 P.O.S.T. P.O.S.T. Post, the serials you like the most, brings you the Roy Rogers show, starring the king of the cowboys himself, Roy Rogers. It's round the time on the double-R bar. So sell your horse, cause we're going to ride four. The double-R bar raps transcribe stories and songs of the real west with the whipper-wills, the wisest trail-scout of the mall, Jonah Weil, played by Forrest Lewis, the queen of the west, Day 11's, and in person, the king of the cowboys, Roy Rogers. Well howdy folks, this is Roy Rogers. All set for a good breakfast in the morning, buckaroos? You RF mom keeps that post-serial shelf filled because there's nothing like post-serials to start the day off right. You know, you can always count on anything bearing the brand-name post. Well sir, we've been told that Lee Bulo and his gang are operating all around our territory, but so far, they haven't dared hit Mineral City, and things are pretty quiet here right now. And not every day your bank deals in sums as big as this, eh, Mr. Pratt? It's a lot of money, B. Four thousand two hundred and fifty dollars. Ma and I done real well to save that much in our lifetime, considering everything. Yeah, we'll count it out now. I had sometimes pulled a dollar away, and there were so many things we'd like to have had, but we're happy we did now. I'm eating hard, real estate office. We're buying us a little house and a few wakers. The old Robinson place. You probably know it. I figure what with the garden we raise and the odd jobs I can get, we'll have a real comfortable old age. A long time coming, but it's here now. There you are. Four thousand two hundred and fifty dollars. You got me. Oh lad. Excuse me. Well, now to start a new life. Good day, Mr. Pratt. Peter Nicholas picks up his money and walks toward the door of the bank. His steps are slow with the weight of old age. His shoulders are stooped from long years of hard work, but his line face radiates a light of happy hope. Notting a friendly greeting to a man entering the bank, Pete steps outside. Almost instantly a group of horsemen emerge from around the corner at the end of the street, rides straight to the bank. Pete finds himself directly in the path of plunging hooves. The horseman are riding the old man down. One of the men leaves from his horse, grabs Pete's money, and the gang continues on its way. Peter Nicholas lies in the dust of the street where he has fallen, sobbing hopelessly. His money is gone. Money he and Ma put by dollar by dollar over 40 years time. With it went their dream of a peaceful, unherried old age. Townspeople are running toward the bank. Among them is the sheriff. Here comes Roy Rogers, Day 11's and Jonah too. Stand aside. Let's find out what happened. Pete, are you all right? Oh, he's hurt, Roy. Here, here. Leave me help you up. Them no good pole catcher running a man down. Pete had just drawn out his life savings, Roy. He was on his way to the real estate office to buy that old Robinson place so they could retire. We'll get your money back. That's a promise, Pete. How many of you men will volunteer to ride a bus? Yeah, you'll be wasting your time. It was Lee Bulo and his gang got my money. Are you sure? I recognized him. He'll lead his gang to their secret hideout. Nobody's ever been able to find it. No, it's been trying for months. Sheriff, you and the posse trail Bulo direct. His hideouts are located near Hard Rock somewhere. Dale and Jonah and I will do some investigating over there and maybe we'll dig out enough information to know where these rattlers hold up. You let me ride with you, Roy. They might want me to be fighting. Okay, Pete, and this time we'll put an end to Bulo's gang. We'll find the hideout or the sheriff in his posse will track them down. That's for sure. After a full day's ride, Roy, Dale, and Jonah and the gentle old man have crossed the mountains. They're entering Hard Rock, a dusty, ramshackle little town. Few strangers come here for Hard Rock has only one business. Protecting men who follow the all-who trail, supplying them with a safe place in which to hide or celebrate. Strangers are not wanted. Who, who? Let's tie up here. Hey, it looks like a fine souvenir shop up at the end of the street. Where? In the building with the old Dutch windmill on top. You'll get a souvenir there all right. That place is the grinding wheel. One of the most notorious hangouts in the country. They don't sell silvery spoons in great pictures of the town or bric-a-brac or nothing like that, duty. I'm afraid not, Jonah. Hey, wait. Say here a minute. I don't know whether you noticed or not, but see that hombre getting off his horse up ahead? Yeah. No