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Cisco Kid (0:00)
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Andrew Rines (0:30)
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Cisco Kid (0:50)
Here's adventure, here's romance. Here's the famous Robin Hood of the Old West. Now the Cisco gives in our exciting story. Attackless sheriff. Although Bill McCann, sheriff of Dawson county in the 1870s, was an honest hard working man, he was not popular. Bill McCann was not hail fellow well met. He didn't joke with the boys in the cafe or passed the time of day on the street corners. Quite the opposite. He was a grim, taciturn man of few words who stuck to the business of his office. It is why there were those who wanted him out of office. As our story opens, it is late afternoon. Just before dusk. Two riders out on the range are herding some 20 head of cattle. Seems kind of funny prick to be rustling the boss's cattle. Sure does, Mose. Especially on his own say so? I don't know. But he's got some reason, you can bet on that. Big Jack Hobbs don't do nothing without a reason. Hey, who's this? It's Big Jack. Whoa. Howdy, boys. Just wanted to be sure you got out them cattle. We did, Jack. We're heading them over to Black Canyon like you said. That's what he heard, didn't you, boss? That's right. Just enough so I can afford it to that blasted Sheriff McCann. What's the idea, Jack? I'll ride along a ways with you. Come on, get up. Get up. Get up. The idea is I want an awful lot of rustling done in this valley between now and Lexington time. I want some of my own cattle included. So McCann won't get the speakers of me. You'd be losing money. Ever know me to lose money, Brick? Don't worry. I got it all arranged. To sell the cattle to that trailer. I'll sell the other cattle to rustle him too. What you want to talk up is that the sheriff can't stop the rustling. Huh? That's it, Mose. Best way to get him out of office is for a ranch of rustling to break out in this town. You're sore cause that daughter of his gave you the gold buyer, huh, Jack? That's enough of that. But look, boys. What if the sheriff Gets all these cattle back. And your plan will backfire, won't it? He won't round them up. The dealer will have his riders on hand to drive the cattle out the south end of Black Canyon. Soon as we heard him. In the south end of Black Canyons. Only six miles in the border. Nope. Not a chance of this plan going wrong. Almost get dark now. Cisco and Pancho build a campfire. No. Say, that is a good idea, Pancho. I would help to bring in some firewood. Wood upon the block. Let's walk up there. May we go to the town of Dorsey? Our good friend Sheriff Bill Phantom told me to be sure and call upon Sheriff McCann whenever we're in this county. So we will visit Sheriff McCann. Sheriff find him also say Sheriff McCann not got much to say since true. See, he told us that too. Pile of firewood, fono. So let us eat. Take an arm full. And we wait. Cattle are coming this way. Just why are those cattle moving at this time of day? You sure are smart, Tank Private. Sure is, Rick. I never heard nobody rustle his own paddle. I told you the reason, Mo. And it's a good reason, too. By the beast, you spoke hombre Russell's own carlet. According to what we just heard, that is what that hombre Pontiac is doing the moment does not make much sense to me. Was this German consciousness? He will tell the sheriff about us in the morning, amigo. When we call to see him. Not tell the sheriff tonight. We have nothing important to tell him, Poncho. Unless you are a man wants to rustle his own cattle, he has that right. I would not call that rustling. But let us remember the names we heard, Poncho. Mo, Blick and Jack. There must be something behind all. Morning, Miss kitty.
