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Oh, so it's you, Garfield.

- Ace, I found it, I found it.

- Well, settle down, found what?

Oil, barrels of it, millions of barrels of it.

Well, that's what you've been looking for, isn't it?

- Yes, but I didn't expect to find it

oozing out of the ground.

- Where is all this oil?

You know the caves out on Ben Taylor's ranch?

- I know about where they are.

- Well, they're afloat with it.

- How would oil get out there?

Hey.

We had an earthquake out there about a year ago.

- Do you suppose- - That's just what happened.

The quake created new pressures on the pool.

That's why the Metropolitan Oil Company has oil scouts

like me covering the San Pablo fall from Canada to Mexico

and the quake was along that fault.

Part of Ben Taylor's ranch lies right on it.

- Oil.

That's gonna be a big thing in this country.

It's gonna be one of the biggest things

in this country.

We're gonna be big with it.

- I don't get that.

- Look, Ace, I'll go back to the company

and tell 'em I found some signs of oil.

I'll get another six months to continue the survey.

- And what then?

Then I'll tell 'em about the oil in Taylor's caves.

- You left something out, didn't you?

You bet I did, you're part of the deal.

- All right, let's have it.

- Now here's Taylor's ranch.

This is a Duchess ranch.

- That's a Ryder outfit.

The oil pool probably lies under this whole area.

- As big as all that?

And we've got to control every acre of it

we can get our hands on, Adams ranch and all the others.

- Then we'll sell the land to the company.

- Now, we sell nothing.

We let the company drill the wells on a royalty basis.

- Man, there's millions of it.

- Well, sure there is.

But fellows like Taylor won't wanna sell out.

What are those gun fighters out there for?

- You mean shoot 'em off their land?

- Sure, shoot 'em off, burn 'em off.

Make life so miserable for them,

they'll sell out to you for bottle caps.

- When are you gonna leave for the East?

- Tonight, I'll be back in two weeks.

When you get back, we'll be in the oil business.

- And in a big way.

I'm gonna pack, I'll see you later.

- On the way out, tell the boys

I'd like to see 'em, will you?

- Sure.

Red, I've never seen such goings on in my life.

Folks getting killed,

families being burned off of their ranches.

Cattle being run off.

- If we don't get this fence mended,

our cattle will stray off.

Get your face out of that newspaper, Happy Jack,

and give me a hand.

- Red Ryder right.

We got work to do.

Shucks, the only time I get a chance to read

what's going on in the world is when I sneak a newspaper

out into the open.

Look at there, Red.

You dare see what aunt does to 'em, look at that.

How to bake a cake.

How to stay thin when eating cake.

How to make doodads outta wallpaper.

- That's all for you, Happy Jack.

The Duchess thinks you're quite a boy.

Boy, huh! I was a boy long before the Civil War, Red.

Say, you know she scares me.

- Well, don't let it get you.

Put that paper down and come over here and help.

- Yeah.

- Pull him tight then Red Ryder nail 'em.

- Don't you go tell me what to do now.

Here.

- Whoa, there goes my newspaper.

What, with a woman with a pair of scissors

and an Injun with a knife,

I ain't ever going to get the news read.

- We'll ride over to Ben Taylor's place.

Maybe some fence down there.

- Yeah, maybe.

Say, how come Ben ain't been troubled

with them raiders so far?

- His daughter told me he has been warned.

- Oh, the skunks.

Oh, don't worry, Ben will catch up with him.

- I sure hope so.

There, that'll hold.

Well, let's right over there.

- I am going to ride into town, Dad.

Ann, I don't like the idea of you riding around alone

with all them raiders on the loose.

- I'll keep my eyes open.

- You better take a gun.

- What makes you think they'll bother me?

- You can't tell what they'll do.

Dad, you're worried about those raiders, aren't you?

- Sure, I am.

So is every rancher in the valley.

Would you like to sell the ranch and move into town?

- What are you talking about?

You don't know your dad very well

if you're think he'd be scared off his own land.

- That sounds more like you, Dad.

Dad, the raiders.

- Get inside.

There must be a raid at the Taylor Ranch.

- Dad.

Dad!

Oh, Red.

- I know.

You need the Duchess right now.

Happy Jack and I will take care of everything here.

- Thanks, Red.

Little Beaver, you take Ann to the Duchess.

- You safe with Little Beaver. Miss Ann.

