 P.O.S.T. P.O.S.T. Post. The serials you like the most brings you the Roy Rogers show, starring the king of the cowboys himself, Roy Rogers. It's round the time on the double-R bar, settle your hall. The double-R bar ranch transcribes stories and songs of the real west with the whipper-wills. The wisest trail scout of the mall, Jonah Wilde, played by Boris Lewis. The queen of the west, Dayelevens. And in person, the king of the cowboys, Roy Rogers. Howdy folks, this is Roy Rogers. Say, is the post-serial shelf pretty well filled at your house? If not, you'd better tell your mom so she can do something about it, buckaroos. Post-serials are good. You can count on anything bearing the brand-name P.O.S.T. and a fella should have them handy all the time. Well, sir, I hear another young couple who bought that little ranch from Artie Kerner's having trouble. Seems like nobody can make a go of that place. You can't buy back this place, Mr. Kerner. Not now or ever. Well, now, John, I know you're having trouble. I thought I might help you out if I... I don't care what you thought. This ranch isn't for sale, especially at half the price I paid you for it. Well, now, let's be calm. The only reason I came here was to do you a kindness where you stand to lose everything in this house. I don't want your kindness. Now, get out. John. Now, what? May I say something? Sure, go ahead. Well, maybe Mr. Kerner's right. Hey, see? Keep out of this. My wife is talking to me. We are at the end of our row. We can't go on. Wouldn't it be better to save half our investment than to lose everything? We worked hard for our money and to lose it all now. Your wife is right, John. I'm just being neighborly that's all. You take what you can. You take yourself out of here. No, no, no, no, don't be hasty. Right now. John. Do you hear me? Well, that's the way you feel. That's the way I feel. John, you're wrong. It's a month or two months from now. You'll be coming to me on your knees. I doubt that. I won't be of a mind to give you anywhere near as much then. I may not even want your ranch. It's Mrs. Kennedy, I feel sorry for her. Her future isn't very bright. That sniveling cheat. He knows we're in a spot. Things that can take advantage of us because... Irma, where are you going? I don't know exactly, John. Oh, no. Now wait a minute. You can't leave me. It isn't because of the bad luck we've had, John. I'd stick with you if all our cattle had died. If we'd lost everything. But when your stubbornness keeps you from doing what you know is best... You're leaving here. Is that it? All right. Maybe I am stubborn, Irma. But if I am, it's because I won't let a man beat me when I'm down. I just won't. John Kennedy surveys the little ranch that was to mean so much to himself and his wife. The cattle have died one after another of some mysterious ailment. Their hard-earned money has gone. And now John is alone without his wife. He corrals the few cattle that are left, deciding he'll save what little he has. He feeds them the best of food by hand. Next morning he goes outside. Five more are dying. John mounts his horse and races toward town for the veterinarian. An hour later, Roy and Jonah are in the Eureka Cafe having dinner and talking with Dale. A shot is heard outside in the street. What's all that? What was that? Why, it sounds like Custer's last stand in a small way. Hey, Roy, somebody's after Arthur Kearney. Open the door, Jonah. Quick, let him in. We're convolutions. Is that the gunman there riding away? It could be. Let me in, let me in. I was almost killed. Somebody missed you, eh? Yeah, the fella must have been an awful bad shot. You ain't even got one hole in your eye. Oh, Roy, Jonah, stop kidding him. This is serious. Who did it, Kearney? Oh, I'm glad you folks saw what happened. If I decide to take John Kennedy to court, you can testify on my behalf. We didn't say the shooting. Is John Kennedy the man who shot at you? I was just trying to be kind. I knew he'd had bad luck with the little ranch I sold him, so I went out the other night, and I offered to buy it back. And he refused, and I approached him again just now, thinking he might have changed his mind. You've bought and sold that little ranch a half a dozen times in the last six years. It prospers as long as it's in your hands. But the minute a new owner gets it, his cattle start dying. Now, Roger... Then you buy the ranch back for half the price you sold it for, and the whole thing starts over again. Now, you're insinuating things you can't prove. John's cattle have been dying, too, since he bought the place. Haven't they? Oh, yes, yes, they have, but it's no fault of mine. Kearney, what would you say if I told you I took over that ranch a couple of days ago? You... Yeah, you're a joking, Roger. Am I? Well, what do you want with it? I'll check with the county land office and see if your deed has been recorded. Oh, yes, I'll go right now. Well, right on here. I certainly will. I don't believe a word of it. That fellow's a mess, Roy. How pure unadulterated mess. Yeah, yeah, oh, now, wait a minute, Dale. That's the insult to the army to