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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."

Nice ridin', Helen.

Thanks, Frank.

How was the time, Dad?

Faster than any thoroughbred could make it.

Still talkin' through your hat, eh, Joe?

Maybe, but not as loud as you do about your long-legged hay

burners.

Breeding those overgrown grasshoppers has sure addled

your brains.

You haven't got a lick of sense ever since you started

raising those blue-blooded crow bait.

Yeah?

Yeah.

That's enough, you two.

You're worse than a couple of mules, the way you argue about

your breeds of horses.

There wouldn't be any argument if he had sense enough

to admit that when it comes to running a quarter of a mile, a

quarter horse will beat a thoroughbred every time.

Why, look at Ranger.

Look at that powerful chest and rump.

That's what gives him and other quarter horses their tremendous

burst of speed.

Now, Joe, you know as well as I that for beauty, speed, and

endurance, there's nothing that can touch a thoroughbred.

There isn't, huh?

Well, my friend, Ranger can beat the fastest horse you've got

without batting a whisker.

Hold on, you two.

Why don't you settle all this by holding a race?

That suits me.

Me, too.

How 'bout a little bet to make it interesting?

All right, I'll bet $500 on Ranger.

$500, why, uh-- $500?

I guess he hasn't much confidence in Ranger, eh, boss?

What do you expect from an old windbag like him?

I've got $5,000 that says you're all wet.

$5,000?

You heard me.

This is downright silly.

Do you have to bet on the race to prove your point?

And $5,000 at that!

What about it, Joe?

Fish or cut bait.

Dad, please.

All right, you've got yourself a bet.

We'll hold it right here tomorrow morning.

That suits me.

Sam, it's in the bag.

I finally talked Joe and the boss into holding a race....

for $5,000 at Joe's place tomorrow morning.

Well, that's great, Terry.

I've been waiting 20 years for a chance to break Joe Butler.

When I get through with him, he won't have a red cent to his

name.

You just make sure that nothing goes wrong, and that Butler wins

the race.

Butler win the race?

I thought you wanted him to lose.

Not this time.

this is a build-up for a nice little frame that'll strip him

of everything he has.

Understand?

I get it.

Now, get busy.

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

What can I do for you?

My friend wants his photograph taken.

Yeah, but I want it back again because it's for mama

Maria in Guadalajara.

Oh, you are Samuel Carson, eh?

Yes, yes.

And if I may say so, the finest photographer in the west.

Ooh.

Step right over here, please.

Yes. Over here?

Uh-huh.

Now, I'll take your hat.

Hey, you gonna give it back to me?

Of course.

Uh, do you want a profile?

No, I'd like to have an enchilada because I'm hungry.

No, would like it sitting or standing?

No, I want to hang it on the wall, eh?

He means the picture, mister.

Oh. Oh!

Put your hand here.

Where?

Right here.

You don't got no little birdies?

Uh, no, no birdies.

There. Uh-huh.

Now, to the right.

Now put your hand on the gun.

My hand on the gun?

There.

Uh, we'll put this little gadget here.

Keep your head-- You have to be very quiet.

Eh...

You look pretty, Pancho.

Yeah, Pancho always look pretty, Cisco.

Mind your own business.

Now turn your head a little to the right.

To the left a trifle.

Up a little.

Now drop your chin to the left.

Hey, this is my neck you are twisting.

This ain't no corkscrew.

Oh, please!

There.

Mister, where are you?

Here I am.

I want to see what I look like.

Cisco, get in there.

Hey, Cisco, Cisco!

Come here quick.

Something is wrong, Cisco.

Come-- Come here, Cisco.

Cisco, where are-- Oh.

Here I am, Pancho.

Oh, how you get down here.

I've been here all the time.

But you were just up there, Cisco.

Pancho, it's the camera glass that turns everything upside,

down.

But the ceiling is still up there, and the floor is down

here.

I've been standing straight all the time-- do you understand?

No.

Do you want your picture taken or not?

Sure.

Where you been all the time?

Well, then, come on!

Why didn't you say so?

No, no, no, leave that camera there.

This man, he don't know what he want.

Stand up there.

Here?

Put my hand here?

Yes, put your hand there.

And twist it around a little bit like that?

Twist it around, yeah.

And this-- Over my head or something?

Yes, good and tight.

No birdies?

No birdies, no.

Hey, Cisco, that is the first photographer I ever see what

didn't have little birdies.

Are you ready?

Yes.

I'll have the proof for you tomorrow morning.

Fine, good.

Then I will come and get it in the morning, eh?

No, no, no, I'll send them to you.

Come on, Pancho, let's go.

Good-bye, sir.

Good-bye.