Sometimes I gets mad at that little Injun kid,

I could fan his britches for him.

Then there's other times I just love the little fellow.

- Yes, I know how you feel, Happy Jack.

Come on, we've got a lot of work to do here

and we'll ride to town to make arrangements

for the funeral.

- There.

Happy Jack, you are the only ranch foreman I know

who gets his socks darned by the owner.

I've been letting my toes leak out for years, ma'am,

and liked it.

What you need is a woman's care, Happy Jack.

Well I, oh, don't now, Red, nothing like that.

No, please.

I'm happy just like I am.

- Maybe Happy Jack happy inside,

but outside sour like green apple.

- Now there, there you see.

There he goes talking about my face again.

- I think it's a nice face.

- Well, I wouldn't know about that, ma'am.

I never have to look at it.

That is, except when I shave.

Red, what are we going to do about these killings?

Ben was a mighty good friend of ours.

- Don't let Ann hear you.

- She's asleep in the spare room.

Little Beaver, better run along the bed now.

- Yes, Aunt Duchess.

Goodnight. - Goodnight.

Red, those rustlers have got to be stopped.

- They're not rustlers, Duchess.

- Not rustlers?

Well, that's what I call killers

that run off other folks' cattle.

- They're not running them off.

Smart rustlers don't kill cattle.

These raiders have been shooting them down,

driving them over cliffs and drowning them.

- Well what do you make of it?

- Somebody wants the land.

- Well, it's nothing but range land.

Oh, shucks, some of it ain't even worth as much

as a dollar an acre.

- I don't know why they want it,

but I'm convinced that's the reason for all these raids.

- I'm not so sure about that.

I still think it's a bunch of rustlers

and probably backed by Ace Hanlon.

- Ace is in it, all right.

He bought out Roberts, Judson and Adams

after the raids on their places.

- How do you know that?

- I checked.

- Red ain't been losing no time.

Red hasn't been losing no time, Happy Jack.

All right, whatever you say Red hasn't been doing,

he ain't been doing.

Now Ace will probably make an offer on the Taylor Ranch.

- If Ann sells to him, I'll spank her.

- You tell Ann not to sell at any price

and you keep your eyes on her because I have an idea

there may be trouble around here.

You mean those manger raiders might strike at our ranch?

- They might.

Oh, not if they know you live here, they won't.

I'm going to try and block anything like that.

- How?

By having a showdown with Mr. Ace Hanlon.

- Oh, Red.

- If we had a sheriff here in Maverick,

I'd let him handle it.

But since we haven't, somebody's got to uphold the law.

- Hey, what are we stopping here for, Red?

I thought you was headed for Ace Hanlon's.

- In a minute.

Little Beaver, you stay here with the horses.

- But, Red, me wanna go too-

- Now, you do what Red tells ya,

or I'm gonna fan your britches for you.

- You do and me tell Duchess.

- I guess that'll hold you, Happy Jack.

- What'll it be?

- I wanna see Ace Hanlon.

- He's busy.

- Let him tell me that, Nick.

Come in.

- Who is the stranger?

- Ace Hanlon's, I guess.

I've seen him ride around the country a few times.

I've got a business deal on, Ryder, what do you want?

- Still buying ranches, Ace?

- What's that to you?

- Don't ask questions, Hanlon, answer 'em.

- I'll handle this, Happy Jack.

- There isn't anything to handle.

I buy what I want.

- And you only want the ranches

people to have been gun smoked into selling.

- Lay it on the line, Ryder.

What are you driving at?

Roberts, Judson and Adams were shot off of their ranches.

You bought them.

Sure I did.

And you were just sore because you and your aunt

got beat out of a couple of good buys.

- And now Ben Taylor's been shot down.

So I hear.

- I think you had him shot, Ace.

Why did you have Taylor killed?

- It's easy to accuse a man of murder

when you're pointing a gun at him.

If you didn't have that six shooter,

I'd beat you to a pulp for that crack.

- I'm a peaceable man, Ace,

but I'm going to accommodate you.

See that the rest of the boys stay out of this, Happy Jack.

You've got the whole wide world of work in, Red.

Come on, get over there, hurry up.

Come on, knock his ears down, Red.

Hey, by golly, that was the prettiest

knuckle and elbow dance ever seen in my life, Red, here.

And I guess that'll teach you a lesson, my friend.

