Dry Gulch Caper

The National Broadcasting Company presents The Adventures of Sam Fade Detective. Say the catch of our density. Me, sweetheart, bunks along spades. Bunks along spades. The only cowpoke in the west with so much daylight between him and his saddle, the California Limited can pass under without ever slackening speed.

So? I'm rough and I'm puffing, I'm ready, gal. All I'll shoot out, ride, not caught any man in boot. All barefooted either, as a matter of fact, who's the weapon? What's the way for you, where are you then?

Where the air is warm and the women are warmer, if, and the end comes twisted and sudden. Oh! I took Horace, clearly, the bike, sweetheart, I went west. Well, we're done. I mean, are we already done?

Keep your rain, Pike, gal. I calculate the bull egg my way through the door, God, and my quilt, gal, and hat, my buckskin shirt, my worn leave-eye, and my twin-six guns, We're the extra large hammers that dictate my report on the dry ghost paper. They went that away For NBC William steer radios outstanding producer director of history and crime drama

Bring you the greatest private detective of them all in the adventures of Sam's face F.E. F.E. I'm here for Harry Flour. Are you the new school, Mar? You're so strong, so for the real. For real?

Not only that, so be it F.E. So absolutely. Oh, do I need to get it? Not unless you have an ink. It's a local cushion, Fankery. Well, we've seen, I'd like to get it over with.

Thank you, sir. You need to do a headache? Yes, I think, I'll do. It's not my head that I was referring to. You're ready, little pardon? Ready, sir. They fill it in to Lieutenant R. C. Holiday, robbery to bail San Francisco Police Department City.