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[MUSIC PLAYING]

-(SINGING) Sing
around the cowboys!

Welcome back to the home corral.

King of the cowboys, welcome
back to the home corral.

Whoopie-ti-ay-yippee-o-ki-ay
press along to the home corral.

Swinging in the saddle
and a-heading my way,

he's a bronco busting pal.

King of the cowboys--

-Gosh, Laramie, I'm
late for rehearsal.

-Sing your darnedest, honey.

CHORUS: (SINGING)
King of the cowboys,

welcome back to the home corral.

-Hello, Penny.

You're just in
time for your solo.

-Baa!

-Don't you baa me,
you-- you cows!

-Hey, what in thunder
is going on here?

-We don't want her
taking part in our show.

Why-- why, she's a sheeper!

-Sure I am, and I'm proud of it!

-Now, this promptly
has got to stop.

I'm not going to have
Roy's homecoming spoiled!

-Sheriff, this
affair is sponsored

by the Cattleman's Association.

I don't think we should permit
any member of the Winters

family, or any other
sheeper to take part

in it, under the circumstances.

-Under what
circumstances, Mr. Marsh?

We Winters have lived in
Duane a good many years.

And we've contributed
more than our share

in building up this town.

-You're darn right, Laramie.

You folks are respected here.

And sheep raising or no
sheep raising, your father

was one of the finest
fellas I ever met.

-Oh, we all respected
Dave Winters.

He could make the
sheepers behave

like law abiding citizens.

But apparently, his
daughter lacks that ability.

-You know as well as I
do that you ranchers are

responsible for the trouble
we've been having here lately.

-Now stop it, the both of ya!

I'm gonna have
peace and quiet if I

have to shoot
somebody to get it!

-Then you had
better remove Penny

Winters from this program.

Why, even the children
share our resentment

against the Winters family.

-Oh, but I just got to be
here to welcome Roy back home.

-Certainly.

-Never mind, honey.

We don't want to get
mixed up with the antics

of a lot of stupid cattlemen!

Come on.

-Goll darn it!

There goes my best soprano.

-Oh, we can do without her.

I'm sure Roy doesn't
want any sheepers

on the welcoming committee.

-The less I hear of
that singing cowboy,

the better I'll like it.

-Well, I suppose you're right.

It wouldn't be safe for
us at the broadcast.

-What do you mean?

-Well, with all those
cattlemen in the audience,

it might be dangerous for us.

-Oh, really?

Well, the cattleman who can
frighten me away from any show

hasn't been born yet.

But if you do as much
as this-- [CLAP]--

after that Roy Rogers
sings, I'll make you

stay home from the
movies Saturday.

-Yes, Laramie.

-Well, I guess we'll be
going along, Miss Laramie.

I'll take a good look at
the feed on the west range.

-All right, Slade.

I'll see you tomorrow.
-So long.

-Look it!
It's him!

It's Roy!

[CHEERING]

-(SINGING) Sing
around the cowboy.

Welcome back to the home corral.

-Here it is, Mr. Davis.

My old home town.

-Yeah, well, it looks like
a nice place to come from.

-Well, wait till you hear the
send-off we get this evening,

and you'll change your mind.

[CHEERING]

-Roy!

Roy!

-That's the prettiest
filly I ever

seen in this neck of the woods.

-Well, that's Laramie Winters.

-What?

-Hello, Laramie.

-Judging by her expression,
she don't think much of you.

-(SINGING) Welcome back
to the home corral.

[CHEERING]

-Well, Roy, welcome home.

Welcome home!

-Sheriff Darcey, you old
gun-toting limb of the law,

how are you?
-I'm fine.

-Our first sponsor.

-Roy!

-Well, uh, Adobe
Joe, how you doing?

-Boy, Roy, it sure is a treat
to have you back home again.

You might have known
that old polecat

would horn in sooner or later.

-Say, you two, isn't it about
time you forgot that old feud?

How's my old boss?

-Still right in there pitching.

-Now you know your can't run
that old broken down ranch

without me.

-Listen, [INAUDIBLE], when you
was punching cows on my outfit

I didn't have nothing
but an old adobe shack.