- Let's go.

- Okay.

- Get him in the office.

Say, doggonit, Red, you never give me a chance

to do any nose knocking anymore.

Why, shucks, I'm forgetting how to fight.

You're getting too old and brittle, Happy Jack.

I'm afraid pieces of he'll break off.

Huh, even Duchess could whip him a Happy Jack.

Now Happy Jack is gonna whip him Little Beaver

unless Little Beaver keep him quiet.

Well, why didn't some of you boys step in?

Well, I tried to but somebody floored me.

Well the next time Red Ryder hits town,

I want you to put a bullet in him.

Well, that ain't smart, Ace, letting me do it.

- What's the matter, you afraid of him?

- Now you know better than that,

but everybody in town knows you hate Red,

and if one of your men guns him,

it's gonna cause you trouble.

- Yeah, I guess you're right.

I got it.

- Here's a letter from Johnny Bennett.

- Who's Johnny Bennett?

- They call him a San Antonio Kid.

He used to deal faro for me.

He's broke and wants to borrow $1,000.

- What's that got to do with Red Ryder?

He'll earn this $1,000 by rubbing Ryder out.

- I didn't know the Kid was a killer.

- He never had to be.

He's the fastest man with a six shooter I ever saw.

- Maybe he won't go for it.

- He'll go for anything when he is broke.

And if we have to, we'll jump the ante.

Long, there's his address.

Wire him 500 and tell him to come running.

- No cattle around here, Red.

This country's as clean as a whistle.

- Looks like it.

- Little Beaver see no cattle.

Suppose there could be any strays in those caves?

Well, as long as we're here, let's take a look, huh?

- That's a good idea.

Smells funny in here.

Yeah, it sure does.

- Maybe new kind of skunk.

Well, I'll take the old kind, I'm used to 'em.

- Happy Jack, it's Oil.

It's what?

Oil, crude oil, petroleum.

- What you doing in here?

Why, I always thought that oil comes in barrels.

- Must be seepage from an oil pool.

It looks like there's plenty of it too.

That peculiar odor you smell is gas.

You always find it where there's oil.

Say Red, can you grease a gun with that stuff?

Well, not the way it is, it has to be refined first.

- Oh, oh, well.

- What good's stinkin' gas?

Can be mighty valuable, properly controlled,

and can be very dangerous too.

So that's what's behind all this.

- That's what's behind all what, Red?

The oil. That's why Hanlon wants all the land around here.

- Looks like you're right, Red.

It didn't make sense when you said so the other night.

Gosh, it sure done an awful lot of killing

to get it, ain't they?

Little Beaver no killing nobody for stinkin' gas.

- Now you watch your clapper, sprout.

See, this makes Ann Taylor a rich gal, don't it?

- Yes sir, mighty rich.

Now don't you say a word about this to anyone.

Anyone, understand?

Not even the Duchess or Ann.

- Oh, why not?

- Because I'm working out a plan.

I want you to follow my lead, both of you.

- Oh, sure, anything you say, Red, sure.

- Me keep quiet too.

Little Beaver, get the canteen off my saddle.

You bet ya.

- What do you want that for, Red?

I wanna take a sample of this crude oil back to the ranch.

- Hey, there she goes.

Now, there she goes cutting up the paper again.

By golly, we could have declared war on the whole world,

but I'd never know it, not by that paper.

Oh now, Happy Jack, you'll be glad enough

to eat this blueberry pie when I bake it.

- Ah, blueberry pie.

- I've set the bread dough, Duchess.

- Oh thanks, Ann.

I was up to the cave country on your ranch today, Ann.

You been out there lately?

- Not for two or three years.

Those caves are full of rattlesnakes.

Dad didn't like to have me go out there.

- What do you plan to do with the ranch?

- I don't know, sell it, I guess.

- I'll give you $5,000 for it

if the Duchess will loan me the money.

- $5,000?

But it isn't worth that much, Red.

- I think it is.

- What do you want a ranch for?

You never stay in one place long enough to run one.

- Well, maybe I'm ready to settle down.

Will you loan me the money?

- I suppose so, if Ann wants to sell.

- What do you say, Ann?

- I'd be a fool not to at that price.

There used to be some old deeds around here.

If you've still got one,

we might as well close this deal right now.

- Seems to be you are in a powerful hurry.

Well, after all, it's for Ann's protection.