call him a mesh. When'd you make a deal with John Kennedy, Roy? I didn't say I had. I just asked Colonel, what do you do if I had? Oh, that's it. Uh, maybe I will, though. You two like to ride out there with me? John ought to be home by the time we arrive. I'll not sell my ranch to anybody. I'll still hang on if every animal I got dies. You're new to this territory, John. You just couldn't have known the history of this place. And nobody thought to tell me. You didn't give them a chance. Well, maybe. I guess I thought I was getting a bargain. John, there's something mighty odd about the mysterious ailment cattle get on this ranch and nowhere else. It's not mysterious anymore. You're wasting my time. I found out what's killing them. Local weed. What? Well, I haven't seen any local weed around here for several years. I can take you out of the feed pans and show you some. Fresh cut, if you doubt my words. John, how did your cattle act before they died? Well, they were skittery. They'd scare if a leaf blowed across the ground. They'd lift their legs knee-high to step over a twig. Sometimes when they put their heads down to drink, they'd miss the tank entirely. Well, that sounds like it. Oh, where do you get your feed? Oh, tuck, tuck, tuck, tuck. Raise my own feed. But there wasn't any local weed in what I put in the pens. Roy, could the real trouble be already, Colonel? John, if anybody asks you, I want you to tell them that, well, you've turned your ranch over to me. I ain't selling. You don't have to sell. Just let on that I've taken over and you're working for me. What's the sense of that? Well, it'll give me a chance to pull up a little stunt. A stunt that'll help us find out the truth. Bill returns to her cafe in Mineral City and for the next 24 hours helps sped word that Roy has taken over the little ranch run by John Kennedy. And these 24 hours are busy ones for Roy and Jonah. They transferred John's ailing cattle to the double R bar where there is no local weed and drive a few of Roy's own cattle to John's ranch where John carefully watches the feed pens. At the end of the 24 hours, Roy and Jonah appear in town for the first time. If I figured right, we should have some action, Jonah, real soon. My bet is that it'll come from Artie Kerner. Mm-hmm. What's the matter? Don't you feel good? Oh, Roy, by doggies, I'm getting disgusted. Now, I spent three or four hours yesterday deciding to wear my orange necktie instead of the yellow one and another three or four hours practicing what I'm going to say when she opens the door. She? Whoa, here. Maybe you'd better start at the beginning. Well, now, Roy, you know that I couldn't keep my appointment last night because we had so much work to do. I didn't even know you had an appointment. Well, sure. You know very well, I mean... Oh, say, maybe I forgot to tell you. It, uh... It was with the school mom. The... Well, what do you know? Well, pure business, of course, Roy. She's got the only typewriter in town, so yesterday morning, early, I went over to the boarding house. Oh, let's tie up here. Yeah. Well, sir, she'd come to the door and she's got this. You know, Roy, that school mom's a real pretty woman. So, I've heard of it. Yeah, well, pure business, of course, and I asked her, would she be willing to type this book of mine when I get it read? Yeah. One about people I've met and the experiences I've had with them. Walk on up the Dale's Cafe. Well, sir, Roy, she looked out at me from under them long glasses of hers and she says... She says, why, I'd be happy too, Mr. Wilde. Mr. Wilde? Yeah, says, I didn't know we had literary man in our midst. And then, sir, Roy, she looked out at me from under them long glasses again and she said... Well, Roy, she says, come over any evening at all. So, I thought I'd go last night, you see. Hey, wait a minute. Ain't that Artie Kernan coming out of the Eureka Cafe now? Yeah. Let's see what he has to say. Yeah, Dad read that pool cat if I ever seen one. And I have seen one. Well, well, I was just about to write out to you, please, Roy. Is that so? Yes, it's a little matter of business we ought to talk over. I couldn't find any record at the land office if you're taking over Kennedy's ranch. Now, legally, I'm... Put your conscience at ease, Karner. We know what has been causing the bad luck out there. And from now on... Yeah, what caused it? You may see an announcement about it in the Mineral City Gazette tomorrow. Yeah, you wouldn't make a thing like that public. Why not? Eh, eh, eh, it's all right. Well, I've got to run along. Hey, best of luck to you. Yes, very best. Oh, I hate you. Yeah, a full-fledged pool cat. A three-striper at least. Let's go on into the cafe, Jonah. I will give Karner a chance to slip out of town. You gonna let him get away, Roy? We'll let him start, then trail him. He'll probably head out to where the local weed's growing and try to destroy it. Say, it's easy to blaze the trail to a better day. Just start off with a ripped snorting breakfast built around new, improved post-toasties. Fresh, crisp flakes of corn, rich with sweet kernel flavor. Yippee, what