 Give me Tai-Yi-Oh, get long little doggies. It's your misfortune and none of my own. Give me Tai-Yi-Oh, get long little doggies. You know that Wyoming will be your new home. Life on the Red Horse Ranch. Red Horse Ranch. Rose Carter, daughter of Sam Carter, owner of Red Horse Ranch, will soon be home from school in the east. And today, all the boys in the Red Horse Outfit are entering a horse race. And the winner gets the honor of driving into the station and bringing Rose back to the ranch. Well, here they are. But Alabama, Sam Carter's foreman, is down in the corral. Come on. Just a little closer. Whoa, boy. Whoa, Red. I ain't going to hurt you. Steady, boy. Steady. Why, what's the matter with you, Red? Old Alabama ain't going to hurt you any? Sorry, Alabama. I guess it was me the bronc was running from. I didn't see you coming up, Idaho. I didn't think that bronc would be running from me. Gosh, ain't he a beauty? You don't really count on riding that kiosk in the race, do you, Alabama? Oh, this pony's going to be plumb used to me before I ever put a saddle blanket on him. I'm riding old Ben in the race. Well, I guess you've been around horses as much as I have, Alabama. But I'm telling you again, no man's ever going to straddle that horse and stay on. Idaho, there's only one man that'll ever ride that horse. And that's me. Well, I hope you don't break your neck finding out you're wrong. But listen, the boys is all up there waiting. Well, I guess I'll have to leave you, Red. I got to get up there and win the chance to drive in after Miss Rose. Well, Alabama, that's what I come down here to see you about. What do you mean? Well, I know Carter's getting a wallop out of having us race to see who drives in after Rose when she comes home. But say, you ain't backing out, are you, Idaho? Oh, it ain't that, Alabama. But, well, I know Rose means a lot to you. And she might like it if you was to meet her. You just say the word, and I won't mind holding my pony back in the race. Idaho, you old sourdough. I ought to make you ride a knighthood for a week just for that. Anyhow, what makes you think old Ben can't beat your pony? Oh, just as you say. Bob's in this race, anyhow, and we've got him to contend with. Get it out of your head about me and Miss Rose, with her coming home from school back east. I ain't the man for her. Take some nice kid now, like tender foot. Oh, that ain't doing right by yourself, and you know it out there. Oh, forget it, Idaho. I think you've got scared of this race. Not so as you could notice it, Bob. I figure old Ben's still got enough spirit to outrun any man on a red horse. You needn't stop singing now, just because I came up. Well, we're just showing off to some of the crowd around here. News of this race sure got around in a hurry. Well, by golly, that's old Dan Higgins. Hi, Bob, buddy. Hey, you couldn't keep me away from a horse race. Well, good luck to you, fella. I reckon he's going to need it when he gets to eating my pony's dust. We'll see about that, Bob. But say, I got to get over there and tighten the senses on old Ben. Oh, Tex, as long as all these crowds here, why don't you sing them that new song you wrote? Oh, you mean The Rustler's Warning? Yeah, that's the one. I think that's the one. Well, I'll try it. Here it goes. And soon I was placed five years in jail If you see brother before I do Tell him, don't act, I'll be happy Sling for me I sell my money, listen to me, I'm free Leave bad company alone They will teach you games and run But, Tex, say, I got all the way from shy into the Gulf to hear you sing. I'll be hearing him plenty when Dad Carter throws that big dance up at the house. Dance? I hear nothing about that, Bob. You'll hear soon enough with Rose coming back home Dad Carter's bound to throw some sort of a shindig. Oh, Bob, talking to Dad, is it true he may lose the Red Horse Ranch? Well, I can't say, Dan. Carter keeps those things pretty well to himself. Say, Dan, if you really want to hear some play and me and some of the boys have got a French harp quartet, that'll knock you loose from a limb. Well, you might as well play it first, Dan. Well, all right. Come on, boys, and let's get it. Why, sure, Cookie, what is it? Oh, whoa, Ben, whoa. Well, as you see, I hear you're going to race with the rest of the boys. That's right. Well, just to be sure you win that I've rung you this rabbit's foot. Well, I'm mighty obliged to you, Cookie. Mr. Alabama, that ain't no ordinary rabbit's foot. Huh? What is it? That's a jackrabbit's foot, yeah. Well, I'll tell you, I'll tie it right around Ben's neck here, Cookie. You're confidential, Mr. Alabama. Mm-hmm. I was counting on being a cowboy but you're riding horses like you do someday, too. Well, Cookie, a cowboy's got to be bold-legged to ride a horse. You about as knock me there's a two-day-old coat. Yeah, I know it's dad, but you see, I've been sitting straight out of a barrel every day this week and I was getting my leg in shape. But listen, Cookie, if I was you, I'd get back into that kitchen. I heard Mr. Carter tell you to have Chuck ready right as soon as this race was over. Yeah, it's practically done now. It's practically done. Me and old Ben's all ready to go. Mr. Carter will be down from the house in just a minute. He's going to start us. Oh, yeah. Yeah, go ahead. The race has got to be from the gate down the road to that boulder. That's all right with you, Alabama? Sure it is. Oh, say, ain't that Mr. Carter coming now? Yeah, come on, fellas. Let's ride into a good tune for it. And say, I'll tell you a good one for the occasion. What's that? Pony Boy, is that Sue Depp? Yeah! Pony Boy, Pony Boy, won't you be my Pony Boy? Don't say no. Here we go off across the plain. Marry me, carry me right away with you. Here, here, here. Whoa, my Pony Boy. Pony Boy, Pony Boy, won't you be my Pony Boy? Don't say no. Here we go off across the plain. Marry me, carry me right away with you. Here, here, here. Whoa, my Pony Boy. Hey, hey, hey! The man with you and Idaho and Bob ready for the race? We sure, Mr. Carter, anytime you say. Get on your ponies, boys. Well, now I'll start you off with my gun. And I'm promising again. One of you boys who wins this race gets to drive in after my daughter rules when she comes home. Well, that's some inducement, Dan. And listen, when Rose gets home, I'm having a big dance up the house. And if any of you galutes dare to stay away from that dance, well, I'll have it out with you personally. I shall be there. All right, now get lined up there, boys. Are you ready? Wait a minute. Move over there, Bob. Yeah, we ready? There they go. When I sleep there. Yeah, when Idaho's closing in on an old secret race. Yeah, it's between Idaho and Alabama for sure. Alabama's still leading. Yeah! Hey, hey, hey! What's happened? Alabama's horse is felling. You better get out of there. It looks like a bad fall. Alabama must have stopped you. Say, Alabama's picking himself up. Must be all right. Alabama, Alabama, are you hurt? No. It's not me, this hurt. It's old Ben's leg. This is his last race, poor fella. Well, Idaho, I guess you win after all. Uh, sure too bad about your horse, Alabama. He was running a mighty good race, too. Well, I guess I shouldn't have made him run like that. Take care of him, will you, boys? I can't. Uh, I'm going back to the bunk out. Roar! Faithful Ben, gone. Too bad for Alabama. But it is a break for Idaho. Now he gets to drive to town for rows. And we'll all enjoy meeting her. And say, by the way, will Alabama ever succeed in taming his beautiful roan horse?