 theater starring Joel McCrae and Constance Moore in Smoky. Ladies and gentlemen, your producer, Mr. William Keely. Ladies and gentlemen, some 20 years ago, Will James, one of the West's great writers, got out of the saddle long enough to pen a simple yet thrilling story about a horse. As a result, from the rough and tumble country of cattle stampedes and gun-toting cowboys, come Smoky, an epic saga that has gone through many additions and been translated around the world. Tonight we bring you 20th Century Fox's great screen version of that story, and our stars are Joel McCrae and the lovely Constance Moore. The only character missing from our cast, that is so far as personal appearance goes, is Smoky himself. But I'm sure you can visualize a seal-brown stallion, sleek and spirited, his black mane flying against the blazing red, soft blues and yellows of the Utah Rangers. And I can imagine a better man to gentle him, as the phrase goes, than Joel McCrae. On to our play, act one of Smoky, starring Joel McCrae as Barclay and Constance Moore as Julie. As our theater lights are lowered, the curtain rises on Clint Barclay. The first time I ever saw Smoky, I was traveling then, getting as far as I could from Texas, but heading no place in particular. I reigned in when I saw this herd of horses in the valley. Cowhands were bringing them in from winter pasture, except Smoky had no intention of being brought in. Suddenly he cut loose from the rest of the herd and made for the canyon. The men tried to head him off, but Smoky was too smart for them and too fast. I guess maybe he was kind of foolish to me to feel the way I did, because the horse wasn't mine. But when I saw him proud and wild, I, well, I knew he was for me. And so I went after him. A few hours later, at the rocking our ranch. Well, there's the herd, Julie. Well, they seem to be in pretty good shape, because they are getting those brown sticks to the market by the first of the month. Oh, fine talk for a gal who knocked Indians off the tailgate of a covered wagon. Did I say I was worried? By the time you brought those horses in again, some foreman you are. That was taking time with me, Mrs. Riches. How do they look, Miss Julie? Fine. Have any trouble with them? Oh, they're a little skittish, but they're bound to be had to run wild for so long. Now, what about that few brown stallions? Did you bring him in this time? No, ma'am. I've smarted you again. Looks like I'll have to bring him in myself. He's all yours, Mrs. Riches. I'll make you two... Wait a minute. What's that over the rise there? What? I asked him. The stallion. Somebody's driving him in. Who's that rider? He got me, miss. Not one of our boys. Sure, meet a monkey out here, whoever he is. How'd he find the stallion? I don't know. Willie! That fella coming in. Tell him we want to see him. Afternoon. Nice work, young fella. Bring it in that stallion. I hope he's worth the trouble, you two. Sure looks good to me. Make a fine saddle horse if he's broke right. Oh, uh, you the owner of the rocking arm, ma'am? No, I am not the boss. Yes, bossy. I've been belongs to my granddaughter here. Uh, what'd you say your name is? Clint Barkley. Well, meet the boss. Mr. Barkley? Miss Riches. How do you do, Miss Riches? Hello. I heard you were hiring some extra wranglers. Oh, well, I was thinking about it, but I don't believe I mentioned it yet. Must have been your thinking I heard then. Maybe we could use an extra man. How about it, Jess? Oh, this is Mr. Hicks, our foreman. You know where you've been working, Barkley? Texas, Arizona, New Mexico. I mean, what else? Most all of them, one time or another. Oh, don't like one spot for long, huh? Depends on the spot. Some I like, some I don't. This place, I think I like. Can you break a horse? I think so. There's 30 bonks in that corral. It'll have to have the rough edges off of them by the first of the month. Think you could handle, say, half of them? I'd sure like to try. OK, Jess. OK. That's the bunkhouse over there, Barkley. I'll give you orders and leave them. Thanks. Thank you, Mr. Riches. What's the matter, Jess? Don't you like him? Oh, I just like to know a little something about the men we hire, Miss Julie. When a man doesn't want to give some reference, there might be something he's trying to hide. Well, there's room enough around here to hide it. Come on, Graham, let's go see what we've really gotten that crown. Sure will work it, Jess. That's six miles to the south today. Yeah. You doing all right, Willie? Wonder what's made him drift around so much. Oh, some of us just can't stay put. We're like flies. Yeah. And look, it's going to work out that stand-up. Well, there's something I want to see. Dennis, handle him in the chute, please. No, we don't want to rush this one. I don't think I'll even try to ride him today. There'll be plenty of salt when you do get to him. Well, here goes. I'll get a rope on him first. Take it easy. Take it easy, Johnny. Nobody's going to hurt this. You're not going to like this, but it's got to be done. Hang on to that rope, Clint. Hang on. Yeah, I'm trying to. Well, if he calls me, he'll kill you. Put your rope in his southern pose. He won't give me a... That's it. Give it another try, assistant. Look at him. You've got your eye on me, haven't you? That's good. The more you watch, the more you'll see of me, and the more you'll learn. Hey, what's going on there? He's working on the renegade list. Come on, Willie. Now, we've got work to do. You