Ride 'Em Cowboy Page #2

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Go on, Mr. Mitchell. I wouldn't

dream of hurting your career.

Come on, beat it, will ya? Ruby.

Miss Anne! Miss Anne! Let's

get her into first aid.

We're sorry you got hurt. It's our fault.

Duke and I were running

to hide from the boss...

and I let the cow's husband

out. He means the bull.

Bull, nothin'.

It's a fact.

That's all right, boys.

It wasn't done intentionally.

Tell one of the attendants to

bring up a stretcher. Yes, sir.

She'll be all right. I'll phone

the hospital and make arrangements.

Hospital?

Hospital?

I've gotta ride in the finals

tonight. Out of the question, miss.

That may be only a sprain, but

I'll have to x-ray to be sure.

The next event,

ladies and gentlemen,

the finals of the women's

trick-riding contest,

America's greatest cowgirls

risking life and limb...

for that grand prize

of $ 10,000.

Can I come in?

Hiding from

your public?

No, and thanks to you

I still have one.

I wanted to tell you how

sorry I am that you got hurt.

Any girl would gladly sacrifice her life

to save the great Bronco Bob Mitchell.

Everybody tells me that you'd have

been a cinch to win that $10,000 prize.

You'd make me feel better

if you'd accept this check.

I wasn't sure about the spelling of

the name, so I made it out like that.

What's the matter? Afraid that I'll

tell someone you're a four-flusher?

I wouldn't dream of disillusioning

your public, Mr. Bronco Bob Mitchell.

Now, take your check

and get out of here.

Did I just give the works

to that Martin Manning!

I made him admit you operated

that horse like it was a kiddy car.

How 'bout the girl?

She'll be all right.

You fixed everything?

Yeah, I fixed everything.

That's kind of a tough break for

her. Her old man runs a dude ranch.

It meant a lot of customers

if she'd won this championship.

Dude ranch? Where? Who cares where?

You're going to Connecticut

and start that new story.

I'm gonna

finish this one first.

Come on, let's

get out of here.

That boy's worried. What

makes you think he's worried?

I don't know. He must be. Why?

He just threw away a check

for $10,000. Ain't I unlucky.

It wasn't

made out to me.

Who was it made out to?

Some guy named "cash. "

- Why, you...

- Hey, you fellas.

The boss!

Come on!

Let's hide in

this dark tunnel.

Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!

Quiet! Don't let them

know we're up here.

Ow! What do you mean?

They know I'm here.

Ooh! Ooh!

You!

This goes too.

Let's load

the next one.

Hey, boys, you...

Anybody in there?

Nobody but us cows.

Thanks.

Wait!

Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah!

Ow! Ow! Ow!

What's the idea?

Oh! Whoa!

Hey, it's a cow!

Hey, what are

you guys doing?

We wanna talk to you!

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