The Disappearing Trail Mystery

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Blazing the trail of Western story and songs, boy willing and the writers of the Purple Sage, that teller of tall tales gabby haze, the queen of the West's Day-le-Evens, and in-person, the king of the carboys himself, Roy Rogers.

Well, howdy folks, this is Roy Rogers. For buckaroos, we had a mighty busy week. We've been trying to do things for that young boy who came to stay with us at the double our boy range.

But we also tangled with some really bad cattle wrestlers. Gabby, I wish you'd tell our friends about those wrestlers. Yes, what I was going to, Roy. Say, buckaroos, you know that young feller come to stay with us, Jack Williams.

Only we call him Dusty now, for he'd rather take a whip him and wash his face. Well, Dusty, near as ordinary as he was, I'd been sort of gently to him, you know, with a little help from Roy, of course.

Well, we call this story the mystery of the disappearing trail. The other night, over a bajani sparrows double-hole ranch, exciting things were in the wind. Aaaahhh! They removed it, car! Keep those cattle moving! What do you think we're doing?

Well, they had to be through the past loaded on trucks before setup. If Mr. Sparrow finds out his cattle have been rustled, and I'm not back to work by the original time tomorrow morning, every suspicious I had something to do with it.