better keep back. You better keep back, Mr. Richards. This fella's not very polite yet. Oh, I'm used to horses, thanks. Yeah, but he's not used to humans. He don't know quite what to make of us. Oh, a bad one, huh? No, not bad. He's just got a mind of his own. Gonna take plenty of time with him. Why? Think maybe he'll bring a better price than the others? Well, you're not going to sell him with that bunch of crows, are you? Decide that when the time comes. After all, that's our business, selling horses. Yeah, I know, but this one's in a class by himself. Well, what would you suggest, Mr. Barclay? Keep him here on the ranch. He'll make one of the finest cow horses in the country if we break him, right? Well, incidentally, you'd enjoy doing that, wouldn't you? Yes, ma'am. Well, right now, I think you've got your hands full of breaking in the other. So, you turn him loose. You're the boss, Miss. But you better get out of the crowd before I do. I chose you. I'm used to horses. Okay. Yep. Whoa! I warned you, Miss. You all right? Yes, thanks, ma'am. Sorry. I never saw a man or a girl climb a corral fence as fast as you just did. Phew! What a horse! Yeah. What a horse. I worked on the horse every spare moment I had. In a week or so, he calmed down enough for me to get him halter broke. And so that day, I let him be on the south pasture, down by a stream. I'm leaving you here for a while, Smokey, and tying you up. She got plenty of grass, and plenty of water, and plenty of time to think things over. Just remember, the better you treat this rope, the better it's going to treat you. I'll see you later. And then we're playing cards in the bunkhouse when I got back. Willie the cook was singing some song about the radio. I saw a young cowboy all wrapped in white linen. Wrapped in white linen, man cold as the clay. He said, be the drum slowly and play the pie slowly. Play the dead march as you carry me along. Take me out of the saddle, and I know I've done what you're saying. Isn't that right, Cliff? You're sure a bird with that guitar, Willie. Well, thanks, Cliff. Say, have you ever been in the radar, Cliff? No, I never have. I thought you said you worked in Texas, Barclay. I did. Well, the radar's a center of the cow business down there, isn't it? Yeah. Won't you, if you're a deal. Didn't you like Texas? Oh, I liked it all right. Then why didn't you leave? Well, maybe I'd like it better up here. Want to sit in the game, Cliff? No thanks. I'm going out and do a little work. Hey, ambitious, ain't he? Working on Sunday. Yeah, he's as jumpy as one of them bossies in the bus. A man's bound to be a little jumpy when he's hiding something. Maybe. Or maybe he's just heading to his own business like a lot of us. Hey. His hat was broke back and his purse was a jewellery. And as he approached, he was singing. Mr. Richards. What's the matter? I thought you was playing cards. All right. I just want to talk to her for a minute. Can't she even have her Sunday to herself? She was fixing to go swimming. You want to see me, Jeff? Oh, yes. I, uh... Miss Julie, as long as I work for your father, he never had any complaints about the way I manage his ranch. Well, have I ever complained? No, ma'am. But about this fellow Barclay, is he going on keeping him here after he gets through those Bronx? He seems to know his job. Yes, he does. He's a good hand. But you know, Miss Julia, news has a way of getting around. Especially if it's bad. I was talking to a couple of boys in town yesterday and near as I can figure it out, Barclay was mixed up in a pretty nasty scrape down in Texas. Some folks would look for a rattlesnake in a bunch of ice. What sort of a scrape, Jeff? Some money disappeared, a lot of money. I don't believe it. Well, the boys wouldn't have any reason but just saying that, Mrs. Richard. Well, what does Barclay have to say about it? Well, I keep trying to edge it out of him, but you're always clamming up. That fellow is no jailbird. And suppose he is. Why there ain't a cow hand on this ranch that hasn't wound up at least one Saturday night in jail? And how do you suppose your father got his start, Julie? Graham. Well, he just didn't come by that string of horses he swapped for this ranch. Are you trying to say Dad stole those horses? Well, no. No, but he sure got them all for a cheap. Excuse me. Both of you, I'm going swimming. You don't have to show them off to me. When the... Yeah, I guess you don't like school much, honey. There are a lot of things more important than kicking up your heels and having a good time. One thing you have to learn. How to get along with people, see? You understand? Sure you do. You haven't got this lump of knowledge for nothing. Hello. Oh, Miss Richards. Hello. For a moment, I didn't know it was a horse you were talking to. It kind of looks like Smokey and I are trespassing on the swimming hole. Smokey? Oh, I hope you don't mind my name and Smokey. I just figured that, well, where there's smoke, there's fire. And you've got to admit he's got plenty of fire. Oh, it's a good name for him. I see you're still coddling him. Yeah, but on my own time, you know, today's Sunday. You think he's something pretty special, don't you? You bet. Don't you? Well, Smokey's always been something special. I used to catch glimpses of him when I was out riding. He was an adventurous little cuss, even when he was a yearling. He's a wallow plant, completely wild. Oh, you get over that. Hello, Smokey. Hi, boy. I'm afraid he hasn't developed much