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Old Trapper Sam Sa
Another Robert E. Callahan story of historic Indian trails told by the old trapper Sam Sa. This is the old trapper talking, folks. Now, one day in the early 80s in the state of Arizona, two men quick with gun did things which helped to make the west seem wild and woolly. In order we don't make any friends or relatives of these men feel badly. We gonna call one man, Buck Coleman, a lean and lanky country boy who was very good at playing the fiddle at country dances. The other man we call Domino Dan. He was a tall, chic and gambler. Well, one day Buck Colvin got married to a cute little country girl by the name of Judy Hall. Now the real woman in our story of course had a different name. But we don't want to offend her grandma who is listening in. And our opening scene is Saturday night, a country dance in central Missouri. It you know, a lot of folks had heard of Buck Coleman and Domino Dan. Matter of fact, everybody liked Buck. But nobody had a good word for Dan. And when Buck came home from a dance one night. Where's Judy, Sis?
Sis (Buck Coleman's sister)
Puff.
Old Trapper Sam Sa
Things are gone.
Sis (Buck Coleman's sister)
Well, I don't know, Buck. I don't know.
Old Trapper Sam Sa
Don't store it to me, Sis. Judy is gone. Something told me tonight. I felt it. Where is she?
Sis (Buck Coleman's sister)
She went away, Buck.
Old Trapper Sam Sa
Where to? Who went?
Sis (Buck Coleman's sister)
She left this message on your pillow.
Old Trapper Sam Sa
What did she say?
Sis (Buck Coleman's sister)
I don't know. Here's the note.
Old Trapper Sam Sa
Open it, Sis. Read it, Sis. I can't. Why did she go away?
Sis (Buck Coleman's sister)
Dear Buck, you and I are not naked. I like pretty things, jewels, people. And I'm tired of country life. I am going away with Dan. He loves me. Try to forget me. Goodbye, Judy.
Old Trapper Sam Sa
Love. Love. What does that gambler know about love? I will follow them.
Sis (Buck Coleman's sister)
I will kill them. No, no, Buck, don't say it. Oh, I know what you mean. But you must try to forget.
Old Trapper Sam Sa
Forget? How can I forget? Why should I? I'm going.
Sis (Buck Coleman's sister)
No, no, Buck. Put that gun down.
Old Trapper Sam Sa
For about a week Buck didn't leave the house. He sold his farm. And a year later, with his sister and uncle Cap Hall, Buck was in the panel handle of Texas Punching Cattle. But he hadn't forgotten Domino Dan. And one night about four years later, Buck, his sister Cap hall and his cowhands were sitting around a chuck wagon campfire in the windy country of the Apache Trail in faraway Arizona.
Sis (Buck Coleman's sister)
Wonder who that stranger is.
Old Trapper Sam Sa
Aw, he ain't no stranger, sis. You can tell by the way he horns the saddle. Hi, stranger. How far is it to Frisco?
Cap Hall
Long ways, pard. Won't you like about grub time?
Old Trapper Sam Sa
Thanks, gentlemen, but I don't want to impose on good nature. Oh, tut, tut.
Cap Hall
Tie your pony.
Old Trapper Sam Sa
Git off.
Cap Hall
We're just getting ready for supper.
Old Trapper Sam Sa
Way rather chilly out here, gentlemen. Not like Ohio. Did you say Ohio, partner? Yes. Up in Ohio I am planning on buying a herd of cattle.
Sis (Buck Coleman's sister)
I do like the looks of that fellow, Uncle. Ask him what he's doing out here.
Cap Hall
Ain't no good cowhand. Ain't he, kitten? Ellie, nobody out west ever asked a stranger about his past.
Sis (Buck Coleman's sister)
Well, those black shifted little eyes don't look like any cowhand to me.
Cap Hall
Maybe he's just an Ohio tenderfoot.
Sis (Buck Coleman's sister)
He's too well dressed to be buying cattle.
Cap Hall
Don't be so suspicious, Nellie. You can't judge a fella cause he dresses like a dude.
Sis (Buck Coleman's sister)
Look, he has two big guns sticking out under his coat.
Cap Hall
That don't mean nothing, Nellie. Ain't no law out West. Most everybody carries a gun. Say, you cow musicians?
Old Trapper Sam Sa
Yeah.
Cap Hall
Ain't you gonna welcome our newcomer?
Old Trapper Sam Sa
Sure, Cap. Just been waiting for an invitation.
Sis (Buck Coleman's sister)
How about Golden Flippers?