-What have you got now?

-An old adobe shack.

[LAUGHING]

-Glad to have you
back with us, Rogers.

-Well, thanks.

Uh, Marsh, isn't it?

Victor Marsh?

-Yes!

Vic's a big shot now.

He's president of the
Cattleman's Association

and vice president of
the bank over there.

-And Chairman of the Roy
Rogers Welcoming Committee.

The town is yours, Roy.

Everybody is looking forward
to the broadcast tonight.

-Well, it sure is a
good feeling to see

all the folks turn
out like this.

[CHEERING]

-Well, Roy, I guess
I had better turn

you over to the hungry wolves.

[GIRLS YELLING]
-I'll see you at
the hotel tonight.

-OK.

-Are you all set?

-Yes.

She won't be looking
for us until tomorrow.

-All right.

Now after it gets dark, I want
you to tear out all the fence

of the east side
of her property.

Drive every band of sheep she
has out on the cattle range.

I sold the ranchers the
idea to be watching.

When they see it, there'll
be trouble a-plenty.

-Yeah, that's about
the way we figured it.

-Come on, Parker.

[SHEEP BLEATING]

-Look at that!

That Winters gang is
letting out their sheep.

They'll overrun
our grazing land.

[SHEEP BLEATING]

-We had better get
back to town and tell

Mr. Marsh what's happened.

[WHISTLE]

-Hey.

-Either of you guys
recognized by the sheepers?

-Not a chance.

It was too dark.

-Good.

Having you one the
Winters' ranch is too good

a thing to lose.

-How did everything work out?

-Almost as we planned it.

But it seems our old fiend Adobe
Joe stumbled onto something.

-Yeah?

-You had better
follow him and make

sure he doesn't
find out too much.

-All right.

-Hey, snap out of it, Roy.

What's the matter?

-Well, I'm worried
about Adobe Joe.

He promised to turn up
the hotel last night.

-Well, that old
sidewinder probably

got himself lost out
there in the hills.

-Not Joe.

He was on the trail of
something mighty important.

Something about
this cattle feud.

I should have gone with
him in the first place.

-Now look, Roy, your
first duty is to your job,

not a bunch of
rampaging cattlemen.

You better stick to
your own wavelength.

JOE: Roy!

Roy!

-Say, that looks like Joe.

-By golly, that is Joe!

I-- I knew he'd turn up
somehow before we got away.

Hey, you old mule skinner!

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNSHOT]

-Is it bad?

-I'm afraid so.

Those shots came
from over yonder.

-(WEAKLY) Roy!

Frame up.

Ranchers.

Winters' outfit.

Both friend-- bark-- bark.

-Bark?

Bark?

Well, what's dogs
got to do with this?

Hey, Joe.

Hey, Joe!
-Oh, it's no use.

We had better get
him to a doctor.

-Hey, Roy, look!

-You boys look after Joe.

I'll take care of those two.

[SHOOTING]

How is he?

-Pretty bad.

-Did ya get 'em?

-No, they got away.

But I found this.

-A cartridge case.

Well, there's thousands
of them around here.

But there aren't
1,000 like this one.

Deflective firing pin, you see?

It left a mark like a
half moon on the shell.

-Now all you got to
do is find a rifle

with a deflective
firing pin in it.

That ought to be simple.
Won't take ya more
than a couple of years!

-Well, I'll find it.

-Are you crazy?

We've got to get back LA.

-Well, I'm staying right here.

Looks like the Lady of the
Roses get her wish after all.

-I guess that does it, Roy.

Now you're back on
the old job as Deputy.

-Well, thanks, Hal.

I won't let ya down.

And I won't let Adobe
Joe down either.

-I understand, Roy.

Know exactly how ya feel.

Maybe you figure that
Joe and me weren't

especially good friends.

All those arguments
we used to have,

uh, they didn't
amount to anything.

I loved that old
sidewinder like a brother.

-Remember now, this is a
secret between the three of us.

And as far as Duane
County is concerned,

I'm only sticking around
here for my summer vacation.

-I understand, Roy.
And I'm glad to
have you with me.

I need a lot of help to get
this mess straightened out.

