 Life on the Red Horse Ranch. As we join the boys at Red Horse Ranch, there's a lull in the day's activities. Alabama's wandered down to the corral on the lookout for red. While up at the bunkhouse, Arizona is taxing his brain attempting to write a letter. Wish I was there again down in the little green valve Then my homesick heart would trouble me no more There's only one thing ever gives me consolation And that's a dream that I'll be going back someday And every night down upon my knees I pray the Lord to please take me Back to that little lull I see a candlelight down in the little green Where morning glory vines are twining round the door How I wish I was there again down in the little green valve Or then my homesick heart would trouble me no more There's only one thing ever gives me consolation And that's a dream that I'll be going back someday And upon my knees I pray the Lord to please take me Back to that little lull Hey Arizona, grab your banjo and wrangle us out of tune on it. No sir, long as we ain't working today, I'm getting a chance to write this letter. Guys, I didn't even know you could write it. Say, who'd you be writing to anyhow? Arizona, you ain't still thinking about that gal up in Denver. No, shut up and let me get this letter in. P-E-N-N. Oh, I see, he's got that catalog again. Must be writing for a new pair of spurs. Don't see where he got the money to pay for them. Dad Carter sure ain't handed me any pay for the last two months. Oh my God, that's cause he ain't got it, Bob. Well, I guess we'll be writing a chuck line before long. But I ain't pecking out of here till I'm right sure we can't help Dad hang on to this Red Horse range. Hey Bob, how do you spell Ventracust? Arizona, have you gone plum, loco? What in blazes are you talking about? Ventracust, can't you understand playing English? Sure, got me. Is that the name of a hat or a cattle brand? Oh guys, darn it. I ought to know that I couldn't expect any help from you haunted frogs. Well, here comes Tenderfoot in. Hey, he was wanting you and your fiddle. Get it and tune it right into it. Say, let's try Texas Barney and the Chicken Coupe. You've got that letter wrote to say. If I'll help you if I can, Arizona, what's the trouble? All I want to know is how to spell Ventracust. To spell what? Gosh, hang on, don't you know either? Ventracust, where you talking? It sound like somebody else is talking. Cause your voice ain't where you are, Carter. In other words, Arizona's gone plum, loco and ain't no help. Oh, you mean Ventriloquist, a fellow who can throw his voice. Well, sure, what do you think I've been talking about? Can you believe that? Arizona's been trying all this time to find out how to spell Ventriloquist. Well, how do you spell it? Well, you spell it anyhow. What in kingdom come do you want to know that for? I'm going to learn to be one of them. That's why it says right here in the catalog that you can learn to be a Ventracust and now I can't find out how to spell it. Well, well, Arizona's spelled out right there in the catalog. Huh, is that the way you spell it? Well, of course. Well, can you beat that? It's showing up here. Well, here's Alabama now. We'll all be here for a long time. You may not believe it, but that a horse of mine is back in the corral again. Yeah, I wonder where he runs away to out there. You figure on riding him on the roundup, you'd better count on carrying a log chain to hold him in at night. Or else clip his wings. Speaking of the roundup, Tex, what's that song you always sing out on night heard? Oh, this must be the one you mean. The cattle call. Yeah. The cowboy you sing when the cattle seems to be wrong. He casts his eyes to the stars and quit when it gets too dark to see bacon and black java fighting stampes all night. Yeah, that's a lie. I suppose we'll have to be away from the ranch for a while. I can't help thinking that some of us fellas ought to stay here. Why? What's eating on you now, Alabama? Well, boys, I learned something from Dan Higgins. He was riding over on the other side of the bar D this morning, and what he saw there ain't so good. What did Dan see, Alabama? He saw some stray cattle up there, and he holds the most dead shore that someone's been running the brands on. More or not? Well, where do you think the strays were from? Just one ranch, the Red Horse. A little rustling going on, is it? Well, we've had limb sort of arguments before. Dad's having enough trouble around enough of sizable herd this year. Yeah, this is one year. Every steer is going to count. We're looking around and found a spot over in the trees where some outfit had built a fire. It'd be easy to brand them doggies up there without being caught at it. Let me tell you, if we find any of that business going on this spring, there's going to be some powder burn. Well, there's no use getting on the peck till we're sure. Let's have another tune, boys. Grab your fiddle, tenderfoot, and let's go riding down to San Antonio. Come on, come on, come on, come on. And I'll meet you in San Antonio. San Antonio, San Antonio. She's come to Polyphony and Randall Waventone. If you see her, just let me know. And I'll meet you in San Antonio. Well, it's about time we hit in the bunks, boys. Yeah. You mind helping me off my boot stacks? Yeah. Come on, sorry, I'll be back the next time I go to Danville. I'm going to buy you a boot jack. Come on, get a hold of that. How about helping me now with my boot? I'll give you some of my boot where you don't want it. Oh, say, fellas, there's something else I want to mention before we turn in. Sure enough. Well, ever since Carter turned down Bradford on that deal for the ranch, Bradford's been acting pretty mean. I may be thinking ahead of myself, but it wouldn't do no harm for two or three of you to stay pretty close to the house. You all right, Alabama? I don't trust that Bradford no farther than I could throw a steer by the tail. Alabama, what do you count on doing about them cattle? A good outfit could change a lot of brands in a few days. It won't bother none to ride over there in the morning and take a look around. You better not say anything to Dad Carter till we know for sure. He's got a lot on his mind. Well, I advise you to carry your iron loose in your holster. Them rustling rats don't mind shooting. Well, I ain't looking for no trouble, but if there's any foul work of foot over there, we'll be ready for them. Rustlers, must the outfit on Red Horse Ranch face another danger? What will Alabama find out when he rides across the bar D? Careful, Alabama. Careful.