 Life on the Red Horse Ranch. There's plenty of excitement at the Red Horse Ranch today. On the last night of the roundup, cattle thieves rode up and drove away many of the herd. Alabama and the boys insisted on going after the rustlers, but Steve Bradford, who was temporarily in charge of the outfit, forced them to come back without putting up a fight. This puts Mr. Carter in a very bad spot, as he was depending on selling the entire herd to help save the ranch from creditors. Alabama, Bradford, Rose, and Sam Carter are talking of the trouble at the ranch house. Hair for the Red Horse herd gone. It had to happen this year. I'm mighty sorry, Mr. Carter. That's what happened. The rustlers rode up in the night firing their guns and stampeding the herd. We did the best we could to save them. Oh, Dad, what are we going to do now? Well, we might be able to round up a few more of what's left, but I expect the rustlers saw to that. And I needed every cow with the Red Horse brand to carry me through. There won't be enough money for what's left to cover the interest, let alone the loan itself. Oh, I never realized that men could be so cruel. Isn't there some way this lawlessness could be stopped? Oh, no, quiet, Rose. I guess we're not the first to suffer from rats like that. Well, believe me, if I ever get my sights lined on them casualties, there'll be an end to this trouble. How far did you follow them? Well, uh, I tell you, Mr. Carter, we... I'll tell you that, Mr. Carter. We didn't follow them. The whole sneaking outfit got out right from under our very noses. What? Well, Alabama, I never thought you'd run into anything like that without fighting back. I think you forget, Mr. Carter. I wasn't foreman of that outfit on the roundup. You're going to have to talk to Steve Bradford here about that. Oh, of course, yes. How about it, Bradford? Well, Mr. Carter, I knew how important this herd was to you. That's the reason I told them to stay and say what they could. They got the milling in no time, what was left of them. You know, that's not what I wanted to do. We could have cleaned out that mob before they got out of the valley, then rounded up the cattle. Well, but we couldn't have caught them, it was pitch dark. While riding red, I'd have been up with them in three more jumps, and I would have been two if you hadn't have called us all back, and you know it. I know, but I didn't want anyone to get hurt. I felt responsible for all the boys. Mr. Carter, I'm saying right here and now, there ain't a man in your outfit that ever held back on his own account. I'm asking you again to let us go after them rustlers. We'll get them and bring back every last longhorn they took away from. Oh, no, no, you see that, Alibam. You know, the first thing we got to do is forget what's left up to Danville and the cars. It's beginning to rain outside. No telling when we can do that. But surely, Dad, there must be some way to bring those cattle back. We can't just sit by and not do anything about it. I don't reckon you'd have this red horse ranch now, Mr. Carter, if you hadn't fought for it a good many times. Yes, and now I'm too old to fight for what's mine. Oh, Dad, don't give up. Alibam and the boys want to go after them. And if there was an ounce of spunk in Bradford here, we'd have them rustlers where they couldn't cause us no more trouble right now. Alibam, I've stood here and took about all I'm going to. I offered my help and did the best I could. This is the thanks I get. Yes, that's right, Alibam. Well, you ought to be thanking Bradford for what he'd done for us. Well, if I made a mistake in what I did, Mr. Carter, I'll take the blame for it. I'll do what I can to make it right by. I reckon there ain't much left to do. Well, with so much of the herd gone and no chance to get enough money to meet your loan this spring, you'll probably be glad to get this ranch off your hand. Oh, no, never. Of course, Mr. Carter, I'd sort of given up the idea of buying you out, but, well, as long as things have happened the way they have, I'm still willing to take it at the same price I offered you before. Bradford, you've been a real friend of me. I want to shake your hand. Mr. Carter, for heaven's sake, try to listen to me. Of course, Bradford wants this ranch. He wants this ranch and every other piece of land in the whole country. I don't know what he wants it for, but then. I think you've said enough. Not half as much as what I'd like to say. If you want me, you'll find me out in the bunkhouse. Here stays but the remuted, they are done. It was a year of gold I stapled that he joined the outfit here. A little Texas stray and all alone. Little Joe the Ranger was called out with the rest and scarcely had the kid got to the herd. When the cattle they stampeded like a hail storm long they flew and all of us were riding for the lead. Next morning, just at Santa, we found the rocket belt down in the washout, 20 feet below. Beneath this horse, they killed a whole group of birds. Well, what did the big