-Well, now, you just relax,
Sheriff. 'Cause me and Roy will

solve this thing
in nothing flat.

-You must be pretty good men.

Got any leads?

-Mm, a couple.

First off, I'm going to call
on a couple of young ladies.

One very charming,
and the other-- well,

she has possibilities.

[LAUGHING]

See you later.

-You bet.

[DOORBELL RINGING]

-We're not hiring any
cowboys this season.

-Oh, uh, but this is
a social call, ma'am.

-Yeah.
We have a little matter to
take up with Miss Winters.

-Miss Penelope Winters.

I think she's expecting us.

-Well, come on in.

I'll see if she's in.

-Well, that's right
kind of you, ma'am.

-So you're what the
public's going crazy about?

A singing cowboy.

-I represent that, ma'am.

-I'll have you know
that in my day,

I was one of the most
daring riders of the range.

Why, I've looked death
right in the face.

-That must have been pretty
horrible, for both of you.

Is madame receiving today?

-Oh, of course, Christina.

Show the gentlemen in.

-Hey, you can come in now.

-Why, Roy!

How nice of you to call.

Oh!

-Hey, call your shots.

-Darn it!

-Say, Penny, you've
changed quite a bit

since the last time we saw you.

-Oh, you've noticed it too!

-Yes, and it's very becoming.

-Becoming a nuisance.

-Um, I suppose you wanted
to talk to me alone,

didn't you, Roy?

ROY: Well, as a
matter of fact, I did.

Pat, wouldn't you
like to take Christine

out and show her Daisy?

-Well, uh, I-- duh-- well, sure.

It might be a novelty
for both of them.

-Who's Daisy?

PAT: My horse.

-I've seen a horse.

PENNY: Oh, do run
along, Christina.

The-- the fresh air
will do you good.

-Your fresh airs aren't doing
me so much good, young lady.

-I'd be happy to walk
out with you, ma'am.

In fact, I've just
learned a new serenade

and I'd like to sing it to you.

-Mm, mm.

I can hardly wait.

-Christina, what on earth?

-Believed it or not, I'm
going to listen to a serenade.

-Well, just a minute.

Aren't you a friend
of Roy Rogers'?

-Oh, yes, ma'am.

Fine fellow, Roy.

He's in there now,
entertaining your kid sister.

-Oh, he is, is he?

-She'll tune him out.

LARAMIE: Penny!

-Good afternoon, Miss Laramie.

-Of all the contemptible tricks.

Trying to worm yourself into
the confidence of a little girl!

-Little girl!
-Well, I'm only trying to help.

-We don't need your help.

I think you had better leave.

-Ha, You've got me all wrong.

I'm only trying to get to
the bottom of this thing.

-You've already reached it.

And it was very low, indeed.

-Penny, go on up stairs and
take off that ridiculous dress.

-Oh, all right.

But it's your dress.

-Well, it's ridiculous on you.

Now run along.

-But Roy's got a theory.

He doesn't believe
we're to blame

for what's been happening.

-Oh, that's very sweet of you.

-And I don't believe it's
the ranchers' fault either.

Somebody wants to
get you fighting

for reasons of his own.

-I'm afraid your
years on the radio

have affected your imagination.

-If you could at
least hear me out.

[HORSE APPROACHING]

SLADE: They're
gonna keep running

loose all over the pasture land.

BARKER: Get going!

PENNY: What's happened now?

Miss Winters the water
has been cut again

and the sheep are running
loose all over the pasture

land, the other side
of the mountain.

-And one of our
gang just spotted

the cattlemen
stampeding the sheep.

-You're sure of that, Barker?

BARKER: Yes.
And they're heading
the sheep straight

for the cliff on Music Mountain.

-Well, what are you waiting for?

Get out there and stop them.

-Don't worry, we will.

-(WHISPERING) Barker!

Come on, Pat.

Let's go help round
up those sheep.

-You stay out of this.

-Lady, try to keep me out!

-This is our affair, Rogers.

We don't need your help.

-This is no time for
a private argument.

Unless you want to
lose all your sheep.

-I think he's right, Slade.

