 The King of the Cowboys, Roy Rogers. Transcribed from out of the west and into your home, riding the range of mystery and adventure, blazing the trail of western story and song. With Roy Rogers' writers, that bungling wrangler Clackety, played by Horace Murphy, the Queen of the West, Day 11, and in person, the King of the Cowboys himself, Roy Rogers. Well, howdy folks, this is Roy Rogers. Buckaroo's Clackety and I are fixing to ride to Squaw Creek on a little business for the bank. We haven't been over that way for quite some time now because the trails have been snow-bound. Some of the ranchers out there have been isolated for several weeks, and from rumors we've heard, they've been having other troubles too. Well, you can get this stuff freezed out to my place, Dick. You sold your last bunch of cattle through Bruce Baker, didn't you? Well, yes. Well, they've got to do with it. You mean, Cliff Beaulgard won't hold supplies for a man who sells cattle through somebody else? Well, Baker will offer me money. No, no, no, no, Beaulgard don't refuse, but here's what happens. I go to Beaulgard and ask him to haul these things out of your place, and he turns me down, says it ain't safe. Then you hire somebody else to take them and by golly, Beaulgard's right. They get tacked along the road. Your supplies get destroyed, your fabric gets shot up. I don't know of any connection, Nort. All I know is what happens. Well, I need these supplies, but I ain't going to be scared by a poor flushet like Cliff Beaulgard. Ain't nobody going to stop me from getting them home. Soft refilled? That's what you master with. I run the team out. And just a bullet went through my leg. And Dale, you know a gun slinger I could hire? I need one with me when I start home in the morning. The man who'll shoot first and ask questions later. A mean man. You happen to know anybody can fill that, Beaulgard. Well, I made, Nort, but you need some rest. If I can find the man I'm thinking of, I'll have him here to meet you in the morning. Well, Dale, I asked you for a gun slinger. Don't you think we can handle a gun, Nort? Why don't you give him a demonstration, Nort? What the thing I wanted a gun slinger for? Sit down here, Nort. We know about your trouble, Nort. When do you want these guns slingers? I aim to hire me a wagon and team from the liver stable. Then make another try to get home this morning. You load your wagon, Nort. Clackety and I have one call to make. It won't take over a few minutes. And then we'll be ready to leave. What else was on your mind, Rogers? Oh, nothing much, Beaulgard. Just wondering what price you were paying for cattle these days. Well, now you know. How's the freighting business, Cliffy? Fine. Why? Here's to wondering. We promised to help Nort's sister do a little freighting herself this morning, Beaulgard. You did, eh? Yeah. It'd be too bad if anything happened to us while we were helping Nort, though. We'll be carrying money. The bank here is transferring over to Small Creek. In addition to the supplies Nort's taken out to his ranch. Why'd you do it, Roy? Why'd you tell Beaulgard you'd be carrying all that money on this trip? If Beaulgard's behind these raids, the money will be a little extra inducement. Inducement? For what? To have his raiders come at you? Exactly. Beaulgard, as soon as you have time, I wish you'd ask the sheriff to fix up an ambush just outside the cabin near Three Points. I kind of think we'll be visiting there before this job's done. Cotton spitzer is seated on a wagon load of supplies driving across the snowbound country toward his ranch. Roy and Clackety are on their horses following closely. As yet, nothing is to stir up the calm of the winter's day. Nothing happened yet. Monotonous, ain't it? Just be patient, Clackety. If them mariboses is a common afters, I wish they'd come. You'd be sure waiting as they're giving me the weak crumbles. There's still plenty of time. Don't relax for a single second. If you do, we may be whipped. It's all over, I guess. How to sworn they would have at least made a triforce. I guess leaving the money at the bank is just a waste of time, huh? And now we'll have to make another triforce. Terrible things. Roy and I got the horses tended to. They weren't even eating money, don't you, and Clackety? North, fine. About all we've accomplished this trip was to get your supplies here. Well, that's something. All this time wasted. I could have took a