 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 town. Oh, saddle your hog. The double-R bar ranch transcribes stories and songs of the real west with the whipper wills. The wisest trail scout of them all, Jonah Wilde, played by Forrest Lewis, the queen of the west, Dale Evans, and in person, the king of the cowboys, Roy Rogers. This is Roy Rogers. Say what makes breakfast the best meal of the day? You buckaroos can answer that one. It's Post Serials. You know you can count on anything bearing the brand name Post. So have mom put Post Serials on the shelf where they'll be handy all the time. Well, sir, the Paradise Valley Ranchers have been bothered by rustlers again the past few weeks, and everybody is watching mighty close to see some sign that will lead to the rustler's trade. Howdy, Sheriff. Here you ain't had much luck catching the rustling gang yet. Not much, but we'll get them sooner or later. Dick, I'm thinking about buying a new saddle. How much will it cost me? Well, I'll show you what we got, Sheriff. We have them at three or four prices, depending on how good a saddle you want. Good morning, Mr. Platt. Morning, Lappin. Good to see you, Sheriff. How's things out your way, Sheriff? I'm worried about rustlers. It seems anybody else. What's new on them? Well, we're ready for them this time if they strike again. You can wait on him first, Dick. I'll be having a look at the saddle. Lappin, you got any 30-30 rifle cartridges? Oh, lots of them. Hmm. You might call it that. I'd be careful about game, Mr. Platt. You shoot anything there's a closed season on. There's no closed season on two-legged game in this country. Two-legged? A game that works on two- Do you mean Bob Noble, don't you, Shell? Now, look here. That feud between you and Noble is liable elite to kill him. I want to stop. You understand? Where's my box of shells, Lappin? All right here, Mr. Platt. I'll get hold of Bob and bring you two together. We'll work out your difficulties if we have to. I wouldn't be seen on the same side of the street with that hombres-sheriff. Not even if he was dead. Put these on my bill, Lappin. Carol, rustlers are routed again. What's that? Rustlers. Here, rustlers. They're taking my cattle. If we can put a posse on our trail, we can grant them this time. A posse standing by, ready to go. Now, you put them on the trail then. I saw Roy Rogers heading for the cafe as I went by. I'll see if he can help us. This looks like the chance we've been waiting for. You bet I'll ride with you, Tom. That goes for me, too. Oh, convolutions. Another ten minutes, and I could have finished the chapter of the book I'm writing. I found the hoof prince leading toward sick points. All right. We'll let the sheriff and his posse follow him. We'll take the shortcut over the mountains. Maybe we'll be able to put him in a pocket. All right. Are they yours, Tom? I can't see from this distance. They may be. Well, don't forget now, Roy. The pen is mightier than the sword. You can throw your pen at them, Jonah. I'm going to use a gun. Oh, fudge. Tom, we'll ride down on them from this side. You go back and tell the posse to close in fast. You bet, Roy. Dale, Jonah, make all the noise you can when we're coming up to the herd. We'll have a better chance of taking the rustlers if we stampede the cattle. The escaping rustlers. In seconds he is pulled abreast of one. Roy leaps at the man pulling him from his horse. The two men fall to the ground heavily. They struggle. They guess the upper hand begins to subdue the outlaw. At the same time, Jonah rides alongside the other rustler, bulldogs him. They hit the ground together. Dale is there dismombing. She puts a gun on the rustler. I'll bring this embryo over there. And we'll wait for the posse. It'll be coming along soon. We've got two of them anyway, Sheriff. And that makes a good start. Head for town. You're on the way to the lockup. Yeah, sure. The way I twisted my hand when I took that fella off his horse, I bet you I won't be able to do no writing for a week. Another week of grace for the world. Poo. Now you two quit kidding, Jonah. We wouldn't have had both of these rustlers if it hadn't been for him. Oh, he knows we were just kidding. Don't you, Jonah? My apologies, generals, boys. Poo. What's the matter? Don't you feel well, Jonah? Yes, I feel fine. I say just fine. But where's that well-known temper of yours? Don't let him get your goat, Jonah. Save