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(cheerful western music)

(cows mooing)

(man yelling)

- Wait a minute.

Hey!

Tex!

Stop this!

I can't, wait, no.

H ' Keep qelifit yo ! u-

Come on and cut out a bunch of them stragglers.

' [Man] Help.

Help!

Tex!

(all whooping)

- Hurry UP-

- [Man] Hey!

Tex!

- Get him?

- Yeah.

Can't you hear him squawking?

- [Man] Hey!

- Well, you fellas better keep to the north pass.

- Where's your boss?

- Ride to the other side of the herd.

You better get going.

(gun banging)

- Sounds like trouble on the other side, boss.

- Yeah, better round up the boys.

- Okay-

' [Man] Hey, Tex!

Hey!

Help!

- What's happened?

- Rustlers.

- Which way? - That way.

- Hurry UP-

(cows mooing)

- Hey, Tex, they're headed for the river.

- Well, they've given us the slip again.

Hey, Joe? - Yeah.

- Better ride back on the rift step and notify the sheriff.

- Alright, Tex.

- Rest of you boys better get back over

on the north range, come on, Peter.

- Well, you know, boys, it's about time

for making this ranch a proposition for old man Turner.

Getting these goats you see it driftin' into the red.

- Yeah, and if this rustling keeps up,

he'll never get that beef contract out on time.

- I can't figure out who these cow thieves can be.

- Yeah or how they keep getting away with it.

- Skeeter, you'd better take that rope for a souvenir.

- Good idea.

- You know, Tex,

I had my eyes peeled all the time.

Kinda looking for trouble.

- Yeah.

They were looking for trouble all right.

- What, do ya see?

You know?

You see,

that's Tootsie Wootsie.

- Tootsie Wootsie.

- Yeah, that's Tootsie Wootsie.

- P.S.,

I'll need $500 to come to you

my love.

- Well, you know, I was figuring on

drawing my money out of the savings bank and,

and sending for it.

- You what?

Why you big, long, lean, lanky, drink of water.

- [Skeeter] Well she wouldn't-

- Ain't we having enough trouble on this ranch

without you bringing some female here to mess it all up?

- But Tootsie Wootsie ain't that kind.

- I'm telling you for the last time,

this is a man's ranch,

and if you want to stay my pal,

you'd better lay off.

(people murmuring)

- Good morning, Mr. Thomas.

- Good morning, Mrs. Wilkins.

- Hey, Sheriff!

- Hello, Joe.

What's the trouble?

- Rustlers again.

They got another bunch of our cattle.

- You don't mean it. - Yeah.

- Having trouble again at the Triple X, Joe?

- That's right, Mr. Thomas.

And what we want to know is

when you're going to do something about it.

- Great Scott.

Ain't we scoured this entire country

til we're green in the face?

- Yeah, we ain't seen hide nor hair of them rustlers.

- I'm gettin' suspicious, I am.

- Suspicious of what, Sheriff?

- Well it's mighty funny

there aren't nobody being molested but the Triple X outfit.

- Aw, take it easy.

- Wait a minute, Joe.

You'd better get going.

I guess the Sheriff knows what he's about, all right.

- Well, all right.

- You mean you think it's an inside job?

- Well, I don't know.

If it it, Tex Mason don't know it.

He's been too much on the level with

that boss of his back east.

- I'm not so sure about that.

So you made it, eh?

- Yeah, about a dozen steers. - Good.

I just got a letter from old man Turner.

He still refuses to sell. - Oh yeah?

- [Mr. Thomas] A few more raids like this one and he

won't have enough beef left to fill his contract

on the first of the month.

- (chuckles) You're right.

And then he'd be ready to sell at your own figure.

- That's what I'm thinking.

Keep me informed and watch your step.

- All right, boss.

- Sorry, Tex.

Ain't you even going to listen to a fella?

- There ain't nothing you can say whatever

bring back the cattle.

But your moaning cost this outfit.

- Yes, but-

- Yeah, but as a ranch foreman, you're a swell Romeo.

- Well...

- Hey, Tex? - What?

- Chicago's been keeping the wire hot for you all day long.

- Who is it, Mr. Turner?

- No, no, he's loyal.

Must be important. - Oh.

(telephone ringing)

Hello?

Hello?

This is Tex Mason about that Chicago call.

