 It's the theme from the Sears Radio Theater. Tonight, a story of the West with Lauren Green as your host. Here's a preview. I tried to tell him I quit football, but he wouldn't listen. Your father will listen in the morning when you two put the feed out. He always does. Ma, this time's different. I let him down in front of everybody at the stock show. That ain't something you forget like yesterday's rain. The Sears Radio Theater will begin after this message from your local station. Is this a sheet? Um, Mrs. Samuels, this is Peter's. I work with security at the Mutual Liberty Building. Where my husband works? What is this? Mrs. Samuels, your husband has collapsed here in the lobby. Oh, no. He was gripping at his chest, you know, some kind of seizure. We've got an ambulance on the way. What hospital is he being taken to? I'll be right back. Mr. Samuels was having a heart attack, as were a million other people this year. More than 600,000 of them will die. 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Ned Hartridge's Aberdeen Angus Bull, they call him Boo, took first place for the third year in a row. I guess that's what's causing Leland Forree to raise such a fuss. Losing to Ned is hard for Leland to swallow after three generations of futon. Considering the land that Hartridge's and Forree's are futon over, well, it's surprising no blood has been spilled in the name of folk justice. Sheriff, it's a sorry day when Joslin judges seal their votes on a bull, just because the owner's stone broke. At least the law knows where it stands. I came over to extend the cattleman's regrets, not to take sides, Leland. I grant you, Boo is a hefty monster for an Aberdeen, but he ain't worth three years of blue ribbons. Those back slapping judges turned my stomach green. The judges are appreciating the man. Ed's family's been through a hard year, and God bless them, they haven't forgotten how to laugh. Well, I'll hand them a thought to remember, why don't you leave what is the? 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It's not uncommon to hear stories of families feuding for generations. The cause of their fuss varied long ago with their ancestors. But in Jocelyn County, the Hartridges and the Forees will remember the spark of their land feud. Leland Forees in a sour mood after losing to Ned Hartridge's stud bull at the Jocelyn State Fair. It's easy to tell when Leland's angry. There's more bounce to his step. And he's bouncing pretty good now on his way to the Hartridges who walk their bull, boo, out of the show ring. Oh, relax, boo. Bobby, you drive the pickup round back to the exit. Your mother and I'll walk boo out of the show tent. Yes, sir. If you'd move out of the ring, boo, we'd all go home. Watch the gate, Marcy. It isn't going anywhere, Ned. Well, congratulations, Hartridge. Blue Ribbon 3rd year running is something to crow about. You're blocking the gate, Leland. Kindly step aside. Oh, it's a nice surprise hearing congrats from you, Leland. Boo's a surprise. Imagine the judges naming him a masterpiece of Aberdeen breeding and him coming from simple folks like yourself. We ain't exchanged more than a stray cow past 20 years. No point in straining neighborliness tonight. Well, Sandy and I talk about how little we see of our neighbors. Ever since your oil rig came in a dry hole back in 58. Well, please tell Cassandra how everyone missed seeing her pink caddy parked outside the fair tent. We'll do. I phoned Sandy in Paris this morning, and she was all tears over missing our stock show. Sandy decided she spent so much of my money on her Paris originals, she had to sacrifice this year's fair for girl. I know how much Cassandra loves cows. Of course, Sandy's animal appreciation pales beside your own Marcy. Oh, it ain't it. You being a New Yorker and all Pittsburgh. I'm from Pittsburgh. Well, then you must be glad to be in Texas. My responsibility to stop any trouble those two feudists might start. So when I overhear Leland toss that far eastern or dig at Marcy, I fully expected to arrest Ned for rearranging Leland's job. But Ned just sort of bit his lip and walked through past Leland. Step aside. Now, hold on a minute, Ned. I heard you folks had a hard year. The cry and shame Uncle Sam don't underwrite you cattle ranchers, the way he does us oil ranchers. And talk around the fair is, you're considering selling boo. There's a lot of hot air to scatter the fog, but I finally see what Leland's after, Marcy. Who is Hartridge raised and Hartridge, he'll stay. Hey, watch who you running over with that bull. I asked