 Life on the Red Horse Ranch. The last time we visited the boys on Red Horse Ranch, everyone was surprised to see Alabama All the boys, including Idaho, had sworn that no one would ever be able to ride this beautiful wild horse. But now, Alabama has something else to occupy his mind. It's about Steve Bradley. As we join them, Alabama hasn't returned yet, and the rest of the boys are waiting for Cookie to announce that Chuck is ready. Of a lone drift and rider just rolling along, his birds they are set and he's driven on high. He'll quit bunch of cattle when his time comes to die. You asked me, fair lady, who was that passing pie? It's a lone drift and rider just rolling on high. Well boys, I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm heading for the chuck out. Well, I'm right with you, Bob. I don't reckon Cookie's ready yet, but then we may as well be there when he tells us to come and eat. I could eat a scare horse at all. What we've been doing today gives a man a powerful appetite. Say, Tenderfoot, you held up right well in the Brandon today. Thanks, Idaho. Just the same, I hope we're through Brandon for a while. After throwing one of them long-legged calves every two minutes, a fellow knows he's been at it. Oh, any cowfolk will agree with you there. I'm afraid we ain't near through, though. Alabama will have us right after them straights on the South Range tomorrow. Hey, Cookie. Chuck ready yet? Well, he's practically ready. He says, oh, practically ready. Yeah, I know what that means. We'll be waiting for the next hour. We're called in, wait up all night for a supper. I guess you might as well wait for Alabama anyhow. He ain't rolled in yet. I saw him go out this afternoon. Where was he headed for, you know, Tenderfoot? Uh, yes. He said something about looking around the bar deed. I guess he thinks some of the red horse herd is wandered over that way. Yeah, more than likely, he wants to get some idea of what this Steve Bradford's doing over there. Trying to find out why Bradford's buying up all the land in the country. Always better not say too much about that. Alabama don't want Rolls or Mr. Carter to know what he's doing. Say, I guess you're right. Alabama rode red over there, didn't he? Yeah, I never saw anything like it. That horse acted like he'd been rode all his life. Alabama's done a wonderful job of training him. Yeah, it's just a horse, that's all. If Alabama could ride him, I figure I could, too. Hey, hurry up with that child. Hey, Tex, I haven't heard you. You're a little Coons agent. Let's see if you still know how. Of course. Hi, Lea. They call me the Yodeling Ranger. My badge is solid gold. I rode the land by the old Rio Grande and belonged to the old Ranger's foe. When we are roving together, we need to buy Texas gold. I fell over my head on the desert sand bed, and Yodeling's old Ranger too. I just saw Alabama riding to the corral. What did you tell on top of that bronze? It looked like it to me. That horse sure had me fooled. I never saw anybody ride him. Don't you hurry, Alabama. Couldn't you start supper yet? Howdy, Alabama. You finish up branding that bunch of calves? Sure did, Alabama. Find out anything over at the bar, Dee. Oh, not too loud, Bob. I went over there on my own hook, you know, from what I saw Steve Bradford don't count on doing much with the outfit. Well, I could have told you that. He ain't no old Ranger. He's got some other reason for wanting to buy this land around here. Well, how does Red ride, Alabama? Boys, I'm telling you, I got the best horse on the whole range. Smart as a whip and speed? How gambling he can outrun any horse you ever saw. Now, Arizona here's been telling us he could ride Red if he wanted to. Sure, why not? I could ride any horse anyone else can. Arizona, don't you touch Red. He's a one-man horse. Well, I reckon Arizona won't bother him. Bronx and rattlesnakes are something Arizona never did take to. Them's fighting words, partner. I'll show you right now. Arizona, you touch Red and I'll see that you get rode on a rail. Come on back here. Oh, well, sure. Hey, where you going, Cookie? Why are you doing a chuck house cooking supper? I got to have a fire to cook with, don't I? I'll go down and get some wood. You mean to say you ain't even started a fire yet? It practically started with Alabama. Hey, Cookie, I'll go help you bring some wood. Man, I never did see Arizona want to do some work before he didn't have to. I guess he's trying to hurry Cookie up. Say, it looks like we need some more music to get our minds off our stomachs. I had to hold grab that jug over there by the door and see what you can do with it. That horse of Alabama, Ken, where is he? He's standing on. You touch that horse. He's going to say, I can't ride a horse. That's an insult. Come on, I'll show you. No, sir, he's too wild for me in Alabama, he says. Forget about what Alabama said. Come on, Red. Whoa, there. Just let him try it. Whoa, Red, where did I get this saddle on you? Whoa, there. Whoa. All right then, I'll ride him without a saddle if Alabama can ride him so can I. Now watch me ride him rowdy-dow. Here I go. Come on down here. What's happened? It sounds like Red to me. What do you mean, Cookie? What are you talking about? Arizona tried to ride Red? Oh, there's Arizona now. He seems to be all right. Oh, that horse, that's what I want to know. Oh, me. You all right, Arizona? Yeah, except for about ten ribs and a leg in both arms. Well, Arizona, how many times am I going to have to tell you to keep away from that horse? Oh, me. That ain't no horse. That's a stick of loaded dynamite. Oh. For a minute, I thought Red had killed Arizona. Arizona, you get up there to the house. I'll go see if Red's hurt. Well, can you beat that? He thinks more of the horse than he does of me. And Cookie, you go back to the chuck house. I'll take care of Red. Boys, would you mind singing something for me? Something nice and soothing? I ain't got long for this world. You all right, well, Arizona? I know you're like this. Come on, boys, let's go on bucking Bronco. My love is a rider while Bronco's he breaks But he's promised to quit it just for my sake He ties up one foot and the saddle puts on Will swing and the jump he is mounted and gone My love has a gun and that gun he can use But he's quit his gun fighting as well as his And he sold him his saddle, his spurs and his robe And there's no more cow punchin' and that's what I hope Now all you young maidens, where ere you reside Beware of the cowboy who swings a raw high He'll court you and pet you and leave you and go In the spring up the trail on his bucking Bronco Did that make you feel any better, Arizona? Oh, I know I'll never be able to walk again in all my life. No, I wouldn't talk like that. You may be able to walk someday. No, sir, I'd never will. Chuck? Chuck? Wow, gangway, let me out. Now, would you look at Arizona Run? Well, it looks as though Arizona's learned his lesson, doesn't it? And after this, Alabama should have no trouble convincing the boys That red is a one-man horse. We're sorry Alabama didn't find out more about Steve Bradford. Why is he buying all the land in the country? And what does he want with the Red Horse Ranch?