Oh, all right.

- Gosh, Tex, I think we're both fired.

- Maybe,

because I had to write him about that last rustling job.

And we lose another bunch today.

- Well I,

you know, I, Tex-

- Hush, all right, old timer.

You know, things like that happen

when some fella's crazy enough to fall for some female.

- Well I...

Say, if that old blister fires us-

(telephone ringing)

- Hello?

Yeah, this is Tex Mason.

Oh, hello, Mr. Smithers.

Yeah.

What?

Gee, I'm sorry.

- Are we fired, Tex?

Whatcha talking about?

Tex, what makes you look so scared?

- Well, thank you.

Thank you very much, Mr. Smithers.

- We're fired, I know it.

You old skin flint, you.

- Wait a minute.

Mr. Turner is

dead. - [Skeeter] What?

- Yeah, he was sick and he suddenly died yesterday.

I guess that's why he didn't get that letter I wrote him.

Gee, he was a swell fella.

- He sure was, Tex.

Now I suppose

they'll let this ranch go to John Thomas

for a bale of hay, huh?

- Nope, you're wrong.

Skeeter,

Mr. Turner left me a half interest in this ranch.

- He did?

Gosh, and I thought we were fired, Tex.

- If it's the last thing I do,

I'm going to make this place pay.

We're going to fill that beef contract or bust.

Anyone that interferes in our business

or lays down on the job is going to

get what's coming to him.

- I'm with you, Tex.

- Of course we're going to have a devil of a time doing it.

- Yeah, we will.

- But I'm going out and buying up steers

to fill that contract,

and I'm starting right now, come on.

- Hey, Tex, who's the other part of this outfit?

- Turner's daughter.

- His daughter, a female?

- What of it?

You'll never see her.

She's too busy doing things those city gals do

even though she's got a ranch.

- Yeah, maybe.

- Come on, come on, let it go.

Who cares?

A dude ranch.

- Yeah?

And you said that we'd never even see her.

- "And transact no further business

until I arrive."

Bunk.

I wonder who she thinks she is.

- Well you know, I guess she's a queen herself.

I seen one of her pictures one time, you know she-

- Shut up.

- Well, Tex, I'll tell you...

Say, with all this rustling going on,

maybe her idea of dude ranch wouldn't be so bad as that.

- Say, listen.

This is a business place, not a playground.

She'll soon find that out.

- Well, I was just thinking that, um-

- What with?

- Well...

Say, ain't you forgetting something?

- What?

- Well, the queen asked you to meet her train.

- Oh, send one of the boys.

Get the rest of those boys over on the east rein,

round those yearlings up.

- Well, all right.

- Hey, what's up, Skeet?

What do you mean, the queen?

- You see, the owner of the ranch died

and left half interest to the daughter,

and she's coming out on the train.

- Say, how bout me meeting her?

- Skeet, I'm the boy to meet the lady.

- Aw, go on, you wouldn't know a lady if you saw one.

- Skeeter, I-

- Wait a minute now.

This ain't no pleasure resort.

This is a place of business.

And me being the foreman, I'll meet the girl.

You guys can go along if you want to,

but you'd better get dolled up a little.

Wait'll I get that shirt of mine on and

I'll show you the lady.

(all chatting excitedly)

(train whistle blowing)

- Well.

Whatever possessed your father to buy property

in a barren place like this?

- Well, Auntie,

they can't very well raise cattle on Michigan Avenue.

- Terrible place.

- I wonder why Mr. Mason isn't here.

- No, but I'm not going to like it here.

Peggy. look.

Why, here comes the cavalry.

- Well, it can't be, Auntie.

Oh, that must be the cowboys.

- Are you Miss Turner, ma'am?

- Yes.

And you're Tex Mason?

- No, I'm Skeeter,

the ranch foreman.

And them is part of your hired help.

- How do you do?

- [All] How do you do, ma'am?

- And this lady, boys, is my Aunt Flossie.

Ms. Doolittle.

(all greeting)

- How do you do, Mr. Skeeter?

I know I'm just going to love it out here.

- Yes, ma'am.

- But where is Mr. Mason?

Why didn't he come?

- Well he couldn't,

he couldn't come.

'Cause, uh,

well, 'cause-

- Because why?

- Well, he fell off of his horse this morning

and broke his arm.