bric-a-brac. We passed him just before we got into town. Big disappointment. How'd he get up there then? He must have turned around and rode for all he was worth to get ahead of us. He may be a lookout stationed to give warning when strangers come into town. Fine town, this is. He's heading for the grinding wheel, Roy. That means he is a lookout. And he's going to announce we're here. What's our next move? We'll keep Pete head on over to the hotel. The manager's a friend of mine. Ask him to let you go up on the roof and watch the trails leading into town. See if we can spot Bulo's gang, huh? The minute you see any riders moving in from the mountains, let me know. Where will you be? At the grinding wheel. We're going to have to bluff it through now that we're here. Jonah and I will inquire for Bulo and see what happens. The windmill on the roof started turning, Roy. I see it. I don't like the looks of things, Jonah. Me either. Heck of a town that don't sell bric-a-brac. Well, let's see what kind of luck we have. Yeah. Hey, these fellas in here look as if they didn't know whether it was raining or Tuesday. And what's more, I don't believe they give a what-or-you-have. Just take the lead from me, Jonah. Ah, Roy, about a week more and I can have the book I'm writing all finished if I live. So be careful, won't you? This is Andy's sales coming towards us. The boss, I think. He's bigger in a load of hay, ain't he? Maybe I ought to warn you, Jensen. Nobody comes in here except by invitation. We're looking for a man named Bulo. Got any idea where we can find him? He ain't here. I ask where we can find him. You don't want to find him, you want to get out of here. Oh, Dorothy may catch me now. Now go on. Start moving. Watch who you're shoving, sale. Roy pushing sales hard. The man stumbles backward, grabbing for his gun. He regains his balance, faces Roy, gun in hand. Hickey, spike. Outside, do that job. Now, Rogers, I'm going to be big-hearted. I'm going to have you taken back across the mountains. I'd advise you to go peaceable, because if there's any fuss... Sales has come up to Roy. This is why these leering faces close to Roy's own. If there's any fuss at all, we'll shoot to kill. Roy's fist catches Andy's sales squarely on the jaw. Then, before sales can recover, another. And another. Sales' big body of waivers crumbles to the floor. Draw your gun, Jonah. Stand back. The first man who makes a move gets hurt. And what's more, you stay hurt. One of you men, you there. You locked the door after we came in. Now open it. Yes, sir. Yes, sir, Mr. Rogers. Yes, sir. Time to leave here, Jonah. Yeah, shoot me. For your benefit, sales. We're standing in town till we find Bulu. Make something of it if you can. Whole cat could be running a nice brick-a-back store instead of a joint. Right, Jay. Come on, get that door open. Yes, sir, Mr. Rogers. It's coming right now, sir. I'll have it. There. Come on, Jonah. Whole cat. Walk down the street towards the hotel. Well, what would you intend your oil-fired hurry to get out of there for Roy? We had him. Yeah, but before we got him, sales sent two of these men outside. Told them to go do some job. Yeah, I hate that. That job may have been to get Dale. We know they spotted us right in the town. They might know. Hey, there she is, motioning first to hurry. Convolutions. Trouble can happen fast here. This is Bulo's home ground. Anything goes to keep outlaws protected. There they are, Roy. The mountain trail. I see them, Dale. They're right in the way, though. Maybe it ain't Bulo's gang. It is all right. And when we first come up here, they was heading this direction. Yes, sir. It was just as though they'd gotten a signal, Roy. Maybe they did get a signal from some of the rattlers Jonah and I met up with. Pete, you wanted to help. Now's your chance. Just say the word, Roy. I want you to get on your horse and find the sheriff. Why? We'll be able to see you past the outskirts. And if they try to stop you, it'll be between here and there. Yeah, hurry. Good luck. Now, he's a real nice fella. Now, I hope we get his money back, but we'll never do it as long as the sheriff is mixed up in things. Now, just because the sheriff is beating your time with Dorothy May, is no reason... Yeah, beating whose time? Pete... Well, I say there ain't nothing between Dorothy May and me except your business. Oh, sure. Well, sure. She's typing the book. I'm writing. That's all. Pete's downstairs. Look, watch now. We can't let anything happen to him. Maybe we should have gone ourselves, Roy. You poo on the sheriff. You say, poo, poo, poo. No, because as soon as Pete's on his way safe, we've got to find