 If the Ty-Y-Y-O get along with the bees, it's your misfortune, and not my own. If the Ty-Y-Y-O get along with the bees, you know that Wyoming will be your new home. Life on the Red Horse Ranch. The Alabama Rose and Mr. Carter remain at Red Horse Ranch. The rest of the outfit are out on the roundup, bringing in all of the Red Horse herd. Mr. Carter intends to sell his entire herd this spring in order to raise enough money to save his Red Horse ranch. Because of Alabama's recent injury, Mr. Carter placed Steve Bradford in charge of his outfit on the roundup. Let's join them, it's evening. We're doing night herd tonight with Tenderfoot. Wouldn't do no harm to double up the guard when it's Bradford. Getting all these cows back to the Red Horse Ranch is mighty important. I'm boss of this outfit now, I'll give instructions. Now you'll be back with the herd as soon as you can. Ride round them slow and see that they don't stray off the bedground. I reckon we know how to night herd, being with a Red Horse outfit for the last 15 years. You will take my orders now, Idaho, or you'll pack out of here pronto. Alabama isn't your boss now. So I've noticed. Now get on up to the chuck wagon. I'll be expecting you out here with the herd in a half hour. Well, I guess we might as well put on the morale, Idaho. Yeah, let's go, Prince. If that Bradford knows how to round up a herd of cows, I'm a sod-button squatter. Round up, Bradford. Someday I'm going to fly off at that umbra. What's he doing out here anyhow, trying to tell a cruncher what to do? I never had to take orders in my life. You know, this is the first roundup I can remember where Alabama wasn't along. Bradford sure talked himself into a sweet spot with the big boss. Bob, I'm telling you, there's something behind all this. Bradford coming into this country, buying up the land around here. Harder won't sell out a red horse outfit. Bradford's old. What does Bradford do but offer to be straw boss on the roundup? You figure it out. Oh, I'm too tired for that. Sure ain't going to be like the old days with Alabama standing back at the ranch house with that busted head of his. Smell that coffee at the chuck wagon, Idaho. Yeah, whoa, Prince. Hope that coffee's done. I sure hope it ain't as bad as it was last night. No, it couldn't be. You may have to chew it a little bit before you swallow it though. I can make better coffee if you find me some good water. Oh, and they ain't none of them. Oh, dry up and get the java poured out, Cookie. I'm getting back to the herd. You mean me, Mr. Idle? Ain't you going to eat nothing except some coffee? I just hope some powerful country's dry out. Never mind. Just hand me that java. What's hailing you, Idaho? Your touch is a cook. Roundup, without Alabama. Whatever put it in to Dad Carter to send out a straw boss like that Bradford over to this outfit. I'll agree with you most positively, Miss Idaho. Oh, Bradford, you almost think I was the cook in the cook cell from the whole outfit the way he's been making me work around here. Well, I suppose we just well make the best of it. What went wrong with your mouth harp, Arizona? Oh, you want some music, do you? I'll sing for you. You never asked for nothing like that. Give me another slap with that salt pork, Cookie. I'll show you some singing. What is singing? Oh, I've got no use for the women. I true what may seldom be found in my gutter bottom. Hey, what in tarnation's gone wrong with the herd that turned near Stampede? My golly, it's Arizona's singing that didn't. Oh, what are you talking about? Hey, Tex, hurry up and sing something. See if you can get them doggies to quiet down. Well, I think this will do the trick all right, Bob. Slow up doggies, quit your roving around, you've walked over the ground. Oh, graze along doggies and feed kind of slow. Don't squatted many a doggie down out here on this range. I reckon you're right, Bob. Singing will do it when nothing else. All right, all of us try one. Well, here's Tenderfoot. Looks sort of tuckered out to me. You just getting in Tenderfoot? All right, boys. Yeah, need any help, Cookie? Well, I'm here at Tenderfoot. You just sit down and rest yourself. That Bradford been working the hide right off in your bones. Don't mind moving, do you, Bob? Bradford says you're doing knighthood tonight. Don't he figure you're doing enough by wrangling the remuda and helping Cookie here to chuck wagon? Well, he says he needs me out there. We're going to hobble the horses, so I won't have to watch him. Well, I'll be powerful glad when this drive is over. Funny how we've been looking forward to it so much. You rest yourself a while, Tenderfoot. I reckon we're all pretty tired and fed up. I'll sleep on my saddle. I peel my sea bag. Is a big pea. Bright stars up yonder. Do the cowboys lie down at this owner's dash over its bread. To the wolves in the canyon. Guess we better move on out with a herd. Cheyenne and the other boys will be wanting to come in right soon. We'll be relieving you out there on guard along about midnight, boys. That's what Bradford says. Bradford. I'd like to see him get a cow by the tail just once. Say, quiet, Idaho. That may be him riding into camp there now. I don't mind him knowing what I think. Hey, who is that? He didn't ride up from the herd. Howdy, strangers. Well, I'm a snorting longhorn. It's Alabama. Well, push me over. Well, dog gone if it eats. Try yourself out of that saddle and be quick about it. It is Alabama. Where'd you come from, Alabama? What's got into you, sourdough, standing there all sprouted out. You ain't never seen me miss a round up yet. Well, you old maverick you. You old hooded frog. No, sir, cookie. A ghost can't eat biscuits and bacon and fried spuds and that's just what I'm going to do right now. Move over here. I'm going to get ready right now. But, Alabama, what did you do? How did you happen to join us after all? Well, wait till I get myself set down here with a farm. Well, boys, this is one time I sort of walked out on the boss. With you fellas out here, I couldn't any more hold myself around that ranch house and a bud can swim. So I slipped out and saddled up red and here I am. I reckon the old boss is just finding it out. Well, you old pole cat. Man, I knew things couldn't last the way they was. Come on, Arizona, let's get in the saddle. As I was walking down the street, down the street, down the street The birdie gal had a chance to meet under the silvery moon Buffalo cows once come out tonight, come out tonight, come out tonight Buffalo cows once come out tonight, dance for the light of the moon Hey, change, change, change, coming out tonight, coming out tonight, coming out tonight Hey, change, change, change, coming out tonight, dance for the light of the moon Hey! Well, boys, you wait till I get red out there with a herd. I'll show you a horse that can cut with the best of them. Well, we'll tell them Slorton long horns in now. I guess that's some of the rest of the boys coming up from bedding down the herd. Get up here, you rusty, we'll see who's here. I don't know, Bob, tenderfoot, get back with that herd. You think you can spend half the night at the Chuck wagon? Oh, it's Bradford. All right, come on, let's get going, straddle your horses and ride on back. Oh, Alabama, how did you get here? Sure, it's Alabama. Don't mind another hand, do you, Bradfoot? Carter, put me in charge of this outfit, Alabama. You're no longer the foreman while I'm here. Well, I don't mind, I can ride for you. Right, sure you won't get dizzy again and fall off your horse like you did over on my Bordy. I know when to keep my eyes open now, Bradford. I'm sure that won't happen again. You're mighty sure of yourself, aren't you? Well, I'll take that out of you. Bob, you're staying in camp tonight. Alabama can do night herd, tonight and every night. Let Steve Bradford's turning out to be rather unfriendly to all the boys in the outfit, isn't he? What is Alabama to do? Perhaps he's learned something more about Bradford since we last saw him.