 I, I, I, you'll, get long little geese. If you're the fortune and love of my own, yes, I, I, you'll, get long little geese. You know that Wyoming will be your new home. Life on the Red Horse Ranch. Yeah. Since Steve Bradford lost out in his attempt to buy the Red Horse Ranch, Alabama has instructed several of the boys to stay close to the house in case of trouble. But he has not told Sam Carter, owner of the ranch, about his suspicions. In the meantime, Alabama is ridden towards Bradford's Bar-D ranch to investigate a rumor that someone has been rustling some of the Red Horse herd. We find several of the boys standing outside the bunkhouse. Oh, he'll be packing in. I reckon he's taking his time looking around over past the Bar-D. Well, if what Dan Higgins says is true, that territory ain't so healthy for nobody from the Red Horse ranch. If Alabama only rode over to get a look around, and if anybody's really running the brands on our Red Horse cattle, we'll all get a chance to mix myths with them rustling varmints. Well, if Alabama don't get here mighty soon, I'm riding out after him. I know that. Pa, forget it, fellas. Let's see if we can scare away any more rattlesnakes. The whole herd's got to go on the market. Well, you can't start too soon for me, boss. We'll bring them the snort and longhorns in for you. Yeah, well, yeah, well. All right, Jolly, I wish I was as surprised as there used to be. I'd go with you. Sad really thinks he's getting old. Well, it ain't exactly a yield. And I guess I'll see if that lazy cook I hired in a week moment is getting something for a hungry man to eat. Hey, cookies! You here already, Mr. Carl? Oh, of course I am. Is Chuck ready? Well, he's practically ready. Just as I expected. Well, you get busy. That cookie's too lazy to grow fast. Alabama come in yet? Uh, no. We wasn't expecting him for a spell. He got on red and rode off looking for strength. Now, we're just singing a little music till Chow's ready. Let's get lined up on another one, Chow. Go ahead, boys. I'll take care of your horse, Miss Rose. Oh, thanks, Cheyenne. Is long gone by. I think Cheyenne looked a little worried. Cheyenne? Say, that's what he never worried about nothing. But doesn't it seem strange that Alabama isn't in yet? I noticed he didn't ride out with the rest of you this morning. Oh, Alabama's all right. Anyhow, Red will bring Alabama in. No need worrying about that. Yeah, Red'll bring him in. Now, I'm getting plumb jealous of him. Having the best Bronco on the Red Horse range. Well, but he brought him in off the range himself. Yeah, I know. That's the trouble having somebody around that's got more horse sense than I have. Always beating me to the best horses. Well, I could beat anybody to the Chuck house if Cookie ever got Chuck ready. I'll hand him my guitar, Bob. The only way to forget about my stomach is to sing. Go ahead, Tex. Sing one of your own songs. Well, I'll do it if it costs Dad the best car in the lot. On the banks of a loan. And she said, I'm gonna start singing with Tex. Say, I'd rather hear you boys sing than eat any day. Go ahead, all of you. Oh, come on, Cheyenne. The boys are just getting ready to sing another song. And you got your pony on the saddle, Miss Rose. Oh, thanks. Bust the corral gate, though. Mine helped me fix it, Bob. Yeah, we can get at it after chow if you're in a hurry. Oh, well, I think we'd better get it done now. Oh, but not now, Cheyenne. Well, if you don't mind, Miss Rose, one of the saddle horses might get out. Go ahead with your song, fellas. Come on, Bob. Yeah. That's funny. Seems powerful strange you'd want to fix that fence right now, Cheyenne. That ain't that, Bob. I tell you something's happened to Alabama. I didn't want to say nothing in front of Miss Rose. I've got the same feeling. Alabama shouldn't ever start it over there alone. A cattle rustler just to soon kill a man is look at him. Well, we've got to get back and get Miss Rose to the house and then ride out and find him. I've kept my horse saddle just looking for trouble like this. Well, let's get back. We can't waste a minute. Cheyenne, did you and Bob get that lot gate fixed already? Why, Miss Rose, good to see you. Oh, listen. Hey, what in tarnation is that? I lost my local again. Oh, yeah, it's red. Alabama's lost. Look at where's Alabama. He was riding red. Well, it looks like he's trying to kick the gate down. I love the gate. Come on, boy. Come on. Hey, look. Look, he won't go in the gate. Oh, I know something's happened to Alabama. There's no redness for me. He won't go in the corral. He won't do nothing. Well, wait here. Let me talk to him. He knows me, I think. Red, steady now. Quiet down, old boy. Tenderfoot, Tenderfoot, put a saddle on Prince. Quick, I'm going on red. But, Rose, look out. Oh, what's happening? Oh, Dad, it's red. He just came in and Alabama's not with him. Hey, get my horse out of there, owner. Cheyenne, you come along with me the rest of you. But, Dad. Well, there goes red. We better follow him. Let's go. How would you boys like to be treated like babies? How about us? We didn't get to ride with him either. Yes, just because you had to stay here with me. Oh, now what's wrong with you, Cookie? No, Cookie, it's Alabama. Dad and the boys are riding out to find him. Hey, Cookie, come on back here. You think that burrow of yours could keep up with a horse? I never saw that burrow run in my life. Cookie, get back to the house and see that some coffee's ready. Here they come, riding back. They're bringing someone in. Oh, and red's still with them. Is that Alabama? Give me a hand. Oh, Dad. Take him in the house, boys. Now, easy. He's here with him now. Oh, it is Alabama. He's hurt. Red saved Alabama. What happened? Is Alabama badly hurt? What has he to tell? Let's be listening.