out how signals are sent to Bulo's gang and then send some signals to ourselves and invite them to come back. That's a good idea. If we can time it right, they'll run right into the sheriff's arms. If not, we may have to handle them alone. If you could spend a day around a ranch, like the double-R bar, know what you'd find? The most important meal of the day is breakfast. Yes, sir, that's the meal that gets everyone up on his toes ready to tackle anything. And you can bet you'd find post-sugar crisp on the breakfast table ready for anyone who wants a really delicious cereal treat. Mmm, that wholesome sugar and honey-coated puffed wheat helps start any day off right. How folks love a great big bowl full of it with just milk or cream. No sugar needed. It's already sweet. Of course, post-sugar crisp is a wonderful treat to keep handy all day long because it's a perfect snack between meals, too. And you can also dig right into the package, scoop up a handful, as is, and eat it like candy. No matter how you have it or when, post-sugar crisp is fun to eat. You try it. Get post-sugar crisp in the giant or regular-sized package with the three little bears on the front. Roy, Dale, and Jonah wait on the roof of the hotel in Hard Rock watching the road that leads out of town. Pete Nicholas is to travel that road alone in an effort to get out of town and locate the sheriff's posse. While Pete is gone, Roy hopes to discover how messages are sent to Bulo's gang in the mountains and then set up a trap to bring them into town. But first, Pete must get away safely. There, he's out of the hotel. Yeah. Say, Roy, how long are we going to have to wait after Pete is safe before we go into action? Well, probably about an hour. We want to have the sheriff get here ahead of Bulo, but not too far ahead. Our word might leak out. Sheriff. Pooh. Keep your mind on the business at hand. We will. Well, what if Dorothy May see an old fella like him? Old fella like who? The sheriff. You're bound determined to say he's beaten by time with Dorothy May, and it ain't no such. Did you find out for sure the sheriff was calling on her the night she wouldn't let you in? Well, I kind of hinted to her that it was. But instead of answering me direct, she just flicked some dust off of my lapels and smiled at their fetch me sandwich smile and says in her smooth voice, I, Dale, when she coos at you with that smooth voice, I feel just like somebody is rubbing my back with a handful of pussywood. Oh, Jonah. Well, go on. What did she say in her smooth voice? Well, she says, I say, she says, Jonah, I don't believe I ever met a man as strong as you were. Oh, Pete's going to make it all right. Just a couple of jumps more and he hits the mountain trail, Roy. Dorothy May was a change in the subject, you see. I say she was a change in the subject. And that might work with a fat head like the sheriff, but it didn't work with me. No, sir, I investigated. Is that what you were doing when you disappeared yesterday afternoon? Yeah, yeah. I timed myself, you see. So I got to the school just before school was out. And I hid behind one of the trees in the front yard. Well, they come out carrying that new camera that somebody gave Dorothy May. And he stopped right under the tree that I was hiding behind. She'd snap his picture while he giggled. And then he'd snap hers while she giggled. Oh, man, I had to have the field of iron to stay where I was that day. Well, what are you going to do about it? Anything? Well, first time I catch a sheriff without his badge, I'm going to hit him on his fat nose. But first, I'm going to beat his time and play Dorothy May along until she ain't good for nothing, but to set it to winter and sigh for me. And I'm going to pull him a fast one. What's the fast one? Well, by that time, she'd have my book typed and I'll walk through her door and I'll never come back. You see, I'll never come back. I'll be on my way to a big town where I can cut a wide swat. Oh, Jonah, that's about it. And then she won't have nothing to do evening except correct examination papers and buffer nails. Jonah, you're a mighty heartless man. Pete's hit the mountain trails, Roy. Yeah, I know. But we'll stay right here for an hour or so. And where we can see what goes on in town, then we'll start working earnest. We won't go in the grinding wheel. We'll wait in the doorway next door. We understand, Roy. And nab the first man who comes out of the grinding wheel and see if we can persuade him to talk. Oh, by talking, you mean tell how signals are sent to Bulo's gang. That's it. Get to the cafe as soon as... Hey, hold it. What's the matter? Convolutions. Right outside, coming