[SHOOTING]

[SHEEP BLEATING]

-They're heading 'em for
the cliffs, all right.

-We'll have to turn 'em
before they're all killed.

Come on!

[SHOOTING]

-You'll be the
first to be messed

up, if there's any gun play.

-Double crossing your
own friends, eh, Rogers?

-No.
I'm just trying to bring
you to your senses,

before the United States
government cracks down.

-Well, that's very noble of you.

But possibly you're
influenced by the fact

that the Winters' ranch is owned
by a very charming young lady.

Are we gonna let Rogers
get away with it, boys?

-Better stay back there.

This trigger finger
is mighty nervous!

-They're gonna need some help.

-Mr. Marsh, theses raids on
my livestock have got to stop,

or I'm going to take
this thing into court.

-We can settle this trouble
our own way, without any law.

-If you can't keep your
sheep off our grazing land,

this trouble is
bound to get worse.

-Yeah.

We ain't gonna have our pastures
ruined by that Winters tribe.

[GUN COCKING]

[GUNSHOT]

-There's been enough trouble
around here, already.

-You had better help
take back the sheep.

And the next time
you try and take

the law into your
own hands, just

remember that we Winters
have been in this valley

a long time, and we
intend to stay here.

-We've been here
a long time, too.

And it will take more than this
crowd of yours to frighten us.

Come on, boys.

-Mr. Rogers, I-- I
don't know what to say.

-Then why don't
you just skip it?

-Oh, I can't.

It was really swell
of you to help.

-I was trying to help
Marsh, too, Miss Winters.

-Oh.

Well, thanks, anyway.

-Pat, take a look at this.

-Where did you get it?

-Woof, woof.

-Oh, get it.

Barker!

-Pat, I've got a hunch it would
be a good idea to stick around

the Winters' ranch
for a little while

and see what's behind all this.

-Not a chance!

Those sheep folks ain't gonna
play host to us cowboys.

-Well, just the
same, I'm gonna be

a guest at the Winters'
ranch for a few days.

Now listen--

-Hah!

-Help, runaway!

-Speak to me, Roy.

Speak to me.

-Don't overdo it, you darn fool.

-Is he badly hurt?

-Looks pretty bad.

I reckon we had better get him
back to your place right away.

-Oh, of course.

Slade, help Mr. Brady.

-Mm, very grave.

Very grave.

The tibula and the
fibula have gone haywire.

His cerebellum has
suffered a cranial captism.

I'm afraid mayasteria gravis
with neocropsy might set in.

-Gosh, is it that bad?

PAT: It ain't good.

Naturally, you laymen don't
understand them medical terms,

but it all adds up to this.

I would diagnose
it as a concussion.

-Well, what do suggest, Pat?

Should we send Roy
to the hospital?

-Oh, no, ma'am.
He can't be moved from
here for at least a week.

-Oh, I see.

Well, we'll do everything
possible to make

him comfortable.

-Laramie, do you
mean to say you're

gonna leave that cowboy
in our best bedroom?

-Christina, Roy was injured
saving our livestock.

That's the least
we can do for him.

-It certainly is!

-Ha!

-Oh, oh!

Oh!

-Oh, I think you had
better leave now.

-All right.

-Well, you old son of a gun.

Where did you learn all
those medical terms?

-I used to room
with a horse doctor.

[CHUCKLING]

ROY: Well, we fooled
'em, all right.

The next step is to
lie low for a while,

till we dig up a few more clues.

-I knew it!

It's a plot!

-Penny!
-Penny, you little rascal.

I might have known I'd
have to watch out for you.

-Oh, I won't tell, Roy.

Honest, I won't.

Because I know you're
doing it for the cause.

-You're right, Penny.

I'm supposed to be
a mighty sick man,

so whoever is behind
all this dirty business

won't be expecting me to
cause 'em any trouble.

-Gee, this is exciting.

-And you had better keep
our secret, young lady, or--

-If I breathe even
one word, may I

never live to wear high heels.

-Hello, boys.

Come in.
-Hello, Miss Penny.

Soon as we heard about Roy we
got over as fast as we could.

-Yeah, the poor fella.

I wonder how it feels to get a
concussion and lose your mind?

