 It's the Roundup. There's some doubt in the boys' minds as to whether they're going to enjoy the Roundup as much this year. Big Boss has decided to leave Alibam on the ranch until he fully recovers from his injury and to send Steve Bradford as foreman of the outfit in his place. Alibam has not yet told Mr. Carter that Steve Bradford was responsible for that head injury. Well, here's the whole outfit almost ready to hit the trail. Come on, Alibam! Yeah! Let me see it horses for every rider. All right. We have a plenty of hard riding before this Roundup's over. Sure. We are bringing in every cow, rusty maverick and doggy with the Red Horse brand and putting them on the market. Sure. All right, Mr. Carter. Yeah. Rose, you better stay back in the house. There's too much going on down here. Oh, but Dad, you've always let me see the boys off on the Roundup before. I won't be in the way. Really, I won't. Well, all right, Mr. Carter. They should have been on the trail two hours ago. Cokie hasn't got hair for the supplies in that chuck wagon yet. Oh, Dad, isn't it always thrilling the Roundup? Oh, all the boys seem so happy and excited. It's the same way every year. Yes. Dad wasn't many years ago when I was riding a herd with them. Well, they should be happy. No worries. Just ride, eat, sleep. And sing. Oh, don't forget that, Dad. Yes, and sing. But that's not bringing the cattle in. And any delay or trouble may mean giving up the Red Horse brand. Oh, please, Dad. Don't worry today. The boys will all soon be gone. They'll bring that herd in for you all right. Oh, listen, Arizona. Not the way that Arizona's working. They won't. Sitting in the back of that hoodlum wagon. Freeing his banjo. Cokie! Ah, the music. And the chuck wagon. Boys, huh? I don't figure this is a time for it when so much counts on us getting that hood in the market. No. No, yes. I told you that I put Steve Branson in charge of the outfit. But, Mr. Carter, I never felt better in my life. You don't take me for a tender foot, do you? But, Alabama, you know you've been ill. You'll get dizzy again. Oh, I don't want you to risk it either. You know, I'm sorry, Alabama. But I promised Bradford and, uh, well, I can't change my word to him now. But I'll go along. I've been training Red for the last three months. He's the best cow horse on the range. I don't see how I can do it, Alabama. I know there's bad blood between you and Bradford. It, uh, well, it wouldn't do. Well, all right, Mr. Carter. I guess that's final. Yeah, you'll be feeling frustrated the time the roundup's over. I figure that's soon enough for you to do any more hard riding. Get them bedrooms in the trailer there, boys. Alabama, I think I know just how you feel. Oh, I'd love to go myself. It must be such fun. All the boys out on the trail and... Yeah, Rose. I never thought I'd miss a roundup. Well, come on, Red. Let's go back to the corral. Don't be scared of Tex up there on the fence. He's only singing. And that railroad track with the black smoke coming from that old smoke. Heard as ever. What's left of me? He don't look like no sick man to me. Oh, sanded up and ready to go, I see. We sure was afraid you wouldn't be with us this spring. Well, I'm afraid you're right, Idaho. The old man sat on sending Steve Bradford to bullshit. By golly, I never thought he'd go through with that. I never saw nobody like that Steve Bradford in my life parking Carter into making him form into this outfit on the roundup. I'd like to know his game. Nobody knows yet why he's trying to buy every ranch in the valley. Don't even know why he wanted to get a hold of Red Horse Ranch. Well, I'll tell you, boys. Sooner or later, Bradford's going to get in over his neck. You mark my word. Your sons, to me, you know something you ain't telling, Alabama. Well, I can't say as I know now, but you boys stand by me, and I figure Bradford's playing a losing game. You know you can count on us. I appreciate that, boys. It sure means a lot. Say, has anyone seen tenderfoot around here? Well, Dad Carter sent him over to help pitch up a chuck wagon, Alabama. Well, I'd like to talk with him alone, boys, if you don't mind. We'll see you before we push off, Alabama. All right. I'll be over there at the chuck wagon. Cookie's having fun here, too. Yeah, he can't get that old burrow of his to budge. Need any help, Cookie? Build a farm with that farmer. Cookie, that'll get him started. He might put a better cactus where it'll do some good. He'll never get started waiting for that stubborn burrow. Well, isn't he in that burrow he's stubborn? He goes when he feels good or when he don't feel good. Well, like you ever did, feel good, didn't you, Cookie? Yeah, he feel good sometime, but how can you look in his eyes? Feel good. He just, um, sick. Come on here for a win. Well, there comes Bradford riding in. Must be ready to hit the trail. The horse is from the Hootland Wagon and sing him a song as we pull out. Nothing to how I feel, fellows. Well, we'll be riding together soon, mighty soon. Well, come on, boys. Stretch out. Let's go. You're getting plenty of rest for a few days from the way it looks. Take care of rows for me. I'll be waiting here for you, Bradford. Ha, ha, ha. You and me have got some work to do. Now we're sure Alabama has something up his sleeve and say about Steve Bradford. Why did he offer to take charge of Carter's Red Horse outfit for him? We have a feeling that there may be more excitement before the round-ups over.