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Here's adventure!

Here's romance!

Here's O. Henry's famous Robin Hood of the Old West,

The Cisco Kid!

Just look at that door.

We heard Lightning whinny and Gypsy trying

to kick the door open.

But before we could do anything, she was out, over the corral

fence, and gone.

That makes the fifth mare you've lost in three weeks,

Sally.

And the most valuable.

And also the last one that wild stallion will ever steal

from me or anyone else.

There's an old law in this state that says that horse

stealing's the death penalty.

Well, I'm going to revive it.

Lightning's a horse thief, and I'm gonna have him killed.

Oh, but Miss Emerson, it'd be a shame to kill him.

Why not try to capture him?

Why, we might as well try to capture a cyclone.

No, Duke, that stallion has got to be destroyed.

And we're going to do it.

I understand how you feel, Sally.

He's stolen a couple of mares from me.

I'm with you, all the way.

[horse approaching] What happened, Steve?

I spotted Lightning half an hour ago over

across the ridge.

Saddle my horse while I get my gun.

Duke, we're going after him.

I'll go along.

Fine.

What's the idea of backing up her play?

If Lightning's killed-- Then we'll find another

wild stallion to take his place.

Hey, look, Cisco.

That must be Lightning, the wild stallion we heard

about in San Raphael.

What beauty.

Cisco, that-- that's the mostest horse I ever seen.

Heh, bet he's worth lots of pesos, eh?

Shall we catch him?

No, Pancho, we're leaving him alone.

Pancho, freedom is the most precious thing in the world.

You ought to know that.

Who are we to deprive him of the right to live

the way he wants to?

Cisco is right, caballo!

Run along!

Have a good time!

Have lots of fun!

And mind your own business, like Cisco don't never do!

[laughing] Goodbye, Lightning.

Come on, Pancho.

There he is!

You and Duke circle around.

We'll come up from the back.

[gun firing] [distant gunshot]

Cisco, look, is that--?

[gun firing] They're trying to kill him,

Pancho, come on!

He went into a blind canyon.

I'll go around this way.

Are you all right?

Yeah, I'm all right.

Look, Cisco, look, more company.

What do you mean, keeping my employee from killing

that wild stallion?

I think that Lightning has as much right to live

as you or I.

He's forfeited that right.

He's a thief.

He's stolen several of my most valuable mares.

And only last night, he induced my pet Gypsy to break

down her stall and join him.

If Lightning had stolen your mares, they'd be running

around in a pack with him, and he wouldn't be ranging

these hills alone.

Si, señorita, he couldn't take no chances some other stallion

steal the mares from him.

I'm a horse breeder, and I used to think the way you do.

But I changed my mind when I saw that stallion steal

one of my mares.

He's probably got 'em hidden up in a canyon somewhere.

Or maybe up a tree.

You cost me my chance to get him today, but there'll

be other days.

Hey, mister, you forgot your rifle.

Well, Pancho, what do you make of it?

I think there is something wrong about this.

I think there's-- Oh, Cisco, Cisco,

don't start thinking.

You're gonna get us in trouble.

But Pancho, this Mr. Larsen and also the girl's foreman,

both of them know as well as we do that if Lightning stole

those mares, he wouldn't be running around alone.

Why did they make her think different?

I don't know.

Why does she want to kill such a beautiful animal?

I don't know.

But she's not gonna do it.

Well, that's what I say, but how you gonna stop her?

Well, you and I are gonna catch Lightning and protect him.

Heh, you know, that little spitfire, she find out, we're

gonna have to have somebody protect us.

First we'll have to get the stallion, Pancho, then we'll

worry about that.

Besides, she doesn't look so ferocious.

No, neither does the baby wildcat, until he bites you.

Duke, you go back to the ranch.

Steve and I are going into town to post a reward

for Lightning.

See you later, Larsen.

That Cisco and his pal are liable to get in our hair.

