Another journey into the realm of the strange and terrifying.

I hope you will enjoy the trip that it will thrill you a little and chill you a little.

So settle back.

Get a good grip on your nerves.

Where are we going?

You'll find out when we get there.

You'll find out when we get there. High-O-Silver! A fiery horse of the speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hearty high old silver, the lone ranger.

The Lone Ranger. The Hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of stories have come out of the West

concerning a phantom figure of the plains who rode in the cause of justice.

A masked rider whose heroic deeds have lived down through the years

as a symbol of the courage and spirit of the wild and untamed west of old.

Listen to those silver-shot hoofs as they raced down the hard-packed roadbed that

yesterday year, the lone ranger rides again.

Come on, Silver, old boy!

I was waiting for us near the border!

We must hurry, old fellow, to strike down those great lengths of yours.

And, Pilbler!

Hello! Great night, the viewer! Hours!

Liquorne! Liquor smuggling had become a serious problem to the border patrol.

The smugglers were too cunning to be captured,

and though illegal liquor was known to be sold in the States,

the source of supply could not be discovered.

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