Ranger Bill, Warrior of the Woodland.
Struggling against extreme odds, traveling dangerous trails, fighting the many enemies
of nature.
This is the job of the guardian of the forest, Ranger Bill.
Pouring rain, freezing cold, blistering heat, snow, floods, bears, rattlesnakes, mountain
lions.
Yes, all this in exchange for the satisfaction and pride of a job well done.
One of the meanest and most dangerous of the animals in the United States is the buffalo
bull.
He's a savage fighter, always walking around with a chip on his shoulder.
He attacks without warning and moves like a bolt of lightning.
The rangers never get close to the buffalo herd unless they're riding fast and experienced
horses.
Each herd has one bull who's the big boss.
When he gets old and loses some of his speed and fighting ability, one of the younger bulls
will challenge the big boss.
A fight follows and the older animal is run out of the herd.
The dethroned bull becomes a lone marauder.
He vents his humiliation and anger with savagery upon any living man or beast.
So now it's time to join Bill and his rangers as they hunt the mad bison.
Steady, steady, easy big boy.
Lee, where are you?
In here Lefty.
Lefty, take it easy.
You're out of breath.
What's wrong?
Some beasts has attacked Australians.
It got Whitey.
It got Whitey?
Well, what do you mean Lefty?
Whitey's lying out on the range.
He's badly wounded.
He almost got the ribbon.
Well, let's go.
Boy, I sure like springtime.
Everything's so new and fresh.
That's right, pal.
It's like starting life all over again.
Buffalo must feel that way too.
There isn't one of them around the feeding barns.
Well, they've moved out to the range all right.
Won't see them around the ranch buildings until early winter.
They sure like their free feed when the ranging is tough though.
You said it.
You can't say that I blame them.
Oh, I guess not.
Say, did you tell Stumpy and Grey Wolf we were going out?
No, I didn't, pal.
Better stop here by the horse corral and take the saddles off Storm and Bess.
Not used to wearing leather yet.
Oh, boy.
Oh, Storm.
Easy, Bess, oh, girl, easy.
Hey, Bill, I can see where the saddle blanket kind of wore a spot or two in Bess's back.
Boy, it sure been a long time since you wore a saddle.
Yeah, Storm too.
Let's turn him into the corral.
Okay.
Get going, boy.
Get away, Storm.
Storm says thanks for taking the pack off his back.
Doesn't look like Stumpy and Grey Wolf are here.
Yeah, they did come out of the cabin by now.
I don't see their horses either.
Are we going to wait until they get back?
Yeah, I want to look over the buildings and fences anyhow, see if they need repair.
I'll help you.
Okay.
Let's start with the Wrangler's cabin.
Easy, Whitey, big boy.
We're almost through patching you up.
It's a good thing you came along when you did, Lefty, or Whitey would have died.
Yeah, he sure was bleeding bad.
Easy, Whitey, boy, easy.
Yeah, give me some more of that bed sheet.
Yeah, sure.
Here you are, Lee.
Thanks.
I'm just going to bind up the gash in his hind leg and we'll have him bandaged.
I got the salve smeared into the wound, Lee.
Yeah, we'll have it wrapped up in the jiffy.
Easy, Whitey, boy, easy.
Do you want help, Lee?
No, I can make it all right.
You better keep your eye on the range in case whatever or whoever did this comes back.
I've been watching.
I wish it would come back, since I could empty my rifle into it.
Yeah, wouldn't if that had stopped it, Lefty.
Yeah, maybe I have a point there.
There's got to be some beast to down a stallion, especially Whitey.
You said it.
There, I'm finished.
Yeah, I'll go out and get the truck so we can take Whitey to the barns where it'll be
safe, easier for us to take care of him there.
Okay, I'll stand guard while you're gone.
Right.
I'll send a couple of the Wranglers out to help you.
One rifle might not be enough.
Okay, easy, boy.
You get a chance to run later.
Stand still, Matilde.
Stop skitterishin' around like a minnner.
I think Buffalo heard settle down all right, Stumpkin.
They do too, Gray Wolf.