nap. I'm sorry, Clackety. Oh, that's all right. When I take naps, I don't sleep at night. That gives me the miseries. Take them to a field quick. Look out, Clackety! The door closes. Men leap from the shadows of the room. A fist plunges toward Clackety. Next, he goes down to the lake. Eight men, ten, brush the limping North and Spitzer aside to gang up on Roy. He defends himself bravely, sending one outlaw after another, sprawling to the floor. But the others, there are too many of them. They hit, they kick, they gouge. Roy can't stand up for this money. He's going down, beaten by the sheer weight of numbers. Roy is on the floor. Got their guns, Crueffield? All of them included in the sneak guns. I heard Roger fall. Yeah, we got them all, Burger. You heard wrong, Burger. When I carry guns, they're in my belt. But they can be seen. Just stand there quiet, Roger. When you want something from you, we'll say so. How about that load of supplies, Crueffield? We gotta keep the head man happy. The head and Jack went out to burn the supplies. Hey, you want any help, turn the risk? Yeah, it's all done. Now, Roger, we'll give you a little attention. Now, wait a minute, Burger. I'll handle this. Now look, Roger. Nobody likes to kill a man. That's something we won't do unless we have to. If you're smart, you'll tell us where the money is and go free. How do I know I will go free, though? Yeah, we'll leave you in a safe place, all three of you, and send a message to the sheriff, telling where you can be found. Now, where's the money? I know you might try that old cabin out near Three Points. I figured we might get into trouble on this trip, so I didn't try bringing it along. Well, thanks, Rogers. See, Burger, that's how it's done. Yeah. We'll have the boy stick spitzer up to the place it didn't run. You and me will go to that cabin at Three Points. Well, what about Roger? Him and his partner will go with us. You don't mind, do you, Rogers? No. In fact, I'm anxious to go to Three Points with you. You'll go into the cabin first, Rogers. You and your partner. Sure. Drive you first, Rogers. We'll follow. All right. That money better be here. And close the door, will you, Burger? You may, Mr. Wreckett. Break your head. What? Who's that? It is the law. You've got the cabin to rotate. The law? I'm afraid it's all over, gentlemen. Weird slate. Come on out. Look at your hands in the air. Hey, Rogers, it's trickless, Burger. I'll take care of him. You can't do that to Roy. Now, hold it, Burger. We've got troubles enough. Don't start nothing more. Come on in, Sheriff. We've got a policy here, Roy. Here we are, Sheriff. First man who moves toward this door tastes lit. He'll rock you right now. There he is. Sheriff, I'm telling you something. First man who starts for this cabin, the first shot that's fired in this direction, Rogers and his partner die. You can't drop the law. You try it. Here's something else. We're coming out of the cabin, walking to our horses and riding away. You try to stop us, and we drop Rogers. Come on, Sheriff. The cabin at three points. Outside, Dale and the Sheriff have a passe surrounding the cabin, ready to move in on them. Until now, they'll be because of the outlaws threat to kill Roy and Clackety. But Roy has urged him to disregard the threats, and the Sheriff has made up his mind. You can't bargain with the law, Creepy. We're coming in. That's it, Sheriff. Come on. Because the battle between the passe and the outlaws is deadlocked. The only action is an occasional shot, fired by one of the outlaws who sees or thinks he sees a member of the Sheriff's passe outside. The passe does not dare fire back for fear of wounding Roy or Clackety when darkness comes to Paradise Valley. The situation remains the same. How much longer they going to stay out there? Rogers, for your information, as soon as it's light enough outside so we can see, I'm going to press the Sheriff a little more. Well, get out of here then, all right? Or you won't live. You talk big, Chris, you. Before you put any lead through us, we'll give the Sheriff all the evidence we have against both of you. And Cliff Bogard, too. Bogard. You're working for Bogard. You have to be. Outside of the men at the bank, Bogard's the only man who knew we were carrying the money. So you had to get your information from him. We'd better check to see if the passe ain't sneaking up on us. You take that into the cabin. I'll take this one