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Series: Red Ryder
Show: Roaring River Renegades
Date: Mar 22 1949

MARCH 22, 1949
RED RYDER
EPISODE NO. 1023

ROARING RIVER RENEGADES
-by-
Paul Franklin

SOUND:

(FADE ON) RACING HORSES (LIVE & RECORDED)

RED:

(CUE) (HALF WAY OFF) Up there, boy! . . . (CUE)
(ALMOST ON) Out, there, fella! . . . (CUE) (ON)
R-r-roll, Thunder!

SOUND:

2 LIVE SHOTS . . . SHOT-RICOCHET . . . FADE HORSES UNDER:

MUSIC:

(CUE)D-2 (INSET TO) MAJOR THEME WHICH FADES UNDER:

ANNCR: (CUE) The bakers of the new LANGENDORF Bread present the Adventures of America's Famous Fighting Cowboy -- RED RYDER!

MUSIC:

THEME UP BRIEFLY, THEN OUT:

ANNCR:

(CUE) Certainly Red Ryder, like all ranchers, has a full week's work most every week on the Painted Valley Ranch. Yet, with the sniff of spring just around the corner, it's hard for America's Famous Fighting Cowboy not to start roaming -- just a little -- with Buckskin and faithful Little Beaver close by his side. . . Thus, as we join them now, we find them on the trail high above Roaring River, on the bend that sweeps between Sombrero and Sundown . . .

SOUND: (ANTICIPATE) GALLOPING HORSES
RED: (CUE) Well, boys -- how do you like it?
BUCKSKIN: Lilies to lady-fingers, Red! From here the river looks like a paintin' in a book.

SOUND:

(STEAMBOAT WHISTLE - OFF)

BUCKSKIN:

(CUE) (ALARMED) Red! - What's that noise?

SOUND:

(REPEAT WHISTLE)

BUCKSKIN:

Sounds like the call of a werewolf!

RED:

(CHUCKLING) Werewolf --! No, Buckskin, that had nothing to do with departed spirits! That m'lad, was a steamboat whistle. See it, down there?
BEAVER: Oh, me see-um! Boat just come around bend. . . But, what those funny things on side of boat, Red Ryder? Look like water-wheel?

RED:

Those are the paddles. Little Beaver -- the paddles that drive the boat. That's why she's called a side-wheeler.

BUCKSKIN:

Side-wheeler, hmmm? Is a side wheeler anythin' like a sidewinder. Red?

RED:

(LAUGHING) What an Imagination! No, Old Timer -- although on the Mississippi, you often find sidewinders wearing silk hats and dealing poker with marked decks.

BEAVER:

Me want to know what make that funny noise. (IMITATES BOAT WHISTLE) That noise that come fro----

SOUND:

(OFF) RECORDED GUN BATTLE. HORSES STOP

RED:

(CUE) Hold it! There's a noise that ought to be familiar to you -- gun shots!

BUCKSKIN:

Sounds more like home! Where're them shots comin' from, Red?

RED:

Down In that valley! A man, and a girl with some cattle. . . Get a wiggle on! We're going to investigate!

BEAVER:

You no have to tell me! Me know! Git-um up, Papoose! Git along! Git!

RED:

Let's go, Thunder! Let's help that rancher! Roll, Thunder!

SOUND:

HORSES BUILD. . . SWELL RECORDED SHOTS

MUSIC:

(SNEAK IN)

SOUND:

CATTLE. . . RECORDED SHOTS & RICOCHETS

WILSON:

(CUE) Blast them sidewindin' rustlin' coyotes! Look at 'em cuttin' out half the herd!

CONNIE:

Dad, give me that six-gun -- and take this Winchester. I just reloaded it.

WILSON:

Give me that dad-blasted thing! Now -- if that maverick on the chestnut'11 only hold still a second?

SOUND:

(FOUR LIVE SHOTS)

WILSON (CUE) Consarn It! ... Missed 'im again!

SOUND:

RICOCHETS

CONNIE:

Dad! ... Look! Something's happenin'. The rustlers are turning and running!

