 Get long little piece, it's your misfortune and not my own. Get long little piece, know that Wyoming will be your new home. Life on the Red Horse Ranch. Now let's enjoy life on Red Horse Ranch. Sam Carter is still undecided as to whether he should sell his Red Horse Ranch to Steve Bradford. Alabama, who is Carter's foreman, is hard at work trying to find out Bradford's reason for wanting to buy this and other ranches in the country. As we join the boys, they're singing. It must soothe her face with ring-tum faddly-a. I loved her and she loved me. I loved her and she loved me. Where one of us went, the other would be ring-tum faddly-a. Before she would cry, ring-tum faddly-a. If she'd be my wife, I'd ask her if she'd be my wife. Then we'd live happy all our life. Ring-tum faddly-a. Oh, say, boys, here comes Miss Rose down at the corral. Do you remember the words that you made after that tune about her? Sure. Well, give us a chord, Arizona, sing it. I had a gal and her name was Rose. I had a gal and her name was Rose. Curly hair and turned up nose. Ring-tum faddly-a. Come on, can't you give us some more? I reckon these bold-legged buckaroos have a few more tunes up their sleeves. Then let's hear them. You look like you're riding somewhere, Miss Rose. Want someone to saddle up a horse for you? Thanks, Bob, if you don't mind. Oh, it's such a pretty day. I just couldn't stay in the house. All right. Which horse would it be? You want to ride Blackie? Why, yeah. Oh, Alabama, let me ride Red, will you? Red? Oh, well, I tell you, Miss Rose, Red ain't exactly used to the saddle. Oh, all right. But I'm not going to give up asking. Go ahead, Bob. Blackie's all right. Sure. That's a horse for you. Blackie's a little gun shy, but she's all right. Well, I'll have her saddled in a jiffy. Okay, Bob. Now how about the music? Oh, say, Tex Owens has got through thinking up a right pretty tune. How'd you like to hear that one? Oh, I'd like to. Please sing it for me, Tex. Oh, yeah, come on. Sure, well, at the head of the draw. While I was herding, I heard I rode down the slope, my pony in a loathe I saw, I pulled on the reins My pony, he stopped Come staggering to me He seemed to know I had saved him from harm He wiggled, he said She was dead at the head of the I remember one day this never will know He seemed to be restless, hunger and wheat And called He started for the canyon And he stumbled to his fate To the head of... Old Tex Owens has always got a song for a fella. Uh, Alabama, if I can't ride Red At least you'll let me get a look at him, won't you? Sure, I will. I've got him down there in the pasture, Carell. Come on, let's go down. Oh, uh, Arizona, you wouldn't like to come along and see Red, would you? I wouldn't. I'm gunning for that hard. You old swayback, you'd better stay here. If you ever want to ride something again you can ride that guitar. Well, I don't know this guitar's a little frisky but I think I can tame it. Well, try it. I want to show you a new trick I taught Red yesterday. All right, Alabama, you say he's down in the pasture, Carell? Yeah, my golly, you know, it seems like that horse is getting smarter every day. And someday I'm going to ride him. You just wait and see. Oh, say, Rose, before we go any further I've just got to apologize to you for the way I acted last night in front of Steve Bradford. Oh, forget about it, Alabama. I know just how you felt. Well, I couldn't stand there and be talked to like that. Well, you see, Alabama, Steve thinks that you're keeping Dad from selling out to him. He just doesn't realize how much we all love the Red Horse Ranch. He couldn't. Of course we can't hold it against Steve or want him to buy. Oh, poor Dad's almost worried to death. You know, Steve's raised his offer and he insists that Dad give his answer by next Friday. By next Friday? He sure is rushing things, ain't he? Hey, where is that pretty ron of yours, Alabama? Why, I don't see him. Red's gone. Well, do you suppose he jumps the fence? Well, I don't see what else he could do. I'm not surprised at that. Red runs like a deer. I know. Well, I was counting on saddling up and riding with you. Now I'll have to go out and look for him. Well, I hope he hasn't wandered too far. Well, Bob ought to have blacky saddled and ready for you now. Let's get back. All right. No, Alabama. Dad still worries about me every time I ride a horse as if I hadn't been riding all my life. I can trust you to handle a horse as good as any man, Rose. Thank you. It was born in you. Say, listen to Arizona go on that guitar. He's still hard at it. Oh, he's a dandy. You saddle up and ride out with me to find Red. Red? Where'd that wrong go to, Alabama? Well, that's what I'm wondering. He jumped clean over that pasture corral fence. Hey, don't give us none of the horse could jump that fence. Somebody must have left the gate open. No, sir. That gate's latched. The only way Red could have got out is to jump out. Here's blacky all saddled and ready, Miss Rose. Oh, thanks, Bob. But, boys, before I go, just one more song for me, please. I'll tell you one Rose always did like, boys. It's a great granddad. Oh, that's well singing for me. I'll see you later, boys. Well, blacky. I'll help you up, Rose. There you go. Thanks, Alabama. I never in my life saw a gal that could stick in the saddle the way Rose can. She's sure a fine rider. Her dad's got no reason to be anxious about her handling a pony. Well, now I've got a saddle pin on. Go look for Red. Well, you may be able to tread him on the soft ground now, Alabama. That's right, Cheyenne. I don't reckon he could be hard to find. Hey, look, carnation's going on. The war's over. Alabama, look, Miss Rose. It's a runaway. It's like he's scared to death of a gun. We've got to stop that horse. Rose can't stop him. He's heading right for the draw. She'll never stop him. Well, what if I only had Red now? Open that gate, Alabama. Hurry up. Your horse ain't saddled yet, Alabama. I'll ride the bear back. Bob, ride after me. Let's go. We'll never make it. Blackie's gone plumb wild. Get a petal. We've got to make it. Rose will be killed. There's someone coming out of the trees up there. It's Steve Bradford. He's heading raw. Man, that's luck for you. Steve's got Rose over on his horse. She's saved. Oh, they're off. Rose, Rose, you all right? Blackie just went crazy. I guess Steve saved my life. We're powerful, grateful to you, Steve. We'd never made it to her in time. Looks like it's getting dangerous for a girl to be around your outfit, Alabama. I'd be mighty careful with my guns if I was you. And I'd be mighty glad to find out who fired them shots. Oh, come on, Rose. Bob's getting blackie. You can ride to the house with me. You'd better ride with me, Rose. It might not be safe on that horse. Get up. Now, who in blazes did fire them shots? That's something to think about, isn't it? But we're glad Rose is safe and unharmed thanks to Steve Bradford. We wonder if Alabama knows who fired those shots.