 If you die, I owe you long little peace. It's your misfortune and none my own. If you die, I owe you long little peace. You know that violin will be your new home. Life on the Red Horse Ranch. Alabama has told only tenderfoot that his injury was received as the result of an altercation with Steve Bradford. He told the rest of the outfit that he merely became dizzy and fell from his horse. Alabama's not yet recovered enough to move from his cot in the bunkhouse, so the boys are keeping him company with their music. Let's listen. The only gal I ever loved, Arkansas. Ever once in love or still, down in Arkansas. Pigeon toes and hair jet blank was so cost that for a back she cried and tears rolled down her back. Down in Arkansas. Down in Arkansas. Down in Arkansas. Down in Arkansas. The only gal I ever loved. To my brother Ben, down in Arkansas. From a pair of pants Ben made a nest. Hold that hem to do her best. That hem hatched out of cold and vest. Down in Arkansas. Down in Arkansas. The only gal I ever loved. If you keep that up, you're going to have a hard time keeping in this bunk. I'm telling you. You better not try getting up, Alabama. We promised roads we'd make you lay quiet. Hey, it was Arizona, she told to watch, Alabama. What's happened to that hombre? He's got something mysterious on his mind. Been getting off in a corner and reading some sort of a book. It's the first time I ever saw him read anything. Yes, Mr. Carter must have given it to him. He just came back from Danville this morning. Yeah, so I noticed. I saw him and Steve Bradford right up to the ranch a little bit ago. Steve Bradford? He came over here? He came over here? Hold yourself down, ten of foot. You're going to ruin things if you don't. Well, I'm keeping quiet then, Alabama. But I can't see how he'd have the nerve after what he did to... Well, all right. What's happened to the music, boys? Let's get the going again. Hey, what's all the excitement out there? Now, what are you supposed to do wrong with Cookie? Yeah, it seems to me that Cousin Erwin is always somewhere except in the Chuck House. Now, what's he doing on your cookie? Wow, what about Erwin? That bro of yours didn't really wake up, did he? Well, come on. Let's go down and see what's wrong with Cookie. You're low. We'll never get anything out of Cookie. Hey, you maverick, you? What in tarnation are you talking about? Erwin didn't kick me. He talked to me. Oh, isn't that... Cookie, I always did think you was local, but now I know it. Well, I ain't going to let nothing like this pass me up. I'm going to see this talking wonder of cookies. Rest all you want to go. You couldn't get me away. Sorry you can't come along, Alabama, but we'll tell you all about it. Well, you boys go ahead. I don't think you're going to see much. Well, Cookie, that might not be a bad idea. A talking burl. Be mighty good company for you. Come on, boys. Whirlwind's standing down there near the barn now. Yeah, let's go down and talk politics with him a little. Let's see him talk a little. Yeah, come on, Whirlwind. Express yourself. How are you? I can't complete you. Well, you can knock me over with a feather. That burl is talking. That talking comes right from where Whirlwind's standing. You better come back here. The voice does sound like it's coming from right from where Whirlwind's standing. Well, Theans believe in, but a burl couldn't talk. We all must be dreaming or something. Say, wonder what that burl's doing over there. You've gone local, Idaho. What's that got to do with this? I was just wondering. Back up here, Whirlwind. That's just what I'm remembering. Now, let's see you kick, Whirlwind. Land into that burl. Don't mind my twisting ears. Hey, look out! What are you doing there? Hey, look out! That burl! Why is Arizona in that burl? Well, I'll be a loop-legged cowpoke. Arizona was under that burl. What were you doing there? Gosh, hang it. Let me out of here. What do you think you're doing, Idaho? Backing that burl up to my burl. I kind of thought a burl couldn't talk, so I figured I'd find who was talking under that burl. Come on, own up, Arizona. Oh, all right. It was me. That didn't sound like Arizona to me. Well, of course it didn't. Not when I throw my voice. Listen to this. Listen! Well, it just dawned on me. Arizona must have got his book on how to be a ventriloquist. Yes, sir. That was a good joke on you, wasn't it? Our money's worth all I would do to see that Whirlwind go after you in the burl. Alabama will show her life when he hears about this. Well, for one, I'm saying you did a good job of it, Arizona. That throwing your voice must not be so hard to do after all. Well, of course I picked up things like that pretty easy. Say I hear a Tex sing at the Alabama back to the Bone House. Let's go back and tell him what happened, shall we? Yes, sir. I don't hear Whirlwind talking all the time. How come he can tell? Cookies tell it still can't get the idea. Yeah, come on, son. I'll remember your love in my long land or on sea. I'll share all your sorrows and cares. And a night when I kneel by my bedside to pray. I'll remember your love in my prayer. I've loved you too fondly too. And you have spoken for me. And the kiss of affection still warm on me. How true you would be. But if fortune be fickled, our friends I'd hath ordained literature to prayers I have offered to you on watching you. On May its bright spirits be with you to life to guide you off heaven's bright stairs. And meet with the one who had loved you so true. And remember... Meet the champion ventriloquist of the Red Horse Ranch. Uh, uh-hem. Pleased to meet you. I mean, uh, howdy-poor. Howdy, Arizona. I didn't know you had it in there. Say, Alabama, I'll have to tell you about it, uh, Arizona. He sure had cookie foo. Well, Idaho, I'll finish that game of dominoes with you now. Sure, shuffle them up. I reckon you can sing while you're playing, fellas. Sure, start them off. It's Mr. Carter. Come on in, Mr. Carter. Well, good evening, boys. How's the head tonight, Alabama? He bothered me a bit, Mr. Carter. Oh, hello, Mr. Bradford. Howdy, boys. I see you haven't been working too hard to sing in the evening. You have any idea what a cowboy does in the daytime, Bramford? Uh, boys, uh, I've been talking to Steve here. He's been kind enough to offer his help with Alabama being laid up. Help? Us? Yes. Uh, sorry you're not able to be up and around Alabama, but as long as you are this way, Bradford's offered to take charge of the outfit on the roundup. That's right. But, Mr. Carter, you mean that I ain't going out on the roundup? No, not until you get back on your feet again. And feeling well, uh... Well, I know you boys will work for Bradford the same as you've always worked for Alabama. Well, I guess that's all. Good night. Good night, boys. Well, you can trade me for a billy goat. Why, Jack's offheld myself down long enough. That land-grabbing, bank-tailed, split-eared coyote, I wouldn't take his orders if Carter would give his herd to me. By grab, I don't like that, Bradford. I never did, and I never will. Oh, you better come down out of the saddle. Why don't you do something about it? Well, I reckon that's what I'm going to do, I'd hope. Alabama doesn't get to go with the outfit on the roundup. Just how much is Alabama going to take from Steve Bradford before he fights back? How much?