WILSON:

Well, I'll be! ... Look at that, will ya? A couple of 'punchers and an Indian kid! ... Got between the rustlers and the river, an they're comin', throwin' lead like a hall-storm!

SOUND:

RECORDED SHOTS FADE OUT . . . FADE CATTLE TO B.G.
. . . AND FADE ON: LIVE HORSES

CONNIE:

Look at them scatter, will you, dad! Gosh -- that one cowboy certainly can handle a gun!

WILSON:

That Injun papoose don't do so bad with that little bow and arrow --! Come on, Connie -- I want to thank that gentleman!

RED:

(CUE)(OFF) Hold it, compadres. Whoa there, Thunder.

SOUND:

(HORSES STOP . . . BOOTS HITS GRAVEL)

RED:

(CUE) (FADING ON) You folks all right?

CONNIE:

I guess we are -- all except for Dad's disposition.

SOUND:

FEET OUT

WILSON:

Mister, I never saw a more welcome sight than you knockin' on that stallion.

CONNIE:

Gosh! You scattered those rustlers like dried leaves in a windstorm.

RED:

If they'd have known there were only three of us, we'd probably be signing receipts for three harps and halos right now.

BUCKSKIN:

You never mind any harps! Ya don't sing too good nohow.

RED:

(CHUCKLING) I can't argue that with you, Buckskin. . . By the way: came up in such a hurry, forgot to introduce ourselves. My name's Ryder. This redskin's known as, Little Beaver, and the old timer answers to the name of Buckskin Blodgett.

CONNIE:

I'm Connie Wilson, Mr. Ryder. And this is my Dad.

ALL:

ACKNOWLEDGE INTRODUCTIONS

WILSON:

I sure owe you a lot, Ryder. You saved me from--

RED:

(CUTS IN) Suppose we let the thanks go for the moment, Mr. Wilson, and see If we can't round up your cattle. Another few minutes and they'll have wandered over the next ten counties. . . Little Beaver -- help Miss Connie on her horse, and let's ride!

MUSIC:

G-l

RED:

(CUE) Now, what was that you were saying about the rustlers, Mr. Wilson?

WILSON:

Just what I told you, Red. There's half a dozen crooked no-goods in Sombrero I suspect; but suspectin' don't prove nothin'.

CONNIE:

Prove --! Dad, you know full well who's behind it! Or, if he wasn't behind it, he had his finger in it somehow or the other.

RED:

Who's that, Miss Connie?

WILSON:

I know who Connie means, Red ? Gyp Hinkle, the cattle broker. We been sellin' through him for the last few years until we found out he was practically makin' his own prices. So, this season we all decided to drive to the railroad; put our beef in the cattle cars, and ship 'em ourselves.

RED:

And he's the only man who could really benefit from stopping you?

CONNIE:

Benefit? It means his entire business!

BEAVER:

Rustling good business for anybody!

RED:

A good business, button ? but not a very healthy one. Is there anybody else you suspect, Mr. Wilson?

WILSON:

The way I feel now, I suspect everybody! But Gyp Hinkle certainly makes more sense than anybody else.

RED:

Isn't there any other way you can get to market besides driving into Sombrero and shipping from there?

CONNIE:

I wish there were! There's just that one dinky little railroad line, and that's all. You see, Mr. Ryder, that river practically shuts this valley off from the rest of the world.

RED:

How far is Sombrero from here?

CONNIE:

From our ranch? Just seven or eight miles. Why?

RED:

After a heavy meal like the one you just fixed Miss Connie, a little exercise might come in handy. So I thought we might sort of ride into Sombrero and back. If I happen to run into Gyp Hinkle ? well, the time won't be wasted, believe me.

MUSIC:

(SNEAK IN) F-6

SOUND:

DOOR OPENS & CLOSES, STEPS FADE ON

POLEY:

(CUE) (FADES ON) Hey, Gyp ? Gyp!

GYP:

Take it easy, Poley! What's eatin' on you?

POLEY:

Nothin' -- on me! (STEPS OUT) But I got a hunch somethin'll be eatin' on you ? and pronto!

GYP:

What're you talkin' about?

POLEY:

Remember I told you about a 'puncher in a red shirt who run us off just as we was about to grab Wilson's cattle?