up to the hotel. That doorkeeper for the grinding wheel. Yes, Mr. Rogers. He is here. That fella? Yeah. Mr. Rogers, quick, let me in. Don't go outside. What do you want? Talk fast. I don't know if you remember me, Mr. Rogers. I work for Mr. Sales at the cafe. Don't ever tell anybody I claimed that Mr. Sales would kill me if he found it out. They got the man who was with you. Oh, no. What's that? He sent some of his gun slicks after the fella. They caught him on the mountain trail, and brought him back to the cafe. That can't be. We were watching the whole time. They knew it was. That's why they waited until he got into the mountains. And they circled around and brought him in from the other end of town. You're lying. You're setting a trap for us. No, no. There's one chance in a thousand they have got. Hurry, hurry, hurry. All right, all right. We'll go back. But you're going with us. You'll walk through the door of the cafe the same time we do. Come on, let's go. The life of a human being is more precious than any of the world's riches. For that reason and that reason alone, Roy, Dale, and Jonah go with a fawning man who claims to be double crossing Andy Sales. They ride up to the cafe this time. Silence greets them. Silence and the almost deserted appearance of the street. Come on. I don't like this quiet. It makes me feel like... There's a couple of bombers in that doorway behind us. Jay, they're posted all around us in every direction. Don't go for your gun, Rogers. Too late for that. You sure it's too late, Sales? Try something and see. You're surrounded. Drop your guns, pelt them all right where you are. I done my work well, didn't I, Mr. Sales? I tricked them good, real good. We've got a pretty good idea of why the old fellow who was with you left. You sent him to get the law. That means you found out something. But whatever it is, you'll never tell it to the law. You won't be able to talk for the time the law arrives. I'll start moving. We want you inside. Don't go any further. I'll close the door, Mr. Sales. I'll close the door right away. Before you do that, start the Dutch mill. Should I hang lanterns on the blades first? The sun's going down. No. But the sun's going down. Mr. Bulo might not... No, what I tell you, nothing else. Yes, sir, Mr. Sales. Yes, sir, whatever you say. So that's how Bulo and his gang get your signals. The old Dutch mill. Sure enough. You got smart a little too late, Rodgers. We're sending for Bulo. He'll be here and take care of you within the hour. The time the law arrives, they won't be able to find even a sign that any of you were ever here. Don't be too sure, Sales. The law moves fast sometimes, and a posse may get here before Bulo drops around. It's Bulo's gang, Dale and Jonah. I know the sheriff would never make it an old fellow like him, locked up, joints. Or every time he sits down, they can't get him to stand in without using a crowbar. Do you think we're done for, Roy? Here they are, Bulo. Take them to hide out and get rid of them. I don't want anything further to do with this. It's been a long time since we met face-to-face, Bulo. We won't stop to talk over old times. Get up and start walking toward your horses. Sure, but from what I've overheard, I understand we have a chance to see your hideout. That depends. We may kill you on the way. That'd be a shame if you did. We've been sort of counting on seeing the hideout. Within minutes, Roy, Dale and Jonah are on their horses, riding under guard in the mountain area outside Hard Rock. They travel slowly, for the sun is set, the narrow trail twists and winds around a steep precipice. They enter wild country, completely uninhabited, probably uncharted as well. Four members of the gang ride ahead to break the trail. Then Roy, then Dale, then Jonah. Finally, the remainder of the gang. Roy wonders if their silence is not a bad sign. Hey, Jonah, the moon's getting behind the cloud. When it gets all the way behind, I'll drop off a trigger. You follow my example and password back to Dale to do the same. Jonah does as he's told. All three know the danger. Once off the horses, the only possible route of escape was a drop over the side of the cliff. Roy glances back at Jonah, slides from the saddle. Jonah follows suit, then Dale. Oh, turn around, trigger. Go back, head for home. Rush him off the trail, head for home, trigger. Jump and hope we make it, Dale and Jonah. Roy, Dale and Jonah wait only to see trigger charging back to the line of startled outlaws and make the perilous jump. Booms fly, horses squeal, men shout. As horses and riders punch over the cliff, Roy, Dale and Jonah jump. Dale, Jonah, are you all