again. Wouldn't be bad to pick off a few alarm in the night. Yeah, wait till it's light. We'll do all right then. Clackety, if you need to have a look over here, do something to attract their attention your way. Well, what do you got in your mind, Roy? Well, this is a long chance, Clackety. It may work though, and if it does, you'll be free. Roy slides closer to the wood box near the fireplace. His hands still tied behind his back. He manages to take a twig from the box. Now he moves around with his back to the fire until he is as close as the heat will permit. He draws out a glowing piece of wood with the twig. He slides it within a few inches of where he is sitting. Now he places his wrists directly on the glowing wood. The ropes. Roy is trying to burn the ropes off his hands. Roy, no. You've got to get loose, Clackety. But not that away. You'll burn yourself. Clear me, Hanfarger. Nothing at all on this side. There's nobody out here either. Say, Roy, let me do that. Save yourself for the fight. I'll be all right. Well, how can you be? Your wrist. Oh, goodness. Just broke. I wonder if they could have left without our seeing them. If I ever get loose, I'll tear them out by the ribbons. I'll make them you do the same like this year, Roy. I've got it, Clackety. The ropes burn through. I'll have my hands pretty as quick as I get these loops on while. No, this must not do. Hurry, Roy. Well, that's not a word about Roy. This is what I've been waiting for. Sit tight, Clackety. Don't move. I'll have to take him along. Rogers, we want that money. In this time, we're not pulling. You want the money? You want the money? Hey, you forgot Rogers's boots. Yeah, come on. Roy leaps toward Hara, driving hard of sledgehammer blows which cover bottom of his jaw to his waist. Hara drops. He's down. Finished. Roy turns to Crueffield, hitting him hard in the midsection. Crueffield is unhurt, but he is not off balance. Clackety's foot shoots out and flips to Crueffield. Crueffield falls. He's down. Great work, Clackety. All right. Hey, Roy, I didn't expect to see you on your feet. Come on, you old crew, get up. Is somebody untie my hands? These two, the men who've been bothering the fake wagons, Roy. They're part of the crew, Sheriff. The rest of the gang is at end-in-run and Cliff Bollgaard's their boss. Is somebody untie my hands? What did you say, Clackety? Is somebody untie my hands? Feel like going after them, Roy. Sheriff, you head these two towards Dale. Dale and Clackety and I will get Bollgaard Bollgaard's probably still in his bed asleep, Roy. Let me go in and get him. Come on, Clackety. Dale, you keep watch on the door in case he tries to rush us. He won't get past me. Come in here this. Roger. We've come for you, Bollgaard. We're going to bust up your business. You can't bring him to a man's house. Get to one side, Clackety. Oh, he's a gun on us, huh? Come in here, Clackety. Take that, Clackety. That's hot. This rattler pulled a gun. Climb back on your feet, Bollgaard. Here, I want to know what this is all about. I'll tell you what it's all about. You've been blackjackin' ranchers into selling cattle through your agency. When they sold through Bruce Baker or somebody else, you refused to freight their supply. Well, there's no crime in that. No, but there is crime in overturning and destroying wagons when ranchers try to freight their own supplies. You can't prove anything. They've already got proof. And you're coming out the end in run and have your riders surrender paceably. You're doing it in order to make your jail sentence as small as possible. Come on, Bollgaard. Call to him. Tell him to get out of here. Don't fool with him, Roy. You fellows in there! The game is up! They've got us! The riders file out an Indian run cave, their hands on the air. Their day is over. Their savage faces frighten no one now. Within an hour, they are with their chief, Cliff Bollgaard, and his two lieutenants, Harry Barger and Bob Griffin, in jail. Up with the lords, leave the ball at the lords. But this comes to take a liking to you. See you next week. Don't forget. When the Armed Forces Radio Service presents another western yard, with Horace Murphy as Clackety, Dale Evans, the Roy Rogers Riders, and in person, that great motion picture star, the King of the Cowboys himself, Roy Rogers. Roy Rogers' show is directed by Tom Harkas, with script by Ray Wilson, and music by Frank Worth. This is the Armed Forces Radio Service.