- Oh, what a shame.

- I'm sorry.

Of course he couldn't come.

But how are we going?

- Well, ma'am, the boys figured that you would like this.

Pudge, bring the horse up.

- Here he is, ma'am.

- Oh (laughs) well.

- Beautiful.

But I should have told you I was bringing Auntie with me.

- Gosh, Pudge, we should have brought that buckboard.

- Yeah, that's right.

- But couldn't I ride with you?

- Well, ma'am, you see-

- That's a grand idea, Skeeter.

And I'll slip into the station and

change into my riding togs

and we'll be all set.

Just a minute.

- You know, I've never been on a horse In my llfe.

And I'm just thrilled.

- Yes, ma'am.

- Couldn't you help me up?

- Well, uh...

There you are.

(Flossie grunting)

- Well, I don't seem to be able to do it.

I guess you have to help me.

- Maybe try to put your foot in there.

- Is that what that's for (laughs)?

I wondered what that was for.

You just give me your hand- - Put the other foot.

- Perhaps you're right.

Well, well.

Wait a minute, will you hold me, please?

- Pudge, give me a hand, will you?

- Will you please bring back again?

I'll start all over.

- [Man] Want some more help, Skeet?

- I can't seem...

Well, well.

This always looks so simple when other people did it.

- You'll have to get back here.

I've got to ride up there.

- I guess I'll hold your hand.

Get back here- - Right there.

- Well, most embarrassing.

You just let me hold you, Mr. Skeeter, I feel...

Well.

Please don't let the horse bounce so much.

- [Man] I'll take your bag, miss.

- [Peggy] Thank you.

- [Flossie] He wiggles in the back, doesn't he?

- [Peggy] Thank you.

All ready, Skeeter? - [Skeeter] Yes, ma'am.

- [Peggy] Then we're ready.

- Take that road right there.

- [Man] You know, this is a pretty good escort.

- [Flossie] This horse does wiggle, doesn't he?

- $100 a head.

Can't you let me have at least 50?

- I don't see how I can, Tex.

I'd like to help you out but

I don't see how I can do it.

- 25 of them, then.

I think I can get the rest to fill that beef contract

from the Circle Y outfit.

- I can't do it, Tex, because John Thomas

has got a lien on all my stuff.

You can take it up with him, it's all right with me.

- All right, thanks just the same.

- You're welcome.

- Oh.

Mercy, we won't be seeing Indians will we?

- No, there's no Indians close here.

- Would you be scared

if there were Indians out here, Auntie?

- They're nothing to be scared of.

- I suppose not with you about, Mr. Skeeter.

(laughing)

- Well.

There's a parade.

- Sort of rough, isn't it?

(yelling)

(all exclaiming)

- Hey!

Here, sit right down over here.

Are you all right?

- I guess so.

Thank you.

- Oh, that's all right.

- Oh, Mr. Skeeter,

please get me off this terrible horse.

My niece is...

Baby darling.

Are you killed?

- Auntie, stop it, dear.

- [Flossie] Are you sure you're not dead?

- Of course not.

- Oh those mean horses. - I'm all right.

- If it hadn't been for that Mr. Skeeter,

I might have been killed.

- [Peggy] I'm not even scratched, dear.

Not at all. - [Flossie] No bones broken?

- No.

I'm all right.

- [Flossie] You can stand up?

- What's the meaning of all this nonsense?

- Well you know, boss, I was-

- Why didn't you send Pudge in the buckboard after them?

- Well, I figured on-

- You never did figure beyond that long nose of yours.

She might have been killed.

- So,

you're Tex Mason.

- Yes, ma'am.

- I want to thank you.

You did very well for having a broken arm.

- A broken arm?

No, I haven't got any broken arm.

- Skeeter told me that you couldn't come to meet me

because you had broken your arm.

- Oh you did, did you?

- Well you know, boss- - Go get that horse.

I'd have met you myself, miss,

but I had plenty of important ranch business to attend to.

- Oh.

You did?

- Yes, there's more to do without standing around

on top of this hill.

Come on, you can ride this horse home.

Skeeter, help the lady on that horse.

- [Flossie] But I,

but I don't want to get on this runaway horse.

- No, he won't run anymore today.

You'll be all right.

- Oh, but I'm afraid.

- No, just get right there.

He'll be all right.

