 Kya-ya-yo, get on, little piece of straw, misfortune and unwindow. Kya-ya-yo, get on, little piece, know that Wyoming will be your new home. Life on the Red Horse Ranch. Exciting times at the Red Horse Ranch. Alabama lost out in his skirmish with Steve Bradford when one of Bradford's henchmen slipped up from behind and knocked him out. While Alabama lay in the back of the Danville Saloon, rustlers rode up in the night, driving away what was left of the Red Horse Herd. There's still no news from Alabama back at the ranch. We joined the boys in the bunkhouse. Find us in this little job over here. Not lead going through it before another day goes by. I guess Dad Carter thinks we're a bunch of yearlings letting rustlers come right up here to the ranch and drive off ever blamed critter in the herd. We'll bring them back. Dang pronto, too. No use holding ourselves down no longer. Well, they can't say we didn't put up a fight last night to roll their trail till near daylight. Well, we'll get them. They can't drive them Red Horse cattle very far today. I guess there wasn't nothing else we could do against all that mob last night with Alabama gone and them having us outnumbered besides. Bob, I'm taking the blame with all the rest of you. They licked us, but they're not going to do it again. Well, what do you suppose we better do about Alabama? I don't know. My idea is that after Tenderfoot left him in Danville last night, Alabama was ambushed and either shot or captured, just to make sure there wasn't no hitch in their plans to rustle off them cattle. I don't see how much more could happen to this old ranch. Would be this year when Dad's so hard up for money. Ain't no chance of him holding out no longer. Yeah, and Bradford's behind this somehow. Boys, the less talking we do and the more riding, the better I'm going to feel. Oh, come on in, Dad. Anything new, Mr. Carter? Nothing more, boys. I don't suppose you've had any word of Alabama? No. Don't look like there's no use expecting for a while. No. Well, boys, I want to thank you for putting up the fight you did last night. Too bad Alabama had to be gone. I wasn't nothing to what we're going to put up, boss. I know first we must find Alabama. He may be needing us. If he's not past needing help. If I only knew that Tenderfoot had told me everything, where is he now? Well, last I saw Tenderfoot, he was wandering around down at the corral. I think that's him coming up from the barn there now. I'm going to talk with him a little more. But boys, you have your horses all saddled and ready. If anything turns up, we don't want to lose any time. Are they all ready now, Mr. Carter? That's good. Now don't wander away from the bunkhouse, will you, till I get back. Staying here ain't going to be easy. Well, boys, suppose we sing a little while we wait. Remember Lonely Valley? All right, it's a good one. That'll be a good one. Bean Valley has blue hair, swear sweet blue eyes in awe. You want to talk to me? Tenderfoot, listen. Are you sure that you told me everything you remember about what happened last night? Yes, I. Why didn't you stay in town with Alabama? Did he tell you to leave Danville ahead of him? Yes, Mr. Carter. I didn't want to, but he said he'd be long later. Now why did he want to be there alone? Well, he said there was a man he wanted to talk to. I'm afraid I can't tell you any more, Mr. Carter. Just where did you leave him in town? Well, I can't quite remember. I think in front of the saloon or. Listen, my boy, if there's anything in the world you've been holding back, you've got to tell me now no matter what it is. It may save Alabama's life. Yes, Mr. Carter, I understand. Let's get back to the rest of the boys, and we all may be writing before long. Better both lay down on the bunk for a while. Mr. Carter, you look pretty tuckered out. I'm only worried, boys. You go ahead and rest yourself. You'll feel better. Sing something, Tex. All right. The cattle, cattle, howls, howls, howls out on the great divide. Never done any wrong just singing a song. Down the trail I ride. Rattle, snake, rattle at the prey door. You hear the mournful tune. Round up time away out west when the cactus is in bloom. The light comes down the cow hand gel. Call out every man. Throw my saddle home, old cow or horse to drag my combay from a hand on the daze. Pour on the way, then I'll be back soon. Out of west when the cactus is in bloom. On the cattle's fray, and I'm gazing at them all. Round up time away out of west when you hear the cattle. That you coming in? Hasn't anyone heard from Alabama? No, I'm afraid not, daughter. Come on, boys. Eyes right out and see what we can find. Let me ride with you, please. I want to help. All right, I have Bob's hat and prints for you. Yes, I'll get him getting his horse ready now. Oh, it comes now. Why, Bob, what's happened? I'm back in a minute for you to hear a roar, Rose, but Alabama's horse. You mean Red? You've seen him? That's right. He's back now. I just saw him come in. Get going. I saw him come in. I can't tell you that. Something funny about that, too, Mr. Carter. Red's hat marks, and he's wet from running. Alabama's in a dread or run him like that for any reason. That's what I'm thinking. Seems to me somebody else tried to ride Red and what was lucky. You know how that horse is about letting anyone drop a damn strap on you. Sounds like we'd better get moving, don't it? Yeah. What? Now you get your horses and I'll dip the horse. I'll give you instructions. Oh, look. Look, here comes Steve Bradford. Bradford? Hey, hey, he must be well. Good morning, Bradford. Good morning, Mr. Carter. Whoa. I heard about that trouble that night. I'm terribly sorry to know you lost all the rest of your horses. Steve, it is just that it's Alabama. He went to Danville yesterday to get a red duck in without him. Oh, I love that. Now, if you really want to know where Alabama is, I think I could tell you that. You, you, you've seen Alabama. You know where it is. I've got a pretty good idea, Mr. Carter. The last time I saw him was in Danville Saloon. He seemed to be drinking quite a lot. Oh, no. Alabama couldn't have done that. I'm sorry, Rope. I wouldn't worry too much about Alabama. He'll be along as soon as it soaps up. I'll see you later. Get out. I still don't see. Oh, Steve must have been late, then. Your horses, boys, were not born. What? What? What do you mean, Mr. Carter? I heard something about Alabama. I'm afraid I have. Tender foot? Yes. You saw Alabama going to Danville Saloon last night? Mr. Carter, I'm not just sure. He did go over that way, but. That's enough. Take your horses back, boys. Dad, what about Alabama? Alabama can take care of himself. But Mr. Carter, Alabama's been who? You boys have my orders not to leave this ranch. Steve Bradford told Mr. Carter quite a story, didn't he? It's too bad that Carter doesn't yet know the truth. There's bound to be more excitement before all this is over, so be sure to listen.