- How so?

Well, as long as these raiders are still around here,

Ann may be the target for another attack.

But if she doesn't own anything,

then they won't be gunning for her.

- That makes sense, Ann.

- And anytime you want the ranch back,

you can have it for the same price.

Oh, I won't wanna buy it back, don't worry.

Thanks a lot, Red.

Where are those deeds?

- They're over there in the desk.

- Read that.

- "Your latest report indicates

there's no substantial oil deposit in Painted Valley.

If you cannot provide us with more favorable information

within 60 days from the date of this letter,

the appropriation for your survey will be canceled.

Yous very truly, Metropolitan Oil Company.

By TL Stearns, Chief Exploration Department."

What's wrong with that? We got nearly 60 days.

- What's wrong with it?

Make where our set up.

The whole oil field centers in the Taylor Ranch.

If you make a move to buy it now,

Red Ryder will jump you and the company's bound-

- Oh, don't be a fool, Garfield.

The San Antonio Kid will take care of Ryder.

Yeah, we hope he will, but he isn't here yet

and the Taylor place is-

You'll buy the Taylor place at a fair price.

That'll check any suspicion.

- Suppose Ms. Taylor refuses to sell.

You'll offer her enough so she can't refuse

and do it tomorrow.

All right.

- H-A-P-P-Y,

Happy.

J-A-C-K,

Happy Jack.

- Aah!

That'll be the last arrow out of his quiver.

Oh, you, I'm gonna break every one of those arrows

in 1,000 pieces, you.

I'll get you if I have to run to tomorrow to get ya.

Oh.

- Happy Jack not happy now.

- I'll skin you alive, I'll skin you.

I'll start an Indian war, huh?

'Cause your ranch is precisely the type of place

I'm looking for, I'm prepared to offer you $10,000 for it.

- $10,000?

If you knew anything about land values around here,

you'd know that's more than the place is worth.

- Well it's worth it to me.

My doctors ordered a change of climate

and Painted Valley's my choice.

What's your answer, Ms. Taylor?

- I'll take it. - Good.

Now, if you'll just sign this deed.

- She can't sign it.

- Why not?

- It doesn't belong to her.

My nephew, Red Ryder, owns it.

- Red Ryder owns it?

That's right.

But he said he'd sell it back to me if I wanted it.

$10,000 is such a lot of money.

- And it'll be in cash.

- Red usually keeps his word, Ann.

Why don't you talk to Red now?

He's just riding into the yard.

- Hello, Ann. - Hello, Red.

- Hello, Duchess. - Red, this is Mr. Garfield.

- What's he doing here?

- He wants to buy Ann's ranch.

- He'll pay me $10,000 for it.

- I'm sorry, Ann, the ranch isn't sale.

But, Red, you promised you'd sell it back to me

if I ever wanted it.

- I've changed my mind.

- But you are not making much sense, Red.

$10,000 is a lot of money for that ranch.

Duchess, I said the ranch isn't for sale.

- Apparently some people don't hesitate

at swindling their friends.

How much do you want for it?

- Now get this, Garfield.

The Taylor ranch isn't for sale and you get off this one.

You'll hear more from us, Ryder.

- I've got good ears, now get out.

Why did you treat Mr. Garfield like that?

Because I don't want him on the place, Ann.

I don't like it, Red, Ann can use that money

and Mr. Garfield still may wanna buy.

- I suppose you'll sell the ranch

and take the $5,000 profit.

- Come here, Little Beaver.

Remember that canteen I brought back from the cave?

- Canteen full of stinkin' gas.

That's right, well, it's hanging in the saddle room.

You go get it and bring it right back here to me.

- You bet ya.

- I never thought I'd see the day

that Red Ryder would try to cheat a girl.

- Whoa, now hold on there, Duchess.

- Ann can't have the ranch to sell

because it's worth far more than any of us ever dreamed of.

- Red, what are you driving at?

- Now I'm really confused.

- Well, Red, he knows what he's doing.

Here comes stinkin' gas.

- Thanks, Little Beaver.

See that, Ann?

That's crude oil from your ranch.

- Crude oil, on my ranch?

- Those caves you haven't seen lately

are practically flooded with it.

- That's why you didn't want Ann to sell.

- I didn't even want her to know about it

until Hanlon made his next move.

- Hanlon?

- Our friend, Ace.

