 It's a guy, a yo-yo, get along, little doggies, it's your first fortune and the lion. It's a guy, a yo-yo, get along, little doggies, you know that Wyoming will be your new home. Life on the Red Horse Ranch. It's evening at Red Horse Ranch, and all the boys are down in the corral. It's time being, they've forgotten about Steve Bradford and his attempt to buy the Red Horse Ranch from Sam Carter. Alabama's finally decided it's time to break red, his beautiful ron horse. Let's join them and see if Alabama has any luck. Even Cheyenne, goodbye, oh paid, I'm a leaving Cheyenne. I'm a leaving Cheyenne, I'm off for Montan. Goodbye, oh paid, I'm a leaving Cheyenne. My feet are in stirrups, my bridles in my hand. Goodbye, my little doggie, my pony won't stand it. Goodbye, oh paid, I'm a leaving Cheyenne. Goodbye, oh paid, I'm a leaving Cheyenne. I'm a leaving Cheyenne, I'm off for Montan. Goodbye, oh paid, I'm a leaving Cheyenne. Oh paid's a good pony, he paces when he can. Goodbye, my little Annie, I'm off to Montan. Goodbye, oh paid, I'm a leaving Cheyenne. Goodbye, oh paid, I'm a leaving Cheyenne. I'm a leaving Cheyenne, I'm off for Montan. Goodbye, oh paid, I'm a leaving Cheyenne. Hey, you sure you got your car all made up at the Bunkhouse, Alabama? What in tarnation are you talking about, Bob? Well, I just figured we wouldn't want to bother about that when we had to carry you up there. You better get the book or his up, Arizona. We may have to drive two or three miles to find Alabama if he gets off that wrong. Well, going with your joking boys, have a good time. But wait until Tenderfoot and Idaho drive that pony in here. You're heading for the surprise of your life. You're going to have to get someone else besides me to help saddle him. I don't count on being Paul to death. I'm a saddling red myself. No one's going to touch that horse anytime but me. Well, you ain't going to be touching him long. You won't even have time to pull leather. You never saw me pull leather yet, did you, Arizona? I never saw you trying to ride a cyclone before either. Why, Tex Ones, you tin horn you, come down off of that fence. I ought to break your neck for laughing at me like that. You better save your energy for red. He'll give you enough fight. Yeah, get your guitar, Tex, and sing him something soothing. Oh, here's one for Alabama, all right. As I was going to the nautil in town, riding a horse back on a gray mare, shadow white mane and tail and a list on her back, and there wasn't a hair on her but what was gold black. My mare stood still, she threw me in the ditch, she bruised my shirt, she dirtied my skin, I mounted my bridle and saddle again, and with my tin-toes I rode over the plain, and a king and a queen and a cump on me more. Riding a horse back or walking before, musicians with fiddlers are beating the drum, with his heels in his pockets, oh, how he did run. I pulled off my head with a natural disgrace, asking the way, though I knew not the place. It made them all ashamed, they scarcely looked down and asked from the way to the nautil in town. I went to bed to take a nightseed, I scarcely could sleep for the license of flea. Rolled and tumbled and scratched all night, I scarcely could scratch just as fast as led by. I rode up the streets, no one could I see, the streets were all crowded, gazing at me, the bells were all told, the people did stare to see a coach and six horses drawn by a gray bear. I set my set down on a hot, frozen stone, a thousand all round me, I was there all alone. Pop a glass of wine and drive sadness away and a staffel in the dust and it rained all day. It rained and it hailed and stood in the storm, I had to hold my hat in my hand to keep my head warm. I asked Miss Susie, would you fancy me now and we would get married tomorrow just now. That ain't in a gray bear, I'm a feeling text. No sir, he's young and he's red and he ain't a horse, he's a wild cat. Hey, here comes the boys now and they're driving red, isn't she? That's me down off this band. Hey, get away from the gate there. Close the gate there, one of you fellas, but stay on the outside. Well, he knows who's boss. Now keep down over that fence, you make him nervous. Well, he makes me nervous, all right. Come on, Red, nobody's gonna hurt you. It's just your old partner, Alabama. No one's touching Red, but me. If we're in his you're down. Easy there, Red, stand still. Thank you, Will. Here, how about a lump of sugar? There you are. Open your mouth. That's it. That bridal ain't gonna hurt you. Got his bridal on, all right. Yeah, but Wade Lee tries to snag a light. Don't look too good to me. That bronc ain't so much as wink tonight. Just Wade Lee comes on board. He'll set up a whirlwind that'll tear things up from here to there. Stand still, now, Red. I'll just tighten up these trenches just a little. There you are. And now, boys, you'll see how a good cowboy rides. High, wide, and handsome. Now watch Alabama eat, Red. Red is a kind of a hump. I don't like them hind feet. Well, here I go. His boss hasn't moved a muscle. Well, his horse is his tamer's old Tomcat. Now, come on, Red. Let's take a little turn around the pen. That's it. Now, a little faster. Easy now. Arizona, open the gate. Let's show them a little speed, Red. The thing that I laid off half a day's work to see that. Well, we didn't get any excitement here. Come on, Arizona, get a hold of that bandage. Maybe we can get it to kick a little. There it is. Whoa. Say, you sure missed out on something. Alabama rode Red without half a try. Why didn't he tell me he was going to? Well, I guess he didn't want you to be here in case Red did get frisky. We all thought Red would go wild. Well, where's Alabama now, Tender? He's in the corral there. Is there something wrong, Rose? No, I guess not. Alabama. Did you want to see me, Rose? I've got to talk to you. I've just got to. Oh, why, sure. We'll go up on the veranda. Uh, let Red out of the corral, boys, but don't get near him. He might not treat you like he did me. Okay, Alabama. Hang down your head and song. What was it, Rose? You look worried about something. Oh, Alabama, why haven't I been told? Why, I don't know what you mean, Rose. But you must have known. Steve Bradford was just up at the house telling me everything about the drought and the cattle dying. Poor Dad doesn't even know how he's going to meet the loan on the place this spring. Or it is true, isn't it? Rose, I don't know what to say. Anyhow, Steve Bradford had no business saying a word to you about it. Well, I think I should have known. And at least Steve Bradford's been kind enough to try to help us. He told me he'd made Dad an offer for the ranch. So that's what he told you, is it? I've known this all the time. And poor Dad's been worrying himself sick over it. Oh, Alabama, why didn't you tell me? Well, your Dad asked me not to. None of us wanted you to worry, Rose. Well, let's just like him. But, Alabama, we've got to do something. Well, I'd hope we could do something before you found out, Rose. Your Dad said on having you finish school now. Alabama, I'm not going back to school. I'm going to stay here with you and Dad and fight this thing through. Good for you, Rose. But it's too bad she had to find out about the trouble. And we can hardly blame Alabama for feeling angry. Why did Steve Bradford tell all this to Rose? Just what is Bradford's purpose? It's getting to be quite a mystery, isn't it?