twice, now I'm moving you aside. Tell me, neighbor, you ever plan on buying your little wife a dress she can promenade in? Don't answer him, Ned. I'm standing Rock Steel with my back to the man for everybody to see. I've got to answer him. I'm offering enough cash flow to buy that dress for Marcy and cover next year's feed bill. I'd be paid with money that comes from land that belongs to my family. Boo stays put. How much you worth, Ned? I bet you ain't got enough assets to bait a mousetrap. That's a limit. Ned, you know Boo's spooks easy under fair tents. Lead rope is tied through Boo's nose ring, now hold him. Make a wise decision for once, Ned, sell Boo to me. I said hold the lead rope. Boo causes any fuss, you twist his nose. It isn't Boo's nose, I want to twist. Now stop it. Sheriff, you're as bad as the rest standing around watching you stop him. Stop him as it happened, me to stop Marcy. People have a legal right and sell to each other in public, that's what they want to do. Leland, your great-granddaddy might have been keen to cheat my great-granddaddy at poker, but I won't have no foray rubbed my nose in it. Boo stays put. Hell with cheat. Great-granddaddy Harpage signed deed over to us for ease himself. He was stone drunk. Every living soul in Jocelyn County knew he was a temperance man. How does a temperance man lose 40 acres of prime grazing land in a drunken poker game? Even preachers been known to down a few now and then. Forget what happened a chunk of years ago. I'm talking about buying Boo. You're talking about buying Boo with money from Harpage grazing land and coming poorly oil gusher. God forbid the bank could be foreclosing on my ranch tomorrow, I still wouldn't sell Boo to you. Yeah, it's only natural for you to dry hold when you sank pipe neighbor. The oil game smiles on lucky man and there never was our lucky Harpage born yet. I'll own Boo someday and cut him up for market. What's he talking about? He ain't ever laying hands on Boo. Your father and Mr. Poorly are having a discussion. Oh, I'm glad you came back, Bobby. Take Boo's lead rope. My arm hurts from holding him still. Well, here's the side. Backless Bobby Harpage holding Boo's lead rope. You chasing a bloody nose, Lillin, or are you going to apologize to my son? Apologize to a quitter? I'd call dropping Jocelyn high football a week before the season opener pretty backless. My son's told me how Bobby walked out on the team. That ain't true. Bobby quit football he'd have told me. Go down there. Wouldn't do to start something you'd regret later. Yes, sir. You don't believe me after, boy? It's true, sir. I left the team last week. Boy hasn't even got the courage to tell his own father he quit the football team. How backless can you get? Bobby, walk Boo out to the pickup. Oh, I want Bobby clear of that Boo. I want him clear of me, too. Almost summer and there I was still in my winter sports shirts feeling the heat. So I went to Sears and discovered a summer sports shirt collection. Some interlocked knits caught my eye with full button fronts in solids and patterns and their short sleeved. This is a style I can feel comfortable in. Better yet, the interlocked knits of polyester are easy care. My wife likes that. 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Folks all across the great state of Texas know the story of how Ned Harkridge's great-granddaddy lost a patch of oil land to his neighbor, Leland Forree's great-granddaddy in a drunken poker game. The Forree's built themselves quite a bankroll off that land over the years. Enough money to buy anything in Jocelyn County. Except, of course, Ned's prize Aberdeen Bull, boo. I think it was spite that made Leland do the next best thing he could to hurt Ned after Ned refused to sell him boo. Leland stole young Bobby Harkridge's pride. Marcie told me later how angry Ned was on the ride home from the fair. Why'd you turn off the highway, Ned? This is the rig road. What good will looking at a busted dream do any of us? That's right for me. When we reach the rig, you two stay in the truck. Why? I want to look at where I've been, OK? I mean, why alone? Because it don't come back no other way. I feel rain in the air. Nice to be home and dry when it falls. You'll be dry in the truck. I tried to tell him why I quit football. But he wouldn't listen. Your father will listen in the morning when you two put the feet out. He always does. Ma, this time's different. I let him down in front of everybody at the stock show. That ain't something you forget like yesterday's rain. What's that sound? The wind banging