3x-xx-xx ep013 First Song - The Big Corral

We urge our ponies over the rugged trail at Sun's at hour, and gaze in wonder at the jagged mountain tops as they whisper secrets to the early evening clouds that kept their

highest peak. In blankets of urban white snow, their silent grandeur lends a reverence to the wonderment of the oncoming night, which leaves a spellbound as we take a slight turn round the narrow past, and as though Mother Nature had used her magic wand to spread before us a lovely green valley, studded with scattered groups of cattle, and here and there a night rider

of the rain shouting his cheery yipp-bye-ay to a lagging member of the herd. And as our egos eyes sweep the valley, the harmonious blaze of a campfire sends a message of warmth and companionship over the chill evening air. Come, ponies, to a faster gate, and join that jinnyll host of the plains. Pinto Pete and his ranch boys, as they sing and

play their wholesome tunes, born of the west, and just to get me in a sentimental mood. Well, boss, you know, we've got to do something yank, yeah, you're on re-disposition of cow-punching. We sure do, Pitto.

For if there ever was a mean hard riding wall ad Maverick to work with, you're it. You just get him and bought the boat. They ought to hulk to tie it to Ken. Oh, I've docked their loops before, Shug.

But they don't seem to realize that it's the terrible company that I keep that makes me that away. I've been coming back to you. Well, seen as how we got company this evening, I've got to make you fellas put on your good manners and press you long to the big corral This ugly brute from the cattle shoot, press along to the big corral