
Original Air Date: January 19, 1947Host: Andrew RhynesShow: All Star Western TheatrePhone: (707) 98 OTRDW (6-8739) Announcer:• Cottonseed Clark Music:• Foy Willing and The Riders of The Purple Sage Exit music from: Roundup on the Prairie by Aaron Kenny...
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Narrator
Foreign.
Andrew Rines
Welcome to the Old Time Radio Westerns. I'm your host Andrew Rines and before we get into this episode I wanted to do a little PSA and remind you that I put out multiple shows a week of Old Time Radio Westerns. You can check them out by going to otrwesterns.com or looking up OTR Westerns on your podcast application of choice. We're releasing over 10 episodes a week so far, about a hundred a month. So definitely want you to check that out again otrwesterns.com and check it out. I also wanted to invite you to check out my sister podcast site otnetcast and that's n e t c a s t so ot n e t c a s t netcast otnetcast.com we're currently releasing mystery genre shows and this is shows like the Shadow Escape, Suspense and the Whistler and we have plans on bringing other shows to the network for you guys to listen to. So it's my non western old Time radio channel that I can kind of do other genres that not only I like but hopefully you would like too. You can check us out by going to otnetcast.com or searching on your podcast app of choice. Now let's get into this episode. This episode is going to be All Star Western Theater. Original air date is January 19, 1947 and the title is Trail City Murder.
Scott C. Clark
The Bakers of Weber's Bread present your All Star Western Theater. From Hollywood comes your allstar Western Theater starring America's great western singers, Boy Willing and the Riders of the Purple Sage in Music, Song and A Story of the Wide Open Spaces. My name is Scott and C. Clark and here are the writers of the Purple Sage.
Narrator
A yippee yay. Yippee yay. At the break of the day I ride along with a song in my heart. On the way I find that all sun angel and that is free. I swear the skies of blue keeps falling down on me. When the sun goes to rest on the rim of the west, the moon above will return and the chapter will burn to the stars above I'll sing them my love with a space black symphony. You'll hear the sweet melodies in the sigh of the breeze and all day long there's a song from the birds in the trees. When the stars come creeping into the sky a lonely prairie lomo sings a lullaby. You hear the call of the wild in the quality guile. You hear them blend at the end in melodious sound. When the edge holds pages we serenade It's A Sage by symphony.
Scott C. Clark
Back in the days of the early west, when the wild frontier had still to be settled, the pioneers had few of the niceties of life that we enjoy today. But one thing they shared in common with modern Westerners was love of good food. That's one reason why Weber's bread is so popular with Southern California families. Weber's bread is good food, well mixed and well baked. Weber's bread has a firm, even texture, a golden brown crust and a distinctive flavor enjoyed by young and old at breakfast, lunch or dinner. Weber's bread appeals to the eye and satisfies the appetite. Next time you go shopping, fry Weber's bread and try it. Your entire family will enjoy Weber's. The Good Red in the Blue Gingham.
Narrator
Rapper.
Scott C. Clark
Let'S ride back through the years with the writers of the Purple Sage as they sing another of those grand memory songs. From their saddlebag, a familiar old western ballad comes Wait For Me, Mary.
Narrator
With thoughts that were far away he took a pen and he started to write Just what his heart had to say Wait for me, Mary Till the world will smile again Till a smile can smile again and a dream's worthwhile again Wait for me, Mary by the moonlit garden gate where my heart and I would wait for you There are certain things I want to show you Little words that I never seen before and I hope that it won't be hard to tell you all the dreams I have in store Wait for me, Mary Till the world will sing again Till I bring my love again to you.
Scott C. Clark
And now let's join our men of the west, the riders of the purple stage, as they go drifting along toward another of their weekly adventures. Suppose we take them back to the old days, say the 1880s, and see what happens when free easygoing fellows become involved in a murder. We find Foy, Al and Jimmy riding toward Frail City. It's rather late at night and they're tired, saddle shore and hungry. And not knowing exactly how much further their destination, they ride up to a lamp lighted ranch house from the hope that they may get food and lodging for the night. Al, who is always elected to do the dirty work, is voted to knock on the door and make the necessary speech.