-You ought to know, you've been
doing without one for years.

-Oh, is that so?

Well, I'm the brains
of this outfit.

-Well tell Miss Penny what
we're here for, brains.

-Well, we figured Roy would
be in such a critical state

he'd like to see his old pals.

And hear a song or two.

Music is supposed to be
good for invalids, you know.

-I think he'd love it.

I'll take you to his room.

-Say, what is this?

An invasion?

-We're going to try and cheer
Roy up with a little music.

-That'll probably bring on
a relapse, but go ahead.

-He sure looks bad.

-Yeah, maybe he's not
long for this world.

He's six foot-- that's
long enough for any world.

-Oh, Pat!

You mustn't joke with
Roy in this condition.

-Look, he doesn't even move.

-He must be in a coma.

-Coma?
Looks more like a full stop.

-Well, we came here to serenade
him, so let's do it anyhow.

It might bring him
back to consciousness.

-Come on, fellas.
Let's get into it.

-What's the meaning of this
disgraceful exhibition?

-Well, you see, Miss
Laramie, the boys figured

a song might help bring
him out of his coma.

-That's right.

-Coma?

I heard Roy.
He was singing.

-Oh, no.

-No, you're-- you're
mistaken Miss Laramie.

That was me.

-Yeah. it was Pat.

-You?
-Why certainly it was.

See?
Oh-de-la-ee oh-da-lo-oh
oh-da-lo-al oh, so.

-Beautiful girl-- Laramie.

You're wonderful.

Must save sheep-- sheep-- sheep.

-Oh, Roy.

Roy!

See what you've done, Laramie?

You've made him delicious.

Er, I mean, delirious.

-Well, then he should
have the utmost quiet.

Please, boys.

-Laramie, nice girl.

You're wonderful.

-You're not so bad
yourself, cowboy.

-That ought to
steady your nerves.

-Oh, it ain't nerves.

This is a bad deal
with that singing

cowboy parked on our ranch.

-You got nothing to worry about.

From what I hear, Rogers
will be out of action

for quite a while.

While the government revokes
those grazing licenses,

my men are ready to step
in and apply for new ones.

And the only cattle
that will be grazing

in this part of the
country will be ours.

-Well, sounds good.

Hope it will work.

-It'll work.

If the government gets
evidence of one more brawl

between the cattlemen
and Laramie Winters,

they'll crack down
on both factions.

And we provide the evidence.

[GUITAR STRUMMING]

ROY: (SINGING) I'm beginning to
care for the wave in your hair.

And there's something
about your smile.

I'm beginning to care
for the clothes you wear,

and your eyes have a
twinkle worthwhile.

I'm beginning to notice
the things you do.

I'm seeing such sweetness
I look for in you.

I'm beginning to
see you everywhere.

I guess I'm beginning to care.

I'm beginning to notice
the things you do.

I'm seeing the sweetness
I look for in you.

I'm beginning to
see you everywhere.

I guess I'm beginning to care.

-That's a very lovely song, Roy.

Seems to me I've
heard it before.

-I used to sing it out on
range, over at Music Mountain.

That was when I was
working for Adobe Joe.

-Oh.

But an invalid has no
business being out here.

-The best treatment
for my case is a night

like this, a little music,
and a beautiful girl

to keep me company.

-Hm, hm.

-You think I'm a
no-good singing Cowboy

-Mm.
Well, as a matter of fact,
I think Penny was right.

You're quite a guy.

-Well, that's better.

It was worth
getting a concussion

to hear you say that.

-Oh, I always treat my
patients with consideration.

-Hello, Penny.

-Hello.

-Say, Penny, do you know
where I can find Miss Laramie?

I've got a little
tribute for her.

-She's up there with Roy.

-Doggone that Roy.

He's always beating my time.

-You mean-- you mean
you like my sister?

-Like her?

Why I think she's the most
wonderful girl in the world.

But what chance have I got?

-That's just because
you're so darn rational.

You've got an
inferiority complex.

-Is that what it is?

-Uh-huh.

Why, if you would
only assert yourself,

Laramie would forget
all about Roy.

After all, what's he got
that you haven't got?

