"Faster than a speeding bullet!"
Sorry! That was some other radio/television/movie hero.
However, bullet was Roy Rogers' dog.
What I'm talking about here is: The Lone Ranger!

"A fiery horse with the speed of light, a cloud of dust
and a hearty hi-yo Silver! The Lone Ranger! With his
faithful Indian companion, Tonto, the daring and resourceful
masked rider of the plains led the fight for law and order
in the early West. Return with us now to those thrilling
days of yesteryear, the Lone Ranger rides Again!"

That show was a Saturday afternoon main staple on my old black & white TV set, when I was a kid. I'd be crunching down on a bowl of "Jets," wearing my six shooters, white hat, and humming along to the William Tell Overture.
But, there was one thing that always bothered me about (Clayton Moore) The Lone Ranger. Just how in the hell did he get away with bolting into a strange town, stirring up a big ass cloud of dust, and wearing a black mask?
I know he always explained that he was on the "right-side-of-the-law!" But, it wasn't always so, right-a-way!
Anyway! Just try going into a liquor store today with a black mask on, and then saying you were there to prevent a hold-up. Yeah, you'd be holding up alright... overnight, at the county jail!
I always did kinda feel sorry for the Ranger's Indian companion, Tonto. He was pretty much Clayton Moore's go-fer. I can't count the times that Tonto was sent off to "Scout" the town out for all the bad-guys. Not to mention... counting the many times he'd be found out, and end up getting his ass tied up by them!
Now, either Tonto didn't like talking very much (except, for an occasional grunt, or a quick: "Yes, kemo-sabe."). Or, the guy that wrote the script didn't like Indians too much. Okay, but civil-rights wasn't exactly an enforced issue at that time.
However, one of my favorite things that Tonto (Jay Silverheels) did say in a interview, many years later after becoming a horse breeder and racer; and, after being asked if he would ever consider racing Scout?
Jay, had replied: "Heck, I can beat Scout."

Clayton Moore died on December 28, 1999 in the emergency room of a Los Angeles hospital. He was 85. According to a hospital spokesman, Clayton died as the result of a heart attack.
Jay Silverheels, was a full-blooded Mohawk Indian from the Six Nations Indian Reservation in Ontario, Canada. Jay passed away March 5, 1980. He was 62 years old. His body was cremated, and his ashes were scattered over the Six Nations Reservation.