in the oil rig's drill pipe against the structure. What's Dad got to stare at his dry-hold rig for? Maybe the rig helps him think. Nobody needs a rotted monument reminding them of a dry-hold, not when you have a four-ree pumping jack 60 feet away and working double time on black gold. Besides, the next twist you'll finish with the first one started, tearing down that old rig's rusted cross beams and girders. Your father knows he can never get back the oil and your great-granddaddy lost to the four-rees. He's considering right now. What kind of considering? Moving. Off the ranch? Out of Jocelyn County. He can't do that. Bobby, you already gave up football for the ranch. Down the years, wouldn't you want an easier life than what your father's facing right now? 14-hour days, seven days a week, most times a year, and never enough earned to pocket. Always spending on this bill or that repair for the ranch. But I enjoy ranching. It's what I know best. I hope to raise my own prize bull like Boo someday. I read in the Jocelyn Herald that more young girls are moving to the big cities than ever before. They want no part of a rancher's life. It's too hard. You married a rancher? Then you ain't even Texas born. I married a man, and I've lived with a rancher. I love my man, but sometimes I don't understand the rancher. Rancher's what I like. I don't want to move. Well, we'll see what your father decides. Your mind's already made up, isn't it? Yes. Can't afford a new one? Yes, sir. Boo down. There's no call for you to worry about Boo anymore. Boo's no longer your responsibility. You are punishing me because you think I'm backless, like Leland Foreese says. I'm punishing you because you had me believe you were still playing Jocelyn High football when you wasn't. I'll bet yourself down, Bobby. Morning chores fall on your shoulders. Good night, sir. Some chocolate dropped left in the kitchen. Leave one or two for your father. He can eat them all. Little players ain't my pleasure tonight. I have to admit, those DJs play some decent music on the radio after midnight. I just ain't in the mood to hear it. That's coming from the barn. Come on, Boo, get back in my foot. You fit this morning. Yeah, there. Look who's busted out. Boo! Boo, you miserable primadonna, move your tail back in this barn. Boo, you sure played one mean carpentry number on this barn door. Boo, get back here. I hope the rain soaks you to the bone for busting down the barn door. Ah, rain won't irritate a dumb bull. If Dad and me will be remissable looking for you in the rain. 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He in rain-soaked blue jean jacket and pants. He doggedly stalks Boo, the escaped Hartridge prize bull. But Bobby is caught up in much more than a quest to rope a three-quarter ton bull. He's fighting to win back the respect he has lost in his father's eyes. Respect, Leland-Pauré, the Hartridge's feuding neighbor, destroyed when he showed Bobby up as a backless quitter in front of every one of the jargon counters there. Boo, will you quit spitting away? You're backing up in your dad's restable loyal rig. I've been chasing you more than a mile. Oh, blind, you're a haphadine angus-eyes. You moved and I landed in the mud. I don't appreciate eating any more mud tonight. Leland-Pauré stopped my belly full of the fare. That's the way, turn to the right. I'll get you cornered against dad's dry-hold rig. We'll discuss this further. I said, right. You're supposed to be the finest bull in Jocelyn County, not a jackass. That's it, back yourself up against the rig. Won't hurt a bit when I tie this lead rope through your nose rig. And now hold still a minute. We'll walk home where it's dry. Only my second day on the job as Jocelyn's sheriff when I was introduced to the feud between the Hartridges and the Four E's. Ned had found a stray Four E calf out on his rig road and asked me to return it, explaining his vow never to set foot on Four E land in the same breath. There was a day I first suggested to Ned he'd tear down his derelict of rigs in accident, waiting for a time to happen. Ned answered, it's my dry-hold rig on my land and I'll do with it what I please, thank you. When Ned walked out here, shot his son Bobby came over and told me not to worry. Next twist is so much as breeds of that worthless rig, it'll fall. But Bobby was wrong. All it took to crash Ned's rig to the ground was a hard rain and one escaped bull named Boo backing up into the rig structure. Of course, me and Bobby's parents had no way of knowing that at the time. After midnight, why are you