Murder At The Rodeo

Having trouble with those boots, Hazel? I'm too much, but don't you wish you were in my boots, though. We'll take that up some other time.

Now I've got to finish dressing and get out in the arena and I'm due to ride soon. You care for you, don't get cared, won't you? But not too careful. You think it's something happening to me, Slim will say, married to you, don't you?

Well, think again, you can't hold him, Hazel. Nobody's gonna say I didn't try. I wouldn't try anything where I was concerned. I've got a very good friend in town, Hazel. Boston Blackie, ever hear of him?

Sure. Well, he's here tonight. I sent him tickets. A friend of mine out west had a look up blackie in case I've ever gotten trouble. I'm just playing it safe fast and then becoming nice.

Better go on out and ride that Bronco. Hey, anybody deeper than there? Everybody is Barney. Wait a minute. Go on in and talk to Hazel Barney. I'll do it if you read it. But don't get too close, sir.

Rantless bite can be cured, but hurt. Ah, bye. So long, Bill. Well, kind of a feud going on between you two gals, ain't they, Hazel? I wouldn't say that. They'd like people to think that, though.

I always felt a roadie, it ain't no place for feuds. They kind of all ought to be more like a family. If you see a family without a feud, I never did. That ain't what I meant, exactly.

The way the boys are saying, though, anything ever happened to Belle, you'd be blamed. And like that very much. Not the second part of course, just the first. I don't know, Hazel. I still... Hey, listen.