No Riders

First of all, note it's dangerous my stock entrained. If the job's too tough for you to handle, you've got a job for me, George Valentine. Right, full details. Standard of California on behalf of independent chevron gas stations and standard stations throughout the West invites you to let George do it.

No writers, another adventure of George Valentine. Mr. Valentine, there's a boy need your help terribly. His name's Floyd Bronson and he's in terrible trouble. He hasn't got any friends anymore, let me see him. He'll still be here, I think, until the fire's over.

It's a terrible fire. Please, please drive fast and get here. He's on Highway 41 just a few miles east of Paso Robles. You can find me because I'm a waitress at the stop and sip cafe.

Respectfully, wander mercy. Mud face, where's the car? I'm fixing it as fast as I can. Don't miss a velve time. Hey, hey, hey, what's this? I'm so tired. Everybody's tired. And we'll wander count as a darling.

Oh, I've been on a loan since six last night. That's when he was here eating supper. Tommy Tucker, I mean, when it died. The what? He's a truck driver for a San Francisco fur company.

And my face, what's this about, Tommy? Oh, that's one of the men down the counter, Mr. Evans. They know more than I do. Oh, OK. Salesman, that's all. So are coz Mabel's not here. She's good looking.

Yeah, we'll skip it. Now look, Wanda, I know you're groggy, but in words of one syllable, what's it all about? Yes, and you said something about a fire. We saw collos of men on the highway.