GYP:

Yeah. . .? What about 'em?

POLEY:

He just rode into town, and I heard 'em down the block askin' some of the boys out in front of th' Ace of Hearts Cafe where he could find you . . . Boss -- I got an awful feelin' we're in for it! I seen him handle his six-shooter.

GYP:

He's handy with his guns, eh?. . . Poley, what do you think'd happen if someone kinda stepped on that redhead's toes -- and then when he yelled, talked back to him?

POLEY:

Will you stop them riddles. Boss?

GYP:

Look: You're getting out of here, and when you see him headin' this way, you're pickin' a fight with 'im. Get that?

POLEY:

I get it ? but I sure don't like it! 'Spose he recognizes me? 'Spose he. . .

GYP:

(CUTS IN) Suppose you ? shut up, and do as you're told! All I want is for that jasper to start grabbin' his gun! That's all! We got a sherrif in this town, and I'm gonna have that readhead in trouble ? right up to his ganglin' neck!

MUSIC:

(SNEAK IN) G-4

SOUND:

FEET ON GRAVEL

BEAVER:

(CUE) That must be cattle broker's office across street, Red Ryder.

RED:

I guess it is, Son. And look at that hawk-faced maverick just coming out of it!

BEAVER:

Him look more like buzzard than like hawk.

RED:

In a pinch ? either one would be bad enough. . . Well! Maybe this pinch is coming sooner than I expect. He's heading right this way.

SOUND:

SLIGHT SCUFFLE OF GRAVEL & TWO BODIES BUMP HEAVILY

RED:
POLEY: REACT

POLEY:

(CUE) Hey! Why don't you look where you're goin'!

RED:

I didn't think I had to. You looked as if you saw where you were going!

POLEY:

Yeah?...You're pretty salty, ain't you?

RED:

Not very. Why?

POLEY:

What are you tryin' to do -- make a joke out of this? It ain't funny to me, Redhead!

RED:

Maybe that's because you've got your sense of humor recorded In Gyp Hinkle's name!

POLEY:

Hink....You're on the prod -- ain't you? Well, I'll tell you somethin', Mister, we got an answer for trouble-makers around this town.

RED:

If that's true -- what are you doing roaming the streets?

POLEY:

I'll show you, you - - - (JUMPS HIM)
SOUND: FIGHT

RED:

(CUE) (PUNCHING) Go on - show me! (SWINGS) But isn't this more like what you mean? (SWINGS)

SOUND:

BODY FALL

POLEY:

(CUE) (OFF A LITTLE -- HURT) I got somethin' else for you, Redhead, that won't - - -

BEAVER:

(CUTS IN) Red Ryder --!

SOUND:

ONE LIVE SHOT. . . TWO LIVE SHOTS METAL & RICOCHET AS GUN IS SHOT OUT OF HAND. . .RUNIIING FEET FADE ON

AD LIBS:

EXCITED WALLA WALLA FADES ON

SHERIFF:

(CUE) (FADES ON) Here! Here, now --! What's goin' on?

GYP:

(FADES ON) I'll tell you what's goin' -on. Sheriff. I saw the whole thing.

RED:

That's very interesting. What were you doing, watching with a spy glass? You just came out of that door.

SHERIFF:

That'll be enough out of you, mister... What happened, Hinkle?

GYP:

This redhead knocked this other gent down, and then wasn't satisfied, and tried to blow 'im full of holes.

SHERIFF:

Drawed first, did he?

GYP:

He most certainly did!

RED:

Well, you're most certainly a liar!

GYP:

Yeah? I want an apology - right now!

RED:

You know how you can get one, don't you? Empty your holster!

GYP:

Why, you!

SOUND:

ONE LIVE SHOT, THEN TWO & RICOCHET AS GUN IS SHOT FROM HAND

AD LIBS:

"DID YOU SEE THAT?". . ."DRAWS LIKE LIGHTNIN'"!

RED:

I wanted you to see that, Sheriff. I thought maybe it would convince you if I drew first on that other polecat - he'd be at the undertaking parlors right now.

SHERIFF:

(UNCERTAINLY) Well, no - Hinkle said he saw you. . .

