The Sale of the Herd Will Help the Ranch

Give me thy, thy own! Get low, get low! This is your inverse, fortune and our, mind! Give thy, thy own, get low! Honourable Peets, you know, that why, only will be our new, old! Life on the Red Horse Ranch!

Yes, yes, yes! Dad Carter has told the boys of the Red Horse outfit that his sale of the Red Horse herd

will pull the wrench through for another year. Neither Rose or Mr. Carter have been told that Alabama thinks there's oil on the wrench. Also, the boys are at a loss to know why Alabama is keeping such a close eye on his horse red.

The boys with the exception of Alabama are all in the bunkhouse singing. My sweetheart, who I sail to for that she has gone. Get back out of that bunk, Cheyenne. We can't sing without a bass.

Oh, I can see over here. You got it? No, you will be sound asleep. Come on, let's sing some more. We ain't had a chance like this in a long time. Let's sing something like Rocky Mountain Rose.

Right. There he goes, boys. Want us to do his serenading for it. What are you doing, Tender Foot? That's an idea. You got your cap set for Rose, ain't you? I don't know what makes you think that.

Ha, ha, ha. Well, we can now start courting Rose as long as Tender Foot ain't ever since. Well, well, Rose, sure, she's a swell girl, but of course I like her. Only trouble is whenever I get with her, I can't think of a thing to say.

Hey, Arizona, you're quite a man with the gals. Tell tenderfoot how to handle them. Well, I'll tell you how I get some icing to them. Listen to this. I've got no use for the women.