your breath. As soon as we get these armors to jail, we'll pick up Bullitt and have him trail the rest of the gang. Ah-ha. We'll have to do it alone, too. The boss is busy rounding up the cattle we stampeded. Listen, what was that? Maybe we won't have to go for Bullitt after all. Sheriff, can you get these armors back to town alone? Wait, Roy. The sound came from the direction of Bob Noble's ranch. Yeah, it did sound like it. I met Sheldon Platt in the hardware store earlier this morning buying 30-30 ammunition. He said he was going after two-legged game. The feud, his family and Bob Noble. Convolutions. You attend to these two, Sheriff. Dale and Jonah and I will see where that shot came from. We'll see you later. Here. We'll walk up to the house and find out. I mean, I got to figure out a title. Boy, I'd a whole lot rather fight a gang of rustlers than have a feud break out between two of our friends. You see now, people I have known and quite about them. What are you talking about, Jonah? Oh, the title for my book. I got almost a whole chapter wrote, Roy, and I ain't selected the title yet. You may not live to select the title if you don't keep your mind on your business. You see, the friends and enemies of Jonah Wilde during the first 61 years of his career. Yeah. A lot of good you're talking, did, Roy. Yeah, I know. It'll be all right for a set of books. It's too long for one note. Come on here, Jonah. Wake up. Oh, say, Roy, and Dale, too, there's something I've been wanting to ask you about, a delicate matter. This is a fine time to think about it. Just how delicate, Jonah. Well, you see, Dale... Howdy. Interruption's always interrupted. This is an unexpected pleasure. Hi, Bob. Hello, Mr. Noble. Come in, won't you? Thanks. We can't stay. We're out after the gang that tried to wrestle Tom Heald's cattle, and we heard a shot fired off in this direction. Yes, I heard it, too, Roy. You don't know what it was? No, I haven't given it much thought. I just naturally exposed my boy, young Bob, the spot of the coyote. He's riding the North Range somewhere. That's a relief. See now, stories nobody would listen to. That's a good title. We were a little worried about you. Otherwise, we wouldn't have bothered coming to your house. About me? Why? On account of the feud between you and Shell Plant. Well, it's nice of you to think about me, Roy, but I don't reckon our feud has ever reached the shooting stage. Shell might fence off a water hole. It could reach the shooting stage, though, Bob. Oh, no, no, no. The sheriff ran into a plant this morning by an 30-30 ammunition. Said he was after a two-legged game. You're just fooling, aren't you, Roy? No, he isn't. I wish I was. Well, you folks, excuse me. I'll get my horse. I don't believe plants would kill anybody, but all the same, I'd like to check and see that young Bob's all right. Well, we'll go with you. If anything has happened to your boy, you may need help. Well, I'm just wasting your folks' time. I know I am. Shell Plant isn't mean enough to take a spite out on a man's family. Well, it won't hurt to make sure. And then we'd all feel better. Poor cats and friends, I have no. Now, well, that ain't bad. Easy trigger. Listen, he sees something. Poor cats and friends, I have no. It's pretty good. Whoa, whoa, steady boy. Hey, look there. The others look in the direction Roy indicates. At first they see nothing but the great silent rocks that are common to the country. The air is still. I don't see anything, Roy. Wait. It's gone now. They look again. Still nothing. Now, a slight movement behind the rocks. Someone is hiding there. Roy's hand goes to his garden. Come out from there. Make a snappy. Again, silence. The hidden person is out of sight again. Come on, or we'll ride after you. A slight movement. A man, a very young man, appears. His body sways. He takes a step out into the open, staggering. It's young Bob. He's hurt. Son! Let's get over there to him. Nothing's a matter. Let me alone. He's been wounded. I'm all right. Well, you don't look all right to me. Why, he can hardly stand. No, I never will get tired of with all this to do. I don't need you. Well, what are you doing here? I can take care of my own affairs. He's passed out. The wounds, Roy. Thank you, folks. Look after Bob. I got something else to do. Stay right where you are. Now, you better take it easy, Mr. Noble. I'll take it easy after I she shall platly and dead. And