of a sociable streak yet. It's amazing how much you two have in common. How do you mean? Well, from what I hear, you're not very sociable yourself. I guess just doing my job as a wrangler isn't enough for Jeff. I'm just just looking after my interests. Look, I don't like to say this, but he's heard some ugly rumors about you. Oh, if he believes them, I guess that means I'm true, huh? Not necessarily. But an explanation would clear up everything. But it isn't as easy as that. Certain things you can never explain to some people, and the few who would understand don't need an explanation. I'll buy that. Thanks. Not if my curiosity ever gets the better of me. I'm going to ask Smokey. See you later. Sure has got his legs. Shut up, Smokey. I don't have to talk about you all the time, do I? Oh, young fellow, where'd you come from? Off the road. I'm looking for somebody named Clint Barkley. Well, you friend of his? Yeah, yeah, a friend of his. Well, they told me in town that he was... Try the barn there. He's in the blacksmith's shop, I think. Okay, thanks, bud. You're welcome, bud. Jim Crackhorn, then I don't care. Jim Crackhorn, then I don't care. Jim Crackhorn, then I don't care. Jim Crackhorn, then I don't care. Jim Crackhorn, then I don't care. Jim Crackhorn, then I don't care. Jim Crackhorn, then I don't care. Jim Crackhorn, then I don't care. Cardinal, you could have found me at the Laredo jail. That's where I've been the last eight months. Yeah, yeah, I just heard about that last week. I heard you'd been in jail. Sure, that's the first you heard of it? Sure, naturally. I'd known before. I'd have come on back and told him what really happened. Yeah, yeah, I know you would, Frank. Well, anyhow, I want to thank you for what you did for me. What I did for you? Well, at least you. You didn't squeal on me. If I had, nobody'd believe me. I'd guess you were in a pretty tough spot at that. Well, I sure wish I'd known the more. You didn't come here to tell me that. What did you come for? Well, Clint, I need a job. I was just thinking that maybe you'd put in a good word for me around here. I wouldn't put in a good word for you again if you never got a job. Now, get out of here. Well, Clint, now, you know how I am. Every time I get a job, I just seem to get into some kind of trouble. I don't know. Now, I've been thinking that if... Well, you know, if I could work along with you, you'd sort of keep an eye on me. Keep me in line. Boy, I know you're sorry at me. I don't blame you. But I'd sure appreciate another chance. Well, Clint, if you won't help me, who will? All right. But look, I like my job here, see? I like it better than any job I ever had before. And if you stop me thinking... No, no, no, no, Clint. I promise I won't. I'll do everything you tell me to do. Morning, Clint. Morning. Hi, buddy. Hi. Hey, don't blame me for liking it here, Clint. I've only been here two days, but sure is a good outfit. Okay, now get to work. Well, Foreman sent me to watch you. He said I might learn something. I doubt it. Smokey might learn something. I might learn something. Come on, Clint. Hey, hey, you saddling the bronc, huh? That's right. You want me to hear him down while you put the saddle on? Oh, saddling. I don't think he's going to be much trouble. How about when you get on that dog? He's liable not to like it. You better stand back, Frank. Well, sure. Okay, okay. All right, Smokey. Easy, boy. Easy now. Easy. That's the way I used to bake horses, Frank. Easy. One step at a time. That's different between us, quality. You don't believe in shortcuts. I do. Yeah. You would. That's all, Smokey. This isn't going to hurt you. No, it's just a saddle. See? It's not. That's a boy. Here we go now. I'm scared you now did it. Okay. We'll tighten the cinch. How's that, huh? Too tight? Easy, Smokey. Easy. Too much to get through, Frank. What do you say? No business, Bobby. I'm no sucker. Stand back, you guys. Yep. Later, I rode Smokey out of the corral. The cow pony isn't a pleasure. Horsey's a work horse, and he's got to learn how to work. Once he's saddle-wise, the first thing you teach him is neck-raining, so that he'll turn with the slightest pressure. And he's got to get used to things. To the man on his back. To a coyote hiding in the grass. Or a chipmunk scooting across the trail right under his nose. Well, we worked together on my own time before sun-up or a dusk. And Smokey caught on fast. He'd gotten used to the rope-failing around his head. But when I shot it past him and caught that bush, it was another story. You're not going to be scared of that, are you? Informed to see, so that he'd know that no matter what was on the other end of the rope, why it wouldn't hurt him. Then he had to learn the feel of the weight on the rope. He had to get wise to the sudden shift of the saddle when the weight pulls hard on the horn and jerks against his withers. Later that day, I rode Smokey's first, but he learned he never forgot. And I was mighty proud of him. He wouldn't make a liar out of me, not Smokey. Best cowboy in the country, I'd told Julie. And that's just what he was running after me. What's up today, Clint? Doing all right, Willie. He's doing fine. I'll let him cool off here in the corral. Well, he ought to do all right the way you've been nursing him along here. It's worth it, Willie. He really catches on to things. He's just kidding you, Clint. First chance he gets you, boy. High-tailing it right back to them hills. I'm not going to give him the