 Ta- Ya- Yo Get Long Little Dogies, you know that Wyoming will be your new home. Life on the Red Horse Ranch. To the folks from Red Horse Ranch who are all attending the Big Rodeo in Danville. Both Steve Bradford and Alabama mentored their prized horses in the first race of the rodeo. But as the race got underway, something went wrong with Red, Alabama's beautiful horse, causing him to throw Alabama and lose the race. Surely by this time, Alabama knows why Red went so completely out of control. We join them in the evening of the same day. At stake, he ties, with a swing and a jump, he is mounted and gone. The first time I saw him, it was late in the Falklandsons hall. He laughed and he talked as we danced. He has a gun and that gun he can use. But he's quit his gun fighting as well as his booze. And he sold him his saddle, his spurs and his rope. And there's no more cow punchin' and that's what I hope. Now all you young maidens, where are you reside? Beware of the cowboy who swings the raw hide. He'll court you and pet you and leave you and go. He'll spring up the trail on his bucking cock. Hey, Alabama, you better eat some of this chup cookies got ready for us. I ain't no mind to eat anything. Thanks, though. I guess Bradford's feelin' all right, winnin' that race this afternoon. Alabama, have you told the judges or anybody else about what made Red act up the way he did in that race? I ain't alibiin' to nobody. I don't reckon my tellin' the judges that I found cactus under Red's saddle blanket would make any difference anyway. But you didn't put the cactus there, Alabama, and you sure can't blame Red for goin' wild. Any horse that go loco with cactus under the saddle? I'd like to get my hands on the dirty rat that pulled that stunt. Here I've been trainin' Red for months just for this rodeo. Been tellin' everybody what a wonderful horse he was. I can just imagine what everybody's sayin' now. Yeah, Bradford's been struttin' around today like a peacocker, Bradford. I'm tellin' ya, Alabama, it ain't gonna hurt nobody for you to do a little investigating. Well, it'd be pretty hard proven anything. I guess I'll have to leave it up to you to beat Bradford's horse in the finals. That was some race you run today, Idaho. I didn't know your horse had it in him. Say, if he runs that good in the finals, you'll be bringin' that prize saddle back to the Red horse ranch anyhow, Idaho. Yeah, maybe so, but I won't be deserving it. Oh, say, come to think of it, Bob, all the folks camped around the rodeo ground might like to hear your song. Shall we singin' for them? You mean Doge's Lullaby? Yeah, that's the one. All right, let's do it. Are you gettin' plenty to eat? Of course I am, and I like some more bacon and beans. Well, here comes Cookie back from the chuck wagon. He'll have some for you in no time. Right up there, Cookie. I wish you was always as bad as you was this afternoon. Yeah, but I still can't figure out how Cookie caught that grease pig. Well, I was in Mr. Cheyenne. I told y'all I was gonna catch that grease-up pig. It sure is too bad we didn't get to see you win that contest. Was there anybody else entered in it? Yeah. What are you talkin' about, man? Close they were. I caught that. You doin', Cookie? Wasn't that pig greased all over? She always was greased all over. That didn't make no difference to me. Well, how's the catching, Cookie? Well, uh, just, uh... Miss Idaho, what is it you do when you want to hold the brown cars down so you can saddle them? Well, the best way I know is to grab his ear between your teeth and hear him down. Yes, that's what I done to that hog. I hear him down. Sure, play us something, Monty. A fella can hear that accordion on a good many miles on a night like this. Goin' somewhere, Alabama? Well, I just thought I'd walk around a little. You like to come along, do we? Sure. Come on, Elizabeth. So am I, Dewey. I guess I ain't much of a sport, though, for gettin' mad about it. Well, I don't blame you for gettin' mad. I'd get mad, too, if somebody put cactus under my horse's saddle. Who did it, Alabama? I wish I knew. Say, you kept your eye on Red this afternoon before the race like I told you to, didn't you, Dewey? Of course I did. I watched him while he was gone. Now, you're sure that you watched him every minute, are you, Dewey? Yes, just like you told me to. What you askin' me that for? Now, you didn't go away anywhere, even for a minute. Well, maybe I want to get some lemonade once. Only that didn't take very long. Lemonade? Then you were gone. You didn't watch Red like I told you to. Well, that man said it'd be all right. That man? What man? Listen, Dewey, you've got to tell me about this. Who told you it would be all right? I don't know who he was. He said he was your friend and he wanted to buy me some lemonade. I don't see what's wrong with that. Well, would you know him if you saw him again? Of course I would. You know him, Alabama. He was the fella that wanted to bet with you. Steve Bradford, so that's it. Huh? What you talkin' about? Oh, nothin', Dewey. Come on. We'd better get back to camp with the rest of the boys. Come on. I want a girl just like the girl I married, dear old dad. I want a girl just like... I want a girl just like... After find out something pretty important, Dewey, you'd better get on up there to the wagon and get some sleep. But ain't I gonna sleep out here in the ground with you, Alabama? You'd better do as I say, Dewey. Come on, I'll go over to the wagon with you. But what did you say about findin' out somethin', Alabama? I'll tell ya later. Come on, Dewey. Well, ma'am, you're mad at me, ain't you? You ain't gonna lick me, are you? No, Dewey. I'm not mad at you. If I was, I wouldn't lick you. I'm just a little bit disappointed in you, though. What for? Just because I didn't watch Red even for a minute? Yes, Dewey. That was your job I gave you to do. That one thing you've got to learn. A real buckaroo needs his instructions once, and that's all. I guess it was my fault you didn't win the reason. No, I'm not blaming you for that. But that's all. I've got to go and talk to the boys. Come on, get up in the wagon. Good night. Good night. I'm awful sorry, Alabama. Forget it, kid. We're not going to let them get away with it, are we? Good night, Pard. Good night. We have a feeling Red may get to run in that final race. We'll still be at the rodeo when the Red Horse ranch is on the air again. So be sure to listen.