a feast. Post-toasties, heap good corn flakes. The best thing that's happened to corn since the Indians discovered it. Heap good corn flakes. Post-toasties, heap good corn flakes. And, Mom, if there's a pale face at your house who hasn't an appetite for breakfast, try setting a big bowl full of post-toasties at his place and watch him eat hearty. Remember, post-toasties with sugar and cream are heat good and heat good nourishment, too, for rock and horse cowboys or big braves. So be a good scout, Mom. Dish of post-toasties. The best thing that's happened to corn since the Indians discovered it. Post-toasties, heap good corn flakes. The best thing that's happened to corn since the Indians discovered it. Heap good corn flakes. Post-toasties, heap good corn flakes. Believing R.D. Kerner is guilty of killing John Kennedy's cattle and will fall into the trap that they've set. Roy and Jonah pretend to ignore him. They go into the cafe. Seemingly carefree, yet they're watching every move he makes. Howdy, Roy. Jonah. Hi, Dale. Hey. Looks like we're going to get us a mousse. Yeah? How's that? Kerner, he's about to lead us to where the local weed's grown. Good. If he's at fault, he'll have to pay for the cattle he's destroyed, won't he? Oh, say, Roy, I found this a little while ago. It's for you. A sealed envelope? Yeah, it was lying near the cash register. I have no idea how it got there. Oh, my gracious. You had me scared for a minute. Thought maybe it was mine. A ballin' out from missing my appointment last night. Now, Jonah, a lady who looks out at you from under those long lashes wouldn't ball you out, would she? This is a note from John Kennedy's wife. Yeah. I have something important to tell you and I need help. I'm staying at Gary Buell's house and you come there at two o'clock today. It's important. Why would Irma Kennedy call for help, Roy? Well, let me finish. Please don't bring anyone with you and don't ride Trigger. He would be recognized. She certainly makes it sound mysterious. Well, if you want my opinion, somebody's trying to trick us. What if they're not, though? Jonah, you take Bullitt and Trail Kerner. I'll go with him, Roy. All right. But just follow him. See what he does and don't tangle with him. I'll get a horse from the leverage table and check on this note. Roy rides to the Gary Buell home a few miles from town, timing himself to arrive at exactly two o'clock. He dismounts, looks about. The house seems deserted, foreboding. Roy goes to the front door warily and knocks. He waits. Turn around, Roy. Well, howdy, John. I reckon you're kind of surprised to see me here, aren't you? Yes, I am, to tell you the truth. I got a note from... From my wife? Yeah, that's right. She said she needed help. Nothing's greedier than a greedy woman, is there? And nothing's lower than a cheat who pretends friendship. What does that mean? You, Rogers. Maybe you'd better explain yourself. Sure. That wife of mine wanted to ranch for herself. She worked it pretty. Then she got you to thimble-rig me into giving you the deed and you're to turn it over to her for a couple of hundred dollars. That way I'll be out in the cold and you'll... I've heard enough of that foolishness, John. I knew you wouldn't need to have much explaining, Don Rogers. Looks as though somebody wanted to cause trouble between you and me, doesn't it? It sure does. Because I got a note saying you were to meet her here and turn over the deed. This is more of Artie Kerner's work. You got an awful glib tongue and some winning ways. I may not be able to lick you, but I can sure try. Got it out, John. This is what Kerner wants. Kerner got us to meet out here for some reason... Fight, why don't you? Come on, fight, you coward. A man can take just so much, John. I didn't want to do this to you. I'm sorry, John, but maybe if you stay here for a while and see that Irma doesn't come to meet me, you'll cool off a little. Roy turns, walks over to his hired horse and mounts. He wheels about and rides across country toward the John Kennedy ranch, thinking Artie Kerner may have gone there and that Dale and Jonah will be on his trail. But the ranch is deserted. There is no sign of Kerner or of Dale and Jonah. Roy rides back to Mineral City again. Took you an awful long time, Roy. I was looking for you and Dale. We've been here all the time. Kerner didn't leave? No, guess not. He walked down to Liberty Stable, I followed him that far and he sat down like he's going to stay all afternoon. What'd you do then? Come back here? Well, yes, sir. Figured it wouldn't do to let Kerner know he's watching him. Any luck, Roy? Yeah, and all of it bad. What happened? Somebody's trying to turn me and John Kennedy against each other. I've been trying to figure out why ever since. Yeah, there he is, Sheriff. I knew we'd find him here. It's Artie Kerner. Howdy, Sheriff. Hi, Kinstar. Howdy, folks. I hope you won't let your personal feelings stand in the way of your... I'll handle things, Kerner. You keep quiet. Yeah, keep quiet. What's all this about? I happen to be writing by... I said I'd handle things. Yeah, it's, man. Sounded like