a mistake. This is Reese Kilgore.

Right. That's his gun hand, Cassidy.

And among the things they're charged with, there's the murder of Pete Ramirez.

Why you murdering, liar. You told me Ramirez quit.

You can scratch my name off that warrant.

I'm not responsible for the private feuds of men who happen to work for me.

Hold your fire. I want that man alive.

What about Kilgore? Kilgore is dead, and that's it.

First Ramirez, and now Kilgore. He'll pay.

None of these weeks of rest have done her good.

Hello.

You're looking very well.

You were so right to insist we stay here until the trial.

It's over Mrs. Kilgore. It wasn't much of a trial once Cassidy decided to talk.

Though talking didn't save his neck.

But, you told me I might have to testify.

Well, I figured this would be the best place for you.

Yes. The Padre has been so good to us.

Such lazy people who come to visit me. They do nothing but sleep and eat.

As for the little one,

She forget her fear and hatred of the Indian, and plays games again.

Where little one now, Padre?

Come, I show you.

As you predicted, there was a problem.

She had been trained by her father, to walk in his ways.

She had his strength, but she was learning to imitate his weaknesses.

And she's my little girl again.

We're not going East.

We're staying to manage the ranch. She loves it here.

And I'm going to learn to love it too.

And together, we'll make the Kilgore name a good one.

Wait!

But I wanted him to stay. I wanted to thank him.

When his work is finished, he rides away.

But I wanted to see his face. To ask his name.

You cannot see his face.

He will wear the mask, until there is no longer any need for it.

And his name is... The Lone Ranger.

Hi-ho, Silver! Away!

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