(Flossie grunting)

- Skeeter.

You'll walk.

The lady will be more comfortable.

Come on.

- Oh, but Mr. Skeeter, I think I'd feel more comfortable

if you'd just hold my hand.

- Tex Mason,

if you think you're going to boss me,

you're sadly mistaken.

- Yes, ma'am.

- It's a shame you have to walk, Mr. Skeeter.

- Well, you know ma'am,

I rather like to walk.

Sometimes.

- You know, I feel much safer with you close by.

- Yes, ma'am.

- You know,

I think I'd like to spend the rest of my life

right out here.

- Here, Skeet, take that check out to the Circle Y outfit.

- Just a moment, Skeeter.

Let me see the check.

What's it for?

- Oh, 50 head of steers I bought yesterday.

- Aren't you presuming somewhat?

' [TEX] Presuming?

- Yes,

since I wrote you I had other plans for the ranch?

- Were you serious about that crazy dude ranch idea?

- Well I certainly was.

Besides, you should have consulted me

before writing any checks at all.

- Yes, but don't you see, we had to make cattle tipping

before the first of the month.

Besides, with the market flooded the way it is,

we're lucky to have that contract.

And if we don't slow sell it,

then we haven't got any market.

- We won't need any market for anything

since we're going to have a dude ranch.

And we'll have to have the cattle for atmosphere.

- Ugh, atmosphere.

Take that check over there.

- Skeeter,

give me that check.

- You heard me.

- Give me that check.

- If you don't do as I tell you, you're fired.

- He's not fired.

Skeeter, give it to me.

- And don't stop til you get there.

Say.

What do you know about running a ranch like this anyway?

- I scare you.

- Aw, you like to kid going into the red

just to get your own satisfaction like all the rest

of the crazy females in the world-

(gasping)

Well anyway, I told your father I'd make a go of it,

and I'm going to make it go up if it's the last thing-

(door slamming)

- Peggy, whatever's the matter with you?

- Oh nothing.

Just having a little argument, that's all.

- Another argument with Mr. Mason?

- Yes.

- What the matter, boss?

- Ah, that little fool.

- She's, she's pretty sweet, though, ain't she?

- Yeah.

Yeah, just like all the sour pickles down in the cellar.

- But Tex, sir, she ain't gotta no warts.

- Auntie,

I've got his gourd.

- Where?

- Don't be silly, dear.

He's mad.

Thoroughly furious.

I'll have my way yet, you'll see.

- Not if I know anything about men, you won't.

They're different out here in the wide open spaces.

Dear me (laughs).

- Just you wait.

Oh, here comes Mr. Thomas.

We're going for a ride.

- I don't like that man.

I don't like his face.

- Why?

He's one of father's old friends.

I can depend on his advice.

- All right.

But I'll have nothing to do with him.

- Howdy, Miss Turner.

- How do you do, Mr. Thomas?

- Before we go riding,

could I talk over a little business with you?

- Why, surely.

Won't you sit down? - Thank you.

You know I made your father an offer on this ranch,

which he accepted. - Really?

- Of course, things have changed now.

But I think you should encourage Tex to sell.

- Why, I don't think that-

- Oh, the price is good.

And besides, I'm afraid Tex is not capable

of making a go of this place.

- Just what is your proposition?

- I brought the papers along with me.

- Hey, boss.

I hear Miss Peggy say that today is, what do you call,

birthday.

- Oh yeah? - Sure.

- Yes, oh yeah, well, Jake,

as long as that's the case,

you'd better make one of those special

cakes of yours for supper.

- That's just what I did.

- As long as you're in town,

you might pick up a few,

you know, those special candles, too.

- Yeah, that's just what I think as well.

- Yeah.

- Oh, Mr. Mason.

- [Thomas] Hello, Tex.

- Hello.

- Mr. Thomas has just offered us a very good

price for the ranch.

- Is that so? - Yes.

He says it started at father's own proposition,

and I think that it's-

- Funny, I never heard anything about it.

- Probably my father wasn't in the habit

of discussing his business with his employees.

- Oh.

- Tex, now that you have an interest in this ranch,

I think you should look at things sensibly.

- The Triple X is not for sale.

- I'm very sorry, Mr. Thomas.

He must have indigestion or something.

- No, it's not indigestion.