They got the back of freedom feelin' out of their bones.
They sure was cuttin' loose with Monkey Shy in for a while there.
Yeah, I thought for sure they stampede.
Yeah, they've been out of hands full, Sonny.
There's one recruited to the meanest stampeters alive.
Maybe we go back to Cabanaul and take another look at Herd this afternoon.
Nope, I wouldn't do that yet, Sonny.
Why, what you mean?
We're missin' the big boss, Buffalo.
Huh?
You mean old Snark gone?
Yeah, he sure is, Gray Wolf.
I thought you'd seen that.
I busy watch Youngstuck.
Not notice old Snark, not with Herd.
We better find him.
Not alone we ain't.
You think he have fight with Young Bull?
He sure do.
See that young upstart out there?
Looks kinda scarred up, like he's been in the scrap.
You're right, old timer.
We better find out for sure.
That's why I'm waitin' for the Herd to settle down and quit spookin'.
Maybe we can ride down kinda easy like and take a look at that young roughneck.
Not good idea.
In about an hour we should be able to ride close to the Herd.
Yeah, I think so.
Good thing we got fresh mounts.
Those creditors might give us a chase.
Especially the new big boss.
Lee, Emile and I'll stay out here and see what we can make out of the tracks where the fight
took place.
Okay, Lefty.
Dick and Fred will give me a hand gettin' Whitey out of the truck.
As soon as we got Whitey bedded down in the barn we'll be out to relieve ya from guarding
the Herd.
Okay, you better get goin'.
You'll have to drive slow.
Right.
Well, let's see what we can make out of the hoof prints where a fighty fought this...this...thing.
Whatever it is, Emile.
Okay, Lefty.
I sure can't figure it out.
I don't think any of us will be able to...look here at these cloven hoof marks.
Yeah.
What kind of an animal large enough to kill a stallion has cloven hooves?
I don't know of any around these parts.
Maybe this animal escaped from the Nautipine Zoo or from a trainload of wild animals.
That's a thought, Emile.
But we would have been warned if that had happened, I'd think.
Yeah.
Perhaps you're right, Lefty.
Your idea is better than mine because I can't imagine what kind of an animal this is.
I guess we're just wasting time.
I can't make heads or tails out of this.
Neither can I.
As soon as Dick and Sid come out to spell us off guard, we'll go back to the horse barns
and take a look at Whitey.
Easy now, Maturity.
You don't want to spook those buffalo.
Stumpy, you're right.
There are battle scars all over young bulls' hide.
There sure are, Sonny.
Maybe the looks of him old snort almost won.
Old snort putty tough fighter.
He King Bull long time.
Watch out, Revolve.
He ain't acting too kindly to us.
Maybe we move away and he settle down.
Good idea.
You've seen what we wanted to.
Step it up a little, Maturity.
Get him up, King.
We better get back to ranching.
Tell Bill, old snort on loose.
Yeah, right, Sonny.
Old snort's gotta be found and corralled or shot one at other.
You be all right, Whitey, old boy.
Couple of weeks of taking it easy and you'll be as good as new.
I hope so, Lee.
I don't take a handkeren to having one of our prized stallions cut to pieces.
But I can't for the life of me figure out how to stop it from happening again.
Yeah, I've been doing a lot of thinking about that, Lefty.
I take it the hoof prints didn't give you any clues, huh?
Not a thing.
What or who did it is still a mystery.
Yeah, we better get some help to find out.
Who'll we get?
Bill Jefferson and his Rangers.
It's a whole story, Bill.
Old snort just up and vamoosed.
It impossible to pick up trail.
Heard cover his trail plenty hard.
Well, we'd better find him.
Let's get some provisions packed and hit the trail.
Ah, I figure that's what you do.
That's up to it, boys.
I want to find old snort before he does any damage.
Maybe this is a first lawsuit coming now.
Hey, those two fellas are coming in like a hurricane.
Something wrong, not for sure.
Lefty and Lee Foreman.
Hello, fellas.
Why the hard riding?
Hello, Bill.
Howdy, fellas.
Hey, Grey Wolf, something?