I'm a vet now, Noble. I'll hunt plat down just like any other coyote. Come back here. Use your head. Let me loose, Roy. Here, here. Now, calm down. It's the first thing you know. You spent five or ten years behind bars making license plates for automobiles. I believe it now. Hey, cut it out. I'm trying to help you, Bob. No, no. I'm going to kill the man who shot my son. Don't let him just keep hitting you, Roy. Bob, I hate to do this. I know you'll be sorry later. Don't play me much when your son has been shot. All right. Let's see what we can do for the boy. Say, do you like to raid the kitchen much as folks around double our bar ranch do? Well, you know what the cook out there discovered? The cooks loved to nibble on post-sugar crisp right out of the package, just like candy. That's right. It's that good. And of course, post-sugar crisp was just made to brighten up breakfast. Mmm, just poured into a big bowl with milk or cream. You don't need sugar. That delicious, candy-coated puffed wheat is just sweet enough. You'll love it served the same way between meals, too, as a special snack or just before bedtime. Post-sugar crisp is fun to eat all day long. There's lots of wholesome goodness in post-sugar crisp, too. It gives you wheat for nourishment, the sugar and honey coating for quick energy. So how about it? Have you tried post-sugar crisp yet? Look for it at your grocers in the giant or regular size red, white and blue package with the three little bears on the front. Young Bob Noble lies on the ground while Roy, with Dale's and John's assistance, attends his wound. The boy's father gets unsteadily to his feet and tries to piece together all that has happened. How Roy, Dale and Jonah were trailing Brussels and came to the ranch on hearing a gunshot. How they found young Bob wounded, probably by shell-plat. Noble remembers now. Roy knocked him out when he wanted to kill Shell. His anger mounts. His determination to kill Shell is renewed, but the others are paying no attention to him. I'm all right, I tell you, I don't want to go to any doctor. What you want makes no difference. We're going to take you to the doctor. My life among idiots and wise men. Yes. No, I won't do that. Mr. Noble. Hey. What? We're going to take your boy into the doctor now. We want you to come along. All right. Look here, Bob. I'm mighty sorry I had to hit you. Roy had to do it, Mr. Noble. If he'd let you go, you'd have ridden out of here and tried to kill Shell-plat. Yeah, I know. I would have killed him. But you can't hold me back forever, Rogers. Well, this is your boy who's hurt, Bob. It seems to me you'd want to help us with him. Yeah. All right. Sure. That's the stuff. You'll feel a lot better when you have time to think things out. Lift his shoulders here. We'll get him up on the horse. Noble does as Roy asks, and on the ride to Mineral City seems resigned those solemn. At the doctor's office, he waits until the doctor says his son is out of danger, then disappears. Roy, Dale, and Jonas stay on, however, because the doctor is called away, and young Bob is in no condition to be left alone. I'm getting out of here. Not yet, I'm afraid. The doc said you were to rest here for a couple of hours. Curious, folks, in what they've done. Yeah, no, no kicking that. This is no good. This is no good. Oh, you don't want to leave without your dad, Bob. He'll be back soon. He's over the sheriff's office, making a report on the shooting. What's the interfering in my affairs for? I can attend to my own business. I don't need help. Oh, dad, man, stop this noise, will you? How can I think of a title for my book with your big bazoon going all the time? Well, Jonah, you didn't exactly whisper. People don't understand an artist at work. Do they, Jonah? No, sir, Roy, they don't. Sixty-one years of trying to deal with human beings. A little long, but it's good thinking. What's he jabbering about? Who knows? Well, my book. I say, my book, I'm writing the book, because nobody ever listens to me when I try to say something. It's a book all about... Look, I'm not fooling. I'm going to get out of here. Yeah, you see there? Proves my point right there. You stay where you are, Bob. Dad has no right to interfere in my affairs. Roy, Roy, I need help. What's the matter, Sheriff? Bob Noble has a crowd around him. He's organizing a gang of his friends to write out and get Shell Platts. Oh, I knew something like that would