RED:

And I called Hinkle a liar. In fact, I'll increase that bid -- I'll make it a dyed-in-the-wool, two-faced liar! . . . And, Sheriff, if you're interested in stopping the rustling south of the river -- ask Hinkle some questions. And if you don't get the right answers, you'd better get some additional deputies, because I think this range is going to be blown wide open!

MUSIC:

__________________(CURTAIN) G-5

(COMMERCIAL, NEXT PAGE)

ANNCR: (CUE) Well! Red really rode into trouble when he rode into that town! He'll be lucky to ride out again with a whole skin! And I wonder how he thinks he can prove Hinkle's connection with the rustling?
But that's a question that will be answered as our story goes on. (# -- #}

BOY:

Hey -- Mr, Gilmore! I got a question I'll betcha you can't answer!

GILMORE:

What's the question, Bobby?

BOY:

How far can you walk on a loaf of bread?

GILMORE:

(EXAGGERATED PONDERING) M-m-m- . . .

BOY:

(EAGER) Give up? Do you, huh?

GILMORE:

Well ? yes! I give up. How far can I walk on a loaf of bread -- LANGENDORF Bread, naturally.

BOY:

Oh, sure. A loaf of LANGENDORF Bread will give you enough energy to walk twenty . . . five miles!

GILMORE:

(VERY IMPRESSED) Gosh! That's a lot of mileage - and a lot of energy.

BOY:

I'll bet I could walk twenty-five miles a day, easy.

GILMORE:

(LAUGHS) Do you eat a loaf of LANGENDORF Bread every day?

BOY:

Just about, I'll betcha. Mom says she never saw anything like the way I go through a loaf of LANGENDORF Bread. Of course, the rest of the family eats lots of LANGENDORF Bread, too. But I eat the most, I betcha. And mom says I can eat all I want, on account of LANGENDORF Bread is so good for me.

GILMORE:

You bet it Is, Bobby. All those extra-fine ingredients that give LANGENDORF Bread that good flavor you like so well, help to build strong, healthy bodies. Enjoy it toasted for breakfast -- put LANGENDORF Bread on the table at every meal -- and try making lunch-box sandwiches with LANGENDORF Bread. They stay freshly delicious longer. Get a loaf of fresh, flavorful LANGENDORF Bread tomorrow. Double your money back if you don't agree -- it's America's Finest.

MUSIC:

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ANNCR: (CUE) And now, back to "Roaring River Renegades", our rootin'-tootin' Red Ryder story. . .
Much has happened since we last left Red and his pals.

With Red's help, the ranchers safely delivered their cattle to the depot, only to be jumped by Gyp Hinkle and his gang, who are now making off with the cattle on a riverboat!
But little do they know, that Red, Buckskin and Little Beaver have cooked up a plan of their own. . . Let's listen...


SOUND:

STEAMBOAT. . .BOAT WHISTLE. . .CATTLE B.G.

GYP:

(CUE) Well, Poley -- how are you enjoyin' your boatride?

POLEY:

I'd enjoy it a lot more if I didn't have a lot of cattle for my fellow passengers.

GYP:

Well, in another couple of hours, when we get the money for them, you'll be able to afford the Presidential suite at the best hotel in town. (LAUGHS) We certainly put it over on that redhead and his friends, didn't we?

POLEY:

Yap, and didn't even leave a trace behind ?

SOUND:

ON-MIKE RICOCHET

GYP:

What the dickens -? Poley! Look! There on the shore!

POLEY:

Gyp! It's them ranchers!

SOUND:

(RECORDED SHOTS START (OFF) WITH OCCASIONAL ON-MIKE RICOCHETS)

POLEY:

Gyp! -- What are we gonna do?

GYP:

(YELLS) Hey, Cap! Get this barge out in the middle of the river, and open her up!

SOUND:

SWISH OF ARROW & FIRE STARTS

POLEY:

(CUE) Gyp! Sufferin' cats! Do you see what they're up to? Besides throwin' lead, they got that little Injun kid shootin' flamin' arrows!! And one of them arrows just landed in that bale of feed and it's caught fire!