Howdy.
Hi, Lefty, Lee.
Bill, we've got trouble and we don't know what it is.
Tell me more, Lefty.
Well, some kind of beast almost killed one of our best stallions.
That's right, Bill.
We'd like you to come over and take a look at the stallion and the range where the battle
took place.
Okay, fellas.
They'll saddle up and go back to your ranch with you.
Henry, let's saddle up.
Stumpy, Grey Wolf, you better water your horses.
We might have quite a bit of riding to do.
Easy, Whitey boy.
We're just looking.
Put the bandage back on, Lee.
I think we're seeing all we need to.
Don't you think so, Grey Wolf?
Stumpy?
Ah, we see plenty from kind of wounds, Whitey has.
Yep, they tell quite a story.
What are you fellas talking about?
Do you know what kind of beast attacked our horses?
Perhaps we do, Lefty.
Let's ride out in your range and take a look around where you found Whitey.
Sure.
You think you'll have the answer then?
Yes, Lee, I'm sure we will.
Well, let's go.
All right, pull up, boys.
Oh, my goodness.
Yeah, there's plenty of sign here, huh?
Ah, plenty bad fight take place all right.
Old Snort didn't do this.
I'll eat him, horns and all.
Old Snort, who's he?
A buffalo bull from our herd, Lefty.
You mean a buffalo did this?
What's the big idea letting him get out?
All of our horses are in danger now.
We ought to sue Uncle Sam for damages.
Whitey won first prize at the horse show last year.
We run our finest breeding stock on this range, Bill.
What's the matter with you guys?
Can't you control your buffalo?
I think you rangers are slipping.
You mean sleeping at the switch, Lee.
Just a minute, fellas.
You honestly think we let old Snort get away from us on purpose?
You tell them, sonny.
Maybe they think we stay up nights figuring out ways to ruin all the herds on the range.
Yeah, did you fellas ever meet up with an insane buffalo bull?
What do you mean, insane buffalo bull, Henry?
Well, old Snort was the big boss of the herd.
The hunger bull challenged him for his job and they fought.
Old Snort lost and he automatically had to take off or be killed.
Henry Wright, Stumpy and I see battle scars on young bull.
Yeah, I guess we sounded off like tin horns, fellas.
Please accept my apologies for the insults I threw at you.
Oh, forget it.
I'd be steamed up, too, if one of my best stallions got the treatment Whitey got.
Oh, that doesn't excuse us, Bill.
I'm very sorry for what I said and what I did.
You think you can help us get that buffalo?
Old Snort, as you call him?
We'll get him, fellas.
I don't know how long it'll take us, but we're going after the mad bison.
Well, looks like we've got company, Bill.
How'd you guess?
Well, there must be a dozen men waiting for us at the cabin.
You have a good idea what they're gonna say, too.
Old Snort must have paid them a visit or two.
Ah, he must be on more money to get that many wrenches.
That's what I'm afraid of, Gray Wolf.
Old Snort's really gone off his rocker.
Well, we might as well face the music.
Those fellas look pretty hot under the collar.
Oh, Corbett.
Oh, McConaughey.
Gentlemen, gentlemen, we can't all talk at once.
That's right, Bill, but we've all got plenty to say.
That's right.
You'd better get that buffalo and get him fast.
Yeah, you heard, Josh, Bill.
We all feel the same way.
That's right.
We've been chasing, shooting, and trying to get him ourselves.
We couldn't do it.
He's too smart for us.
You're gonna have plenty of damage suits in your hands if you don't get him.
He's already wrecked some of my fencing.
It's a good thing I saw him or he'd have gotten to my cannon.
And he's done plenty to the rest of the boys, too.
That's right.
You ought to see how I tar down my effects and stuff.
We've seen some of Old Snort's work, fellas.
Josh, Les, we agree with you.
We've got to get the buffalo and do it soon.
Yeah, we'll do it soon.
How soon we get Old Snort is questionable.
We'll try our level best to make it soon.
I suggest that you return to your ranches and keep guards posted until we let you know
that Old Snort's out of commission.
Yeah, that's a good idea.