chance. Make sure to put it a little rascal at that, ain't it? Look at him nuzzling you. Why, this son of a gun, he likes you. Yeah. You got those Browns ready at Barney? Yeah, they're all over there in the other corral. What about him? Smokey. He doesn't go, Jeff. Why not? Well, isn't this Richard's keeping him here on the ranch? She didn't say anything about it to me. Run him in with the others, Frank. Sure, Jeff, sure. I love Jeff. That horse will be worth a lot more to you here than the price you could get for him. Well, if he's as good as you've been saying, we ought to get plenty. Well, anyway, you can't send him out with the others. He's not ready yet. Not ready? No. Well, you've been riding him, haven't you? Get him out, Frank. You're not getting sentimental over a horse. Are you a cleaner? All right, nuthead. Nutsight. You heard me move. Look out, Frank. Smokey, stop and handle him. Yeah, I just saw you try it. I told you he wasn't ready. I'm ready. I'm going to throw him right on his back. You let that horse alone. That nuthead's a killer. I said let him alone. Well, I did. I wish I was breaking him, though. Now, look, Barclay, I don't know what you're trying to do with that stand, but you take the fight out of him or I'll turn him back to the hills where it belongs. Okay, Jeff. When we went out on the cattle roundup, we'd be gone for days. And if Jeff wasn't satisfied with the time we'd get back, I'd be willing to turn Smokey back to the hills. I was that sure of him. I wish I was only half as sure of Frank. Frank, who told me that all he wanted was just one more chance. Just look at him. What a hurt. Yeah, we'll have a work cut out for us for the next week or so. No, I wasn't thinking of the work. Yeah, there's over a thousand heads there. What they can sell cattle for today, I'd settle for a couple of hundred. One more crack like this now. What's the matter, Cliff? Don't you know when I'm kidding? Yes, I don't. Just remember, Frank, you're punching cattle here, not selling them. We'll continue with the second act of Smokey, starting Joel McRae and Constance Moore. Watch the graceful ships sail into the harbor, including the eyes of espionage agents who watch and report. They watch the cargo ships and military vessels. Agents find it easy to watch the harbors. A more difficult job is to gather classified information. This is almost impossible unless someone turns straighter. Someone gets careless or there's loose talk. The outcome of wars and the course of world history has changed because people who should have known better talked. Now, here's Mr. Keely at the microphone. We continue with act two of Smokey, starting Joel McRae as Clinton Barclay and Constance Moore as Julie. The cattle. One morning, right after breakfast, Jeff Hicks, the foreman, called me over. Okay, Barclay. We've got to get after straight this morning. You better ride over to Barclay Canyon and Willie, you do the same on Rock Ridge. Take Frank with you. Hey, wait a minute, Barclay. What horse you riding? The one I'm on, Smokey. Trust him so well, ain't you? He's earned a chance, Jeff. Okay, maybe he has. If he does the day's work on those straights, he'll have to take my word for it. I'll be alone. I'll take your word. Thanks. What do you say, Smokey? Let's go. We were about ten miles out when it happened. It wasn't Smokey's fault. We cornered a stray steer among the rocks. But instead of staying cornered, he charged us. Smokey fell and me with him. I don't know how long I was unconscious, but when I came to, Smokey was standing next to me, wondering why I didn't get up. Wasn't your fault? I guess I... I guess I got a few bucks to rip. Gotta get back to the ranch. This can't make the saddle. Get up. We can't stay here. They'd never find us here. There's one thing to do, Smokey. You can get my arm through that stirrup. Get tight enough with my bandana. Get tight enough for you to drag me. Maybe we can... My only chance, Smokey. It's up to you, boy. It's up to you. Hey, when are you gonna pay me that 20 bucks, you little... I told you, Willie, next payday. Well, the payday is coming down. There'll always be another payday, Willie. Would you quit worrying? Hey, hey, look. Ain't that Smokey down there? Yeah. Yeah, Eddie's dragging something. Well, that's a man. That's Clint. He's dragging. Oh, he's thrown him. Well, that's no good. Horse give me your rifle. Take it easy, Willie. And use your eyes. Click tight to the stirrup. That's his bandana, ain't it? Yeah. He tied himself to the stirrup. Well, he'll be dragged to death. What are we standing here for? Smokey's still half-wild. Press the only one he let come near him. If we ride down on him now, no telling what that horse will do. Well, but we can't stay here. That's right. We'll follow him. And quietly. Come on. I hope I can sneak around and throw a rope on that jughead. He won't let you get near him. Nobody else, either. Yeah, I guess so. Oh, I'll party-drag him already. Clint may be dead now. Yeah, maybe. If you can bet your life, he will be gone if we don't let Smokey alone. And at least he's heading toward the ranch. Yeah, and Clint's hanging on to the right stirrup, too. Son of a gun. Any other horse would have kicked his brains out for that. Look, I'll get the strays back to camp. You follow Clint, Willie. I'll make you hit the screen. Well, what are you waiting for? Get his arms free of that stirrup. Miss Julie, stay back. That horse won't let anybody get near him. But Clint, look, he's... He's