- Why, what do you mean?

- He hasn't told you that this ranch

has been molested by rustlers, has he?

- You mean cattle thieves?

- Exactly.

- No.

- Well, your father knew of it.

I don't want to say too much,

but you can draw your own conclusions.

- But surely you can't mean that Tex would-

- I'm only warning you the same as I would had your father.

He was my friend, you know.

- But there must be some mistake.

Why, I can't believe it.

- Well, we haven't the proofs yet.

And perhaps it isn't Tex himself.

But one thing is certain.

- What?

- It's an inside job.

- Hmm.

- There now, don't you worry your pretty head about it.

Let me do the investigating.

- You're very kind, Mr. Thomas.

But I do hope it isn't true.

- Well let's forget all about it

and go for our ride, shall we?

- Very well.

- Hey, Steve, look.

Come on, let's get out of here.

(all shouting)

- [Skeeter] What's up?

- Rustlers, but I've lost them.

- Huh.

Losing them seems to be a habit with us, ain't it?

- Aw, shut up.

(all chattering)

- Don't let him get you down.

(all chattering)

- Stop!

Stop it, I Say!

- I wonder what she wants?

- Well how do I know?

- Interfering with he business right off the wheel.

(cows mooing)

- Stop, it's horrible, cruel.

Let that poor beast go.

I said let him go.

- [Man] But, Miss, we, uh,

we've got to-

- Wait a minute.

Would you mind concentrating on the fact

that this is a cattle ranch?

- I don't care if it's an elephant farm.

You shan't torture these poor, helpless creatures.

I said let him go.

And if I ever catch one of you abusing anything

on this ranch again,

I'll discharge you.

- All right, boys.

I guess Miss Turner's right.

It is kinda tough on those poor little devils.

Let him go.

Let him go!

- Thanks.

You know, it's nice to see that you're

capable of being reasonable.

- That's nice of you too, ma'am.

- Well I'll be-

- Shut up!

Could I help you to your horse?

- Why certainly.

- [Tex] Take the south trail, Thomas.

Good bye.

(cow mooing)

- Say, you.

You gone plum loco?

- Here.

Take that and beat it to town.

- What?

(laughing)

Hey, what color do you suppose it better be?

- Get some blue and pink.

(laughing)

- [Man] Hey Tex, what is this all about?

- A little idea of my own, don't worry about that.

- [Man] Well tell us about it.

- You know, Auntie,

Jake told me Tex was responsible for that

birthday cake last night.

- Yeah?

- And he was so decent about the branding yesterday.

I think I've been a little unreasonable.

- No doubt, the way your father starved you.

- Do you think he'll understand if I show him I'm

sorry for my silly attitude?

- Well,

I...

(door opening)

- Miss Turner, Tex would like to see you

outside for a minute.

- Why, of course.

- Oh, Mr. Skeeter.

Who do you think I'm making this for?

- Well, I don't know, ma'am.

- For you.

- You see, since the branding is out,

we had to identify our stock.

But I think I've found a way that'll

meet with your approval.

- That's awfully considerate of you, Tex.

What have you done?

- Come on, I'll show you.

- Now relax.

You know, I just love to do things for people that I like.

- Yes, ma'am.

- Ever since I,

when I first came here, I didn't think

I was going to make it.

But the longer I stay, the better I like it.

I have so much maternal instinct.

(all shouting and laughing)

- Hey, look out, boys.

Here they come.

- Give me a match.

- Hello, boys.

- [All] How do you do?

- There you are.

(cowboys laughing)

- Why you,

YOU, you...

(cowboys laughing)

- Shut up!

What're you laughing at?

See what you did?

Get in there and get those ribbons off those steers.

- [Man] Can you imagine him blaming us for his idea?

(all chattering)

Come on let's get it off of them.

(all chattering)

- So much nicer than being on a horse, isn't it?

You know, I really don't care much for horses, I,

I like the indoors.

But of course you, you belong out of doors,

don't you, Skeeter?

- Yes, ma'am.

(Flossie sigljing) (door opening)

- why, Peggy!

(hammering)

(indistinct)

- Look, his horse threw a shoe.

- What of it?

- Wait here.

You get it?

- Sure.

- You follow me to the ranch.

We can get there ahead of him by using the pass.

- Yeah, but you better ride out alone.