Try to kick me, huh?

I'll teach you, you walleyed baboon!

(horse neighing) Cut that out or I'll beat some

sense in you.

(horse neighing) I'll show you.

Wait a minute, mister.

That's not the way to treat a horse.

No, se単or.

That's my horse, and I'll treat him the way I like.

Not with a whip.

Look, you, keep your nose out of my business, or you'll get it

flattened.

That I wouldn't like.

Then clear out of here.

I don't need any advice from you how to train a horse.

And you don't need a whip, either.

Oh, tough guy, eh?

Well, mister...

Maybe now he knows how the horse feels.

Too bad.

Such a nice fella, too.

Now, will you tell me why you were beating that horse?

Every time I try to put a bridle on the jughead, he tried

to bite me.

Look, mister, you can get better results with kindness.

Pancho, show the gentleman how to put a bridle on.

It'll be a pleasure.

Whoa, boy.

No, no, no.

Pancho is a good friend to a good horse.

No, no, no, no, no.

No, no.

You know, you treat a horse-- make good friends with a horse,

the horse make good friends with Pancho, and then everybody gonna

be happy, and we show those fellas you ain't half so mean

like you look like, huh?

That's the best way to do it, I think, because you got your ear

back there, and we fix that.

Now, that's a pretty horse, and you see what a good horse will

do if people would treat them good.

And always be a good horse and don't fight because, hey, Pancho

love you, see?

That's what I mean, eh?

You be a good horse.

Good boy.

See how simple it is?

Just relax and take it easy.

Come on, Pancho.

Remember, mister, when you lost your temper, that's the

hardest thing to find.

And don't forgot it.

You been asking for this for a long time, Terry.

Yeah?

Well, he had a gun and I didn't.

That's something I'm gonna correct, and pronto.

Hey, se単or.

Hello.

Hey, where are my photographs?

You promised to have 'em ready this morning.

We go to your place, it's all closed up.

We find you here.

Oh, I forgot.

You'll have them as soon as the race is over.

What race?

The horse race, mister.

Between my my best quarter horse and his finest thoroughbred.

Well, they're almost ready to start.

Ranger in front.

Come on, Helen.

Come on, Ranger!

Pour it on, Bill, come on!

The cinch broke.

Stay off the track until she goes by.

Boys, get him over to the doctor, quick.

Is he hurt badly, Dad?

We don't know yet.

We'll soon find out.

I'll take that.

Just a minute.

Oh, so you're the man with the whip, and still mad.

I was only looking at the cinch.

What caused that cinch to break, Terry?

Bill must have tightened it too hard, boss.

Maybe.

And maybe somebody doctored it with a little acid.

Acid?

Yes, nitric acid.

Smell the ends.

You wouldn't know anything about this, would you, Joe?

Are you insinuating that dad did it?

Well, he stood to lose $5,000, didn't he?

Now, look here, you know darned well I'd have called off

that bet.

Now, don't lose your temper, Joe.

You ought to be ashamed of yourself, Frank Wallace.

Joe never did a dishonest thing in his whole life.

Well, there's always a first time.

Why-- Why you-- I'll thank you to get off our

ranch and stay off.

And you can forget about that bet.

Come on, Terry.

So I'm a crook, am I?

Well, I'll show him.

Now, calm down, Joe.

He'll be around again after he thinks things over.

You mark my word.

Good day, Helen.

I suppose you think my dad is guilty.

I didn't say so, miss.

No, but it's written all over your face.

You are wrong, se単orita.

Cisco don't got no writings on top of his face.

Would you mind holding out your hand, sir, palms up?

I don't see why, but if it'll make you happy.

Thanks.

What was that for?

Nitric acid leaves stains that are not easily removed.

Your father didn't tamper with that cinch, miss.

Then perhaps I did.

Take a look at my hands!

They're very beautiful.

Don't you think so, Pancho?

I suppose, if you say so, Cisco.

Good day, miss.

Good day, sir.

Come on, Pancho.

You know, Cisco, this fella Terry, the whip man, he didn't

like the way you was looking at the cinch.

You know why, Pancho?

No, why?

He is the man that burned the cinch with acid.

I noticed stains on his finger.

You know, Cisco, sometimes you and me is pretty smart,

don't you?

Yes, Pancho.

But I am wondering why he tried to sell out the man he's working

for.

Oh, that's simple, like falling on top of the log.

This fella Butler and him is in cahoodles.

Ah, you're wrong, Pancho.

If they were, Butler would have insisted on collecting his bet.

But tell me why.

I don't know, Pancho.

But I think we'll keep an eye on this Terry.

Come on.

Bueno.

Hi, Red.

I need your help.

