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You'll find it on your grocer's shelves in the familiar Blue Gingham wrapper, and you'll like it. Our singing stars ride over into the field of popular love ballads now to sing for you one of last season's outstanding hit songs, the Riders of the Purple Sage and their western arrangement of Amor. Amor, amor, amor. This word so sweet that I repeat, means I adore you. Amor, amor, my love. Would you deny this heart that I have made before you? I can't find another word with meaningful clear. My lips try to whisper sweeter things in your ear. But somehow or other nothing sounds quite so there. As this love-couressing word I know. Amor, amor, my love. When you're away, there is no day and night for lonely. Amor, amor, my love. Make life divine, say you'll be mine and love me only. Amor, amor. My love. And now to our all-star western theater story for today and a fast trip out west for the weekly adventure of four-wheeling Al Sloy and Jimmy Dean, the Riders of the Purple Sage. We're seeing a long thing in the song under a western moon. Yeah, here they come, riding down the road that leads them to the small western cattle community of Lone Oak. As usual, they have few cares and no words at all as they ride along. You know, old Matt Simpson's going to be a mighty surprise to see us. Yeah, it's been more than a couple months now since he invited us out to see him. No, it's longer than that. It was the Phoenix rodeo and that's about one to four months ago. Say, you're right, Dean. All I hope is that he meant it when he said that a job would always be waiting for us if we ever came to this part of the country. Well, there's Lone Oak up ahead. Suppose we go on into town and get a bite to eat before we call on Matt, huh? You look the words right out of my mouth, Sloy. You guys are always hungry. You know, but eating ain't such a bad habit, so let's get going. Like we said, the boys are heading into Lone Oak without a care or a worry in the world. But what they don't know is the trouble that's waiting for them just a few minutes ahead, and it involves their friend Matt Simpson. Before the boys arrive at their destination, however, suppose we go back a couple of days to the county seat town of Grant City, just 60 miles from Lone Oak, and see what his friends find in the sheriff's office. This is going to be a pretty big blow to the people of Lone Oak. Matt Simpson was one of the most prominent ranchers in that section of the country. You don't have any idea who would want to kill Matt, huh, sir? None at all, Clem, but according to old John Hopkins, the stage driver, the three men made Matt get out while they ransacked the coat. Matt thought he saw his chance and grabbed for one of them, as he did the bandit plugged him. Yeah, too bad. Yeah. You know, about the worst thing that could happen to those three men would be to get caught in Lone Oak. You're right there, Clem. Citizens of that town would take the Lone with their own hands, but quick. I've wired the Lone Oak Sheriff to keep a sharp lookout for the three men. Is there any clue at all as to who they might be? None. The only thing I have to go on is this Mexican coin that was clutched in Matt's hand. Yeah, sonny. There's a hole in the middle of it. Yeah, could be a button off the killer's coat, maybe. Yeah, it could be. Yeah, it's got to be going. Good luck to you, Sheriff. Thanks, Clem. I'm just hoping that sooner or later those three men will turn up somewhere and tip their hands. So if we hear of anything, Clem, let me know. Well, here we are in Lone Oak. Yeah, this looks like a good place to get a bite to eat. Well, it's probably too late to get anything worth eating. Yeah, you know, I'm hungry enough to cook my saddle and eat it. Well, we'll soon know. Let's go in. You know, we might have been smart to barge in on old Matt this time of night. I bet he would have picked us something. You two guys think more of your stomachs than you do your good manners. Well, you keep your manners. I'll keep my stomachs. You, uh, drink your wine something? Nothing to drink, friend. But we're mighty anxious to get a little food under a belt. I got some ready-made sandwiches for you. Sandwiches? Good. Give us a half a dozen of them. Just take a seat over there at that table. I'll bring them over to you. Much obliged. And put three cups of coffee with them. Hey, Q-Ball. Si? Come here a minute. Si? What do you want from your carton? You know them three fellas? Never saw them before in my life. They're just one to keep. And keep them busy till I get back here. What's that for? Yeah, the sheriff's on the lookout for three strangers what killed Matt Simpson a couple of days ago. Si? And if my guess ain't wrong, them are the men. They don't look like they kill nothing. That's where you're wrong. That blond-headed fella there don't look like a baby-faced killer than I never saw one. And I'll keep them busy till I get back. I'll do my best on your carton. I'll keep them busy till you come back. And when you get back... Well, then, here are your sandwiches. Say, friend, where's Matt Simpson's spread located? Who? Who did you say? Matt Simpson. Oh, about two miles east of the town? Well, I