Well, let's get back home, men, so the Rangers can get to work.
All right.
Let's get out of here.
Let's go.
Let's get out of here.
Hey, hey, hey!
Up, up!
Wow.
Looks like we'd better get a move on.
Yep.
Either we get Old Snort or he'll get us.
This'll be a fight to the finish this time.
How are we going to do this, honey?
What have you got up your sleeve besides your arm?
I don't have much in the way of ideas, old timer.
The only thing we can do is ride out and try to find Old Snort's trail and follow him.
You're right, Bill.
That's all we can do.
I'm afraid we'll have to wait for the old boy to jump us.
And likely we'll get the chance to jump him.
Yeah, and he'll come at us like a cyclone, too.
That's right.
Now, keep your rifles laying across your sandals.
When we get to meet Old Snort, there won't be time to pull your rifles from your saddle
holsters.
I'll ride out first.
Stumpy, Gray Wolf, you flank me about 50 feet back.
Hey, you mean I'm going to bring up the rear?
Yes, pal, you are.
Don't think you've been disgraced.
Old Snort can, in mind, come at us from any direction.
I don't want us to be bunched up when that happens.
Okay, I'm happy now.
All right, let's go.
Let's go.
Keep going.
Ah, best Old Snort's trail, all right.
But maybe it too old to be any good.
Yeah, I think so, young fellow.
This trail's three days old.
We'll have to keep crossing and recrossing this part of the country until we find Old
Snort's fresh trail.
Maybe he isn't in this area at all anymore, Bill.
We'll find out how to.
I take a week to do it.
We'll find out.
Hey, hold up there, fellas.
Here's another of that rascal's trails.
Looks pretty fresh, too.
Ah, you're right, Stumpy.
Buffalo passed this way maybe half day ago.
Hot dog.
Now we can get this game of hide and seek over with.
We've lost the trail, fellas.
I think we pick up trail straight ahead.
Ground here too hard.
Yep.
They didn't see any sign where Old Snort turned.
Hey, Bill, how much longer is this hard ground going to last?
They'll go another mile or so.
If they don't pick up Old Snort's trail by then, they'll have to go back.
Hey, there's a trail sign ahead.
Let's get after him, boys.
Come on, my duty.
Come on, fool.
Keep your eyes open.
Your rifles ready.
We could run into Old Snort any time now.
Yeah, you said it.
This is like running the gauntlet or something.
His beady eyes might be looking at us right now.
He's thinking how nice we'd look dangling on in his horns.
Eight, nine hundred pounds of bull buffalo.
Nothing to joke about.
You said it, sonny.
Oh, Scorch, let's...
Hey, look out, Bill.
Hey, hey.
Come on, Storm.
Get going, big boy.
Run, Bill.
Then do something before he gets Bill and Storm.
We can't, sure.
We might hit Bill.
Come on, Storm.
Come on, big boy.
Run.
That'll do.
Run.
Your lives depend on it.
Come on, boy.
Slow down, boy.
All right, easy, boy.
Good boy, Storm.
Take it easy now, fella.
Old Snort gave up trying to catch you.
Good boy, Storm.
You all right, Bill?
Yeah.
Where's the bull?
I don't know.
I'm just trying to get a hold of him.
Yeah, I know.
I'll be fine.
I'll be Cuba.
I'll be fine.
Then old Snort's age began to tell, but he's still plenty fast.
I'll say yes. Boy, the way he came out of that canyon,
just like he'd been shot out of a gun.
Yeah, let's not waste time chinning.
The old boy will be kind of tired from that run.
Maybe this is the right time to get him.
All right, Stumpy. Where'd he go?
He head north, across range toward canyon country.
All right, let's go.
Get him up, King.
Come on, Stoy.
Come on, Matilde.
Boy, old Snort must really be moving.
He sure is, Henry.
This trail's plain as a nose on your face.
Must be wide.
Be more careful about his trail.
He's heading right for that canyon, isn't he?
Yep.
It's what he's doing all right, Henry.
Back to the valley, that bison.
Whoa, Stoy.
