 It's your misfortune and not my own. Die, die, oh, get along little geeks. You know that Wyoming will be your new home. Life on the Red Horse Ranch. Sam Carter has just about decided to sell his entire outfit to Steve Bradford. But after talking to his foreman, Alabama is going to wait a short time longer before making his final decision. All the boys are down in the bunkhouse of the ranch singing while Bradford is talking to Mr. Carter at the ranch house. Mr. Carter, I don't want you to think I'm being overly anxious about this deal, but I've got to have my answer. I'll let you know within a week, Bradford. That's all I can say. I promise that to Alabama. Alabama? What interest does he have in Red Horse Ranch other than his job? Oh, just his love for the place and roads and I. Mr. Carter, have you noticed anything unusual? About Alabama's actions lately? I know. More than usual, I will admit that he hasn't explained why he wants me to delay selling out, but... Mr. Carter, this may sound a little assuming on my part, but I'd like to suggest that you do watch him a little closer. I don't believe that I understand. I wonder if you could tell me where he is now. Why, no. Oh, I suppose he's down with the herd. They're grazing in the north pastures. Then you might be interested to know that I just saw him riding his horse Red about a mile west of here toward the hills. He acted rather bothered to know that I saw him. I've always trusted Alabama and I always will, Mr. Bradford. Of course, Mr. Carter. Of course. I'm sorry I said anything. It's just, well, my interest in you and your beautiful daughter. I'd hate to see you disappointed. Oh, hello, horse Steve. I didn't know you were here. Good morning, Rose. I've been talking to your father about the Red Horse outfit again. I'm afraid he's still holding out on me. Well, you couldn't blame any one of us for that, Steve. We're going to hang on to it just as long as we can. Well, I understand. I'm only hoping your dad doesn't lose the outfit without realizing a cent out of it. I've really offered more than it's worth, you know. Oh, uh, Dad, are the boys out on the porch? Yes. They must think that shearing me up a little. Seems them cowhands can sing no matter what's ahead. Well, we all need shearing up. Come on, let's all go out and listen to them. Well, Mr. Carter, I'll be going now. Now, please take what I said seriously, won't y'all? Thank you, Bradford. I will. Come on, Dad. We'll go out on the porch. Well, goodbye, Rose. Goodbye. Goodbye, Mr. Carter. Goodbye. Oh, boys, I'm so glad you came up to the house. I was just going down to the bunkhouse to get you to sing for me. Well, we figure singing drives away. He put trouble, Miss Rose. Oh, of course it does, Tex. Why, uh, Tenderford, where's Alabama? Why, well, I think some of the herd wandered out of the north pasture. He must be looking for them. He must be looking for them. He must be looking for them. When did he leave, Tenderford? Well, uh, well, about an hour or two ago. He didn't have much else to do. Oh, that's like Alabama. He'll do work when it's really somebody else's job. But, uh, say, Tex, did you forget about that music? Uh-huh. Come on, sing one for me. Yeah, get into it. Well, I was thinking if that's what you want. Well, how's this one? I got a slice of bacon. I got a can of beans. I got a can of beans. I got a slice of bacon. I got a can of beans. I'm the happiest man to see. There's Sheriff Simkins from over Danville. Well, I sure enough is. I wonder what he's doing out this way. Howdy, Sheriff. Come on up on the brandy. All right. Howdy, Miss Carter. Yeah. Oh, hello, Miss Rose. Hello, Sheriff. Howdy, boys. Ah, Sheriff, don't tell us Arizona's been in town shooting out window lights again. Oh, uh, well, no, not to know anything of. Why, Jack, Sheriff, I ain't seen you since the rodeo. Why ain't you been out the old red horse before? Why, well, I'll tell you that. I figure he's been scared to get near Arizona since he kept him in the jug last summer. No, no, Idaho, you know I was just doing my duty that night. Just doing my duty. Sheriff, I can still remember the day that you let your bridal reins drag behind you and thought it was a rattlesnake. You run plumbed down past the saloon and trading posts in the railroad corrals. You ain't looking for no more rattlesnakes, are you? No? Now