happen, Roy. Shell Platts? Yes, for wounding you. But why go after him? He's no good, but he's never been... Look here, fella. Shell Platts the man who shot you, isn't he? I'm not saying who did it. That's my business and mine alone. And Roy, we'd better hurry. We don't want any angry mobs in this country. Go ahead, Roy. I'll stay with Bob. All right. Only keep him here. Do whatever you have to, but keep him here until we can get back. He didn't kill anybody. There's no reason... You're coming along all the same, Mr. Platts. I won't spend one minute in jail. I haven't done anything that rates trouble with the law. Shell, we're taking you to jail to save your life. You only think you're taking me. He's going to draw, Roy. Hold it, Platts. Jonah, take his gun, will you? Sure thing. By doggies, I didn't see your hand move, Roy, but you sure grabbed a gun from Summers. Give me that thing, you polecat. Don't touch my gun! You pigeon-toed chissacatch! You love that, Brad! I bet you he'll have more respect for his country now. Say, my old sidekick is really all right. Jonah, I'm proud of you. Ten star. I've been trying my best to hold my temper, but I just naturally get my hackles up when somebody hits an old soldier, especially if it's me. Come on, get up, Platts. We came here to save your life. We're wasting our time unless we move fast. This shortcut will save us a lot of time. We'll need every minute. It'd be rough if we met Noble and his mob on the way to Platts Ranch. People nobody wants to hear about. Oh, no. I hope we do meet them. I'll take Noble on any day of the week. If we figured right, Sheriff, they'll be riding the main trail, not cutting through the mountains. They'll be servicers and a small boy in a woodshed. Maybe he senses something we don't. Better stop, I guess. Hey, somebody's coming up this trail. For beyond the next bend of the mountain trail comes the sound of approaching horsemen, a large group. Roy, Jonah, the sheriff and their prisoner wait tensely to see if what they dread is true. The riders are coming nearer at a steady clip. Their voices can be heard distinctly. The hoofbeats of their horses are... Suddenly, the leader appears around the bend, then the first of his followers. Take the lead. We'll hold them off. The only place you'll be safe is in the cell. Ride for all your work if you want to live. Safe in here for the time being. Glad that excitement knocked all them titers right out of my head. Noble and his men are outside, Sheriff. They better not try anything. I've got an arsenal in here. Well, give me a gun. I'll shoot it out with Noble any day of the week. You'll stay right where you are, Platts. These men are neighbors, even if they are overly excited. Overly excited, he says. Sheriff, I'll try to make it across the street to the Doc's office. Don't do it, Roy. Those men outside are just looking for an excuse to use guns. We've got to have a statement from young Noble to know for sure that Shell tried to kill him. Roy, you're risking your life. Well, I'll have to chance it. Things can't go on this way. Outside, Roy faces the sullen men. He starts across the street. His eyes look directly into the eyes of the men standing in his path. He walks toward them. He steps firm, unwavering. The men step aside. No word is spoken. A low murmur from the sidelines now and then, but no word is said aloud. Roy reaches the sidewalk. His back is toward the crowd now, but it does not turn. He goes straight ahead. He reaches the Doc's office, opens the door, and steps inside. Chance like that. Where's young Bob? The inner office. He's been here for quite a while, but he's calmed down now. Yeah, but only for now. There's trouble, Bob. I want a straight answer. Was it Shell Platt who shot you? I told you before I can fight my own battles. I can't take time to argue. Wait, look out this window, Bob. See those men? Your dad's leading them. They're here to wreck the jail and get Shell Platt. What am I supposed to do? Cry? Shell's no friend of ours. They're gonna take the law into their own hands unless we stop them. So what? He's no good, Roy. He's just no good. Your dad's leading them. If Platt's killed, the law will hold your dad for murder. I want the truth, Bob. Is Platt the man who shot you? Come on, answer me, Bob. I'm in a spot, Roy. You bet you're in a spot. Oh, not like that. What I mean is, if I talk, I'm in trouble. Is the trouble bad enough so you'd let your dad be found guilty of murder? No. No, I guess not. Well, then talk. Platt didn't shoot me. That's what I thought. Let's open this window. Now, you're gonna tell your dad what you just told me. I... I... Go on. Noble, Noble, look up here. Your boy wants to tell you something. Hold it! Hold it! Go on, Bob. Platt didn't shoot me. It wasn't Platt at all. Get out there, dad. Come in here, Noble. Come in here and he'll tell you in private. Partner, nobody's gonna have to ride herd on you to eat breakfast. No, sir, Rhee. 