Old Trapper Sam Sa
Sure. That's our third run. Well, folks, you know, as long as men fight for money and power, there are plenty of men who will fight for honor and love. And that was a kind of fellow Buck Coleman was. You know, Buck didn't sleep any that night. Of course, you couldn't blame him. And when morning broke and breakfast was over, all he could think about was. Well, stranger, I've been waiting four years for this hour. If you are addressing me, you heard me. What is your real name? Henry von Horn. Did you say Von Horn? Yes, Henry Von Horn. I am from Upton, Ohio. You was in Texas one year. In Oklahoma three days. Things got too hot and. What are you talking about? You used to wear a mustache, didn't you? Not me. You have me quite wrong. Yeah, and you have a black mole on the right side of your neck. That's why you wear a wide handkerchief. You mean Domino Dan, the man who took my Judy away? You lie. Take that. You want to fight? Want to fight a duel, huh? All right, we'll do it right now. What kind of gun do you want? Why, anything in camp. What do you want? I'll take your gun so you may taste your own bullets.
Cap Hall
Now, gentlemen, your honor is at stake. Your shooting range, exactly 30ft. You will now turn with your back against each other. When I say go, you will step 15 and halt until I count three. Then you may turn and fire. Do not turn until I count three. This is the code of the Old West.
Sis (Buck Coleman's sister)
Cap. What do you mean? Come away from there. You're liable to be shot.
Cap Hall
Oh, please, please run along, Nellie. Don't get in the way. I'm handling the situation. This is my duty.
Sis (Buck Coleman's sister)
Oh, heaven. Don't you realize what you're doing, Cap? Oh, I can't stand it. I can't stand it. Won't someone stop it?
Cap Hall
Are you ready, Domino Dan?
Old Trapper Sam Sa
I am ready. Hey, Buck. Better not pull that trigger like a fiddle string. That doesn't frighten me a bit. Now is the time for you to pray.
Cap Hall
Are you ready, Buck Coleman?
Old Trapper Sam Sa
I am ready, sir.
Cap Hall
All right. Go forward. One, two, three.
Old Trapper Sam Sa
Oh, but little. Too slow, Buck. Cowman. Oh, God. Well, the gambler was too durned. Quick on the draw. His bullet struck Buck Coleman before the fellow had raised his gun. But you know, friends, as his knees gave way, Buck looked into the cold black eyes of Domino Dan. Then he shot from the hip. And Dan sank down. And both men died with their boots on. You know, when Camp hall went over to view the body of Dan, six bullet holes were within a dollar sized circle over the gambler's heart. Inside his blue flannel shirt pocket, a picture of Judy to be laid beside Buck Coleman in a lonely grave near the old Apache Indian Trail in Arizona. This is the old Trapper folks telling you a story of the past just as it happened in the Old West. I want you to know that all of our stories are woven around some historic event of the old days. And never a single vulgar word, never a single wrong impression is in our minds to create for you who listen through our broadcast. Every one of our programs comes to you with this spirit of the Old west coming to you in this spirit of honesty and sincerity. And as you go on the wind trail of life, remember the old Trapper's story of the old Apache Indian Trail and the Code of Arizona in the days of long ago. I'm saying goodbye as the Indian did. Yo ho, Haukula. Yo ho. Ram. Sam Ram.
Sarah
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Cap Hall
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Podcast: Harold's Old Time Radio
Host: Harold's Old Time Radio (narrated by Old Trapper Sam Sa)
Episode Date: September 10, 2025
This episode of Harold's Old Time Radio features a dramatized tale from Robert E. Callahan's "Historic Indian Trails," narrated by the character Old Trapper Sam Sa. The story, set in the rugged landscapes of the Old West, spins a narrative about love, betrayal, and revenge, following Buck Coleman’s quest across Arizona's Apache Trail after his wife, Judy, elopes with the infamous gambler, Domino Dan. The episode captures the storytelling style and moral themes characteristic of Golden Age radio, promising adventure and authenticity without vulgarity.
Memorable Scene:
At a country dance in Missouri, Buck returns to find his wife gone. Judy leaves a heart-wrenching note, revealing she's run away with Dan:
- "Dear Buck, you and I are not naked. I like pretty things, jewels, people. And I'm tired of country life. I am going away with Dan. He loves me. Try to forget me. Goodbye, Judy." (Sis, reading Judy's note, 04:15)
"Forget? How can I forget? Why should I? I'm going." (Old Trapper Sam Sa as Buck, 04:44)
Memorable exchange as they prepare:
"I am ready, sir." (Buck, 10:17)
Both men fire. Dan’s quick draw mortally wounds Buck, but Buck manages a final shot "from the hip." Both men die, fulfilling the tragic arc.
The episode maintains a nostalgic, earnest, and dramatic tone, using period-appropriate language and narrative devices. The storytelling is direct, sentimental, and moralistic, in keeping with old-time radio traditions, making it immersive for listeners who appreciate tales of the rugged American frontier.