 If you die, you'll get long little geese, that's your misfortune and not my own. If you die, you'll get long little geese, you know that Wyoming will be our new home. Life on the Red Horse Ranch. It seems that part of a strange map, found in young Dui Dawson's locket, will lead to the place where Trigger Dawson buried Ollie's loot, shortly before he was killed. Hoping to find the rest of the map in an Indian mound along Rohing River, Alabama's discovered that someone has been there ahead of him, and it's gone. Now, let's join the boys out on the trail. I've bummed in weather, hot and cold, and boys, I'm here to shout, Oh, it's heck to bum in Texas when it rains! Oh, it's heck to bum in Texas when it rains! With those darned oripless jails and the rain of sharpest nails, Oh, it's heck to bum in Texas when it rains! Oh, it's heck to bum in Texas when it rains! Oh, I couldn't swim or float, and you can't bum from a boat, Oh, it's heck to bum in Texas when it rains! I bummed good gin in Switzerland when it was wet or thawed, I've even bummed in Scotland, boys, where whiskey burns your heart, Oh, it's heck to bum in Texas when it rains! Oh, it's heck to bum in Texas when it rains! I get water on my knees. Oh, it's heck to bum in Texas when it rains! Get up off the ground and get your hot rose together. We are packing out of here. We've been on the peck, Alabama. There was no fault of ours that somebody beat us to that Indian mount. I'd give my right arm to know who beat us up here, and the left one to know how they found out about the other half of that map being buried here. Well, we saw plenty to know we was too late. Cookie, you about packed? Yeah, it's us trying to pack this stuff on old whirlwind. I don't know what's the matter. It's damn stealing now. It seems to me if you hadn't brought so many of them pots and pans and stuff along, you wouldn't have had so much trouble loading them on that burrow. Come on, Tex, I'll play the guitar and you sing for them a while. Yeah, I'll play this on the Tex. Traveling along on the old Texas trail On the trail that leads back where friends never fail That's where the ranch's daughter is waiting for me In the little ranch house on the old Circle B I've been around from the east to the west But I'd rather go back to friends I love best In my dreams I've been living where life is so free In the little ranch house on the old Circle B Travel along, little pony Get along on your way back to Texas to stay I used to ride the rangers all day For hills and through canyons far, far away But the prettiest sight I ever could see Was the little ranch house on the old Circle B Oceans and rivers and mountains and all Wouldn't keep me away while I can crawl That will be a wedding for Molly and me In the little ranch house on the old Circle B Travel along, little pony Get along on your way back to Texas to stay Cookie, if you don't think get things set to go before long We're going to ride off without you. No, Alibam, I've been wondering about this map. You've got any ideas? Well, I can't say it's that. Well, you might tell me what that writing's supposed to be At the top there with half of it torn away. Well, let's see. There's letters missing from two words here. One word ends in RE and the other in RT. Well, you can figure out why we're writing back Toward home, Idaho. Are you ready to go now, Cookie? Yeah, that's it. I don't pack food either with some job not sure it's time. All right then, let's go. Yeah, that's it. I don't stay on my feet. Poor old Cookie. Them pots and pans are spread all over an acre of ground. Yeah, that's it. I'm done now. Gotta pick them all up for me. Cookie, if you ain't the beatin' this food sourdough I ever saw, now pick up all of that stuff and let's get to moving. Old Cookie, why don't you let me tell you how to pack that stuff on there? Now you go on away from here, Arizona. You know, I have enough trouble without you pissin' keepin' me. Oh, I'll leave him alone, Arizona. Come on, let's sing Cookie a pretty song about his burrow while we're waitin'. Come on, Idaho. You go ahead. I'm lookin' at this map. All right, boys, let's sing it. This long rod is slam. A palm and storm can't hurt you well. Yeah, ain't doin' it right. What make you think you can do any better if you think you can come here and pack the stuff? Oh, well, now watch me. And still, now whirlwind. Well, that burrow sure is gettin' funnier. Now you'll watch a couple that really knows how to pack. Now you'll see it like this. I see. Hey, Alabama. How does this strike you? You think you've got somethin' figured out, Idaho? Well, I can't say. But look at this map. Now, here is Roaring River, runnin' from north to south. Down here is the town of Roaring River. Let's draw a line from the town up through this point that's marked Sentinel Rock, then on up to Lone Oak here and to Twin Peaks. You know, I think the trail weird to take. Well, here we are, Cookie. That burrow's packed just as good as you please. By an expert. Well, it looks like Cookie's finally ready to go. There he is. Things is packed right now. Remember that, Cookie, whenever you want anything, just call an old Arizona. Well, I'm glad we're ready to get that burrow to move. Yes. Come on here now. Oh, shut up. Arizona? Don't you pack them pants for the burrow so that you get out of my way and I'll put them on there myself. All right, fellas. We might as well have another tune. I've got some French harp warmed up there, Tex. Let's hear something from all of you, fellas. I'm trying to figure out them words that was torn off of here. One of them is an arty, don't they? Yeah. Why couldn't that first one be where? And the other one would be heart. Well, these four words, Cheyenne. Where the heart beat. How would that make sense, Idaho? Hold your horses, Alabama. All right. Look at this line we drew through those points on the map. Yeah. It starts at the town of Roaring River, swings out to the east, and then back to the river at that big X there. There we are. Now, suppose there was a trail started on the other side of the river and followed that same course. Well, that would be in the shape of a heart, wouldn't it? Yeah. And I figured that where the heart meets is where them two trails would meet, right there at that big X on Roaring River. We'll find the hidden money, Idaho. I believe you're right. We hope I don't hope that the boys don't take the trail, but we'll want to follow the boys. Plenty of adventure is about to follow.