 It's the night for the big barn dance at Sam Carter's Red Horse Ranch. For the moment, the boys have all forgotten about Sam Carter's trouble and tonight they're celebrating Rose's return home from school in the East. Folks from all over the range have written in for this big event and of course the boys in the Red Horse outfit are right there with the music. As we join them, the crowd is enjoying a good old fashioned square dance. a chance to cool off and have a song or two. Yeah, a song from old Tex Orin. Yeah, yeah, that Tex. Get them up here. Well, bust my buttons if they ain't old Lim Peasley. Hello, Lim. I ain't seen you since the rodeo. Yeah, I can hear you, Taliban. Road plumb over from three forks for this shindig by Tuckus. Sure enough? Yes, sir. Well, by golly, Lim, you must have wanted to hear these boys sing mighty bad. I guess they sing pretty good, however. Yes, they sing pretty good. Yes, pretty good. What do you think of that? Riding 50 miles just to hear the boys sing. What do you think of that, Tex? That's right. Now, here, wait a minute. I didn't come over here to listen to you, fellas. I come over to get a dance with Miss Rose. Oh, by golly, Lim, you all ran ahead of you out in the thing just for that. If you came over to dance with Rose, you'd just as well fork your horse and ride for home. Every ranch and whole county's here ahead of you. Ah, well, go on to that song, Tex. I'll lick any car you used to try to stop you. Well, all right, Dan. Yeah. Say, that makes me feel good. I got a friend in the crowd. Well, here it is, down at Rocky Mountain. Crayol. When the shadows fall and the shining wear out, two hearts are pining down the Rocky Mountain. Birds are sweetly singing, memories are bringing of the Rocky Mountain. The song of sadness now has turned to gladness. Down at Rocky Mountain, the heart is yearning. Down at Rocky Mountain, the Rocky Mountain is bringing of the Rocky Mountain. The song of sadness now has turned to gladness. Down at Rocky Mountain, the heart is yearning. Down at Rocky Mountain. Say, Yellowback, where Sam Carter ain't seen him yet? Well, I couldn't tell you, Lim. He was here a minute ago. There's rows over across the room there if you still count on getting a dance with it. Well, don't look like there's no chance of that. Say, who's the hombre talking to? Well, I've been wondering about that myself. Oh, Idaho. What is Alabama? Do you remember ever seeing that fella before? No. He ain't from around these parts. If he was, I'd know him. Well, I'ma tellin' ya, Alabama. He bears watchin'. I never trusted a fella with shiny boots, so I didn't know him. Uh, ten to foot, you'd better hide them boots or yours. I would like to know where a stranger comes from. Well, come on, boys. The folks are waitin' for another song. Well, here they are, all the boys singin', playin', coming around the mountain. She'll be comin' around the mountain. She'll be comin' around the mountain. She'll be comin' around the mountain when she calls. Well, Mr. Carter, myself. I haven't seen him for the last hour or two. Neither have I, Idaho. They don't look like he's enjoying the party like he ought to. Seems like we oughta do somethin' to make him stop worryin'. He ain't like him to be this way. Oh, say, there he comes in the door now. Oh, ten to foot. Get your fiddle and I'll go over and talk to him. Have a good waltz ready. How sweet bunch of daisies. That's good. All right, folks. Everyone out on the floor for a waltz. Get your partners and let's go. I guess you never saw a bigger crowd here at the Red Horse than this one, did you? Oh, hello, Alabama. They all seem to be enjoying themselves. Sure they are. Look at Rose over there. Ain't a happier gal nowhere. She's prettier than ever tonight. Yes, gettin' more and more like a mother every day. You've got a daughter there to be mighty proud of. You know, Alabama, this is the first big doings we've had here at Red Horse since Rose's mother died. Yes, sir. Seems a long time ago. Rose sort of took her mother's place, hasn't she? Yes, as much as any gal ever could. I wonder what she'd say if she knew... Here comes Rose over here now, Miss Carter. Huh? Why? Who's that with her, Alabama? I figure that's what we're about to find out. Well, Rose, you're havin' a good time? Oh, I'll dream all these folks had come just to welcome me home. They know what's good for sore eyes, Rose. Dad, I'd like to have you meet Mr. Bradford. He came over here with some of the other boys. Well, anyone to friend of my daughter is a friend of mine. What was the name? Bradford. Steve Bradford. I'm pleased to know you, Mr. Carter. And this is Alabama, the foreman of the ranch. Evening, Mr. Bradford. We're glad to have you. You're a stranger around these parts, aren't you? Yes, but you may see a lot of me around here with a lady like Miss Rose. Mr. Bradford bought out the bar D ranch. He says he's going to live there. Bar D? He bought it? Oh, say, you'll have to excuse me, Rose. I gotta keep that music going over there, if you don't mind. Oh, of course not. I'll see you later, Alabama. Say, it's about time these cow-waters gave us another song. Ain't it, folks? Yeah! And they've got one here that I know you're going to like. It's come from New Mexico. All right, boys. We're all going down to Santa Fe Town. One tweet, tweet. Percadilito, one tweet, tweet. Percadilito, one tweet, tweet. Percadilito, one tweet, tweet. Overall, going down to Santa Fe Town to join the big piesta. Overall, going down to Santa Fe Town to join the big piesta. Over Saddle-O-Pade and away we go. We're going down to the rodeo. We'll rope all day and dance all night. And in the morning, we'll look out right. Percadilito, one tweet, tweet. Percadilito, one tweet, tweet. Percadilito, one tweet, tweet. Percadilito, one tweet, tweet. Overall, going down to Santa Fe Town to join the big piesta. Overall gone down to Santa Fe town to join the big viesta Yeah, it's done. Percadilla night, oh, one sweet-meat. Percadilla night, oh, one sweet-meat. Percadilla night, oh, one sweet-meat. Percadilla night, oh, one sweet-meat. Duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh. Duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, jersey, duh. Squaredance, folks. How was Mr. Carter feeling, Alabama? About the same, Bob. What much I could do. I would say, boys, that stranger we saw talking to Rose. Oh, you found out who he was? Well, not altogether. He says his name's Steve Bradford. And listen. He says he's bought out the Bardee Ranch. He figures on staying out there. Oh, now, why would a fellow want that Bardee outfit? Steve Bradford? Who is he? Will he have anything to do with the fate of Sam Carter and his Red Horse Ranch? Let's all be sure and listen when the Red Horse Ranch is again on the air.