Blood On The Sand

W Fitch Company makers of those fine Fitch products present Dick Powell as private detective Richard Rogue In Rogue's gallery Rogue speaking well, I was suffering one of my regular taxa rigor indolence last year when I decided to commune with nature in a gentle sort of way So I made a reservation at the L7 dude ranch out in the desert

The afternoon I arrived at the ranch, I was lolling around the swimming pool, exposing my epidermis to the sun and admiring the scenery. When part of the scenery walked up and took a poke at another part of the scenery, over some of the most beautiful scenery I've ever seen in or out of a white satin bathing suit.

The poker was a paunchy 45, the poke a very slick 30. The cause of it all was a lovely, lovely 25. Blonde and definitely feminine. I stayed out of it. I've told you for the last time, Harding, I want you to stay away from my wife.

Brian, please, you've been drinking. This is no place to settle your quarrel with Tom. I'm just as sick of you as you are of me, Mills and Sozan. You're no good to anybody. Tom, don't not hear Tom.

If you don't stay away from my wife, I'll kill you, Harding. Oh, please, come on, Brian. Let's get out of here, please. Tom, I'll see you later. It's the last time I'm gonna warn you, Harding.

If you don't stay away from me. Shut up your truck again. Talking that song. You're not gonna kill anybody. I'll see ya later, Anne. Come on, Brian. Let's go now. Would you mind talking to me?