Couple of strangers got into my hair out by the old deserted

mine.

How 'bout it?

I get it.

(gunshots) Get back, Pancho!

Pancho, keep them covered.

I'm going around the other way.

(gun dry clicks) Do you know him, Pancho?

No, Cisco, I don't recognize him.

He's got a face what I never seen before.

Did you get a good look at the others?

Yes, it was our friend with the whip.

Why they want to bushwhacker us?

You'll find out.

We better take him back to the sheriff, then we'll go and see

Mr. Butler.

Now, we understand each other thoroughly, Jackson?

Certainly.

When Butler gets here, I want you to--

(door opens) Oh, come in, Joe.

You sent for me, Sam.

What's on your mind?

Mr. Jackson, Mr. Butler.

Glad to know you, Mr. Jackson.

The pleasure's mine.

He's been rather anxious to meet you.

He's a horseman like yourself.

Oh, so you're a horseman, too?

Go in any for quarter horses?

No, as a matter of fact, I breed thoroughbreds.

Oh.

I heard about your race, and the difference of opinion

between yourself and Mr. Wallace.

And as a breeder of thoroughbreds, I suppose you

think he's right.

Well, I'm not a betting man, but I'll wager my bankroll the

thoroughbred's the faster.

You've got a bet, mister.

I'll stake my Ranger against the best you've got.

No doubt you would.

But that wouldn't be a fair test.

Why not?

Well, a quarter horse is bred to develop an early burst of

speed while a thoroughbred is bred for staying qualities.

Oh, then you'll admit that over 1/4 of a mile, a quarter

horse will beat a thoroughbred.

Certainly.

But I won't admit that four quarter horses, even with an

early burst of speed, can beat a thoroughbred over a mile.

Rubbish.

You willing to make a bet on a race like that?

Four of your quarter horses against my best thoroughbred?

Anytime.

And you can name the stakes.

Fine.

This afternoon, and for $50,000.

$50,000?

Why, that'd break me.

Well, if you'd lose the race, if that's what you mean.

Take him on, Joe.

Don't let him bluff you.

All right, your call, mister.

Fine.

Well, if it's agreeable to you gentlemen, we'll step over to

the bank, draw up the agreement, and let your banker hold the

stakes.

Well, let's be on our way.

Hey, Mr. Butler!

I'm on the way to your ranch to see you, Mr. Butler.

Well, what's on your mind?

You haven't agreed to run another race, have you?

How did you know about that?

You know, you were right, Cisco.

You told me that he was going-- Say, what's this all about?

Let's get on to your ranch, sir.

There is a lot to talk about.

Here's my boy.

Nash, meet Mr. Butler.

How do you do?

Why Helen, I thought you were going to ride the race.

Oh, no, I changed my mind.

This is my jockey.

Are you ready, Cisco?

All ready.

Now, gentlemen, you all understand the rules.

This is a race between a quarter horse and a thoroughbred.

Now, the quarter horse will ride the first 1/4 of a mile, then

the rider will transfer to the second quarter horse and ride

the next 1/4 of a mile.

At the end of the half, both horses will turn around and

repeat the procedure.

Now, the first horse across the finish line is the winner.

Of course, you understand that the thoroughbred will run the

entire race.

Jockeys, mount up.

Mister, would you mind saying that again?

All right now, gentlemen, bring those horses up to the

starting line.

Steady now.

(gunshot) Go!

Come on, Cisco!

Come on, Cisco!

He passed him!

Hyah! Hyah!

The thoroughbred can't make the turn.

Look at him, he's going past.

Come on, Cisco!

Now he's got him.

He's coming back.

It's all right, dear, he's up again.

Come on, Cisco.

Come on, Ranger!

Come on, Cisco!

Come on, Cisco!

Come on, Cisco!

(laughs) Hey, what's your hurry,

Mr. Carson?

I think maybe the sheriff, he wanna take you picture now.

You know, Cisco, this Carson is just like my Uncle Tito, only

they are different in the same way.

What do you mean, Pancho?

Well, you told me this Carson, he wanted to break this

Butler before Butler marry up with the girl he want to marry.

So what does that got to do with your Uncle Tito?

Well, you see, my Uncle Tito and his friend, they fall in

love with the same se単orita, who's got beautiful long hair,

always with magnolias.

But hey, the friend, he win her.

You mean your Uncle Tito held a grudge against his friend?

No, no, no, he lend the money to the friend to marry up with

her.

Now, wait a minute.

I don't understand what you're talking about.

Well, then my Uncle Tito find out that this beautiful hair

that belonged to this girl didn't belong to her.

She buys it in store.

(laughter) Good-bye, amigos.

See you soon! Ha!