I know, that's why you and the boys are gonna look around

for 'em and see that they don't.

Right.

Where's Doc?

He's in the barn.

You and Utah go with Duke.

He's got a little job to take care of.

How do you like it, Frank?

I like it.

By the time you get that paint job finished and give

her teeth the once-over, I'll be able to sell Gypsy

right back to the Emerson girl.

How much is this horse worth, Frank?

5000.

5000?

Oh, I better be more careful.

Pancho.

The only chance we have to save him is to get a rope

around his neck.

How we going to do that?

We'll climb up on either side of him.

Get your rope.

Cisco, sometimes I think you think I'm a mountain sheep.

Sometimes you think right, come on.

You start that way, Pancho, and when I get to the top--

You mean if you get to the top.

When I get up there, Pancho, you wait for my signal.

Then we'll both rope him at the same time.

Then what are you gonna do?

We'll hold onto him until he gets tired.

Now start climbing, go on.

"Start climbing"-- it's pretty high down

from up there.

Pancho!

Get up there!

[Lightning screaming] Hold him, Pancho!

[speaking Spanish] [Lighning screaming]

Take it easy, boy!

Take it easy!

Steady, steady.

[Lightning screaming] Oh, this is a strong horse.

He got muscles sticking out all over him!

Steady, boy, steady.

You know, Pancho, I think I'll break him.

Yeah, he gonna break your fool neck for you.

That's entirely possible.

He's a fine horse, worth taking a chance.

Whoah, boy!

Take it easy, eh?

Uncovered fresh tracks, Duke.

Where?

'Bout three miles the other side of Stony Point.

Let's go.

Right.

Oh, boy.

Hey, Pancho.

Yeah?

Be careful.

Get away from him the minute I get on.

I'd like to let go before you get on, Cisco.

[Lightning whinnying] Ay-ay-ay, Cisco!

[Lightning whinnying] [cheering, laughing]

Hey!

[Lightning whinnying] There they are, and they've

got Lightning with them.

[Lightning whinnying] Boy, look at that Cisco ride.

That's the last ride he'll ever take anywhere, come on.

[Lightning whinnying] Good boy, Cisco!

You didn't fall!

Good boy, good boy.

Steady, steady.

Ohh.

[gun firing] Take cover!

[guns firing] We'll never get 'em now.

Let's get out of here.

[guns firing] Get your horse, Pancho.

We're going after them.

[gun firing] Are you all right, Pancho?

Oh, Cisco, I'm all right, but-- it's the--

[shouting in Spanish] Cisco-- the stirrup broke,

and-- let's go and catch him, huh?

Oh, Pancho, we'll never catch them now.

I recognized one of them.

He's the girl's foreman.

We're going to pay a visit to Miss Emerson.

You're not welcome here, so get right back on your

horses and ride off.

Now look, miss, we came here to apologize to you

for interfering the other day.

I hope you changed your mind about Lightning stealing mares.

I haven't changed my mind.

You said that your pet mare, Gypsy, kicked her

way out of the stall and joined the stallion, didn't you?

Now look here, you-- Please, miss.

I may be wrong about this, but I have an idea that

might clear Lightning.

We'd like to have a look at Gypsy's stall.

Well, all right, come with me.

Well, this is it.

Pancho, take a look at those horseshoe marks.

[laughing] That little mare, I guess

she was on her back when she made those feetprints, eh?

[chuckling] Say, miss, did you ever

see a horse kick down a door?

No, no, I haven't.

Pancho, make believe you're Gypsy and kick down the door.

Gypsy, the mare--?

Oh, uh, I can't be a she-horse.

Why not?

W-- heh.

I beg your pardon, señorita.

[whispering] [laughing]

Make believe you're Loco.

But I ain't crazy, I-- But I didn't mean to say

that you are crazy, Pancho.

Make believe you're your own horse, Loco.

Oh, well, that's a different color of another horse, eh?

Hey, señorita, you better look out for Loco, because he's

a high kicker.