-Come to think of it, what
has he got that I haven't got?

-Then why don't you throw
your hat in the ring?

You don't have to take
a backseat for Roy.

Be a man!

-By golly, I think I will.

And thanks for the tip.

I sure appreciate you
taking an interest in me.

-Think nothing of it, Pat.

I just want to see you happy.

-(SINGING) I'm beginning to
care for the wave in your hair.

And there's something
about your smile.

I'm beginning to care
for the clothes you wear.

And your eyes have
a twinkle worth--

-Will you go away?

You're worse that those cats
we used to have around here.

-I just saw him!

-Who?

-Woof, woof.
Er, I mean Barker.

-This is it, Pat.

They've finally
tipped their mitt.

Say, fella, you
should get so excited.

You're ringing wet
with perspiration.

-That ain't perspiration.
That's love.

[CHUCKLING]

-You certainly got a moon-eyed
look tonight, young lady.

I thought you had better sense.

-Christina, I don't
know what you mean.

CHRISTINA: Oh, yes, you do.

It's a disgrace,
that's what it is.

A Winters falling in
love with a cowboy.

I-- Laramie, come here.

-Got the tools marked
with the Winters' brand?

-Yeah, good and big.

-All right, pick this stuff up.

-What do you supposed
they're up to?

-Well, it's a cinch they're not
going on a moonlight picnic.

-All right, get busy.

-Suffering catfish!

They're gonna blow
up the reservoir.

[SHOOTING]

-It's coming from
over by the reservoir.

[SHOOTING]

-Get going!

[SHOOTING]

For an invalid, you
get around quite a bit.

-It's a good thing
for you that I do.

Otherwise, you would find
yourself in quite a jam.

We just stopped
Barker and some men

from blowing up the reservoir.

-Yeah?

Well, where are they now?

-They've gone.

-Yeah, we sure spiked a
neat little plot tonight.

Look at these things.

They're all marked
with your brand.

-Yeah, I see 'em.

And the dynamite, too.

-Barker was going
to leave those here

as evidence against your outfit.

-No use your bluffing, Rogers.

-I'm not the one who's bluffing.

Did you hear those shots?

-Sure, you heard
us coming and fired

a few to make it look good.

-I've been telling you
all along that this range

war was a frame-up.

Now I have proof.

-It's a frame-up all right.

You've been working hand and
glove with the cattlemen.

They would do anything to
get us out of this territory.

Why I ought to--

-Wait a minute, Slade.

Let's hear what he has to say.

-The day Adobe Joe was shot,
I found this empty shell

at the spot where he
was he was ambushed.

See that mark?

It was caused by a
defective firing pin.

So I made it my business to
find the owner of the rifle.

And I found him, at your ranch.

And it was Barker.

-Give me your rifle.

You fellas move on out.

-You're crazy, Rogers.

Barker and I were together
on the day Joe was shot.

-That's possible.

-I don't believe a word of it.

Barker has been with
my outfit for years.

Why, he's-- he's one of the most
loyal men my dad ever employed.

-There you are, Miss Laramie.

I saw you leave the ranch, and I
followed as quickly as I could.

-Slade, take his
rifle and fire it.

I want to see one of the shells.

-Your story is not quite
convincing Mr. Rogers.

Take a look at that.

I think Slade was right.

You've been fighting on the side
of the cattlemen all this time.

Take 'em back to the ranch.

-Thanks, but we don't care for
no more of your hospitality.

-Oh, but I insist.

We'll call in Sheriff Darcey
and have a nice cozy chat.

-Take his gun.

Get going.

Come on, you.

-I won't move until I'm ready.

-Well, ya moved.

-Well, I was ready.

-And I want to prefer
charges against Roy

and his accomplice, Pat Brady.

These were planted at
the reservoir by Rogers.

Oh, anybody can see that they're
marked with the Winters' brand.

It's an obvious effort to
incriminate me and my men!

-Now then, it don't
seem reasonable

that a radio big
shot like Roy is

going around blowing
up reservoirs.

-Roy is a friend
of the ranchers.

He's trying to help them
drive me out of Duane,

and I demand his arrest.