getting dressed? Thunder woke me up, went into the kitchen for a drink of water, noticed the barn light on. You turned that light off before you went to bed. Bobby must have left it on, Boo's busted out of his pin. Bobby's gone too. I'm coming with you. No, honey, you stay in bed and sleep. Bobby and I'll bring Boo back. I'm coming with you. I'm worried about Bobby. Boo sours in the rain and Bobby's out there alone. I don't see what the boy thinks he's proven by bringing that bull back on his own. I'd say it has something to do with the fuss you and Leland Four E had at the fair. Yeah, sure, I understand that. All right, if you're coming along, you best rest for the weather. Rain like this should last all night. I'm Bobby, but driving around in circles. Just slow down, Marcy. Bobby's old enough to handle boo... What Boo did to the barn door? Tore the hinges out of the wall. Foul weather turns that animal temperamental. Lucky thing for us, son, some bulls don't melt. We'd have a real problem if it... Look for Bobby first. Well, we'll head out back to the barn, work our way out to the road. Rain's blowing towards the road. I've never seen an animal yet that enjoyed having the rain blowing in its face. Thank you, good. You on as far as the road? Depends on how long Bobby's been chasing, Boo. Could be more than a mile away. Ned, when you were standing alone out of the rig tonight, what did you decide? Nothing. I told you I was looking at where I've been. But you promised to consider moving off the ranch. I was considering. Living on the ranch keeps Bobby shut inside himself. No girl, no more football, only Boo and the rest of his chores. Yeah, well, who's to say moving would do Bobby any good? Running from a problem, don't solve it. Hey, here's the road. Price will be lilin' for me. He'd do it just to tell folks he ran us heartaches out of Jocelyn. Bobby's our only child. I want him to be happy. Well, he's happy in his work. Many a wealthy man wish he could say the same. Now, I'll give Bobby a call. What are you listening to? Ain't you hear? What? That. I still don't hear anything. Hey, it's Boo. He's out there callin' somewhere. Oh, I hear him now. Boo only moans like that when he's scared. See the rig? I've watched in the light. The oral rig's half turned on inside. I saw it in the lightning. I'll drive by the rig. Bobby, might've come out that way for a look. He's under the rig. Bobby, you don't have to hold Boo's lead rope no more. The girders are crushing his leg. Quiet, quiet. I sort of made a mess of myself, sir. Your mother'll take Boo's lead rope, son. She'll tie him up on the other side of the rig. We need help, Ned. I'll handle it. Is Boo all right? Not a scratch on his blue ribbon body. Come on, walk over here, Boo. Son, can you feel your leg? Yeah. That's the reason I've been cryin'. My leg's broke for sure. As long as you can feel your leg, you cry all you want. Ain't a thing to be ashamed of with all that steel crushing your leg. Now, give your old man a few minutes. He'll tow this whole damn rig away. Hurry. I'll work as fast as I can, but these girders will have to be dragged off one at a time. Marcy, tie this tow rope to the bumper hitch on the pickup. Okay. Now, the other end of the tow rope is hooked around the top girder. You watch Bobby while I drive. Yeah, when that rope's towed. Okay. Let me see. We need help. Bobby's face is chalk white. That's to be expected. Bobby ain't as strong as some young men. He's a lot stronger than you give him credit for. I'm calling for help over the CB. Are you channelin' the emergency channel? I have an emergency on the Hartridge Rig Road. Need immediate assistance. Come on. You have a what, Marcy? Oh, Sheriff, your voice is sweet as the song. One whole side of Ned's oil rig fell on Bobby's leg. He's trapped under the rig. Is he bleedin'? I don't believe so, but we can't see Bobby's leg under all the steel. His leg broke bad. This sure hasn't been Bobby's night. I've more bad news for him. I haven't left the ferry yet. I just got in my car when your call came over. But that's 70 miles away. I'm on my way. I'll radio ahead for help. But just about every emergency vehicle in Johnson County is out here on the fairground. What do you need to free Bobby's leg? Tell him we need a winch. He says we need a winch. Well, Leeland Poire's pickup as a power winch. He's your best bet. I asked the Poire's to stay on their side of my barbed wire fence. Nothing more. Marcy, do you read me? Hand me that mic. Sheriff, this is Ned Hartridge. You're puttin' me between a rock and a hard