He made his move through Garfield.

- I'm sorry, Red.

I acted like a little fool.

- That's all right, forget it.

- But who is this Garfield?

- I don't know yet.

But he is a pal of Ace Hanlon's isn't he?

- Yes, I'd call him that.

- Oh, if I'd known that, I'd-

- Ah, this is a fine time to talk.

Well, you've been sighting with Garfield all along

and now you're trying to accuse Red of cheatin' Ann.

Oh, you ought to be ashamed of yourself.

Why, doggonit, if I was you, I'd-

- I tell you what I'll do.

I'll grease that funeral face of yours so you can smile

instead of calamity howling all the time.

- Oh no, no. - I've cooked the food,

I've darned your socks,

I've made special fiddles for you,

and what do I get out of it?

All I've ever gotten out of you is a dismal wail

and sour milk.

Now come and get your oil.

Come here, you.

Now get this. - No, not that.

- Little Beaver right.

Duchess whip him, Happy Jack.

Well, jughead, which way do you figure Maverick

is from here?

Hey!

Hey!

You up there!

- Take it easy cowboy, we'll get you.

Back, Thunder, back.

- Whoa.

- You all right?

- Sure.

Anytime you're down in my country, I'll do the same for you.

- Well, I'll remember that.

How did you get down there?

- Well, I wasn't picking wildflowers.

An eagle broke cover and scared my horse, he piled me.

- The best of us get thrown.

- I guess all my bones are in one piece.

Here we go.

Now look at him.

Gets scared by a bird, throws me four miles in the air

and now he stands there as though nothing happened.

Hey, my name is Johnny Bennett.

- Red Ryder is mine, glad to know ya.

- Glad isn't the word for it, brother.

Say, my aunt has a ranch just over the hill here.

Suppose we ride over there.

Maybe we can do something about this torn coat.

- Well thanks, I'll be glad to.

So, your Red Ryder's pal, eh?

- You bet you.

Red Ryder teach him Little Beaver all Little Beaver know.

Red Ryder best cowboy in whole world.

I'll put in with you there, Little Beaver.

Why you wearing six pistol tied the leg, Mr. Johnny?

Sometimes I have to get to it real quick like this.

- You fast, but Red Ryder faster.

You sure do think a lot of Red, don't you?

- You bet you.

Red Ryder saved Little Beaver's life.

Little beaver never forget.

I'd give a lot if somebody felt that way about me.

- Red's looking for you, Little Beaver.

- Me go now.

Won't you have another sandwich, Mr. Bennett?

- No thanks, ma'am.

You know, it's worth being thrown over a cliff

just to meet folks like you.

But Red said you could have been badly hurt.

I could have been killed and that's bad enough for me.

That jacket's seen its best days, Mr. Bennett.

Red's digging you up another.

- Thanks, ma'am.

Say, couldn't you shorten that Mr. Bennett down to Johnny?

I guess we'll have to if Red has his way.

He wants to keep you on the ranch.

You are a cowboy, aren't you?

I've punched enough cattle to be called one, ma'am.

Well then you've got a job, if you want it.

- I'd like nothing better than to work

for an outfit like this,

but you see, I can make more dealing faro.

- Oh, a gambler.

I'm not above punching cows again, ma'am,

but there is something else.

- Are you dodging the law, Johnny?

- No, ma'am.

I borrowed some money from a man

and I promise I'd do a job for him.

- Oh, you don't wanna tie yourself down

until you've kept that promise.

- That's it. - Good boy, stick to it.

- This oughta do, Johnny.

- Well, thanks.

- Hey, golly, I'm glad it fits.

Did you put him on the payroll?

- Johnny has a job to do.

When he gets that done, we may see him again.

- Good.

- Oh, you'll be seeing me.

Right now I better be getting into Maverick.

Well, thanks for everything, ma'am.

- Call me Duchess, everyone else does.

- Well, Ms. Taylor, thanks.

I'll walk out to your horse with you, Johnny.

- Ryder, what you got here is mighty fine.

I haven't had anything like it since I was a kid.

- Your folks?

- Haven't any.

Johnny, there's a job here for ya anytime.

- Thanks, for a lot of things.

So long, Red.

- So long, Johnny.

- What do you have?

- Where can I find Ace Hanlon?

My name is Johnny Bennett.

- In that office.

- Thanks.

