 We know that Wyoming will be our new home. Life on the Red Horse Ranch. Before Trigger Dawson, outlaw chief was killed, he gave to little Dewey Dawson a mysterious locket with the warning that he was never to open it or let anyone else have it. Since Dewey joined the folks on Red Horse Ranch, two of Dawson's old outlaw gang escaped from the Roaring River Jail. Alabama and the boys believe that they are the two riders who have been trying to take that locket away from Dewey. But Dewey, remembering Trigger Dawson's warning, still insists that he must not open it. First, let's go down to the bunkhouse on Red Horse Ranch. Take us away from this ranch a little while, if we ever find words seen in that locket after all. The other thing we'll never find out if Dewey won't let us open it, that's the stubbornest kid I ever saw in my life. Well, Dewey says his dad gave him that locket and told him never to open it or let anyone have it. He's just trying to be loyal to his dad. Yeah, but as long as his dad's dead, somebody's got to open that locket, sometimes it better be us and those outlaws. Must be something mighty important in that locket with the rest them outlaws took to try to get it. Well, I'll tell you, Bob, it wouldn't have to be so important. You might be just sort of superstitious about that locket. That's true. I remember an old friend of mine, Chief Blackfeather, is a full-blooded Sioux Indian. He used to have a charm he wore around his neck. Indians are superstitious. Now, Idaho, are you right sure you ever saw an Indian? I sure I did. Me and Chief Blackfeather was the best of friends. We got that way the time I, well, I better tell you about it. We better sing, boys. Brave and gay, he rode one day to battle. Moon shines tonight on pretty red wings. The breeze is sighing, the night is crying. Far, oh, far, need to start her brave and sleepy. While Redwood's sleeping, her heart away. She watched pouring day and night. She kept all the campfires bright. And under the sky, each night, she would lie and dream about his coming by and by. But when all the brave returned, far, far away, her warrior gave out bravely in the fray. Now, the moon shines tonight on pretty red wings. The breeze is sighing, the night is crying. Far, oh, far, need to start her brave and sleepy. While Redwood's sleeping, her heart away. Old Blackfeather guarded this charm with his life. He called it um-gwa-to-to. That means in English, spirit of the great wind. Yeah, I can hear that wind blowing right now. It's getting plenty windy in here. Now, Bob, you keep still and let me tell you. There was several tribes of Indians that wanted to get a hold of this um-gwa-to-to charm of Chief Blackfeather. We had to go clear back into the hills to get away from them. But even then, one whole tribe followed us. And they just about took us by surprise, too. Well, sir, we knew the only thing to do was to run for our lives. And they just about had us when what did Chief and me see right ahead of us, but a whole herd of wild buffalo. Yeah, and I suppose you took that um-gwa-to-to-to-to charm on the buffalo and the Indians both. Ah, sir, ah, sir. We found out right there that charm wasn't worth anything. There we was, run from Indians on one side and a herd of wild buffalo stampede for all that was worth heading right toward it. Well, sir, Chief Blackfeather, he was about to give up. But I know there was one chance out of a thousand. So what did I do but tell the chief to follow me and we jumped on the back of the leader of that buffalo herd. Yes, sir. And jumped from one back to the other, clean across that herd and jumped to the ground safe on the other side. Oh! What happened to the Indians, Idaho? Did they jump across on the back of the herd of buffaloes, too? No, sir. No, sir. That herd caught the whole tribe of Indians right in its path. In its path? And there was nary one left to tell the story. Oh! See, I saw an Indian once. He had the height of a full-grown buffalo used it to make his wig bomb. Now, tender foot, don't go telling us nothing like that. Now, you know that we don't like to hear fellas exaggerate around here. Yeah. There's only one fellow that's in Idaho's class when it comes to telling stories. That's Crue Bluebill. Crue Bluebill, who's that? Well, give me a vamp voice and I'll tell you all about it. Come on, boys. I grew up in the mountains. Oddward the snakes have laid. Oh, whereabouts begin English? And the roosters lay squaring. I sleep by beard and mustache. The morning I was born. And that night beat up my old man and drank his ride. Oh! I never told a falsehood and a bet I never will. I've had some great adventures. Tale of the seven seas. I've seen many monsters from lions down to fleas. Squam in the wide Pacific. I walked around the room. I waited 40 feet of snow the 31st of June. Crue Bluebill, I never told a falsehood and a bet I never will. One time when I was shipwrecked on islands in the sea, my cannibals I was captured and was tied up to a tree. They've danced and beat their tom-toms. They got rather rough. They said I would not make good spend. I wasn't too dark on top. Oh! They call me Crue Bluebill. I never told a falsehood. We may be good at making up stories, but I'm telling you, when we get this business, a Dewey's Locket figured out, we're gonna have a real story to tell. Do you suppose Alabama's still arguing with the boy about opening the locket? Like it's not. Dewey sure has got a mind of his own. He don't want that locket opened, and Alabama or no other longhorn's gonna talk him into it. Well, Alabama and Dewey are up at the ranch house with Rose and Mr. Carter, aren't they? Yeah. Dewey ain't got much of a chance against them three. No, not them. But they'll be down before long. We might as well not let it bother us. That's right, I know. Come on, boys, let's do some more singing. We ain't tried yellow rose of Texas for a long time. Wait a minute. She's the sweetest rose of color this fellow ever knew. Her eyes are bright as diamond. Dewey, don't you see that we're trying to do this for your own good? Just let us open your locket and see what it is these outlaws are trying to get. No, sir, you can't have it. But why not, Dewey? Right, you know that Alabama and all of us are your friends. Because my dad told me not to. He said for me not to let nobody ever have it. Well, I'm glad to hear you talk that way, my boy. Makes me think a lot more of you. But your papi's gone now, and he ain't coming back. Dewey, why do you suppose your pap gave you that locket and told you to hold on to it? Well, because, I don't know. Well, he gave that to you because there's something in it that he didn't want anybody else to have. Them outlaws are trying to get it now, Dewey. We've got to find out what it is thereafter. Dewey, listen, if you'll just let us open up that locket and see what's in it, well then, if you want to, we'll put it right back and give it back to you. You know you can trust us. That's right, Dewey. Rose and Alabama and all the boys, they want to help you, you know. You see, Dewey, when your pap gave you this, he didn't know he was going to be killed. If you don't open it, nobody ever will. Well, you won't break it, will you? See, it's awful pretty. It is a beautiful locket. It must have been his mother's. It won't break, Dewey. See, there's a place to open it. Well, here, let me open it. Careful, Dewey, now don't drop it. There, there. Just a second now. There, it's open. Oh, what's this? Why, there is something in there. Good night. All of this is a piece of paper. Let me see that. There's something on that piece of paper. Let me open it, Dewey. But what does it mean, Alabama? Well, wait, I'll get it open. There. Where's my G-horsifat? It's a map. A map of Roaring River. Here's a new mystery. A map of the Roaring River country in Dewey Dawson's locket. What does it mean?