- Howdy, Miss Turner.

- How do you do, Mr. Thomas?

(sighing)

- [Mr. Thomas] Warm isn't it?

- Yes, isn't it, though?

Won't you sit down? - Thank you.

- Oh, Miss Turner!

Miss Turner.

Hello, Mr. Thomas. - Howdy, Joe.

- What is it, Joe?

- If you don't mind, miss,

I've got to talk to you alone.

- Excuse me. - That's all right.

What's wrong?

- I was riding herd alone this morning

on the west end of the roundup.

I suddenly sees a couple of rustlers making off

with some of our steers. - [Peggy] Yes?

- One of them looked sort of familiar,

so I trailed him as far as the river.

- Who was it?

- Well, of course, I ain't sure,

but one looked like Tex.

- Tex Mason?

- Well, what did I tell you?

- Joe,

but you're not sure?

- Well, only unless this fits his horse.

- What do you mean?

- Well I lost the trail at the river.

But I picked that up at the same spot.

(horse galloping)

- There he is now.

- Say nothing of this to anyone, Joe.

That's all. - Yes, ma'am.

- And if this shoe fits his horse,

it only remains to find out where he's hiding the cattle.

- Oh, Mr. Thomas.

But I can't believe-

- I am convinced that he stole from your father all along

and is now robbing you.

- Please let me handle this alone.

If it's true, I'd rather just forget it,

and simply end our partnership.

- I think you're quite right.

- Oh, hello, Miss Peggy.

- Well, since that beef contract is so important,

I thought all hands were busy with the roundup.

- Oh yeah, well, the boys are out, you see.

But I slipped away to,

well I had to-

- To lose this?

- Is that mine?

No.

No.

Oh.

Ah, here it is.

Where'd you get this?

- Mr. Mason,

you'll sell out your interest

in this ranch to me immediately.

After that, I hope you'll have the decency

to get out of the presence of respectable people.

- Hey, wait a minute!

Would you mind telling me what you're talking about?

- No need to pretend with me, Tex Mason.

Because that horse shoe was found

on the trail of your rustling.

- Rustling?

- Now, I don't want to prosecute you.

That's why I'm insisting that you sell off to me at once.

Otherwise

I'll have to call in the sheriff.

- Oh, so that's it, huh?

All right.

- What are you going to do?

- I've got a beef shipment to deliver,

and I'm going to deliver it.

In the meantime, you can call in the sheriff

or anyone you like.

But you'll never get the satisfaction of buying me out.

(all chattering)

- [Man] Here comes the boss now.

Now we'll learn something.

- [Thomas] How are you, men?

(all chattering)

- Hey listen, we gotta get them cattle

across the border tonight.

- Yeah, I seen the sheriff snooping around

the other side of the ridge.

- Well I've got another plan now.

At 12 noon, Joe's going to tip off Tex Mason that a

gang of strangers have his cattle corralled up here.

He'll be alone.

And when he rides in here-

- I got ya-

(man shouting)

- Hey Tex, we've got 'em.

- Rustlers, where?

- I was herding some strays out of the hill over there

and I saw the whole bunch of them.

They've got our steers corralled in Dead Man's Gulch.

- Dead Man's Gulch? - Yeah.

- That's great.

There's only one way out of there

and that's through the pass.

You round up the boys and follow me and I'll go ahead.

- All right. - Hurry up.

- He's coming, boss. - Good.

All right, Steve, you've got your orders.

I'll go get the sheriff. - All right, boss.

Come on, boys, get them horses out of the way.

Hey, Bob, you got a .30-30?

- Yeah. - [Steve] All right,

get it out and get the shells for it.

(all chattering)

- [Steve] Stick 'em up!

All right, come on, get down.

So,

the lamb believed our partner Joe, eh?

You walked right into the slaughter.

- J°e?

You mean,

say, what's the idea?

- You'll find out.

Go on, take him up to the cabin.

Why you...

I ought to kill you for that.

Come up, take him up to the cabin.

Bring that horse up there.

- I see he give it to you, Miss Peggy, eh?

You like?

It's pretty nice, huh?

- Tex Mason had this made especially for me?

- Sure, I think you know because you got it.

- When did he get it, Jake?

- Well, you see, this morning he ride into town.

I see him come out of the Hernandez's shop, you know?