Jane
Yes.
Foy
Well, howdy, ma'.
Narrator
Am. I wonder if.
Foy
Well, hello.
Jane
Yes, it was that you wanted.
Foy
Well, ma', am, me and my two buddies were looking to get something to eat and to be put up for the night. That is, if he'd let us pay for it.
Jane
Well, I. I suppose so. Just a moment.
Narrator
Bob.
Scott C. Clark
Yeah, Jane, What Is it?
Jane
This gentleman and his two friends would like to put up for the night.
Foy
We'd be mighty much obliged if you could feed us and give us a bunk for the night, friend. We're willing to pay you.
Narrator
Well.
Scott C. Clark
Well, I reckon it'd be all right. Never mind about the pay, though. Be glad to accommodate you.
Foy
We'd sure appreciate it. It's been eight or 10 hours since we've eaten and our horses are mighty tired, too.
Scott C. Clark
We're glad to help. Glad to help. Have your friends come in and we'll stir up some food first.
Foy
Well, thank you. All right, boys, come on in.
Narrator
Good. Right with you.
Jane
I'll get something ready to eat. It won't take me long.
Foy
My name is Slowly and this is Floyd Willing and Jimmy Dean.
Scott C. Clark
Glad to know you boys. My name is Bob Fletcher.
Foy
Good to know you, Bob.
Narrator
Bob.
Foy
Reckon we're lucky to find you folks still up.
Scott C. Clark
As a rule, we don't sit up this late, but my dad is riding in from Trail City and we're waiting up for him. We hate to bother you people like this. Think nothing of it. Now, you must be mighty tired if you've been riding all day. There's a bucket of water and a pan there on the washstand if you want to wash up a bit. I'll put your horses up for you and see if I can pick you up a bunk for the night.
Foy
That's mighty nice of you.
Narrator
Pleasure.
Scott C. Clark
Jenny's getting some grub ready. I'll be back in a few minutes.
Narrator
Man, these.
Foy
These folks are full of nothing but hospitality. Yeah, from all the hospitality they're showing us, you'd think we were long lost cousins or something. I don't get it myself.
Narrator
Gosh. Wanted cold.
Foy
Yeah, especially since we're total strangers. Hand me that towel.
Narrator
Story.
Foy
Yeah, well, you know, as long as we eat and sleep, I'm satisfied though, you know?
Narrator
Yeah.
Foy
Boy, I hope whoever's taking that grub don't keep us waiting. Hey, you ought to see what's getting the grub ready.
Narrator
Man, she's as pretty as a spotted pup under a red wagon.
Foy
Now, wait a minute. Don't go trying to flirt with the man's wife. Oh, I ain't, but that don't keep her from being pretty.
Jane
Boy, get suppers on the table.
Narrator
Wow.
Foy
You just ain't a whooping about her.
Narrator
What was that?
Foy
Oh, nothing, ma'.
Lawyer Simpson
Am.
Narrator
I was.
Foy
I was talking about.
Scott C. Clark
About a spotted pup.
Narrator
I know. Oh.
Jane
Well, I hope you boys don't mind things being cold, but it would take quite A while to make a fire in the cook stove. And I'm sure you're hungry.
Lawyer Simpson
We sure are, ma'.
Narrator
Am.
Jane
By the way, where did Bob go?
Foy
Oh, your husband is putting up our horses hay.
Jane
You mean my brother?
Scott C. Clark
Your brother?
Narrator
Why, yes.
Jane
I have no husband.
Foy
That's wonderful. I mean, that's too bad. Better tighten up your sense there, Willen.
Lawyer Simpson
You're slip a little.
Jane
Well, right now you better eat.
Foy
Yeah, that's the most intelligent thing that's been said yet.
Jane
Then come right into the kitchen.
Foy
Oh, Miss Jane, this grub is nothing short of the best in the West.
Jane
I'm glad you like it. Here, have some more turnip greens.
Foy
Don't mind if I do. You might pass me some more of that there sorghum molasses.