didn't want to hurt your feelings. I just wanted to know, that's all. Would there be anything else for you? What else you got? Nothing. Well, take care of that. Hey, this sandwich ain't got any meat in it. Take another bite. Still ain't can't taste any meat. Maybe you passed it? Oh, just forget about it. If you need anything else, just holler, and my name is Q-Ball. All right, Q-Ball. Hey, come to think of it, why is everybody staring at us like this? Just look at them, will you? Yeah, that is funny. You'd think we was killers the way they're gazing at us. Maybe they just admire my good looks. I ought to brand you with a wagging tongue. Here comes Q-Ball again. What's on your mind now, Q-Ball? Did you find some more sandwiches? No, but I thought I'd do it to you, saying it was your favor. What do you mean? You saying you does not look like killers to me. Well, I hope we don't. What are you getting at, Q-Ball? Matt Simpson, the say that you was asking about what killed a couple days ago. Are you kidding? So what do you know about that? You sure? Sure, I'm sure. I'm sure. It's the three hombres doing the job, and I'm not ashamed if he's honest with you. To get you saying that you're killing him, so you know what's good for you, you better get out of here. Well, this is new to us, Q-Ball, but much obliged to you for telling us. Yeah, we're old friends of Matt's. We knew him at the Phoenix Radio. Come on, boys, I'm forgetting out of here. You know, this don't look so good. I should have told you to stay where you're showing us. All right, don't you men make a place for your guns. I got your cupboards. Now look here, Sheriff, what's this all about? You know what it's all about? We've been expecting three strangers like you to come riding in the Lone Oak. If you think we had anything to do with killing Matt Simpson, you're wrong. That's right, he's an old friend of ours. You have to prove that in court, boys. Right now you're going to jail. You're under arrest. Why hello, Q-Ball. Well, there's no just saying, Elisabeth. I wanted to talk to you a minute. Yes, what is it? The Sheriff took three strangers last night and locked them up, accused them of killing your father. I hadn't heard about it. I think they have their own seniors. Why, these three seniors would not kill anybody. And besides, they claim to be old friends of your father's who was on the way out here to see him. You know who they were? Well, I went over to see this morning and found out their names were Willing, Slowy, and Dean. Willing, Slowy, and Dean. See, see, and see. Claim to have worked at the scene, like with your father at the Phoenix Rodeo. Why, yes, the Riders of the Purple Sade. And they were very good friends of Daddy. They are in the jail now, and I've been hearing some talk around the town this morning about breaking the jail down and stringing them up. Oh, this is terrible, Q-Ball. Where do I get my coat? I'll go with you to see the Sheriff. Now, this is fine. Come off here. We are in jail accused of murder. Don't look at me. It ain't my fault. Hey, what's that I hear outside? If it's what I think it is, then we've sung our last song. Now, just a dog-gone minute. What do you mean? I mean, that could be, and more than likely is, a bunch of hot-headed lone-okers been on stringing us up. Oh, well, come on, boy, and do something. Now, what do you think I can do about it? Well, I don't know, but do something. This is getting serious. Now, don't get panicky. We've got to keep our heads. Yeah, that's a general idea. Keep our heads is right. Hey, boys, boys, we're in trouble. There's a mob forming outside, and they've been on having a little party at your expense. Now, look here, Sheriff. We don't know anything about that killing. You've got to let us out of here. That wouldn't do any good to let you out, and I even thought you wasn't guilty. You'd get shot on sight. Well, haven't you got enough depth to keep us from breaking in? We'll do the best we can for you, boys. That ain't good enough. Sheriff, I must see those three boys you have here. They've been on the stage. I hope you're right, Miss Jenny. They're right here. I don't know who you are, Miss, but you sound welcome. Hey, I'm Jenny Simpson, Matt was my father. Oh, are we glad to see you. Yeah, looks like you arrived just in time to save our neck. Sheriff, I'll vouch for these boys. They were good friends of my father's. You're the wrong men. Then you'll have to work fast, Miss Jenny. The sheriff of Grant City is on his way here now, and in the meantime, it's going to be your job to convince that crowd that's forming out there that these are the wrong men. Oh, they'll listen to me. Why, every man in this town has known me since I was a baby. Then don't wait too long to start talking to them, Miss Jenny, because they're beginning to sound impatient. She's right about that. You'd better act fast. Yes, do we get out of this jail? Well, if Miss Jenny will take the responsibility, I'll release you in her custody. Oh, thank you, Sheriff. Then come on, I'll see if I can quiet that crowd down so you can pound some horse dents into their heads. [♪music playing in background as the crowd moves in to the cellar. Thanks to you, Miss Jenny, and