Which outlaws or who was that masked man

Needing a new mount, the Lone Ranger recalls seeing a magnificent wild white stallion who lived in Wild Horse Valley, and decides to search for the horse while trailing Cavendish. They find the great mustang in a fierce death battle with a buffalo, who had gained the upper hand and was about to finish the horse off when it was shot and killed by the Lone Ranger, who then nursed the wounded horse back to health.

As much as the Lone Ranger wanted the horse for his own, he was willing to let it go as it fought for his freedom and deserved to be free. When Tonto remarked on the horse's gleaming coat saying it looked "silver white", the Lone Ranger decided that Silver would be a good name for the horse and called out to it.

In a gesture stronger than gratitude, the horse stayed on and became the Lone Ranger's partner. The Lone Ranger then trains the wild stallion who learned quickly, and after a few days was ready. With the stronger and faster Silver as his new mount, the Lone Ranger was now able to overtake and capture Cavendish, finally completing his long mission. But even after accomplishing his goal, the Lone Ranger decided it was for the greater good to continue to help pave the way for law and order in the untamed Western territories, and with Tonto still at his side, he continued to wear the mask and maintain the identity of the Lone Ranger.

The radio version of the Lone Ranger was portrayed by several actors over the course of the series. The most memorable were Earle Graser , who played the role from April of until he died in a car accident in April of , and Brace Beemer , who took over after Graser's death and played the Ranger until the end of the series in September of In order to ease the transition between Graser and Beemer, the Lone Ranger spent several episodes injured and unable to speak above a whisper.

Director Jack Deeds and long-time announcer Fred Foy stepped in for fill-in episodes in and , respectively. The best remembered adaptation of the character is probably from the television show. The Lone Ranger debuted in and was the first western program to air on television.

Actor Clayton Moore was the Lone Ranger for the first two seasons, from After a contract dispute, Moore was replaced in season three by John Hart. Moore returned to the role for the final seasons , and he remained associated with the character until his death in In the WB television network sought to create a new Lone Ranger TV series, and commissioned a two-hour pilot episode.

Chad Michael Murray was cast as the Ranger. The producers changed multiple aspects of the story, including the Ranger's real name to Luke Hartman , to try and attract the teenage Dawson's Creek audience. The pilot was not well received, and a new series never produced. This animated version of the Lone Ranger wears a mask that covers his entire face except for his eyes, and even uses the names of Tonto and Silver. The first was produced by Halas and Batchelor with 26 episodes each consisting of three short stories airing from to ; the Lone Ranger was voiced by Michael Rye, and Tonto was voiced by Sheperd Menken.

A second version, produced by Filmation, aired 28 episodes from to ; in this version The Lone Ranger was voiced by actor William Conrad credited as "J. The first filmed version of the Lone Ranger was a chapter movie serial in Titled ' The Lone Ranger ,' it starred Lee Powell as the Masked Rider, but was actually designed to leave both the villains, and audience, guessing which of five men was, in fact, the Lone Ranger. There can be no doubt, however, about what masks conceal and, yes, take away from us.

Arms, legs, knees, shoulders, fingers, toes, and any of our more unmentionable members all pretty much look alike from one man or woman to another. So do, I suppose, eyes, noses, and mouths, yet they are tougher to objectify visually. This is because of that which they were created to compose: the human face.

God gave us a front, and this is it. Our face is what we present to the world, and for better or worse, it is the thing on which the world often renders its opinion of us. Masks cover faces or parts of faces, and no other part of us. They are mates: mask to face as gin to tonic. From prehistory, humans have sensed the power of the face to project meaning. Therefore, masks took on particular potency.

They could be fun, frightening, functional. Plague times, as we see again nowadays, certainly bring them out, as does wartime. Defensively, think masks against gas attacks in the trenches and during the Blitz, when masks for civilians became a symbol of solidarity.

Small-time criminals, too, mask-up when raiding a convenience store cash register. Germ theory brought masks into medicine and made them a fixture of the clinic.

Religion, and perhaps politics too, may have gotten onto masks first, however, and museums bulge with fascinating, sometimes scary, sometimes beautiful, examples of the mask as symbol and tool of ritual. Masks also entertain, as in masquerade balls or, dare we still say it, on Halloween. And, as we are witnessing now, they can also have a certain self-advertising value.

Here we return to the face. Names and faces are as inseparable as faces and masks: the names of spouses, children, and friends conjure first and forever their faces. What screaming and verbal intimidation alone have not been able to accomplish, the mask, which comes along at just the right time, covers visually. We are addicted to images, and the nameless, masked face, revealing eyes alone and just enough skin to betray color, suits a political purpose: One glance and I know instantly whether or not you are like me, part of the mask tribe.