Whoa, Matilde.
He's in that canyon straight ahead, isn't he, Bill?
Yeah.
We're not riding in there until we've tried to get him some other way.
What's your plan, Bill?
Gray Wolf, you and Henry barricade yourself here at the mouth of the canyon.
Stumpy, you and I are going up to the ridge.
Hold it, Stumpy.
Did you see him, Bill?
Yes, all the time when I do.
Are you sure?
I can't see him.
Look down on the canyon floor, to the right of the hump rock in the middle of the canyon.
Hey, there he is, big as life.
Let me walk around and take a crack at him with old Betsy.
Don't do any good, Stumpy.
Canyon ridge overhangs right where he is.
Never see such a smart operator.
Yeah, let's try it from here.
All right, go ahead.
Hold your ears.
Well, he moved.
I'm afraid he's gun smart by now, Stumpy.
Yeah, not only that, but he's gone deeper behind the rocks and back of the hump.
Well, only one thing to do.
What's that?
Go in after him.
Stumpy, Henry, understand your instructions?
I do, Bill.
Me too, sonny.
Don't worry, old snort ain't going to get out of this here canyon.
If he shows his head, I'll bounce rifle balls off of it.
Okay, remember, old snort doesn't get out of this canyon alive.
If he does, I'll hold you two responsible.
He won't, Bill, believe me.
I do.
You ready, Gray Wolf?
I'm all set, Bill.
Fine, I'll go in first.
You follow, 50 feet behind.
Keep that distance so I'll have room to maneuver.
That's a good idea, Gray Wolf.
Things might suddenly get pretty exciting in there.
You say much for that time, Stumpy.
Let's go, Bill.
Come on, Storm.
You've got a job to do inside.
You don't kid me.
I've got to get old snort if he gets Bill.
Keep a sharp eye, Gray Wolf.
The last Stumpy and I saw him, he was in back of the hump rock.
Got a move since then.
I watch everywhere at the same time, Bill.
We're halfway to the hump rock, Gray Wolf.
It won't be long now.
Old snort fights soon.
Better give me a little more room, Gray Wolf.
Here's the hump rock.
I do.
You be plenty ready now.
There he is.
Let's get him, Storm.
Shoot, Bill.
Look out, Gray Wolf.
He's coming after you.
I should too.
And he's not.
Good shot.
I can't get in position to finish him, though.
Look out.
He go after you.
Good.
Now I can finish him.
Hit around, Storm.
Watch Cunningwall.
Easy, Storm.
Easy, boss.
Hey, I lost my rifle.
I can't get away.
Hit him up, King.
Move.
Shoot, Gray Wolf.
I get him.
They got him.
You all right, Bill?
Yeah.
Old Storm and I forgot about the Cunningwall.
That was fine shooting, Gray Wolf.
Now the ten fate and old snort would have fixed us good.
I'm glad I'm in position to kill Buffalo.
So am I.
I don't like killing animals, but this time I'm glad old snort's dead.
Let's get Henry and Stumpy.
And we'll pass the word to the ranchers that we got the bad bison.
Bill, you and your Rangers did us a real good turn by killing that bull buffalo.
We're going to apologize for the nasty remarks we made.
That goes double for me, Bill, and the rest of you fellas.
Well, thanks, Josh.
Unless you only did the job we're supposed to do.
Some of you old snort did the damage you did before we got him.
Uncle Sam will pay you for the damage, though.
Now, Lefty, how's Whitey?
He's coming along nicely, Bill.
I sure wouldn't have been in your boots for anything from what Gray Wolf tells me.
I wouldn't be in my boots if it weren't for Gray Wolf and his fine shooting.
I do nothing, Bill.
You want who go in first.
Well, regardless of who gets the medal, I can say one thing.
What's that, Stumpy?
Old snort sure put up a good fight, but it wasn't good enough.
Poor fella ain't going to be the big boss anymore.
Well, I sure wouldn't have changed places with Bill when he was trapped by old snort.
And it was no easy spot for Gray Wolf, either.
Those shots had to count.
Well, we'll see you next week for more Adventure with...
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