- How many times I have to tell you

to quit worrying about Red Ryder?

I've always got an ace in the hole.

Come in.

I told you I had an ace in the hole and here he is.

Kid, how are ya?

- Fine, Ace, just fine.

Walter, this is Johnny Bennett, the San Antonio Kid.

Shake hands with Mr. Garfield.

- Howdy, Mr. Garfield.

- How are ya, Kid?

- Well, I see you got my telegram.

- Sure, thanks for the 500.

- I bet you haven't got much of it left.

- Not much.

I tried to out-guess a dice game in El Paso

on the way over.

- I told you there's only one like him.

Kid, I got a job for you.

- Dealing faro?

- Well, no, not exactly.

Oh by the way, you asked for 1,000.

Here's the other 500.

- Thanks, Ace.

- There's more where that come from.

Kid, I want a man rubbed out.

- That's a little outta my line, Ace.

- Look, Walt and I have got a big deal,

the biggest you ever heard of.

There's only one man that's standing in our way

and you knock him off and we'll cut you in.

Sure we will, and that 1,000's only a bonus.

- Who is this man?

- His name is Red Ryder.

- Red Ryder?

What is he, gun fighter?

- Nah, just a cow puncher.

With your speed, it'll be-

- Just murder.

That's what I don't like about it.

Deal me out, Ace.

Look kid, we said we'd cut you in on the deal.

- I never thought the San Antonio Kid

would turn down big money.

Well, I'll just have to get another man.

- Red Ryder goes anyway, is that it?

- When I call a showdown I mean it.

- I know it, Ace, you always did.

I'll go up against this Red Ryder.

Tell me more about it.

- Now you're talking.

- That's great kid, sit down.

- Now quit it.

Now quit it, will ya?

Go empty that thing someplace else.

Don't you see I've got enough dirt in here already?

Stop it.

Oh, say, Duchess, Red's down to the trail

working some horses.

I better go down and help him, huh?

Now, Happy Jack, you know Red's perfectly capable

of working those horses himself.

There's a pretty flower as a reward.

- Oh I-

Little Beaver, there's nothing to laugh at.

Now you clean up that flower box.

- Now stop it.

Stop that or I'll ring your neck for ya.

Happy Jack, you must never speak that way to a child.

- Jack.

He couldn't cause any more trouble if he was Sittin' Bull.

- Happy Jack, you come back here.

- Hello, Duchess. - Hello.

- Hello, Johnny.

- Nice to see you.

Did you finish your job?

- Not yet.

I brought back Red's jumper.

- Don't hurry about that.

Tell Red Johnny Bennett's here.

You bet you.

- I think I'll take this in the house.

You tell him the job's still open.

- I wish you would take the job, Johnny.

I think you'd like it here.

- I'd like nothing better but,

well, I'll talk to Red about it.

- You'll talk to Red about what, Johnny?

How are ya, kid?

- Kid?

- I think I'll go help the Duchess.

- So you know I'm the San Antonio Kid.

What else do we know?

I might just as well have called you Johnny or lad.

I never heard of the San Antonio Kid.

- I suppose you haven't heard Ace Hanlon's

paid me $1,000 to rub you out.

- No, I haven't heard that either.

Why aren't you earning your money?

- I aim to.

- Come here, Johnny, I wanna talk to you.

Red.

- Yes, Johnny, what is it?

- You turned your back on me then.

- Sure, I did.

- And after what I told you about Hanlon?

Look Johnny, you're a gambler and you know

there's only one way to play a hand that's been dealt,

the way you see it.

I saw it that way.

- Boy, you sure got what it takes.

- Come on in the house.

- Raise 50.

Hello, Kid.

Hi, Ace.

You men must heat fresh air.

Have a seat, Garfield?

- Thanks, Ace.

- Garfield was all set to turn in.

- I certainly was.

Kid told me there was gonna be plenty of money in this game.

Better give me a couple hundred dollars worth, Ace.

- Give me a couple hundred, Ace.

Garfield's in the step poker game.

We've got plenty of time.

Yeah, we saw him and the Kid leave the hotel.

His room upstairs in the corner, Red.

Yeah, that's right, all right.

- Keep me covered. - Yeah.

"Deed, Frank Ace Hanlon to Walter Garfield.

One half interest in the Roberts Ranch.

Deed, Hanlon to Garfield.

Judson Ranch, one half interest.