boss have to say, Alabama? Not near as much as I'm saying before this thing's over. Where's Arizona? He's out trying to keep that herd in. Looks like a pretty bad storm, doesn't it? Yeah, and them rustlers are getting further away with them red horse cows every minute. Already well is a good time to go after rustlers. You can slip up close on them without being spotted. Carter don't see it that way. That Steve Bradford in his slick tongue got him buffaloed plenty. Well, I wouldn't put a past Bradford to be on that rustling deal, and there's plenty of reasons for me thinking so. Well, they don't pay to talk until you're ready to do something about it, Cheyenne. Well, if you're a foreman of the outfit again now, Alabama, you know we're ready to follow you. Whatever you want to do, we'll stick by. Well, Carter may be right. If we was away from the ranch and something happened to the rest of the herd, we'd be to blame for it. My golly, that thunder's getting louder every minute. We'd better do something to get our minds off of this goings-on. Move that lantern over here, Cheyenne. I'll deal out a hand of poker. Want in on it, boys? Yeah, just while deal me a hand. My contender foot and me out, Bob. Keep on singing, Tex. It makes me think better. Shuffle them good there, Bob. Tender foot, you mind about what I was telling you when we was nightgarden the other night? You mean about Bradford and what you'd heard about him? Yeah. I think I told you I heard he used to live over in El Paso. Yeah? Well, I wrote a letter to the sheriff of El Paso to see if he knew anything about Bradford's deals over in that country. I remember that, Alabama. Well, if that sheriff ever answered my letter, it ought to be in Danville Post Office, might as soon. Why, that might be just the thing we need now. That's what I've been thinking and sooner than I thought. I don't want Carter to know what I'm doing just yet. For that matter, any of the rest of the boys. But I've got to get to Danville as soon as I can. Alabama, there's something else you told me out there. Or you started to tell me. Something about your horse, Red, is running away. Something about Bradford. Well, I'd rather not say anything about that now, Tender Foot. I've got to think a little bit. My wire out of the way. I'll punch no more cattle when the round up goes down. I'll go home for the rest of my days. Get along, little doge, get along. You ain't quitting all your taxes. I'm sorry, Alabama. I just ain't done moved tonight. Bob, what's the idea of holding a straight flush and not betting on it? You gone, low-co? Well, consarnate, who gives a hang about playing cards? I can't keep my mind on the game. Oh, well, come on, boys. That's no way to be feeling. Can't we all sing something to cheer us up? That's always something a cowboy can do when it's raining. Well, many's the time I've sung Old Chisholm Trail with the wind and the snore beaten in the face. It'll help if anything will. Oh, come on, boys. Let's swing into it. Come on, boys, and listen to my tale. I'll tell you all my troubles on the Old Chisholm Trail. Come on, tie-eye, yippie-yippie-eye. Come on, tie-eye, yippie-yippie-eye. On a $10 horse and a $40 saddle, and I'm going to punch in Texas cattle. Come on, tie-eye, yippie-yippie-eye. Yippie-eye, come on, tie-eye, yippie-yippie-eye. Old Ben Bolt was a flame-good boss, but he'd grow to see the girls on a sawback horse. Come on, tie-eye, yippie-yippie-eye. Come on, tie-eye, yippie-yippie-eye. Old Ben Bolt was a fine old man, and you'd know there was whiskey wherever he'd land. Come on, tie-eye, yippie-yippie-eye. Yippie-eye, come on, tie-eye, yippie-yippie-eye. It's cloudy in the west and I'm looking like rain, and I dirt no slickers in the wagon again. Come on, tie-eye, yippie-yippie-eye. Come on, tie-eye, yippie-yippie-eye. Grip on my horse, and I don't know how. Roping at the horns of a two-you cow. Come on, tie-eye, yippie-yippie-eye. Come on, tie-eye, yippie-yippie-eye. No shafts, no slicker, and it's pouring down rain, and I swear I'll never knife her to get. Come on, tie-eye, yippie-yippie-eye. Yippie-eye, come on, tie-eye, yippie-yippie-eye. Last night I was on guard, and the leader broke the ranks. Gip on horse down the shores, and I squirt him in the planks. Come on, tie-eye, yippie-yippie-eye. Yippie-eye, come on, tie-eye, yippie-yippie-eye. The wind commence to blow, and the rain begin to fall. The lift looked by. Crab flight was going to lose them all. Come on, tie-eye, yippie-yippie-eye. Come on, tie-eye, yippie-yippie-eye. I jumped in the saddle, and a crab broke the horn. I'm the best-earned cow, but your ever was born. Come on, tie-eye, yippie-yippie-eye. Yippie-eye, come on, tie-eye, yippie-yippie-eye. I've hurt him in the heart, and I've done very well. The boss said, boy, just let him go to hell! Wind and thunder on the trail. What is Carter to do? Will he finally sell out to Steve Bradford? Will Alabama find out the truth about Bradford in time to save Mr. Carter and the Red Horse Ranch?