place. I'd be much obliged if you brought a winch with you. I don't carry one of my pockets then. Winch is on cigars. What'd you turn the CBO for? I ain't askin' Leeland Poire for squat. I should wait for the sheriff. Bobby, stop playing hero for your father. I don't want to scare you, honey. But you've got a compound fracture. Then your legs bleed. It ain't bleedin'. Oh, I can tell. Sir, I want to explain why I quit football. Forget what Leeland Poire said about you in football. You're showin' yourself a tall man. That's what matters. I told mom I quit so as I could help more around the ranch. Wasn't true. Save you, Brent. Save you, Brent. You hear? I quit football because I've never seen him hurt so bad before. And that way he need that winch. Because I didn't like the people no more. He's passed out. Do you see how I helped old lead rope when we drove up? Yes, I saw. But how brave are you? You aren't mad enough to have Leeland Poire's help, are you? Where do you think you're going? To borrow Leeland's winch pickup. Oh, the hell you are. Now get down out of that truck. Is your pride more important than Bobby's leg? I told you to get down out of that truck. My pride stays here with you. 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Just to help young Bobby Hartridge free his broken leg from under Ned's dry hole rig is beyond me. Asking Ned and Leland to cooperate in a fevered situation like that was knocking down trouble. So I pressed toe to battle and fought the slick highway. I was still wondering what kind of greeting Leland would give Ned when he came to call. It's Ned Hartridge, Leland. Bobby's broke his leg. Pinned it under a pile of metal out on the rig road. I need to borrow you pick up a power winch. What sort of metal is he buried under? My rig collapsed on him. I knew that rusted old rig yours would cause you grief someday. You see what's in my hand? Yeah, I see it. This here is my personalized 44 Magnum as my initials monogrammed on the pearl handles. You walk away from my door and stand out in the yard where I can see you. Look to share, sit me to you because you're the only one nearby with power winch. Remember tonight at the fair when I told you my wife was dress shopping in Paris? Well, my two boys ain't home neither. Ain't no witnesses around. Is far enough away from your door for you? That's real fine, neighbor. Now this key's the one to my winch pick up. Now I didn't say you could fish them keys out of that mud puddle so fast. You might make my 44 go boom, you do that. You want to hear me say it? I will. I'm in your debt, Leland. Now that don't matter to me. All I care about is helping Bobby. I'm an oil man, Ned. I don't accept no debts, especially when I can have something I want in payment. I'm picking the keys up now. I'll return you pick up. Uh-oh. That trigger sorta slipped. Lucky for you, ain't it? The gun was pointed at your feet. You want my winch pick up. I want what you wouldn't sell me at the fair. Boo. You pick up them keys and I assume we made even trade. You keep the pick up and I collect one Aberdeen Angus bull named Boo. I got no hands for trouble. I said drop them keys. You're bargaining with the wrong man who ain't mine to trade away. After tonight, Boo belongs to Bobby. I ain't afraid to shoot you in the back. It's just your style, Leland. I'm coming for that bull. My keys are in the ignition. You can follow me out to the rake in my truck. Save her the trouble of returning you pick up. I'm collecting my bull, hard rake. Your father proud where you hung on to Boo's lead rope when we found you. What's it gonna be? They have decided to sell the ranch. Well, I'd like him to. We moved to a nice city. One with scads and scads of pretty young girls for you to choose from. That's no place to keep Boo in a city. He's back, Bobby. Let me barn his pickup. Wanted me to trade Boo for his winch pickup. You didn't trade Boo. No, I told him Boo ain't mine to trade. Boo belongs to Bobby now. Bobby will be so proud when you tell him. Bobby, this cross beam up here is solid enough for me to use as kind of a pulley. Drop the winch cable over the cross beam so the winch would be able to lift them girders off your leg. I'm waiting. You hang in there, partner. Boo's yours forever and a day. You mean it? I'll give you my word on it. We're a headlight's coming down the road. It's too soon for the sheriff to show up. I expect that'll be Leland. Well, what told me, Hardridge? In five minutes I leave either with that Boo or my winch pickup. You can't take advantage of Bobby like this when he's hurt. Marce, I'm