-Just a snack for our prisoners.

After all, even
condemned men must eat.

-All right.
Go ahead.

-Hello, Penny.

-Sit down.

-Don't you speak to
me, you-- you Judas.

-Now that ain't no way
for a young lady to talk.

-When I think about how
you sneaked into our home

under false pretenses, just
wolves in sheep's clothing.

I mean, cowboy clothing.

-That's a very
pretty speech, Penny.

I like it, too, when I
heard it in that movie.

-When I think about your
treachery I grow weak.

Oh, everything is
going black before me.

Uh!

-Hey, look out!

-And I hope the judge gives you
50 years in prison, Mr. Rogers!

-All right.

I'll have a talk with Roy.

But I still think
you're making a mistake.

-I know what I'm doing.

-What are we running for?

You're the deputy.

They can't put us in jail.

-If whoever is
promoting this trouble

out here finds out I'm a deputy,
they'll lie low for a while.

But if he thinks I'm a fugitive,
he'll come out in the open

and we'll be able to nab him.

-They're under guard in
the guest room upstairs.

I'll show you the way.

This door is stuck!

-Stuck?
Why, it's locked!

-Penny, you're an angel.

-Oh, Roy, you know I'd
do anything for you.

-Thank you.

-Oh!

-They've tricked us!

They're getting away.

-Gosh, Laramie, that's terrible.

SONS OF THE PIONEERS:
Yip-ay-ole-ee yip-ay-ole-ee-ay.

He brings a token to his love.

Swift as the wind he
goes, high in the hills.

He knows she's waiting, singing
Hee-li-oh la yip-ay-ole-ee-ay.

Hear the old yip-ay-ole-ee-ay.

Long, long ago in
old Wyoming lived

a maid fair as the sweetest
flower blooming in the glade.

She loved a bandit bold who
roamed the prairie o'er.

And every night she'd
listen for his call.

Then far to the west
his voice come ringing,

riding a wild horse,
he come singing

hee-li-oh la yip-ay-ole-ee-ay.

Hee-li-oh la yip-ay-ole-ee
yip-ay-ole-ee-ay.

He brings a token to his love.

Swift as the wind he
goes, high in the hills.

He knows she's waiting, singing
Hee-li-oh la yip-ay-ole-ee-ay.

Hee-li-oh la yip-ay-ole-ee-ay.

Hee-li-oh la yip-ay-ole-ee
yip-ay-ole-ee-ay.

-You boys better
pipe down before you

disturb the rest of the wolves.

-Ho, ho.

Look who's talking.

-We got to do something
to break the monotony.

-Yeah.

We've been cooped up here on
Music Mountain for nearly a

week and nothing's happened.

-Well, your loafing
days are over.

I've just found the
guy who's responsible

for this phony cattle feud.

-Yeah?

Who?

ROY: Our esteemed
friend, Mr. Marsh.

I followed Slade and
Barker last night,

and they led me
straight to his ranch.

-Gosh, it worked out
just like you figured.

They got careless
when they thought

we were fugitives from the law.

-Yeah.

Now here's their setup.

They're gonna stage a cattle
raid that will cause such

a big brawl the government will
crackdown on the entire valley

and revoke the grazing permits.

-It's getting so you can't
trust nobody these days.

-Now here's my plan.

We'll patrol the
whole area and catch

Marsh and company red-handed.

Then we'll have enough
proof to put 'em in jail

where they belong.

[SHOOTING]

-Hiya!

Hiya!

[SHOOTING]

-Where's Roy?

-He's looking around
over on the east ridge.

-Well, go get him while
we get the other guys.

[HENCHMEN YELLING]

[GUNSHOT]

-Make a break for it, boys!

[SHOOTING]

-How's that for shooting?

ROY: All right, drop your guns.

[SHOOTING]

-All right, Roy?

-What about the rest
of Slade's gang?

-We've got 'em corralled.

-Me and Bob sort of persuaded
'em to do some talking.

SLADE: Yeah, they not only put
the finger on Barker and Slade,

but they give us the
lowdown on Marsh.

-You've got no authority
to arrest us, Rogers.

PAT: Oh, yes he has.