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. Mmm, 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. All right, Bob. Let's hear it, boy. He seems to be afraid. We're waiting, Bob. Let me see now. Jonah Wild's life among people. Mmm, very. In fact, he's very afraid. We're waiting, son. This is going to be tough on you, dad. Might be even tougher on the man who pulled the trigger. It wasn't Platt. It wasn't anybody you know. Dad, I... Well, I guess I'm a pretty bad son. I'm a member of the rustling gang. Go out. I double-crossed them, and they've got it in for me. You see, a couple of weeks ago, I needed some extra money. I took some that belonged to the gang. They found out about it, and, well, I... I guess I signed my own death warrant. I don't believe you, Bob. You wouldn't sign up with rustlers. I did, though. Roy, I... I guess I'd like to go to jail. I'll have the sheriff put you in a separate cell from the two rustlers we caught this morning. Yeah, I wouldn't live long in with them. Well, so long, dad. Bob. Bob, before we go over, let's talk a minute. You can't escape paying for what wrong you've done, but you can show that you're sorry and want to be on the right side of the log in. Do you want to tell us where the wrestling gang has its headquarters? I don't know, Roy. Let me think a minute. Civilized and uncivilized acquaintances. Yes, no nosing. Well, Bob? I'll... The headquarters is at halfway point, the cave there. If you've got two of them, besides me, there are eight men left. Thanks, Bob. This'll probably help you get a lighter sentence or a case comes up in court. Roy, if the men outside believe you, maybe you could put their energy to good use. Help take the wrestling gang, you mean? That's just what I aim to do, Dale. Jonah, aren't you going with Roy and the men? Yeah, well... Oh, oh, yeah. What's the matter with you pacing up and down and giggling and smirking that way? Oh, well, Dale, I got something on my mind. It's a real delicate. Yes, I think you mentioned something about that. Yes, mm-hmm. Yes, I'd been in training for it all day. I kept my temper when the sheriff was a golden me. Did you notice that? I noticed. Uh-huh. But you said you wanted help with this delicate matter. Yes, mm-hmm. Well, I can't very well help unless I know what to do. No, you can. Well, it... Well... Well, saying what I have to is... It's kind of... It's kind of embarrassing, Dale. It's like as if I was walking around with a hole in my sock. Oh, go ahead. All right. Well, I got almost a chapter of my book done. Yes? Yeah, uh, wrote by hand, though. And, uh... Yeah, well, it ought to be wrote by typewriter. Sure. Sure, well, yes, but the only typewriter in town, is owned by the... He's owned by the school marm. Well... Well, Dale, would you ask the school marm, if she'd please, to type my book? Me? Well, you ask her yourself. No, sure. Why, Jonah, why? Help her, Dale. I just can't help it, you know. Oh, sure. Every time that lady looks at me out from one of them long glasses, I just feel all the best go out of me, but I sort of will clean away the nothing. Well, Jonah... Well, get on out here if you're riding with us. Oh, yes, yes, sir, Roy. I'm coming. I'm coming. What's the matter with you? You look like... Jonah. You haven't got your weather eye out for some lady friend, have you? Well, I'll be a monkey's uncle, my old sidekick, 61 years a soldier, a private all the way, and he's about to lose the war. You seated saddle with a one-gated hawl, a girl, and until I... Folks, this is Roy Rogers saying to all of you, from all of us, goodbye, good luck, and may the good Lord take a liking to you. See you next week. Happy Tra- Oh, it's 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, Ralph Moody, Sam Edwards, and Bob Griffin. This is Art Ballinger speaking for P-O-S-T Post-Series. Happy Trails to Until It's about the clouds if we're together