The Mysterious Loot at Bad Luck Cave

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Transcribe from out of the West and into your home, riding the range of mystery and adventure, Blazing the trail of Western story and song. Boy willing and the writers of the purple sage. That teller of tall tales gabby haze.

The queen of the West, Dale Evans, and in person. The king of the car boys himself, Roy Rogers. Howdy folks, this is Roy Rogers. Dr. Ruse, I'm sure glad you're with us today, because we run up against the little problem, and I think you can help solve it.

The whole partner Gab is going to tell you what happened last week so you'll understand all the details. Aren't you Gabby? But I am right. Buckaroos, we call our story the mysterious loot in Bad Luck Cave.

First of all, you better get acquainted with Bob Smith. A feller who says, Henri is a bear being backed into a red-hot campfire. There ain't nobody likes Bob. Some way, he got a contract to carry the prospector's gold down to the claims and to the bank in Mineral City.

He got it because of prospector's figured he's a ornery. No outrodeers right of robin. Well, last week things begin to happen. Come here, Jack. Sit down. Yes, Uncle Bob. You've learned plenty from me since you've been here.

More than your pawn, more than you thought you all the time you lived with them. Uncle Bob, you hadn't had to talk about it. Shut up, I ain't through. Yes, sir. Now I'm gonna give you a chance to pay me back.