He's Sheriff
Darcey's new deputy.

ROY: We'll telephone the
Sheriff from Winters' ranch.

-Well, I guess we lost him.

-Yeah.

We can pick him up later.

The important thing now is
to get to Winters' ranch.

-Rogers, the big deputy, is
headed for the Winters' ranch

to spill the whole
story to Laramie

Winters and Sheriff Darcey.

Looks like we're sunk.

-Not yet.

If Rogers is riding
from Music Mountain,

we can get to the Winters'
ranch before he does.

-What good will that do?

-You just leave it to me.

Rogers doesn't know it, but
he's playing right into my hand.

-Miss Winters, we haven't
got a minute to lose.

Rogers and some of the
ranchers are on their way here.

They're gonna raid
your property.

-I don't understand, Mr. Marsh.

Why all this sudden
change of heart?

You've never been particularly
worried about my welfare

before.

-Well, I'm a rancher.

And while I have no great
love for you sheepers,

I can't stand by
and see women hurt.

Now you had better get
your sister and Christina

and get away from here.

And my men will give Rogers a
warm welcome when he arrives.

-If this ranch is in danger,
my place is right here.

-But there will be shooting.

-I'm staying here.

-I had better get
Sheriff Darcey.

[TAPPING PHONE]

-Why the line is dead.

Why, it's been cut, of course.

-Then we'll take care
of Mr. Rogers ourselves.

Christina, get Penny
away from the house.

I don't want her
mixed up in this.

-I'll get her right away.

Penny?

Penny!

I can't find Penny anywhere.

-Well, keep on looking.
She must be somewhere
around here.

-Penny, what is it?

-Marsh is at the
house with Laramie.

It's a trap.

They're gonna ambush you.

-That's score one for Marsh.

Boys, we had better scatter.

Hugh, you and Tim look
after our pals, here.

The rest of you fan out.

And when the shooting
starts, aim high,

because Laramie and Christina
are inside the house.

-You come with me, Roy.

I'll show you my own
secret way to get in.

-OK.

Thanks, Penny.

You stay here.
I'll take over from now on.

Hold your fire, all of you.

Cover those men in
the corner, Pat.

Well, Laramie,
looks like this is

the end of Duane County's
little range war.

-Oh, no it isn't.

I suppose you cattlemen
think you've won.

But I'll keep right on fighting.

-No, you won't.

From now on, there's not
going to be any more fighting.

I'd like you to meet a very
ambitious gentleman, Mr. Marsh,

here.

He figured if he could get
the rights to all the grazing

land around here, he'd be
one of the biggest cattlemen

in the country, and
he nearly succeed,

because the folks around
here were dumb enough

to fall for that phony
range war he started.

-You've got a good
imagination, Rogers.

I suppose that's what
radio has done for you.

-Think I can't prove it, huh?

-Of course not.

-Well, I'll just bring in
Mr. Barker and a couple

more of your men.

They talked plenty.

[WHISTLING]

-Don't shoot, Pat!

Roy's right in
your line of fire.

-Today, I think we
should all celebrate.

So I want you to take
part in a program with me.

I have a brand new song for ya.

It's called "Don't
Forget, Smiles

Are Made Out of the Sunshine."

I'd like to have you join
me in the second chorus.

-(SINGING) Don't forget, smiles
are made out of the sunshine.

And the frown from a rainy day.

You'll be more than
repaid if you remember

that a smile goes
a long, long way.

When trouble troubles
you, just turn on the sun

and watch how fast a
melancholy cowboy can run.

Don't forget, smiles are
made out of the sunshine,

and the smile goes
a long, long way.

All right, folks,
everybody join in.

Those of you who have
copies of the song, share

'em with your neighbor.

Everybody come in
and sing, folks.

-(SINGING) Don't forget, smiles
are made out of the sunshine,

and a frown from a rainy day.

You'll be more than
repaid if you remember

that a smile goes
a long, long way.

When trouble troubles
you, just turn on the sun.

Then watch how fast the
melancholy cowboy can run.

Don't forget, smiles are
made out of the sunshine,

and a smile goes
a long, long way.

[MUSIC PLAYING]