all... Yeah, I know, Miss. He's pretty badly banged up. He's not feeling it, though. Been unconscious most of the way. That's what we can tell. Oh, how are we going to get Clint out of the corral? Far lie, Smokey. Far lie, boy. Easy, boy. Easy. We're not going to hurt you. We're not going to hurt you. We're not going to hurt you. We're not going to hurt you. We're not going to hurt you. We're not going to hurt you. We're not going to hurt you. He's going to fight anything we can do to get Clint away. I'll get him away. He won't fight this. No, wait a minute. No rifle yet. No, why not? Look, he's moving. Clint's moving. Yeah. Clint. Clint, can you get your arms... What's more, boy? Just what's more in your head. That's it, Clint. You're loose now. Now, don't try to move again. Just lie there. Where is that rope now? Clint. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. Clint, I'll have to throw this rope around you. I dropped the horse, but there's no telling what he'd do. Come on. Slowly, Willie. Slowly. I'm pulling you over to the fence here, Clint. Hey, Frank. Yeah. Hit around on that other side. Make up like you're trying to climb into the corral or something. No, okay. Easy, Willie. Easy. Okay, over here. Stop it, Frank. Smoke is going after you now. He thinks you're trying to get in. Well, hurry up. We'll get before he flushes the corral down. I got him, Frank. Oh, he's unconscious again. He's alive at all. Okay, Frank. Close the gate, Willie. Then get Clint up to the house. I'm trying to get the doctor now. I don't think anything's left to go except him rib. All right. Take it easy, Clint. First to breathe, huh, boy? Keep quiet, Willie. Yeah. Please don't try to talk, Clint. Just lie still till the doctor gets here. Monkey. Oh, he's all right. Frank and Scrubby are out there looking after him right now. Just try not to move, Clint. Try not to move. Get me in the shoulder. Oh, he won't get away with that, Scrubby. Somebody's going to teach you manners. And that somebody might even be me. Patience this morning. What patient? I'm getting out of bed this afternoon. Oh, no, you're not. All right. Open up your pajama coat. Huh? What for? I'm supposed to retake your ribs today. Yeah, that's what I was afraid of. Dr. Jameson can't get out again till next week. Oh, well, maybe we better just wait until next week, standards. Come on now. Come on. Okay. Now what? Well, first I'll just have to pull off this old adhesive tape. Oh, no, no, no. Don't, don't, don't. Well, what are you yelling about? I haven't even started yet. Yeah, I know what you were going to. Now look, I think the best way is to work it off bit by bit. See? Like this. Uh-huh. See? See, it's coming off all right. Slowly, huh? Like this? Yeah. Yeah, that's it. Nice and... No! No, is that so bad? I've heard twice as much belonging, yes? You just killed me, that's all. Well, I'm glad we don't have to do this again next week. Hey, what's that? Ethers. Oh, great. First you murdered me and then you bring out the ether. Why didn't you bring out the ether first? The ether's for your skin to clean it off. How do you know there's any skin left? Come on, you'll have to help me with this. Here, hold that. Hmm. Say, this isn't too bad, is it? Look, I'm just trying to get this fresh tape around you. Take a deep breath. Out. Be careful. Hold the scissors, please. That's it. Oh, I saw Smokey today. You did. How is he? Fine. Is Frank Denton still working with him? No. Oh, well, a blind man could see how you felt about somebody else handling Smokey, so I put him up to pasture. Oh. And then when you're well enough, you can pick up the screwing right where you left off, okay? You bet it's okay. Thanks. Morning! Oh, morning, Mrs. Richard. Did Julie do a good job on those ribs? She sure did. Just take a look, Graham. Oh, dear. Oh, dear, dear. Julie? I'm ashamed of you. That's no way to tape a man. Huh? Oh, this has got to come off right now. Oh, no, no, no, no, no. There you are! My first day out of bed, a man drove in looking for me. A fellow named Gordon. He owned a gambling house in town. He asked me to step out to the bunkhouse for a minute. So you're Clint Barkley, huh? Well, you're the wrong Clint Barkley then. What are you driving at, Mr. Gordon? Oh, just this, uh, this piece of paper. It's an IOU for $200. Signed Clint Barkley. Yeah, except you're not the fellow who gave it to me. I've handed it about a month, so I'd come up and collect. Got any ideas who could have signed your name? Yeah, I might have. Who is it? Look, I don't like people signing my name to things. You might if I hang on to this piece of paper. What for? If you let me handle it. Maybe I can get your money for you. Oh, that's okay. Just so I get it. But if I don't, I'll be up to see you again. Hi, Clint. What's on your mind, boy? You're the guy that wanted another chance, huh, Frank? Yo, what about it? Just this, this IOU. You're not getting sore about a little thing like that, are you? A little thing, huh? Signing my name, that's forgery, isn't it? What did you have in mind? He can't collect from me. Oh, that's the point, Clint. He can't collect from you, and he's got nothing on me. You're no good, Frank. You never will be. Now go draw your pen. Get out of here. You've caused me all the trouble you're going to. Oh, quit worrying. If that's all you feel about it, I'll pay Gory. You bet you'll pay him, because I'm driving you to town right now and see that you do. Now go unpack your things. Just a