Q-Ball here, we're still alive and talking about you. You mean thanks to Q-Ball? Why, if he hadn't come by this morning to tell me about you boys, well, then I might not have known until too late. No, it was nothing. Wasn't nothing. Why, you just saved our lives, that's all. Well, I'm glad I did. Hangings make me also sick in the stomach. Well, I'm mighty proud they do, Q-Ball. Did you ask me? You can blame all hombre and grad Carson. He was the one who ran for the sheriff and got them all steamed up about you fellas being the killers, and he was the one who got the mob steamed up, too. I can't understand that. Ever since your father got killed, Senorita Jenny, he's accused everybody but himself of the murders. Just who is this grad Carson? Well, he was a very close friend of Daddy's. That isn't a business sort of way. I never did trust him too much myself. But Daddy seems to think he was all right. Well, what I want to know is what do we do next? We can't just sit here. Well, it's best to do a sheriff's hangin' act. You know, the Grand City Sheriff will be here in the morning to talk with you boys. In the meantime, Miss Jenny, suppose we talk about how we can help you here on the ranch. Right now. I'll have the cook prepare something to eat. We'll not let ranking problems take care of anything else but ourselves, and after I'll talk with the sheriff, we'll go in the morning. [♪music playing in background as the sheriff is called in for a meeting with the sheriff's office in the morning. Boys, I might have glad this thing turned out as it did, or I'd have felt mighty bad about it. Yeah, and how do you think we'd have felt if that bunch of hot-headed lone-oakers had gotten to it? That's something to think about all right. Well, that's about all I have been thinking about. Have you uncovered anything at all over at Grand City Sheriff? Boys, we have an opinion to go on, other than this little Mexican coin with a hole in it. Where'd that come from? It was clutched in your father's hand. Apparently, you tore it from the coat of a killer. That's strange. Why is that, Miss Jenny? Well, I've seen daddy with many of those coins, but not with little holes in them like that. Then maybe we're getting somewhere, Sheriff. Yes, think hard, Miss Jenny. This would lead to something. Oh, I can't imagine how it could have had anything to do with my father's murder. You know, I've never heard of coins being used for coat buttons. Yeah, the whole thing's got me puzzled, too. Well, we'll keep busy, Miss Jenny, and let you know of any newer developments. Oh, thank you so much. When I can be of help, just let me know. And that goes for us, too, Sheriff. Thank you all. We'll be free to call on you. Boy ought to be getting back most any time he's been in town all afternoon. I can't understand what he's doing. He said he had an idea he wanted to work on. Yeah, it's funny. He didn't want us to go along. Oh, here he comes now. Where in the world have you been? Oh, just doing a little nosing around, but I'm no farther along than when I started. Oh, I hate for you boys to burden yourself with my trouble. Well, there are troubles, too, Miss Jenny, and we're mighty anxious to help you. Yeah, that's the least we can do. I was down to see Q-ball at the saloon. You know, he's just about as interested in this case as we are. Good old Q-ball. He's always been our friend. He'll be my friend for life. Say, here he comes now. You know, that's funny. I just met him at the bar. Hey, you're quitting. Hey, you're quitting. I tried to catch up with you. I just thought of something. What is that, Q-ball? Well, I forgot what it was. Was it about Matt Simpson? It seems like it was. I've always been opposite minded. My mama used to tell me that someday I lose my mind instead. But I haven't lost it yet, I hope. Now think hard, Q-ball. What was it? It seems like it had something to do with Ommery Grant Carson. Come to think of it, old Carson is still trying to stir up some noise about the sheriff letting us go. What's he got to do with it? Nothing. He claims we're guilty until proven innocent. I don't see why he would talk like that being such a close business friend of Daddy. Oh, well, just forget him. I still think that Mexican corn Sheriff Hannon has will uncover something. That was what I wanted to tell you. Well, what is it, Q-ball? When you were telling me about that Mexican corn today, well, I got to thinking right after you left, and I remember that Ommery Carson used to wear a gun belt with Mexican corn all around it. Are you sure? Sure, I'm sure. I'm sure. Oh, now I remember. Daddy gave him that gun belt. Now we're getting places. Yes, he took a bunch of those coins down to the leather shop and had a gun belt made using the coin's element, and he gave it to Mr. Carson as a gift. Q-ball, have you seen that belt lately? The best I remember seeing that was a year of late, and I would have known it because it always looked so pretty on him, especially the way those Mexican coins were circled around. Dean, you and Chloe come with me. We're going to go calling on Grad Carson. I don't understand. I don't know how pleasant or unpleasant your daddy's relations with Carson were, but I don't like him, and I think