Frank Ace Hanlon to Garfield.

Adams Ranch, one half interest.

Latest reports indicate

there is no substantial oil deposit in Painted Valley.

If you cannot provide us with more favorable information

within 60 days from date of this letter,

the appropriation for your survey will be canceled.

Very truly yours, Metropolitan Oil Company by TL Stearns,

Chief Exploration Department."

Red Ryder's taking too long.

Little Beaver worry.

Well, I ain't feeling

too good about it myself, sprout.

Gosh, I wish he'd get done up there.

Hey, maybe I'd better-

That's him!

I know him when I see him, don't I?

I got all the proof I need.

Garfield is an oil man and Ace has deeded him

a half interest in the Roberts, Judson,

and Adams ranches.

Now we can have the showdown.

When, Red?

We'll start right now.

Gosh, I suppose this means

more killings, huh?

Not if Ace and Garfield are smart.

Little Beaver, got that bow of yours ready.

You've got some shooting to do.

Me shoot straight, Red Ryder.

- 1560, 1570, 1580.

That's not a bad night's work, Kid.

- I'll say it isn't.

Did he clean me.

- Yeah, me too.

- Here's your 1,000, Ace.

- Well, that's yours, Kid, you'll earn it.

- You said something about cutting me in.

We'll talk price after I do the job.

"You and Garfield have until noon tomorrow

to square your counts in the oil swindle.

I'll be in your office at 12 o'clock, Red Ryder."

So Red Ryder wants a showdown, does he?

You know what that means, Kid.

I ought by this time, but what about my cut?

We'll talk about that after you get Red Ryder.

- I guess that will be all right,

but make sure it's not just talk.

When I make a deal, I see it through, how about you?

Don't worry, I'll play this handout the way I see it.

- I didn't like that.

Well, the Kid's always been on the level with me.

But if he isn't this time, I've got an ace in the hole.

Now you boys listen to me.

- Get ready, boys.

Here comes Red Ryder and Happy Jack.

You stay here with us, Ed.

- Happy Jack and I have to go in the store

for a little while.

Now you take the horses around the corner

and this time keeps undercover.

- Me hear you, Red Ryder.

Happy Jack, for once, I want you to do as you're told.

We'll go in the store for a little while and I want you

to go out the back way and work around

to the alley entrance to Hanlon's.

- Well, all right, I heard you, Red.

- Where do you wanna take him, Kid?

I'll take him from here when he comes out.

- Well, you'll never get a better chance.

There he is now and he's all alone.

- Hold it there, Ryder.

The street's about to get you, Red.

Where's Happy Jack?

- What's all the claver about?

- Why, that double-crossing rat,

he's giving Ryder a break.

Hit bad, Johnny?

- Not bad.

Make it a cleanup, Red.

Get Ace and Garfield.

- What are they?

They're out checking Taylor's property tonight.

- Get him to a doctor.

- Come on, now, take it easy, Johnny.

- Plenty of oil here, all right.

The whole shaft's full of it.

It's probably one of the biggest pools discovered so far.

I'm gonna report finding it today.

- Good.

We'll find a way to get ahold of the Taylor place

after the Kid takes care of Ryder.

- Yeah, if he does.

If he don't, my boys will get him and Ryder too.

- It didn't work out that way, Ace.

With the evidence we found in Garfield's room

and Lon's confession,

painted Valley's troubles are just about over.

Then the people who sold out to Ace won't lose everything.

Lose everything? They've gained everything.

Those deeds were obtained by fraud

and all those ranches are in the oil pool.

Coincidentally, Ann, you're going to be

a very wealthy young woman.

Johnny, you better learn something about oil

as well as cattle, and forget cards.

The San Antonio Kid was shot down in Maverick.

The cards were buried with him.

- Thanks, Red.

- You ready to ride, Little Beaver?

- You bet ya. - Well, let's go.

- Will you be gone long, Red?

- Oh, not too long, Duchess.

Let's call it a kind of a vacation.

- Oh say, I'll just write down the road

a piece with you, Red.

- Huh. Down the road a piece?

The last time you started off with him,

you were gone three months.

- Let's get outta here quick, come on.

- Take good care of my girls, Johnny.

- Leave it to me, Red.

- No more Duchess.

Whoopee! Huh?

- Little Red, Happy Jack got new face.

No more sourpuss.

- Go on, well...

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