minute. Maybe I'm not ready to quit this job. Besides, you can't fire me. You're not performing around here, not yet. I said go pack your things. You're making a mistake, Clint. You wouldn't want me to tell the boss about you, would you? Of course not. I think she's a little stuck on you, but she might change your mind if she knew you spent quite a stretch in jail. She might even... Okay, Clint. Is that you, Clint? Julie? Yeah, we're just putting away the car. Thanks for letting me use it. When did you get back from town? Oh, half hour ago. Come on up on the floor. Can I just help her? Yeah, Willie just fixed me a couple eggs. You know, Graham, is sure you moved back to the bunkhouse because you're like Willie's cooking better than Harry's. She's wrong about that. It's just that, well, I appreciate you taking care of me while I was laid up, but it's time I started back to work. I'm sure you're able to. Oh, I'm fine now. I stopped into the doctor's and he said I can ride again if I take it easy. You know, I thought maybe the first thing in the morning I'd go out and bring in smoky. How about you riding along? Oh, I'd love to. I'll fix up a nice lunch. Hey, hey, no, wait a minute. I'm supposed to be going back to work. Well, you still have to eat, don't you? Yeah, I guess. You suppose maybe we could bring smoky in if we rode out tonight? Oh, now, Clint, look, you can wait till morning. Anyhow, how do you expect to find a black horse at night? Well, it'd be fun to try. Go on, change your clothes, huh? Oh, OK. It won't be long. It's Julie! It's Julie! Oh, Jeff, what is it? Scrubby just came in from the south, met him with. Some of our prized cattle has been stolen. Stolen? Oh, now, wait a minute. But I didn't believe it either. I figured I just broke through the fence, maybe, but... Scrubby saw them. He rode up just as they were hauling them off in trucks. Smoky was in the south bastard, Jeff. Yeah, they got him too, Clint. Did Scrubby get a look at him? He's not too good, miss. He's too dark for that. But whoever was in charge, Scrubby said he sounded just like Frank Denton. Excuse me, miss. I'm calling the sheriff. Sheriff, Jeff? Hey, he's coming right over. Barkley, what do you know about Frank Denton? Just about everything, I guess. Then you knew he asked me for his time today? I told him to. You told him to? Why? I had a good reason. Well, I guess you also had a good reason for talking me into hiring him. I thought I did. You know, Barkley, ever since you've been here, I've watched you like a hawk. Now, so far, you've been all right. You haven't slipped once. What I want to know is, where do you fit into this? Now, not just a minute, Jeff. You've no right to accuse Clint. You're not even sure it was Denton. After all, Scrubby didn't see him. He just heard a voice. I'm as sure as Jeff is that it was them. You are? Why? Because I know him. He's just crazy enough to try something like this. Well, if that's the case, why did you recommend him for a job? Because he's my brother. Your brother? Ever since we were kids, I've covered up for him. I even went to jail for him. Then he came here looking for a job. He promised me he wouldn't make any trouble, and I believed him because, well, he knew how much this place meant to me. I guess I made a mistake. You think you might know a way to find him? No, but I'd sure like to try. Then take the station wagon, Clint, and get started. We'll follow later on as soon as the sheriff gets here. Then with Act 3 of Smoke East starring Joel McCrae and Constance Moore in a moment. The rumor had it that 20,000 people milled in and around the White House the day of Andrew Jackson's inauguration. The president, trying to escape the mark, was exhausted. Retreating, he stood against the wall of the East Room while friends with linked arms tried to protect him from the exuberant crowd. When the people had been lured outside by promises of lemonade and ice cream, Jackson escaped to a nearby hotel and went to bed. Another page in the White House story. Mr. Keely returns to the microphone. It's time for the curtain for Act 3 of Smoke East starring Joel McCrae as Clint and Constance Moore as Julie. When I'd come to the Rocking R Ranch, I'd noticed an abandoned ranch not far from the spot where I'd first seen Smoke East. As I drove down the road that night looking for Frank, I knew it would be hard to find a better spot than that ranch for hiding out stolen cattle. But it wasn't an easy place to locate at night, five miles anyway from the highway. And if Frank was there, it wouldn't be for long. All right, you can't hang around here, Mark. Do as you please. Well, finish, Brandon. Then let them put out the fire. They can be seen for miles. Relax. Put out the fire, Charlie. Get the stairs down to the road and back in the truck. And, boy, it's been going well. As far as I'm concerned, that's it, then, Mark. And our deal was cash on delivery. Yeah, that's right. Here's the money. Thanks. Now on is my responsibility. Hurry up, boys. Get moving. Hey, what about that black horse? What's he still doing in the corral? Well, that horse is up for sale. And if it's all the same to you, I'm going to stick around for a while and gentle him down. Not afraid of him, Maya? No, not now, I'm not. Not the way I got him rope. Poor horse. Just got to stand there and take what's coming to him. Well, I'll see in a few days. Good thing we got him on tonight. He'll be out of this state in no time. Smoky, is you ready? I've got plenty