he knows more than he's letting on. Where's his office, Q-ball? Right behind the saloon. But, boy, are you sure you know what you're doing? I'm not sure of anything, Miss Denny, but I've got a mighty strong hunch, and I'm going to follow through with it. Oh, please be careful. You can depend on that. Come on, Dean, Chloe. We're going to call on Mr. Carson. That's a good idea. Come in. Yeah, what do you boys want here? We'd like to have a little talk with you, Mr. Carson. And make it brief. I've got things to do. Now, what is it? What do you know about Matt Simpson's death? Just what are you getting at, young fella? Just what I asked you. All right, boys, you're letting your curiosity out. Take care of your little soup pot. I want to draw that gun, Carson. Cover him, Chloe. There ain't no cap pistol I got in my hand. Yeah, now look here. Put that gun down. Not till you answer a few questions. What do you want to know? Matt Simpson made you a present of a gun belt once. So what? Matt and me were good friends. It was a token of our friendship. Where is it now? I don't know. We mean business, Carson. We're still on the spot on this killing and we're not fooling. Now, where's that gun belt? I loaned it to one of my boys. He's driving a herd toward Grand City. Look in those closets, Dean. You're going tootin' the will. You boys are carrying your accused. You fell a little too far now. We haven't accused anybody yet. We're just looking for proof. Yeah, and I've found the proof. Here it is. It's got Mexican coins all over it. Just what are you boys getting at? We'll let you know in just a minute, Carson. Keep him covered, Chloe. I got him. Here, Dean, let me see that belt. That belt don't prove nothing. That's what you think, Carson. There's a Mexican coin missing from the front of it. I lost it. So what? So what? A dead man found it. Now look, boys, I ain't mixed up in this. Just forget about this business and I'll pay you well. You're going to pay all right. Come on, Carson, we're heading for the sheriff's office. There's some talking to do. And Carson was the last man on earth I would have suspected. Well, when the sheriff sent him down, he did some fast talking. Tried to lay it all on his two henchmen. I still can't understand why he did it. Well, it's just like I told you, Miss Jenny. He was the only one that knew your father was bringing in large sums of money from Grand City. He wasn't satisfied just to be his friend and take what profits their business interests netted them together. He wanted all of it. Well, I'm glad it's all over with. So am I, Miss Jenny. Now we can settle down to helping you get this rank going again. That is, if you want it for him. I'd like for you to, on one condition. One condition? Just name it. That you stop calling me Miss Jenny. That's a deal, Jenny. Music. Music. Music. Music. Applause. Now the Riders of the Purple Sage present their Western instrumentalists, Johnny Paul Siddell, Bud Seifert's accordion, Jack Rivers' guitar, and Hank Caldwell bass. And here they go back home in Indiana. Boys, play. Music. Music. Music. Music. Applause. One of the cowboy's outstanding characteristics is his willingness to back his friends to the hills. The history of the cowboy is full of examples of his loyalty. They've always been good friends to have in an emergency. And today, Weber's Bread is a good friend to have in a food emergency, too. No matter what the occasion, whether it be unexpected guests in between snacks for the children after school or midnight raids on the icebox by hungry husbands, the housewife who keeps plenty of Weber's Bread on hand knows that she can satisfy hungry appetites. For the firm, even texture and distinctive flavor of Weber's Bread is enjoyed by young and old alike. So buy Weber's Bread when you go shopping. Your family will like it, too. Music. Men of the West from out of the West with another of your favorite songs of the West. America's great Western singing stars, Roy Willing and the Riders of the Purple Sage, singing their very popular Western ballad of today, In My Adobe Hacienda. In my Adobe Hacienda there's a touch of Mexico, There's a touch of the earth and our skin, Roaming in the patio. There's a touch of guitar, make every evening peaceful to me. In my Adobe Hacienda, life and love are more complete. There is hope, there's a long day to go, Hope music keeps me still in the air. In my Adobe Hacienda, life and love is everywhere. Well friends, another week of coming and going, and again we want to thank you folks for the pleasure of being with you. We'll all look forward again to next week's meeting. This is Roy Willing speaking for Al Sloey, Jimmy Dean, and all of the Riders of the Purple Sage. Thanks so long and good luck to you all. We'll be here all day singing our song under the weather. From Hollywood, you've heard your all-star Western theater, a VM Bear production starring America's great Western singers, Roy Willing and the Riders of the Purple Sage, now appearing in Republic's All-Color Western, The Last Frontier Uprising. I'm Thomas Cottonsay Clark inviting you to be with us again next week for your all-star Western theater. This program came to you from Columbia Square. The Baker's are...