collecting my end of a business deal. He ain't taking Boo. I'd rather lose my leg than lose Boo. Son, neither of them things are gonna happen. Are they, Leland? I'd say your boy's got some grit after all. Hell, it's a sorry day you can't depend on a neighbor in a life or death situation. I won't forget you let a helping hand. Bobby puts me to shame the way I've been acting. Here, let me run that cable. I can handle a winch better than you. I was doing a good job with the winch. Are we gonna argue about this, too, Ned? I mean, it is my pickup. Keys are an ignition. Are you with me in a minute? No, Ned. You can't shoot him. Sir, no fouries worth of murder charge. Get out of the way, Marce. It'll be murder. Much as Leland deserves it, you'd still be in the wrong. You let him get away. He's too late. Leland's out of range. Leland's gone, Ned. There's nothing left to shoot at but the night. I'll see Leland's time come for this. I buried my pride to ask that skunk's help. You buried your pride for Bobby. The sheriff will be along with help any minute. Oh, damn ball. I didn't tear this rusted rig down years ago. Oh, ma, please stop crying. I can wait for the sheriff. Yes, it's your fault. I told you to sell this junkie for scrap 20 years ago. None of us are to blame for what happened to me. It was an accident. Of course there's blame. Lands to blame. No, it's good land. It's hard-ridged land. Lands all dried up like this rig. Gave us neighbors with hearts of stone and nothing to show for our hard work, but one pretty blue ribbon at the fair every year. But we got boo. Your mother's right. Boo ain't nothing. We've seen a lifetime investment turn into a couple of gallows empty hands. I'm sorry, Bobby. We're selling out. With boo we can build up the stock again and then we'll be in the money. You come off telling me what this ranch needs. What are you doing? Leave me alone. You can't move steel with your bare hands. I'm rocking the doctor. Now try moving your leg, Bobby. No good, sir. My leg won't move. You ain't trying. I am too trying. You've gone crazy. Somebody's coming down the road. Oh, you must be the sheriff by now. If it is the sheriff, why'd he come alone? Well, that ain't the sheriff. Somebody explained to me why Leland's coming back. Put the shotgun down there, please. Leland's come back to help Bobby. That's what matters. Not to me. Is that you, Sheriff? It is. I met Leland out on the highway. He insisted I ride with him back here. Seeing Ned pointing this 12 gauge explains why. My job isn't to play Solomon and decide who's right or wrong in this feud. I'm here to help Bobby. I ain't asking for nothing else. Then stow your 12 gauge and let's set about freeing Bobby's leg. Me to swing this glass girder out of the way. That's not it. Bobby's leg is free. Okay, Leland. Let it down. Leg's like a bent twig. It sure hurts. But it is nice to see my toes again. The way that steel itch, I'm surprised you don't have a compound break. I expected you to bring some help with you, Sheriff. Well, the entire Jocelyn County Fire Company is heading this way. I just outdistance them when I left the fair. The whole fire department, huh? Wasn't a man who didn't volunteer to help when they heard you were pinned under the rig. You and your father have a lot of friends in Jocelyn. Oh, we thank you, Sheriff, for making Leland drive back. I only had to explain the situation a little to bring the good Samaritan out in Leland. You mean Leland made you pull your gun? Not quite, but almost. I heard that. That ain't no way to be thankful. I didn't have to come back. You didn't have to come back until I commandeered your pickup on the highway. Hey, when folks hear what you've done tonight, they'll judge for themselves who's backless, Leland. Folks will ask, who moved all that rusted steel off Bobby Hartage's broken leg. And you tell them I did it. And I'll tell folks how you tried to steal Boo. Keep your bull, son. You got one full year to crow about him. If that next year's fair, I'll own me an entry that'll make Boo a faded memory in the judge's mind. Never happen. Leland, I think it's time you dropped the lead and your britches and drove home. Boo beat any animal that belongs to a foree. Dad, tell them. Watch the leg, Bobby. Dad? I told you, mother, we'd sell, son. You don't want to sell the ranch no more than I do. No, no, I don't. Then you tell them, Ned. Leland? Something on your mind, Marcy? Before you leave. I think it's only right for you to know what to expect in next year's fair. 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