Jane
Yes, here you are. And what can I pass you, Mr. Dean?
Foy
A couple more biscuits already, Dean, you know better than that. Well, I guess you might have. Make it just one more biscuit.
Jane
Now, you eat all of them you want. I wish they were hot.
Narrator
Boy, this here sausage is modifying.
Scott C. Clark
Your horses are cared for and your bunks are ready.
Foy
We don't know how to thank you folk for all of this kindness.
Scott C. Clark
I think nothing of it.
Jane
We're happy to be of help.
Foy
Well, we're going to pay you, of course.
Jane
You do no such thing.
Scott C. Clark
Wouldn't hear to it.
Foy
We sure do appreciate it.
Scott C. Clark
Yes, sir. Also. You boys planning on going to work in this part of the country?
Foy
Oh, well, we hadn't thought much about it. We generally stop off somewhere for a few weeks work. That is, when our money runs low and we ain't too rich right now.
Scott C. Clark
Well, I don't wish you any financial hard luck, but I hope you need work now.
Foy
What do you mean?
Scott C. Clark
I might as well come on, out with it. Guess you men wonder why we gave such a big welcome to three strange men till late at night.
Foy
Yeah, we thought of that.
Scott C. Clark
Well, we need help here on the ranch mighty bad.
Foy
Our hand scarce in this part of the country.
Scott C. Clark
Mighty scarce. I just got back from Granite City a few minutes before you fellas showed up. And dad and Jake Ballard, our foreman, are due in from Trail City most any minute. We've been scouting around for hands all day.
Jane
We have no one but our foreman and Bob left.
Foy
What brought on all of this, Shorty Kelp?
Scott C. Clark
A couple of weeks ago, some prospector supposedly struck gold up at Ore City near the state line, not a couple of hundred miles from here. Everybody and their dogs headed in that direction to get rich quick. A serious problem not only for Us, but for the other ranchers in this section.
Foy
Yeah, I see what you mean.
Scott C. Clark
Maybe I shouldn't have told you boys about it since I want to hire you so bad. But you'd find it out anyway.
Narrator
How come?
Foy
Ballard, your foreman stays?
Scott C. Clark
Well, Jake's been with us since he was a kid almost. You see, Jake's father and our dad were partners in a lot of business deals. And Dad's kept him through loyalty, even made him foreman of the ranch. Which is all right with me because after all, Dad's interests are my interests.
Foy
That's a mighty big ranch, isn't it?
Scott C. Clark
One of the biggest least parts. And being without health presents a mighty serious problem.
Foy
All right, Fletcher, you can count on us. That is for a while.
Scott C. Clark
Oh, that's fine, boys. The pay is 40 and teeth.
Jane
Hey, that must be Jake and Daddy coming now.
Narrator
Bob.
Scott C. Clark
James, something terrible's happened. What's wrong, Jake?
Jane
Where's Dan?
Scott C. Clark
He's in the wagon outside. Well, what's happened? Somebody ambushed us on the way in.
Foy
Bob, your dad is dead. Well, Bob, I know how upset you and Ms. Janie are and we want to let you know that we're going to help you in every way that we can.
Scott C. Clark
Well, thank you, boys. Mighty nice of you. And I reckon there's no need to tell you how badly we really need you.
Foy
Now, Bob, who would have wanted to kill your father?
Scott C. Clark
That's hard to say, Foy. In this country every man is after all he can get. Dad could drive a hard bargain. And to be honest about it, he was cold blooded when it came to business. But I can't think he'd do anything that had warrant a man's killing him.
Foy
Well, just exactly how did Jake Ballard describe the killing?
Scott C. Clark
Well, they were driving along and had just reached Sunset Pass when somebody opened fire and emptied their gun at Jake and Dad. Two of the slugs found their mark.
Foy
It's about all there was to it. Then I believe Jake said he whipped the horses into a fast run toward home.
Scott C. Clark
Yeah, that's right. Trying to figure out the killer is going to be a tough job.
Foy
Well, I hope some will turn up. Let us know if we can be of any help.
