 Life on the Red Horse Ranch. Before an outlaw leader but the name of Trigger Dawson was killed, he hid his loot, leaving only a strange map to point to its whereabouts. Alabama and the boys of the Red Horse Outfit are in possession of a part of the map and have followed its trail to a point on Roaring River. While Alabama and his party ride down into the canyon of Roaring River, the rest of the boys remain at the top of the cliff, awaiting their return. It seems like a long time since Alabama. What do you suppose they're doing? I ain't gonna sit up here waiting much longer, but as long as we're here, come on. Sure, let's sing long, yet next to a, oh my darling. Like she was and like a fairy, and her shoes were number nine, herring boxes with autopsies and those were for Clementine. Oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling, Clementine. You are lost and gone forever, dreadful, sorry, Clementine. Grosy ducklings to the water every morning, just at nine, hit her foot against the splint. You are lost and gone forever, Clementine. Ruby lips above the water, blowing bubbles soft and fine. Well, as for me, I was no swimmer, so I lost my Clementine. Oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling, Clementine. You are lost and gone forever, dreadful, sorry, Clementine. In a church yard near the canyon where the myrtle doth entwine, there grow roses and other poses fertilized by Clementine. Oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling, Clementine. You are lost and gone forever, dreadful, sorry, Clementine. Then the minor, forty-niners, soon began to peek and pine. Call the order, join his daughter, now he's with his Clementine. Oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling, Clementine. You are lost and gone forever, dreadful, sorry, Clementine. Oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling, Clementine. You are lost and gone forever, dreadful, sorry, Clementine. I sure was worried about Miss Alabama, oh, woe, inbound, man. Oh, listen, Cookie, we're getting worried over nothing. Let's just sing some more. Yeah, start us off on something there, it's all right. Yeah. Sourwood Mountain. I've got a gal in the Sourwood Mountains, Ho-di-um-di-i-di-li-ay. She won't come and I won't call her Ho-di-um-di-i-di-li-ay. Looster's a crowin' in the Sourwood Mountains, Ho-di-um-di-i-di-li-ay. So many pretty gals, I can't count them, Ho-di-um-di-i-di-li-ay. Big dog's bark and the little ones bite you, Ho-di-um-di-i-di-li-ay. Big girl's cord and the little ones bite you, Ho-di-um-di-i-di-li-ay. My true love lives up in Letcher, Ho-di-um-di-i-di-li-ay. She won't come and we turn to file Fetcher, Ho-di-um-di-i-di-li-ay. My true love lives over the river, Ho-di-um-di-i-di-li-ay. Two more jumps and I'll be with her, Ho-di-um-di-i-di-li-ay. I got a gal at the head of the holler, Ho-di-um-di-i-di-li-ay. She won't come and I won't file her, Ho-di-um-di-i-di-li-ay. Ha ha, that was fun. Say, now it's your turn, Cookie. Do you mean for me to sing? Sure, why not? Arizona will help you out with his guitar there. Well, all I know is a blue song, and it makes me feel powerful and happy. Listen to that. Cookie feels so low he could walk under a rattlesnake on stilts and never know the snake was there. Say, how does that song go, Cookie? Drag me some cars on that get-fit-lass on, I'll show you. Said the blues ain't nothing, but a good man are feeling bad. Ooh, that's bad. Oh, the blues ain't nothing, but a good man are feeling bad. Boy, but there was no feeling, honey, that I ever got, and I fell, give me back my good. Say, tell her, but don't spoil you see anything of the boys coming back, do you? No, I don't, Cheyenne. Seems a long time ago since Alabama and Idaho and doing Bob Road down towards the river doesn't. Well, guys, there ain't nothing down there to hurt them. They couldn't have all slept and fell over the cliff into the river. Oh, lost and poor Mr. Alabama and the whole little dude. Don't let Arizona worry, Cookie. I tell you, they may be headed up here right now with all of Dawson's loot. Thousands of dollars of it, Cookie. Just load it down. Well, just the same, I was worried I would. Say, Cookie, let me show you something. What are you going to do, Dad? Holy, at least I'm out of way over there. Well, that wasn't nobody over there, Cookie. That was just an echo from the other side of the canyon. Go ahead and yield us a tune, Tex, and we'll kind of get double for money on this. Come on, yeah. I need Lurdy Uddley, cowboy, as happy as I can. My stockyard is home, sweet home to me. Have no cares like millionaires, no griefs to make me blue. Go my way from day to day and paddle my own canoe. I need Lurdy Uddley, keep my troubles to myself and smile right through a tear. Hope that I never get old and live 10,000 years. Keep your horses hidden back here behind these trees, boys. Them riders are coming down the trail right across the river from where we are now. My God, Fuzz, I can hardly believe my eyes. Would you look who's leading that outfit? It's Steve Bradford. You're right. I had an idea he was in on this. And if they know just where that loot's buried, they'll head right for it. Hey, Uddley, come back here. You'd better stay right here with us, Uddley. We don't want Bradford and his men to see any of us. I was just looking for where the loot was buried, Albin. I can't find it. Well, you've got to be mighty careful, Uddley. Them men across the river there would like to get that loot, too. We mustn't let them know that we are here. Don't look like there's no danger of them seeing us. They're too busy with what they're doing. Look, that fella's got a map, too. I bet you that's what it is. They seem to have some sort of direction there. I'd hope. That must be the other half of this map. Yeah, I bet my right arm it is. Yes, sir. They seem to be satisfied with what they see, Art. Now, what do you suppose they count on doing? They're leaving their horses and walking right down under the falls. But there couldn't be any loot hidden around there. But where did they go, Albin? Did they walk right under the falls? They've plumbed out of sight. By Jax, I've got it. There's a cavern back under that fall. I'll send you one. Say, if that's the case, it looks like it's all up for us then. There ain't no entrance from this side. We can't get in from this side of the falls. Well, there's got to be some way of getting in there from this side. We can't let Bradford make off with that loot. Well, it's a sure thing we can't get across the river. Well, let's get up as near the falls as we can. If we can only get across the river and wait for Bradford to come out. No use trying that. It's from this side we've got to get into the cavern. I'd hope. Bob, where's Dewey? What, what? He was right behind us. Dewey, where are you? Are you couldn't have just disappeared? Dewey, Dewey, where are you? You're right. But where are you, Dewey? Take care. Now, what do you suppose has got into that cellar? What are you doing back there, Dewey? I found a little cave. See here? Bank of the bushes. My golly, it is a cave. Couldn't get us through there, though. But where do we go? There I am. Inside the cave. Come on, back here. Come on in. Why, that's no little cave. I tell you, boys, it must be a hidden entrance to that cavern. Bradford's already ahead of you. And listen, folks. Don't miss the next episode of Red Horse Ranch.