a steamboat whistle, the voice like that. Kerner says he was riding a trail over by Gary Buell's old place. He heard a shot and saw you riding away, Roy. He heard a shot. The two shots, in fact, and I was quite some distance away. When I got there, I found John Kennedy's body. Just outside the house. His body? Somebody killed John? If you saw me shoot another man, you should have interfered, Kerner. You were too far away. You were out of range. But you recognized me. It wasn't too far for that, was it? I recognized your horses. You were leaving. It's a pretty well-known fact that nobody rides Trigger except you. Roy didn't ride Trigger this afternoon. You lying polecat, what are you up to? Easy, Dale and Jonah. Sheriff, Trigger's been in the livery stable since about one o'clock, and he's still there. Sorry, Roy. He's not. What? He is. I was just there to get my own horse. Now then, there's just one more piece of evidence. It's this, Roy. Recognize it? Yeah. It's one of the conchos off my saddle. It was found a few feet from where John was lying. Tinch, sir. I don't care if there is a law officer present. I'm going to take it. Put that gun back, Jonah. Put it back. No, sir. I'm taking, Kerner. Put it down. There. Convolution. Didn't confound you. I don't blame you, Jonah. Kerner, for the sake of your own security, I think you'd better get out of here. Sure, sir. This occurs. If I can be of any more help, you just let me know. You ain't going to live that long. Jonah. Looks like he's fixed things good. John isn't dead, Roy, even though Kerner believes he is. I had to dark go out and get him. He's taken two bullets out of John. Sheriff, I admit being out to Gary's place and meeting John, I had a fight with him, but there was no shooting. Roy, all I can do is... I'm going to ask you for just one hour of freedom before you lock me up, Sheriff. One hour to prove I didn't shoot John. I'll give him my word, I'll be back. John and I will stand, Roy's place, Sheriff. What are you talking about? When have I ever doubted Roy? His word is always good with me. Thanks, Sheriff. Well, maybe you ain't so bad at that, Tin Star. Come on, we'll get bullet. He's got to do some trailing for us. Getting for his own ranch, Roy. He sure ain't according to bullet. I think I know where he's gone, but I never believed he'd be such a fool. That poor cat's heading straight for John Kennedy's ranch. He certainly is. He's going to give himself away, Dale, John. Roy, Dale and Jonah come with insight of the corrals as John Kennedy's ranch and pull up their horses. Woo-hoo. Easy, buttermilk. Inside the corrals is Hardy Kerner, beating the cattle, driving them out toward the range. His activity is furious, like that of a demented man seeking revenge. He gets on his horse, wheels at him out and rides toward the little ranch house. What's he going to do now? Watch for a minute. We'll have to take him. Kerner seems literally to have lost his mind. He leaves from his horse, runs to the house, goes inside. Roy, Dale and Jonah follow, bullet at their heels. They hear the sound of chopping, smashing, something breaking, coming from the house. They go through the door and stop. Kerner is there. He's back toward them. Broken furniture, household equipment. He has a can of kerosene in his hand. He's pouring it over the debris. He takes a match from his pocket. Kerner reaches for his gun. Roy draws. I'll pick up his gun. I have another gun, Rogers! I have another! Stay back! Stay back where you are! You're not taking me in! He's as bomby as a bullbat. Don't move, Kerner. Stand quiet. You know, the way folks all over the country are going for post-sugar crisp, it's got to be good. You bet. Post-wonderful new cereal treat has caused a sensation everywhere. And if you've tried it at your house, you know why. As a cereal, it's dandy for snacks it's so handy or eat it like candy. Post-sugar crisp really perks up a breakfast menu. It's so delicious. Just add milk or cream and it's ready to serve. No sugar needed. It's already sweet. It makes a perfect snack between meals too whenever you crave a special treat. And folks love to carry post-sugar crisp right along with them wherever they go and eat it like candy right out of the package. It's wholesome wheat for nourishment and that sugar and honey coating for flavor and quick energy make it a wonderful pickup anytime. Don't just take my word for it. You try it. Get post-sugar crisp in the giant or regular size package with the three little bears on the front. Well, it crouches at Roy's feet. Kerner stands some 10 steps from Roy. His eyes glazed. His cheeks flushed. Dale and Jo no wait. Ready. Roy takes a step toward Kerner. Stay away from me, Roger. Roy walks slowly, carefully toward the distraught man coming nearer, nearer. Kerner backs away into a wall. Roy continues. Kerner's face is a light with fire. Suddenly panic strikes. He glances about wildly and Roy springs. I got you. Good work, Roy. The time goes. Stand around here. Let me load. Let me load. That's it. That's better. I'll burn your place, Roger. I'll get away and I'll destroy your place. Get a