Scott C. Clark
No, thank you a lot, boys.
Foy
You know, there's something mighty strange about old man Fletcher's death. Now don't tell us you got it all figured out. Yes, I have. Now ain't that nice? Now you're going to get us mixed up in something that's none of our business. Well, who do you think done it? Jake Ballard either killed him or was in cahoots with the man that did.
Narrator
Are you crazy?
Foy
Ballard was just like a thorn to the old man. Never mind what he was like. Remember when Jake came riding in with the old man's body?
Narrator
Yeah.
Foy
He told Bob and Jane that he drove home, like all get out from Sunset Path.
Narrator
Yeah.
Foy
So what? It's two miles to Sunset Pass, according to Bob. And when a man runs a team of horses two miles, they're going to be sweating like rain and panting like a pump. I think I'm beginning to get you. If you remember when we went out to bring in Fletcher's body, those horses were as cool as a cucumber. They had either been walked from Sunset Path or carried. So what does that prove? It proves that somebody's been lying. The next morning I went out and examined the wagon. There was a bullet hole in a sack of feed and there wasn't any powder burns on it. Nobody shooting from ambush from the side of the road. Could Potter burn that sack?
Scott C. Clark
Right.
Foy
Suppose we just keep quiet on the subject for a few days and keep our eyes and ears open to every move that Jake Dollard makes. But why would Jake kill him? And where would he profit by it? That's what we've got to find.
Scott C. Clark
I got word from lawyer Simpson today, Jane. He's back from the Capitol.
Jane
I suppose he's heard about Dad's death.
Scott C. Clark
Yeah. Yeah. Said he was going to drop out to see us day after tomorrow on some business.
Jane
Maybe he can throw some light on who might have had reason to kill Daddy.
Scott C. Clark
I hope so. Didn't give me a lot of worry.
Jane
The table is ready. You can call the boy.
Scott C. Clark
Okay, Janie.
Narrator
All right, boy, supper's ready.
Jane
Jake said he had something he wanted to discuss with us at supper tonight.
Scott C. Clark
I wonder what's on his mind. Hope he's not wanting to quit.
Jane
Well, come on and sit right down, boys. Everything's ready.
Foy
Thank you, Ms. James.
Scott C. Clark
Hey, if you boys don't mind, right after supper, I have something I'd like to discuss and like to have all you fellas present.
Narrator
Sure.
Foy
We'll wait around, Jake.
Scott C. Clark
Well, Jake, what's on your mind? Bob, I have a letter here and, well, I haven't any idea what its contents are. It was given to me by your father a couple of months before he was killed. He asked me not to open it until the proper time after his death, and then to do so in the presence of you and Jane in witnesses.
Jane
I can't imagine what it's all about.
Scott C. Clark
Neither can I.
Foy
Maybe it'll throw some light on who the killer is.
Scott C. Clark
Well, let us Hope so, Ms. Jane. I'm going to suggest that you break the seal and read it to us.
Jane
I. I'd rather Bob would do it.
Scott C. Clark
All right, Janie. To my dear children, Bob and Jane. I am writing this so in case of my death, there will be no misunderstanding regarding my property. As you know, Jake Ballard's father and I were the closest of friends. After his death, I took his son to raise. I owe John Ballard the credit for all of my success. Therefore, I feel that I am only doing what is right when I ask my two children to share with Jake all of my properties, money and holdings. This is the way I want it to be, and I hope there will be no objection. With deep love and affection, your father, Jim Fletcher.
Narrator
Here.
Scott C. Clark
Bob, I. I don't know what to say to you and Ms. Jane. I. I had no idea that was what the letter was about. It's all right, Jake. That was the way dad wanted it. That's the way it'll be.
Jane
That's right, Jake. I'm sure dad knew what was best.
Foy
Folks, this is kind of a personal thing between the three of you, so I reckon we could be excused now. Sure.
Scott C. Clark
That's all right, boys, and thanks for.
Narrator
Now.
