 It's the day of the final championship horse race at the Danville Rodeo. Having won one of the preliminary races, Idaho and his horse Silver have been entered in this final race. But at the last minute, he found that his horse had a bad hoof and could not run. Idaho has asked Alabama to enter red in the race in his place. Also entered in the final race is Steve Bradford's Eastern Race Horse. So here's a chance for Alabama to show the crowd that red is the best horse in the country. They find the boy is still entertaining the crowd at the rodeo. It is not going to run this race. Oh, consarn you, Alabama. You're the hardest-headed coyose I ever lined my sights on. Well, I hear you're getting your big chance to show the folks here at this rodeo what red can do and you're passing it up. You know, I haven't any right to enter my horse in this final race. Idaho, red and me lost out and your horse won. But I've been telling you for the last 24 hours that my horse can't run with a split hoof. Well, there's only one other horse in the red horse outfit that has a chance in that race today and that's your horse, red. Idaho, you can talk all you want to. You just wouldn't be right. You know as well as anybody else that you and red would be in this final race if it hadn't been for somebody putting that cactus on the red saddle. Yeah. Someone's got to get in that race and keep Bradford from winning. Well, I'd let you ride red in the race, Idaho, but you know how red is. He won't let nobody touch him, wouldn't he? No need of that. I'm asking you to enter this race in my place. If you don't make up your mind pretty soon, it's going to be too late. Hey, Idaho. We ain't through entertainment. Get on over here. Well, I guess the boys are going to sing some more songs for the crowd. You'd better think of what I'm telling you, Alabama. I've made up my mind, Idaho. Good bye, old paint, I'm a leavein' Cheyenne. Well, hitch up your horses and feed them some hay and seed yourself beside me so as long as you can stay. Good bye, old paint, I'm a leavein' Cheyenne. Good bye, old paint, I'm a leavein' Cheyenne. I'm a leavein' Cheyenne. I'm off for a mountain. Good bye, old paint, I'm a leavein' Cheyenne. My horses ain't hungry. They won't eat your hay. My wagon is loaded and rolling on its way. Good bye, old paint, I'm a leavein' Cheyenne. Good bye, old paint, I'm a leavein' Cheyenne. I'm a leavein' Cheyenne. I'm off for a mountain. Good bye, old paint, I'm a leavein' Cheyenne. Our feed are in stirrups, our bridles in her hand. Good morning, young ladies, our horses won't stand. Good bye, old paint, I'm a leavein' Cheyenne. Good bye, old paint, I'm a leavein' Cheyenne. I'm a leavein' Cheyenne. I'm off for a mountain. Good bye, old paint, I'm a leavein' Cheyenne. Oh, I can't get a thing through that fool head of his. He's got too dang much pride about it or something. Well, you can't tell me Alabama wouldn't give his right arm to run in that race. Look at him over there, all down in the mouth. Well, boys, I suppose Alabama's getting all set for the big race. That was tough luck about your horse getting that split hook, though. Oh, I'm sorry about your horse, too, Idaho, but I just know Red's going to win. Oh, I'll bet Alabama's excited. Yeah, you might think so, Rose. Where is he? Look at him over there. Oh, why, what's the matter, Idaho? Alabama hadn't ought to be over here. I know. Boy, they'd be startin' that race if all along. I'm sorry, Mr. Carter. I can't make him see it. What? He thinks he's got no right to run in that race. What? Why? Why'd I just talk to the judges and everything is all right? Well, someone from our ranch has got to be in this as long as you can't, Idaho. Oh, can't I talk to him? I wish you would, Rose. If you think you can do any good, we'd better hurry, though. Come on. No, Idaho, let me talk to him alone. Well, just as you say, Rose, but hurry. Alabama! Alabama! Oh, hello, Rose. Listen, Alabama, Dad told the judges what happened that other time and they're going to let you run in this race or you've got to do it. I only wish I could, Rose, but... But we're all depending on you, Dad and Dewey and all the boys. Oh, Alabama, can't you see what it means to us? Somebody's got to win that race for the Red Horse Ranch. Well, Red could do it, all right. Oh, Alabama, look. The horses are coming out on the track. You've got to hurry. And Red could beat any of them horses. Oh, of course he can. Oh, I knew you'd do it, Alabama. Here, this is for good luck. Rose, all right, I'll do it. Good for you, Alabama. Good for you. Oh, Bob, try it. I don't know. Come on, help me. Get Red saddled up. Saddled up? You don't mean that you want to... Yes, Bob. I'll start the race now. Say, what is this? Alabama has no right in this final race. The horse didn't even come in on the preliminary. This race is clean, Bradford, and we'll see what Red can do. But I tell you, you've no right in this race. What's the argument over here? I'm late starting this race now. I tell you, this fellow shouldn't be in this race. I don't care that, Mr. Bradford. All right, Alabama. We'll see. Watch it, Red. Watch whole Alabama now. We invite you to join us again and enjoy life with the folks on Red Horse Ranch.