 Life on the Red Horse Ranch. Here at the Red Horse Ranch, Alabama, Foreman of the Ranch, Texoans, Arizona, and all the rest of the outfit are down in the bunkhouse resting from a hard day in the saddle. Tom Carter, owner of the Red Horse, has announced that his daughter, Rose Carter, will soon be home from school in the East, and the boys are all mighty happy. As we join them, they're singing one of their favorite songs of the open range. Boys, I don't recollect never hearing you sing that song better. What's got into you anyhow? I reckon you know that already, Alabama. It's gonna be like old times here on the Red Horse Ranch, Foreman. Sure, I know, Bob, and so do all the boys. It seems like the sun went plum out when Rose went off back east to school, and now she's coming home. When's she getting back, Alabama? Sometime at the end of this week, I hear. Well, she couldn't get here any too quick to suit me. I hope you don't count on shining up the rose once she gets back, Arizona. Oh, no, it ain't that. I just figure her dad will get off his high horse once she's around again. Don't seem like we do nothing right for him around this ranch no more. He sure late into me and Tenderfoot this evening when we come in. Was dad riding you again, Tenderfoot? Well, yes. He seemed to think Arizona and I should have finished up fixing that south fence today. Yeah. Sure don't do you no good to run foul on Dad Carter these days. Dad Carter's all right, Arizona. Like it's not if it had been some other rancher, we'd all be riding the Chuck line right now. Yeah. Dad sure had a heap of trouble since Rose left. Lost half his hood last winter. Why, we won't be able to round up enough cattle to mourn pay the interest on his loan on this ranch. We ain't got nothing to holler about. Sight of Dad Carter, believe me. Sure we ain't, but that ain't no talk for right now anyhow with Rose coming home. Let's have some more music and you come home. Let it be, Alabama. Well, if that jug of yours is empty, you might to do something on that. Get your fiddle, Tenderfoot. Montana. Land into that squeeze box, boy. Arizona, grab your banjo and forget your troubles. Let's go now. Yeah. It worked half as hard as you play that fool banjo and the big boss wouldn't have no trouble with you. Oh, Shuff, the only place I saw you today was down there in the corral talking to that bronky horse. Ain't that the truth? Miss Rose will be plenty jealous of that horse when she gets back. The way you've been making up to it. Oh, hang it, Bob Caterfella. Train a horse without getting joked about it all the time. Well, if you call training a horse to sit on the fence and talk to it like you would a two-year-old kid, I'll trade my jackknife for a billy-gold. Well, I'm going to show you, boy, something one of these days. Alabama, I told you when you brought that coyose in off the range and I'm saying it again. What? No man's ever going to ride him. I can tell a wild horse when I see one. I'll ride him when the time comes, and you can place your bets where you like. All I ask is that you keep your hands off of him. You don't need to tell me that. I don't hanker for that broke hand, me, no souvenir. Something tickling your ribs, Tex? Well, I just thought if you'd tell us when you're going to ride that drone, we can send 10-foot to town to get some more liniment. Well, you boys can do your laughing now, but someday you're going to find out. Better sing something for Alabama, Tex, just to calm him down a little. Oh, sure. Well, I'll see just what I can do for him. Hey, shut that door. Was you raised in a barn? Good evening, Mr. Carter. Well, Arizona, I figured you and 10-foot being your bumps for this time, you're getting up right now to fix that fence. Come on in, Mr. Carter, and sit with us for a spare. We were just having a little music before hitting the hay. Was that you strumming on the guitar, Tex? Might as well admit it, Mr. Carter. We're all feeling mighty good. Hearing that Rose is going to be back with us on the Red Horse Ranch. Yes, Rose is coming home to her old dad. I don't know how I ever got along without her. Go ahead, Tex. That's what I come down here for, to hear you boys sing. All right, I'll sing this one for you. Good, too, if I know the word that's coming from. Oh, Tex eats enough to earn his pay, Dad. Well, it's going to be like old times with the Rose back. Yes, sir. And now, which one of you will volunteer to drive in the buckboard after, when she comes home? Wait a minute. Now, it sounds like we're going to have to draw straws or something. It can't all go. Well, it seems to me the foreman's a man that ought to do that, Dad. Oh, no, no, no. Wait a minute. You're taking an unfair advantage of the boys there, Alabama. I'll tell you, we'll make a little sport of this. We'll have a horse race to decide who'll go in after all. That's fair enough. Alabama, there's a chance for you to show us you can ride that roan out there. No, I figure there's still plenty of life in old bin. That roan's not ready to be rode yet. Well, the race is all won, far as I'm concerned. Me and Tiger will kick plenty of dust in your faces. Well, then it's all set. We lay off tomorrow morning, and the man that wins gets to drive in after roads when she comes. Old men will show you boys some speed. Say, my pit will run circles around you fellas. What's that tend of what? You and Arizona are going to be down there fixing that south fence tomorrow morning. Now, Mr. Carter, Tenderfoot should have a chance with the rest of us. No, he's doing what I said. Him and Arizona both. But as long as the rest of us are laying off. Well, that's all right, Alabama. I don't reckon roads would care about me coming after it. Sure you wouldn't. Well, now, let's all you fellas sing a song. Give me a right lively one. You always did like hand me down the walking cane, didn't you, boss? Yes, the way you boys sing it. Start them off, Montana. Hand me down my walking cane. Hand me down my walking cane. Hand me down my walking cane. Oh, hand me down my walking cane. I believe on the midnight train all my sins are taken away. I got drunk and it got in jail. I got drunk and it got in jail. I got drunk and it got in jail. I had no one to call my bill. All my tears were taken away. Hand me down my walking cane. Hand me down my walking cane. Oh, hand me down my walking cane. I believe on the midnight train all my sins are taken away. Hand me down my walking cane. Thank you. Well, I'll be getting on back up to the house. It ain't gonna be lonely up there much longer. Well, we'll see you in the morning, Mr. Carter. Yes, have your ponies ready. It's gonna be quite a race. Good night, boy. Good night, Mr. Carter. Before I go, boys, I want to ask you one thing. When Rose gets back, don't say nothing to her about the trouble, will you? Of course we won't, Mr. Carter. Yeah, I don't want nothing to worry her. Well, good night. Good night, Mr. Carter. Dad sure is game. He looked mighty worried to me, though, Alabama. Boys, Dad Carter has got a hard pull ahead of him if he counts on keeping the Red Horse Ranch. Well, folks, we're going to hear a lot about these boys on the Red Horse Ranch. But what about old Sam Carter? Is there really danger that he and his band of cowboys will have to leave the Red Horse Ranch? Be sure to listen.