 If you die, ya-yo, get along, little doggies, it's more misfortune than my life. If you die, ya-yo, get along, little doggies, you know that my old man will be your new home. Life on the Red Horse Ranch. Whoo! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. By lullabam lay in the back of a Danville saloon, unconscious from a knockout blow from one of Steve Bradford's men. Rustlers drove off Sam Carter's entire Red Horse herd. The following day, Steve Bradford rode over to the Red Horse Ranch and told Carter he had seen Alabama in the saloon, drunk. Mr. Carter has ordered the boys to stay at the ranch, although the boys feel that Alabama needs help. They're still waiting for new orders from Mr. Carter. And only Arizona can find anything to do to occupy his time. I've almost whittled the leg over that chair. Well, Bob, if you don't quit walking back and forth in the same spot, you'll wear a hole in the floor. I guess we're all so jumpy we don't know what to do. Not a word from Alabama yet, I suppose. Who's there? Trust me. Oh, Tenderfoot, come on in. You've been talking to Mr. Carter again? Have you, Tenderfoot? Yes, he still seems to take Bradford's word that Alabama was in that Danville saloon drunk. Well, that makes it look mighty bad for Alabama. If I could only tell Mr. Carter why Alabama went to town, he might understand that he wouldn't think of drinking. Then you didn't tell Carter about the letter Alabama got in Danville. No, maybe I should. I can't help thinking that letter has a lot to do with Alabama's being gone, though. How do you figure that, Tenderfoot? Well, if Bradford happened to find out about Alabama's having that letter, he might not stop at anything to get it away from him. You're sure right there, Tenderfoot. If what that letter said is true, it could make things plenty hot for Bradford around here. I had no business leaving Alabama in Danville, even when he told me to. Him following Bradford into that saloon? I wonder if Bradford knows more than he's telling Mr. Carter. I bet my right arm he does. Did any of you boys ever see Alabama take a drink in your life? I never did. You know the answer to that as well as we do, Idaho. Tenderfoot, does Bradford still up at the house? Yes, Bradford's still there. Say, Arizona, strike a chord there. I think I know a song Bradford might like to hear. Might give him ideas about watching his step. Down. For us to be sitting here singing when we ought to be out looking for Alabama. Well, Carter's told us to stay here, and he's boss, you know. If we just tell Mr. Carter about that letter Alabama got in Danville? Seems like that's a little late now, Tenderfoot. Maybe so. Bradford's been talking too much. Seems like that varmint can talk a fella into anything. Well, what's got me worried the most is red, Alabama's haws. Coming in this morning with all them whip marks on him, someone's had a hand in that. Well, of course, if Alabama was drunk like Bradford said. But Alabama wasn't drunk. Get that out of your head, Tenderfoot. Well, if something don't happen mighty soon, we'd all better start looking for Alabama in spite of Carter or anyone else. Yeah. But somebody's got to stay here with Rose and Mr. Carter, with all the dirty work that's going on around here. Bradford's up the halls. He'll take care of them. Next umbra that mentions Bradford's name gets this boot wrapped around his neck. Don't stop singing, Tex. I ain't talking to you. Tonight I'm so my poor heart in me to fight. We've got work to do. Come on, Slim. You coming, Tenderfoot? You mean we're going out to find Alabama? That's right. Well, of course I'm with you. But shouldn't we tell Rose and Mr. Carter? They'll find out soon enough. Come on. Yeah, get to your horses. We're riding for Danville. Whoa, whoa, whoa. I gave you boys instruction to stay close to the halls. Sorry, Dad, but we've got to find Alabama. Well, you'll not bring him back to this ranch. Dad, please let them go. We may be wrong about Alabama. Oh, don't stop them. Reckon there ain't nothing that'll stop us now. Well, why not let them go, Mr. Carter? They'll find out that what I said was true. Don't bother yourself, Nunn Bradford. We're taking care of this. I wish I could see it like you do, but after what Steve said and knowing that Alabama was in the slew. Mr. Carter, if you're going by what Bradford told you, me or none of the rest of the boys are believing it. All right, all right. You've got a right to what you think I know. But if you don't believe me, you might just take a look down the road there. It is, Alabama. Now, we'll learn the truth about this. Well, where do you suppose he got that horse? Oh, Alabama. Alabama, are you all right? Oh, hello, Rose. I might have sorry I had you all worried. Why, Alabama, you look, well, where have you been? You mind taking care of my horse, Bob? Bill Johnson won't determine to ride out here. Have you seen anything of red? Red's here, Alabama, but we didn't expect you back. Why, Mr. Carter, I look at you. I've been lying in the back of a dirty saloon all night. Then you know about this? Of course we know. Bradford told us everything. Drunk while every last cow on the Red Horse Ranch was driven off the place. Why, what do you mean? The herd's gone? That's them rustlers again, Alabama. What? They may have been away with them last night. We couldn't seem to put up much of a fight without you here to lead us. But that couldn't have happened. Steve, would you please take me back to the house? I don't want to stay here. Oh, yes, please. Oh, you here, Bradford, you've got a lot of nerve. I don't know what you're talking about, Alabama. Too bad you fell down on the boys and dead. Now, come on, Rose. But, Rose, don't go. Well, listen, Mr. Carter, don't I even get a chance to explain what happened to me? Well, look at you, explain where you've been, Alabama, and what you've been doing. I never tolerated drinking. Mr. Carter, you've got to listen to me. I've listened to all I want to. As soon as you can get your outfit together, I'll ask you to leave this ranch. But, Mr. Carter, that's all. I'll be up the house if any of you want to see me. But can't you? Well, boys, what have you got to say about it? Bradford told Carter that you was drunk last night, Alabama, but we're waiting to hear your story. That's right, Alabama. Well, I was in the Danville Saloon last night. Yes, I told him that. I went in to see what I could get out of Bradford. I made the mistake of going to one of the back rooms with him, and I guess he had a little too much help that I wasn't looking for. Well, one of the boys must have slugged me from the way my head feels. I had a notion it was Bradford's doing. We know you're telling the truth, Alabama. Bradford's up at the house. I reckon we'd better go up and work on him first. Wait a minute, boys. That ain't proof to Carter that Bradford was lying. I reckon there's only one thing for us to do. What's that, Alabama? Well, we won't have much trouble trailing them rustlers with the herd, will we? Well, we can run them down whenever you're ready to head after them, Alabama. Well, I, for one, am riding out after them cows this many. And I ain't setting foot on a red horse ranch again till I catch up with them rustlers and bring every snort and long horn right up to Dad Carter's door. Are you with me? No, I'm not. All right, boys, straddle your horses and stretch. Let's get them. Good luck, boys. We know that you'll bring them back. And we know better days are coming for all the folks on Red Horse Ranch. Be in tune when the Red Horse Ranch is again on the air.