of room this time. No stall where you can back me into a corner and sink your teeth into me. So you want to learn the hard way, huh? Now, that's good enough for me. Look, here's a cinch. You see this, not head? It's a cinch with what's it feel like, huh? They've been here tonight. Your brother and some others. How do you know? Sheriff and I just found something here in the corral, Clint. Used to be a man. Who is it? Jeff, what if you had him all right? Frank. That's right, Barclay, killed by a horse. And he is, I can say, getting his cinch belt and the broken ropes. He was beating the horse. The horse broke the ropes and, well, just went crazy, I guess. Then he must have just jumped the fence and headed for the hills. Smoky's probably 20 miles away by now. Well, I guess there's nothing more we can do. I'll go out on the road, Jeff. Get Miss Richards to sign a complaint against those fellas we caught with your cattle. I'll be back in a little while. I'm going to look for Smoky, Jeff. Don't you think it'd be better to forget him after what's happened? No. Now, they'll say he's a killer now. They'll never believe he had a reason for doing what he did. That's why I've got to find him before someone else does. Sure. Go ahead. I hope you'll find him. I spent weeks going from rancher to rancher. Glad that no one had caught him yet, but scared the death a sooner or later if someone would find him before I did. Yeah, Miss Richards, that horse. He's somewhere around this part of the country. Real killer, ain't he? He was a four-year-old. He stood about 16 hands high. No, I ain't seen him. Some boys went out last month and tried to track him down, but he was too slick for him. He's probably over in Arizona by now. Well, thanks. Thanks anyway. Well, I tell you, I've seen that horse, Mr. Nelson. He's another mile from this very spot. Now, look, Peters. I own a rodeo, and I'll give a thousand dollars for such an animal. But I'm beginning to believe there just ain't no such thing. You believe when we catch him. You're sure gonna have the wildest part with every little rodeo. I hope you're right. We could use... Hey, look! Up there on the block, it's him. Hey, hey! There he is! Oh, I know that horse. See, he's still around his neck when he busts with Lucy to kill that guy. Well, all I know is that that fellow owns a rodeo hired some men to go looking for a horse like that. I don't know if they ever found him, though. Well, when they'd be back. Who knows? So all this snow that wouldn't be coming down this side of the mountain anyway, that had over through the valley, I probably won't know what happened till next week. Move on. He said we'll be snowed under for sure, Julie. There's still a lot of our cattle out on Pine Ridge. Willie and Stubby brought in what they could. Oh, I suppose they're doing it. We really must have thought out considerable with all that cattle wallowing. We need to do one. Graham, I'm worried, huh? We have another heavy snowfall. We'll never bring that stock in. Don't worry. Jeff and I'll pick him up for the first thing in the morning. Well, hello, stranger. Hello, Mrs. Richards. Hello, Julie. My good to have you back. All these weeks, where you been? Everywhere. Just ran into him riding back from town, Miss Julie. You fine smoking? No, ma'am, I didn't. Somebody else may have found him, though, maybe not. Well, take your coat off. Sit down. Thanks. You wanted a cup of coffee, didn't you, Jeff? No, ma'am. I had three cups of supper. Then the one I'm getting in the hour makes four. Come on. Oh, sure, sure. Hey. You, uh, had any supper, Clint? Yeah, I stopped in town on my way here. Didn't you even find a trace of Smoky? Traces? Yeah. Yeah, I followed them into the Antelope Mountain. Then into Arizona, around the Tondo Basin. They had an early winter down there, and the trails were all snowed in. I just had to give it up. I'm sorry, Clint. Well, one way of looking at it, Smoky's probably got his freedom again. Stop kidding yourself. You'll never be happy until you've found him. You saved my life the time he dragged me back to ranch. I can't forget that, can I? No. No, of course not. So when the trails open up next spring, you'll want to start looking for him all over again. Yes. I guess I will. Okay then. You have a job until the middle of March, and then you're fired. That's a deal, Julie. Thanks. But that March, when I started out again to look for Smoky, was the same thing all over. Reports, rumors, trails that ended nowhere. But all the while, as I found out long afterward, Smoky had been captured. That spring, his new owner was Nelson, the man from the rodeo. That spring in Ogden, Smoky was packing him into the grandstand. Hoover, they called him, the world's wildest fucking rocker. How's that? Kill him. $500 for any water. Stay in the living room. No cities and towns. What I was searching for him through forests and canyons. Smoky. The sweetest cow phony I ever knew was building himself a reputation for being the wildest horse whoever lives. The cash register jingled and the money rolled into Nelson's box office. The crowds came and cheered and Smoky did his job as he always had. Season after season, Nelson grew richer because he was rich then. But one day, he fell. He was rich. But he rode wherever. It was new to those that seemed to be months later. Carl Hannah the ranch was talking about horses. He'd once seen this cougar. Was that the rodeo in Cheyenne the night he got hurt? His description of the horse was enough