This is a low use. He quickly reined Trigger around toward the fleeing outlaw leader. Trigger accelerated strongly, the cool night air rushing across his face and bruising his lungs. Roy urged Trigger on, as the outlaw ahead pushed his mount brutally. One hundred, ninety, eight yards… and closer. A shot from the outlaw puffed back and went wide. A second came a little closer. Roy pulled his silver handled pistol out and took careful bead, then fired once.

Roy pushed Trigger onward, with the outlaw this close nothing could stop them. Triggers golden mane, waving in the rushing wind shimmered ghostly in the moonlight. Like a pair of rushing gladiators smelling victory, Roy and Trigger were transformed into avenging angels.

The outlaw leader, now scant yards away, looked back with fear in his eyes. His horse, stopped short as Trigger and Roy outran the pair briefly. Turning quickly, Roy and Trigger met the outlaw pairs attack head on. Trigger reared up in response to the chestnuts menacing hooves. Roy, balancing on Triggers back, tensed in preparation for the final battle. Trigger struck out with his left hoof, the chestnut reeled back. Striking out in retaliation, the chestnut nicked Triggers shoulder drawing blood with a sharp shoe.

Trigger, lashed out with both hooves, the other horse recoiled in fear and stepped back and down again. Trigger landed on his front hooves and attacked again and again. Silhouetted in the moonlight, the mounted riders looked like ghosts dueling eternally over some long forgotten disagreement.

Triggers mane, adopting the shimmery translucence of the silvery light, whirled as if tethered to an invisible line. The chestnut, beaten by Triggers pummeling hooves, succumbed to the golden stallion. Roy, sensing victory for Trigger, urged him closer to the outlaw pair. Leaping from his saddle, Roy landed on the frantic outlaw leader and pulled him to the ground. Roy, atop the masked leader, punched once, twice. The masked evildoer, arched his back and sent Roy flying through the air.

Blood dripping out of the leaders mask minimized his vision. His fear of dying drove him on! The leader ran and jumped on Roy dazing him temporarily.

Ducking to avoid the heavy pistol end, Roy swung out with his right fist. Connecting with the outlaws blood drenched chin solidly, Roy felt a snap. The leaders head jerked back and his body followed. The masked outlaw rolled off Roy onto the ground, his pistol falling harmlessly to the side. Finding his hat in the dirt, Roy picked it up and knocked the dust off. Placing it on his head, he turned and looked at the outlaw. In the moonlight his menace was diminished, thickening blood shone black in the silvery glow.

Roy stood up and rolled the masked leader over. He reached down and pulled the mask off. Roy walked over to Trigger, took his lasso off and tied Bill up. Wrapping the outlaw sheriff tightly, Roy threw him onto his tired chestnut. Breathing the cool prairie air, Roy whistled a nameless tune.

Trigger, nodding in response, sauntered over beside where Roy was standing. Roy placed his left foot in the stirrup, grasped the horn, and back, then swung up into the well worn saddle. As the masked outlaw leader fled from Roy, the remaining villains were battling viciously. Like trapped wolves they used every weapon at their disposal; teeth, knives, boots, even mud.

The sounds of hand to hand combat intermingled with the echoes of gunfire drifted over to the ranch where Mary Sterling waited for the battle to end and peace to begin once more. Much to his surprise, the leader glanced back, kicked out at a flying Roy Rogers, then turned and galloped off! Each man found his horse, then fled as well as he could. The ranchers, led by the Lone Ranger and Tonto, fell upon the fleeing outlaws.

Silver responded to the masked mans gentle commands- left here to cut a retreat, right to block an outlaw.

Tonto found the fleeing Ace Parker and gave chase. Within a few hundred yards, Tonto and Scout overtook the villainous gunman. With savage fury Tonto swung once, twice, three, and out Ace Parker went. Collapsing into a heap on the ground and bleeding from half a dozen wounds, he whispered. All around the melee, whoops of victory filled the air. Triumphant ranchers pulled back fleeing outlaws. Some men gathered the fallen together in a line. The outlaws, some bound, some not, all bore signs of battle weariness.

The grinning ranchers, their faces battered but jubilant, slapped got down to the business of securing the prisoners. Rex Allen found Koko, and pursued Trig Larson. Trig Larson, too scared and confused to find a horse, bolted desperately. He lept upon the fleeing outlaw. They went down. Rex, landing squarely on Trigs back heard a crack. Trig Larson let out a yell of pain. Rex Allen stepped off Larson, and lifted him up by his good arm. A surge of anger came over Rex. They had won.

Rex, atop Koko, held back tears of gratitude. Somehow tonight, the deaths of his friends and fellow ranchers had been avenged, and the dead now knew. One by one, the escaping outlaws found their retreat blocked by the inspired ranchers. Some fights were quick, some long, but the prospect of peace drove the ranchers to a feverish pace.

In the end, not one outlaw was left standing. Some got killed in the battle, some just got shot escaping. Rex , took his dirty hat off, and brushed his hand against the crest and sides. He put his hat back on and smiled a tired smile. The Ranger and Tonto looked around. The men were poised to finish the night with more violence.