rope, Jonah. We'll need it. I've had a good thing here buying and selling this ranch. And you're taking it from me, but I'll get even. I'll get even with you. He's hysterical, Roy. He'll cool off when we get him to town. And that won't be long. All right now, Roy, Dale. But he won't quite believe he admitted everything. I guess the pressure was a little too much for him, Sheriff, when he knew he was gonna be caught. Well, we'd better ride out and see if Trigger's at the ranch. He'll be there. He always goes home when he gets loose. Hi, Irma. Oh, I've just been over with John. He's feeling a lot better. Everything's gonna be all right between you two again, huh? Oh, yes, Roy. Yeah, I'm glad. Well, I was wrong to leave him. And he was wrong to think I wanted to take the ranch away from him. So both of us have something to live down. Well, here comes the author of Paradise Valley. All right, all right. Make your sneering remarks. But you just wait till you see a great big thick book come out with my name on it. Thick will probably be a good description of any book you'll write. Did you see the school teacher, Jonah? Um, yes. I read the first chapter to her, and, Roy, I'll tell you, she was a laughin' one minute and a cryin' the next. Don't doubt it a bit. Is she going to type it for you? Oh, yes, Dale said she'd be glad to. And I'll tell you, there ought to be more women in the world like Dorothy May. Dorothy May. Where's your hair like gold brown with wave after wave? And when she smiles at you... Well, never mind that. Did you offer to pay her for typing your book? Yes, sir. Yes, I did. And she said she'd do it just for the pleasure of being associated with a literary man. Oh, go ahead. Go ahead, laugh. But there is a darn fine woman. I say, there is a darn fine woman. Wouldn't take a cent. Said if I didn't feel right about it, and, Roy, how much does a console radio cost? Or a moving picture camera? Or a bone china dinner set? Oh, oh, oh, she's got him, Roy. She's got him good. Double convolution. Yes, sir, she sure has. Jonah, either you'd better take up typing yourself or let somebody hold your savings account in trust. It isn't going to last long if you don't. MUSIC Look out, folks. Here comes a good old-time square dance. You know, back home, we used to get together every Saturday night, calling all the neighbors, move all the furniture out in the backyard, sort out our best gals, and really tear the splinters out of the floor. So here we go on Ragnian. Get your partners, get out on the floor. Here we go. Little sunshine in your mouth. There's your holes in the ground, but be slow and sit your knee. Let me get your dough and say, and here let Patrick throw and meet your barber wall store. Meet your honey in your powder on the head so you don't like this computer corn bread. Hit me low, but if I burst up, the hole will blow and everybody jump. First couple out to the right, with a little hand around the leg, and a gentle little hand around the jet, and the jet won't go well, swing them in the center, with a few fair whirl and a little hand around the queue, and you buckle up four. So you don't go around the world. You don't go around the world. You don't go around the world. You don't go around the world. You don't go around the world. You don't go around the world. You don't go around the world. You don't go around the world. I don't go around the world. You don't go around the world. You don't go around the world. You don't go around the world. You don't go around the world. You don't go around the world. friends you'll be glad to know that Roy Rogers and Dale Evans have been accorded a very important national honor and here is Mr. Paul Manning Hollywood editor of Exhibitor Magazine to tell you about it as representative of Exhibitor Magazine it is a privilege to present to you Roy and Dale the Laurel Award in recognition of your selection as Hollywood's outstanding husband and wife ambassadors of the year this award the first of its kind in motion picture and radio history comes to you from thousands of film exhibitors who believe that your way of life your interest in youth and your faith in the future exemplify the highest type of Americanism with it go Exhibitor's best wishes for continued health happiness and success as they say in your golden west happy trails it makes me very happy to accept this award this is Roy Rogers saying to all of you from all of us goodbye good luck and may the good lord take a liking to you see you next week happy trails to you until we meet again happy trails Roy Rogers show is brought to you by Post Serials each week at this same time with the Whipper Wills, Forrest Lewis, Dale Evans and the king of the Cowboys himself Roy Rogers an art brush production transcribed directed by Tom Hargis, scripted by Ray Wilson, music by Milton Charles featured in today's cast were Frank Hemingway, Herb Butterfield, Howard McNeer, Charlie Smith and Martha Shaw this is Art Ballinger speaking for P.O.S.T. Post Serials happy trails to you until we meet again happy trails keep smile who cares about the clouds if we're together happy trails