GYP:

Why, those dirty. . .! (YELLS) Captain! I don't care if the boilers do blow up! Show us some speed!

SOUND:

BUILD GUNSHOTS, RICOCHETS & FIRE

MUSIC:

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SOUND:

SPLASHING WATER

RED:

(CUE) Come on, Thunder -- keep on swimming! How are you doing. Little Beaver?

BEAVER:

Papoose swim like champion!

RED:

And you shot those flaming arrows like a little champion!
Look at that hay burn! . . . Easy now, boys, we've got to catch those ropes that are hanging over the stern and get up on board.

BUCKSKIN:

I'm a-watchin', Red.

RED:

Okay - (WITH EFFORT) then grab hold and - pull!

BEAVER:

(PULLING) Me pull up now, Red Ryder.

RED:

(SOTTO) Watch it - we're almost up to the deck! (PAUSE) Now --!

SOUND:

FEET HIT THE DECK & START TO RUN. . . FADE IN: CATTLE AND FLAMES

POLEY:

(CUE) (OFF) (YELLS) Gyp! Look out! It's that redhead! He's gotten on board!

GYP:

Why, that. interferin' -!

SOUND:

FOUR LIVE SHOTS

RED:

(RUNS ON) Don't try to pick up that gun!
(YELLS) Duck, Buckskin!

SOUND:

THREE LIVE SHOTS & FIGHT STARTS)

RED:

(CUE) (PUNCHING) And now, Mister cattle broker, we'll just show you what it feels like to be really broken -- broken in two!

SOUUD:

HARD BLOW . . . RAIL SMASHES & BIG SPLASH

BUCKSKIN:

(CUE) Red! You knocked the sidewinder overboard!

RED:

Never mind him, Old Timer. He's so full of hot air anyhow he'll float for hours! What we've got to do now is run this boat into the nearest bank and get off these cattle. Once we get them in their pens - we'll have a couple of nice stone pens for these other cattle we just caught!

MUSIC:

______________(SNEAK IN) G-8

SOUND:

OUTDOORS. . . HORSES. . . DISTANT BOAT WHISTLE

WILSON:

(CUE) Well Red, any time you want a job bossing my ranch, just say the word.

CONNIE:

Don't be silly, Father. Why, a man who can sail a riverboat the way Red did the one with the cattle, can be an Admiral in the Navy.

RED:

I guess you mean the Horse Marines, Miss Connie.
Anyhow, If there are any medals being handed out, Little Beaver sure ought to get one for marksmanship with that bow and arrow.

BEAVER:

(MODESTLY) Me don't want medal, Red Ryder. Me just happy to find chance one time, to help-um you.

BUCKSKIN:

That's what I like to hear - a modest little boy. And just for that, when we get back home, I'm personally a-goin' to buy you a lot o' new arrows.

RED:

Well, we'll never get home standing around here, so long, folks.

ALL:

EXCHANGE "GOOD-BYES"

BEAVER:

Git-um up, Papoose! Git along!

BUCKSKIN:

Back to Painted Valley, Scissorblll.

RED:

Pile after them, Thunder. . . Let's go. . .
R-r-roll, Thunder!

SOUND:

(ANTICIPATE) HORSES START AND RUN

MUSIC:

(SOLID ENDING) D-9

(RED RYDER - STANDARD TUESDAY CLOSING)

ANNCR:

(CUE) Listen again next Thursday, and every Tuesday and Thursday evening, for another adventure of The West That Lives Forever, starring America's Famous Fighting Cowboy -- Red Ryder!

MUSIC:

______________D-9 UP TO FINISH

ANNNCR:

The adventures of Red Ryder are brought to you twice each week by the bakers of the new LANGENDORF Bread - - guaranteed, America's Finest!

MUSIC:

A-3

ANNCR:

(CUE) The role of Red Ryder is played by Brooke Temple. . . Now, 'til Thursday evening, this is Art Gilmore saying, "Good Night" .

MUSIC:

A-3 SWELLS 6 SECONDS FOR FILL & FADES FOR:

ANNCR:

(CUE) This is the MUTUAL DON LEE Broadcasting System.

MUSIC:

A-3 UP 15 SEC TO FILL TO NET