listen, by the ticket, there ain't no rattlesnakes around here, I think, huh? No. I might have a couple in my pocket here. That's all. Leave him alone, boys. Leave him alone. Let him tell what he come out here for. Huh? Oh, well... Oh, why do I hear you, boys, sing a little. That's what? What? You came all the way from Danville for that? Why, sure did. Go ahead, boys, give us a tune, something kind of quick and devilish, like. Might as well sing for him, boys. How about the bingo farm? Sure, I'll get it. Flee diner, she was so very finer the sun she did outshiner I won't go there no more I won't go there no more I won't go there no more I won't go there no more No more The first time I decided her she was making fun to the fire my heart began to sigh her way down on a bingo farm I won't go there no more I won't go there no more I won't go there... Sheriff, I'll have one of the boys take your horse around the corral. You'll stay for grub, won't you? Oh, no, no, I've got to be going right away. Come now, we've been friends for a long time, and we, Sheriff, sure would like to have you stay. Well, yes, we've been mighty good friends. Sure we have. Well, give us some more of that music, boys. Say, Arizona, whatever happened to your Tater Bug Band that you had to work the rodeo? I ought to do nothing for you, Sheriff, for as long as you're a friend of the bosses. Come on, boys. Dad, isn't the Sheriff acting funny? Oh, he's always like that, Rose. Come on, let's go, boys. Laying shore is fine, yes, Sheriff. Might as well be moving along. Oh, sorry, King, stay, Sheriff. Change of often we have visitors out here, red horse. Pretty good ring we had, wasn't it? Yeah, but didn't do me no good. Delayed driving the herd to Danville. If I took it, Carter, I'd just as well do it and get it over with. Huh? You got something on your mind? Well, it ain't my doings, Carter. It's old Tim Jones over at the bank there in Danville. Oh, so that's it, eh? It's about to lose. Yes, it reck it is. Now listen, Carter, I might be sorry about this and I must put out as you are, but it's my bounding duty and I've got to serve an attachment on that herd of red horse cattle out yonder. Oh, that's what's up, sir. Dad, does that mean they're taking your herd? That you won't get anything for it? Now, now, quiet, Rose. I reckon Tim Jones has the right to. I haven't made one payment on that load. I'll tell you what I'll do now, Carter. Being as I trust you, I'm leaving the herd right here on your place until the whole thing settles. That's mighty nice of you, Sheriff. I was wondering how you'd be driving that five hundred head of long horn into Danville by yourself. Now, now I had a hold on it. It ain't my doings. This is my duty. Yeah, Sheriff. There's some rustlers got about three hundred head of this red horse herd. Figuring on attaching that, too? Huh? The rustler, you say? Well, now, I don't know if I can do much about that, but then... Well, it's as much your duty to run down rustlers as it is to serve attachments, ain't it, Sheriff? No, no, Idaho. We're trying to take care of them, as soon as we get a warrant. Oh, that's all right, Sheriff. I don't hold it again here. Rose and I'll make out somehow. Of course we will, Dad. They haven't taken our ranch yet. Well, I reckon I'll give you the papers, Carter. Say, Sheriff, that attachment on Dad's herd ain't legal till you give him the papers, is it? Well, I know, but then that's what I'm gonna get him to do right this minute. Look out, Sheriff. I'd watch the steps, sir. I think you said you didn't like rattlesnakes. Rattlesnakes? Where? Right there, right there on your foot. There, right now, shooting balls. I'll help you, Idaho. Look out there now. My near hit me. Where were you shooting? Well, went right around behind him there. There, I'll shoot it. Now, watch out. Oh, boy. Oh, boy. Finish it again. That'll get it. Hey! How do you dance, of course, Sheriff? Where's your clipboard? I'm staying. Let me out of here. Let me calmly. Where are you going, Sheriff? To serve them papers. Well, look at him. High-tail it out of here. Well, we're rid of Sheriff Simpkins for a while. But secretly, we feel that the sheriff was just as glad as the boys not to serve the papers. But things are looking pretty bad for the Red Horse Ranch. What can Alabama do to save it? Perhaps we'll find out soon.