He no stop for nothing when he get those.

He's so excited,

he don't notice that his horse throw his shoe in the street.

- What?

- Yeah, and then it's a funny thing.

I see Mr. Thomas is come outta the bunker

and pick up the shoe.

- Oh.

- I suppose Mr. Thomas is going to give the shoe to Tex

when he see him.

- Oh, Jake.

I've been an awful fool.

- [Jake] Yes, ma'am.

- I'll find Tex over on the north range, won't I?

- Yes, ma'am, he gets ready now for

the big drive to the railroad station tomorrow.

(speaking foreign language)

(all chattering)

- [Steve] Now, Mr. Mason,

in a little while, the Sheriff will be here

to catch you with the goods.

In the meantime, I'm taking no chances on your outfit

keeping the terms of that beef contract.

Take him in the house and tie him up.

Go on, take him in.

(all chattering)

- All right, come on.

That's that.

- Fine.

Now listen boys, go on back to Triple X,

and when you get there, stampede that herd of his

so far and wide they'll never be able

to make that shipment.

Joe will meet you at the ranch.

Get goi"9-

- [Man] Right, on our way.

- With you in jail for rustling,

and with Triple X stuck with its beef,

I reckon that city girl will have to sell out to

Thomas at his own price.

- Go on, you rat.

- What's the matter, Thomas?

- Sheriff, we caught Tex Mason with the goods.

- Tex? - Yes, Steve Cook and I

tracked him herding a bunch of

Triple X cattle into his hideout.

Steve's holding him there now.

- Fred, get the boys.

Go on, get your horses.

Wait a minute til I get my coat.

(door thumping)

(gun banging)

- Skeeter!

Where's Tex?

- Why, he's on the other side of the ranch somewhere, miss.

- I've got to see him right away.

- Well, you wait here and I'll round him up for you.

- Thanks.

- [Steve] He got away, Sheriff.

- [Sheriff] He did?

Which way did he go?

- [Steve] That way, I think he went to his ranch.

- Come on, Sheriff, we can get him.

(cows mooing)

- Everything is all set, boys.

The coast is clear, come on, let's go.

(guns banging) (all shouting)

(guns banging) (all shouting)

- Whoa, whoa.

' [Skeeter] Hey, Tex!

- Yeah, say, who started that stampede?

- I don't know, I just noticed it myself.

(guns banging) (all shouting)

- Miss Peggy's right over there.

- She is? - Yeah.

(guns banging)

(cows mooing)

- Gee, that was close, wasn't it?

Just a minute.

(grunting)

Come on, you dirty double crosser.

You've been stealing my cattle right along, haven't you?

Come on- - Yeah, yeah.

- Yeah, who's with you on it?

- Thomas.

- Thomas?

- Thomas.

He paid me to do it- - So that's the one, huh?

Who else is with you?

- No one, just Thomas.

He paid me to do it, Tex.

- [Thomas] There he is, Sheriff!

- [Sheriff] So I see.

- Now wait a minute.

Listen, Joe,

tell the sheriff what you told me awhile ago.

Go on, tell him.

- Thomas is the head of the rustlers.

He made me do it.

- [Peggy] Yes, Sheriff, he-

- Get him, boys!

Hold on, hold on.

- Wait a minute there, Thomas.

You ain't goin' nowhere.

- [Sheriff] Come on, get a'walkin', Joe.

(laughing)

Come on.

Come along.

Get going, you.

- Well, that's that.

Now, P9993/,

we'll wind up that beef contract and then-

- And then?

- And then-

- And then what?

Are you going to let me finish this or not?

There.

I want you to read it.

- Oh, yeah.

- [Peggy] You know, being a lawyer, he's used to shock.

But I bet this'll surprise him.

- Yeah, especially when he wanted to bet

you'd only be out here for a week.

(laughing)

Now you give me this and I'll send Skeeter

into town with it right away.

- All right.

- Uh oh.

- [Peggy] What is it?

- You sure can cook, ma'am.

(laughing)

- Flatterer.

Just because you said that, now I'm going to make you

finish this whole pie.

There you are.

Now,

EXCUSE me.

Now when I get you a cup of coffee, I'll...

I'll be right back.

- Yes, ma'am.

- Gee, looks kinda like we're

going to have a double wedding, doesn't it?

- Mm-hmm.