to take me to Cheyenne to this man called Nelson. Well, yes, we had a horse like the one you were talking about, Mr. Barclay, except we called him Cougar. Where'd you first get hold of him, Mr. Nelson? Everland Red Rock Country. You know, he was the toughest animal I ever had in the show. Sounds like Smoky all right. What happened to a master's accident? Well, I had to get rid of him naturally. What does that mean? Well, it made so much money for me that I didn't want to shoot him. I gave him away. Would you give him to? Oh, some old man that runs a riding academy on Maple Street. He thought maybe he could fix him up. This means I remember that horse. Sort of a red one, weren't he? No, see you brown, nearly black. You got a white star on his forehead and a look in his eyes. Well, if you'd seen it, you'd remember. Oh, would you be willing to go as high as $100 to get him back? I'd give a lot more than that. Where is he? Sure, I wish I knew. He's very open. Anybody always need money like that for one of my horses. Nelson told me he gave you the horse. The last time he's rodeo played here. Trying to remember, will you? Yeah, and it come to me that he all looked pretty much like. None of me worth much, and when I get through them, they're worth less. I sell them for what I can get, mister. The dog food and sometimes the glue. What kind of a look did you say he had? If you can't remember, I can't tell you. Thanks. Thanks anyway. For holding Pioneer Days in Cheyenne that weekend, Scrubby and Willie had come along with me to see the celebration. That afternoon we were standing on the street watching the parade. As far as I'm concerned, there never was a greater horse than a smoker. If he'd only known it, it's cooler than it was, Smoky. Hey, look, did you look at that? The duck wagon's done in the parade. Hey, look at that bag. Where did he come from anyway? They were standing by that warehouse at the corner. Who is that duck in there? I said take it easy. He wouldn't yank on his mouth like that. He just wanted to get in the parade. As for you, young man. Sorry, mister, you're not using that whip on him either. What's that whippin' L? You're what? That's an image of my horse. If they aren't hungry, how about it? Let's go get something to eat. Looky, gentlemen. Hamburger, no engines, and jobbers. For that horse, he had a star. Huh? That junkie's horse, he had a star in his forehead. All right, he had a star. What do you have? Uh-oh, I'll have the same. Thanks. You know, there was something about that old horse. Cool. Oh, what are you doing? Oh, never mind. I'll see you later at the hotel. Let me let you talkin' about it, buddy. I ain't got any horse with a star, and I can't seem to move away. Well, somebody must have him. I saw him today. He was tryin' to get into the parade. He said he'd been over at Shorson Bounds, and they didn't have him, and old lady Barry's got a truck. Like I said before, I ain't got him, so I guess they're just about done. Well, that's a blimey. Hey, wait a minute, dude. Come to think of it. There's a new man movin' in the other side of Croquette. Where's that? Right inside of town. I think they said his name was Mingo or something like that. Mingo? Hmm, thanks. Thanks, I'll find him. Hey, sure looks like rain, don't it? Ain't open after 7 o'clock. You Mr. Mingo? I sure had a hard time finding you. Hey, you're the wise guy. What do you want here? I want to take a look at your horse. What for? Well, if he's the one I'm hopin' he is, I'd like to buy him from you. Well, that's different, Mr. Ornite. Sell him at 3rd. Where is he? Out there in the back. Wait a minute, I'll get a ladder. Mr. That's the horse. Give me that ladder. It's four and a year. Look at him. Yes, which is? Well, Clint brought Smokey back last week. I thought we'd have to shoot him. Well, take him out of the barn today. Turn him to the pastor. Look at him, Jeff. He'll be all right. Ain't got a picture now. Well, ain't it? Yeah, yeah. Never seen a man so crazy about a horse in normal life. Hope we'll never do again. Maybe now we'll get some work done around here. He just doesn't seem to bring these home, does he, Clint? Give him a little time, honey. He will. Go on, Smokey. I thought you'd be anxious to get out the pasture. Sure, he's anxious. He waited a long time for this All right boy Go on There it is It's all yours Go ahead He just can't believe it He can't believe it Go ahead, monkey. That's it boy. He believes it now. Maybe you think he'll settle down for a while now? Yeah, yeah, I think I'll settle down Happy? Awful, happy tuning Happy postscript is smoky as our stars appear in answer to your curtain call Joel McCray and Constance Moore Fight Clint Bartlett and you yourself Well Bill is true, I just about grew up in a saddle Is that how you first got into pictures, Joel? Well in a way you might say my first job was teaching Rudolph Valentino how to ride at four bucks a day Four dollars a day? Yeah, and I had to supply the horses Well, I can imagine that was quite a promising association Yes, Rudy introduced me to people like Bill Hart and Wally Reed And the first thing I knew I was riding in pictures as a double for Greta Garble Oh, come on now, Joel, not Greta Garble That's the truth Remember I was only 18 then and a wig could make an awful lot of difference And so from doubling for Greta Garble, you became a double for yourself Good night Good night and our sincere thanks This is William Keely saying good night to you from Hollywood