right? I made it, Roy. I think I'm alive, but they know what we're up to. We've got to get guns. Guns? How? The outlaws trigger poops off to the trail and have guns. We'll take them. Got guns now. You bet. What happened to Bulo? Well, he and the three men who rode ahead of us on the trail must have gone on ahead. But Bulo was the man we wanted most. As long as we've got those others tied up down below, we have a good chance of taking Bulo, too. Hey, listen. That's Bullet. What a situation. Here, Bullet. This way, fella. Come on, fella. A poo, the giggling goon got lost again. Hey, good boy, Bullet. Good boy. Roy, you're just in time, Sheriff. Have part of your posse go over the side of the cliff and get those men down there. Bulo's gone on ahead. We'll put Bullet on his trail and take him. Gardener, nobody's going to have to ride herd on you to eat breakfast. No sir-ree. Once you try new, improved post-toasties, the heap good corn flakes, you'll get up and go for them because you're heading for the best thing that's happened to corn since the Indians discovered it. Mm, flakes of sweet kernel flavor. Cracklin' fresh. They won't mush up in milk. Post-toasties, heap good corn flakes. The best thing that's happened to corn since the Indians discovered it. Heap good corn flakes. Post-toasties, heap good corn flakes. Say, big Indians, little Indians, everybody's wild about those fresh-tasting post-toasties. And with sugar and cream, they're heap good nourishment, too. Tomorrow, head straight as an arrow for your favorite grocers and ask for new, improved post-toasties. Post-toasties, heap good corn flakes. The best thing that's happened to corn since the Indians discovered it. Heap good corn flakes. Post-toasties, heap good corn flakes. Example of your man, Bulo, and come on out where you're still able to walk. Hold it, Sheriff. I can see him inside the cabin from here. I'll bring him out. Want another gun, Roy? No, this one's fine. There goes the pole catch hat. Put a board right in front of his nose. Well, make it quick. We'll take these four on in, Sheriff. You'd better take your posse and head on over to Hard Rock and clean house there. Roy, man, I know we can't ever repay you for getting our money back, but we had a little talk and decided you ought to have this as a sort of a memento to show you we do appreciate what you've done. What is it, Pete? A ring. Friendship ring, Sorter. I gave Ma when we was first engaged. Couldn't afford nothing better than the Lord knows he deserved it. He thought if you can't use it, Roy, maybe Dale could and you could see it on her finger. Oh, Pete. Pete, I'll tell you what. We'll accept this ring with thanks from the bottom of our hearts and now we're giving it back to you so you can put it on Ma's finger again as a sign of our friendship and love for you too. Yeah. Thank you, Roy. Where is it? Where is that sniveling sneaking up not just this rabbit hole? There you are. Who? Me? Yes, you! What were you doing hiding behind a tree in the school you had the other afternoon? Hiding behind a tree in the school. Now, leave me thinking. Don't lie! Don't try to wiggle out of it. I've got proof that would stand up Look at this! Easy, 32 pictures and you're ugly mug sticking out from around that tree in every last one of them. You ruined the whole role of film. Well, well, at least she did. Well, yeah. Now, here's you and me. Here's Dorothy May and me. Oh, yeah. I remember the silly giggle you did when you was taking this one. No, don't remember anything. And after this one, you kind of stroked your hands sly like when you handed the camera back. I did not. You did too, and you're a pole cat for doing it. Take off your clothes. Dorothy May's mine, and I'm protecting her from stitches you did. Take off your clothes. I think we ought to get out of here. It's the noisier person can't hear himself think. Besides, it looks as though these two young boys have a problem they want to settle. That's all for now, folks. This is Roy Rogers saying to all of you, from all of us, I wish you the good Lord take a liking to you. See you next week. Happy trails to you until happy trails. Roy Rogers' show is brought to you by Post-Series each week at this same time with the Whipper Wills, Forrest Lewis, Dale Evans, and the king of the Cowboys himself, Roy Rogers. An art brush production transcribed, directed by Tom Hargis, scripted by Ray Wilson, music by Milton Charles. Featured in today's cast were Frank Hemingway, Herb Butterfield, Tim Graham, Earl Lee, and Leo Curly. This is Art Ballantier speaking for P-O-S-T Post-Series. Happy trails, happy trails Who cares about the clouds if we're together?