Look, I show you.

Look.

[imitating whinnying] [laughing]

Eh?

That's good, no?

[laughing] Did you notice how

Pancho kicked?

His toes were down.

So?

So, those imprints couldn't have been made by Gypsy.

I don't follow you.

Look.

Tell me, miss.

If this horseshoe were on your Gypsy's hind foot,

and she was kicking at the door, which end of it would be up?

The toe?

Or the open end?

The open ends, of course.

Take a look at those prints.

The toes are up.

I don't understand.

It's very simple, miss.

Somebody stole your Gypsy and used horseshoes nailed

to a board to make you believe that Gypsy kicked her way

out of the stall.

But who? How?

Where is your foreman?

Duke?

Well, he's out riding the fences, but-- but surely

you don't think he would do-- I most certainly do.

And also your friend Larsen.

I can't prove anything, but they've been stealing

your mares and blaming an innocent stallion.

Yeah, and your foreman and two other hombres

tried to kill us.

It's true.

Let's go with him, Cisco.

Wait a minute, Pancho.

We're going to trail him all right, but we want Larsen too.

We'll see you later, miss.

Larsen around?

He's in the barn with Doc.

Get in the shack and keep your eyes open.

Trouble's headed this way.

How do you like it?

Hey, it's perfect, Doc, perfect.

Oh, I'm not an artist.

I'm a genius.

Frank!

Hey, Frank, Cisco Kid and Pancho are headed this way.

Oh-- I'm gettin' out of here.

Come back here, you'll run right into 'em, you fool.

They're on your trail?

Yeah, but they don't know I spotted 'em.

And you led 'em here? Why-- Save it, Frank.

I knew what I was doing.

I brought 'em here for just one reason: so they could

walk into a trap.

Hey, Duke.

There's a couple of riders comin' up the trail.

That's them now.

Marty, get around to the side of the barn.

Frank, you get in the house and cover 'em from there.

I'll watch the door.

What about me?

Ahh, go paint your horses.

Yes, yes, paint the horses, paint the horses...

Oh, no no!

No, I'm gettin' out of here!

Gypsy must be in that barn over there.

Pancho, you stay here while I have a look.

I'm gonna circle around.

Well, Gypsy, it looks like somebody did a very good

dyeing job on you.

Don't be nervous, girl.

Come on out here.

You'll be home in a little while.

Go on.

[clattering] [grunting]

Hold it.

[grunting] Get loose and come over here!

Hombre!

[moaning] Well, I'll be a gee whiz.

I didn't did something.

Stand over there.

What's the matter, Pancho, he's hurt?

No, I just breathed on it, then it fall over.

That's as far as I go.

I'm an artist.

A creator of masterpieces.

I paint.

I don't unpaint.

Oh, you, you don't, eh?

Positively not.

It would ruin my reputation.

Well, you better start ruining your reputation by

picking up that sponge and unpainting Gypsy right away,

if not sooner, because if you don't, Pancho will be very cross

and spoil everything.

Threats don't frighten me.

My art transcends all fears.

Same, same, sir.

Okay, let's just don't be too hasty.

Heh.

You know, after all, there are times in one's life

when a man stoops to conquerin'.

Behold, my friend, a masterpiece of undoing in the making.

[chuckling] [speaking Spanish]

We got Gypsy put near as good as new.

And some.

Hey, what's keeping Cisco with that surprise you

both told me about?

Don't be impatient, he will be right away.

Here he comes now, look at-- [laughing]

Oh, Lightning!

This is a surprise.

It is a gift for you, from Cisco and Pancho.

You really mean that?

On one condition.

What is that?

That you marry him up with Gypsy.

[Gypsy whinnying] Pancho, look what you did.

You embarrassed Gypsy.

Well, people get married, don't they?

Oh, Pancho!

Oh, Cisco!

[laughing] Goodbye, amigos!

See you soon!

[laughing]