Foy
I'm telling you, there's something powerful wrong about the whole thing. Especially this Jake Ballard. I don't make sense to me. The old man must have written that note all right. Otherwise, Bob and Jane could have told. Well, if you ask me, that's a funny way to leave a will. Yeah, come to think of it, it is. Especially for a big layout like this. Oh, here comes Bob now.
Scott C. Clark
Well, boys, how's things going?
Foy
Fine, Bob. I guess you, Ms. Jane and Ballard have come to an agreement on how you'll operate from here on.
Scott C. Clark
Yeah, that's right. We're going to have lawyer Simpson put everything in legal form.
Foy
This is going to mean quite a lot to Jake, isn't it?
Scott C. Clark
Third interest and a quarter of a million dollars worth of property and money and stock.
Foy
That was mighty nice of your dad.
Scott C. Clark
I can't quite understand it. And I reckon it's all right if he wanted it that way.
Foy
By the way, who is this lawyer Simpson?
Scott C. Clark
He handled all of Dad's business and legal affairs for him. He offices over at the county seat.
Foy
I was just wondering. Oh, by the way, do you mind if we go into town this afternoon? Thought we'd like to stretch our legs a bit.
Scott C. Clark
No, no, it's quite all right. You've gone through enough with us the past few days. Go out and have yourself a good time.
Lawyer Simpson
Mr. Willing. I'll expect you boys to keep this matter very confidential. It's highly irregular to show you such a document as this. But under the circumstances, I feel that I am doing the Fletcher heirs a mighty big favor.
Foy
You can trust us, Mr. Simpson.
Lawyer Simpson
Now, what do you suggest when you.
Foy
Call on Bob and Jane tomorrow? Insist that Jake Ballard be present. Also insist that we're present as witnesses. Leave the rest to us.
Lawyer Simpson
Well and good. I'll see you too, tomorrow afternoon.
Narrator
Right.
Scott C. Clark
I'm glad you came out, Mr. Simpson. There's some legal work we wanted you.
Foy
To prepare for us.
Scott C. Clark
To carry out the wishes dad left in this letter to us.
Lawyer Simpson
Well, we'll get around to that after we discuss some other matters.
Foy
Here comes Floyd with Ballard now.
Jane
I'm glad you asked that Jake be present. After all, he is our partner in business now.
Scott C. Clark
Well, howdy, Lawyer Simpson. How are you?
Lawyer Simpson
Oh, fine, Jake, fine. I'm glad you're present because there are a few things regarding Mr. Fletcher's estate that we should all understand. Oh, sure, certainly.
Scott C. Clark
Of course, you know how I. Well, I feel awful grateful for what dad Fletcher did for me, Lawyer Simpson.
Lawyer Simpson
Naturally.
Foy
Naturally.
Lawyer Simpson
Mr.
Foy
Willing.
Scott C. Clark
Yeah?
Lawyer Simpson
I'd like to ask you and Mr. Sloy and Mr. Dean to serve as witnesses to this meeting and the things that transpired.
Foy
Glad to be of help, Mr. Simpson.
Narrator
Jake. Jake.
Lawyer Simpson
I have examined the letter left in your care by the deceased and apparently it's genuine.
Scott C. Clark
You know, I can't help feeling, Mr. Simpson, that Deb Fletcher. Well, he was a little too liberal toward me. But, of course, if it was his wish, then makes me mighty happy.
Lawyer Simpson
Well, I have here the last will and testament of the deceased which I will read at this time.
Scott C. Clark
The will? I didn't even know dad made a will.
Jane
Neither did I. We had discussed it with him many times and, well, he always told us that such a thing was unnecessary since Bob and I were his only heirs.
Scott C. Clark
Just when. When was this will made, Mr. Simpson?
Lawyer Simpson
About six months ago, Jake. And on my insistence since he had decided to include you in the estate.
Scott C. Clark
But I don't understand why.
Lawyer Simpson
If you don't mind, Jake, we'll explain everything after I read the will. It shortens.
Narrator
As.
Lawyer Simpson
I, James Fletcher, being of sound mind, do hereby bequeath one half of all my earthly holdings and possessions to my daughter Jane and my son Robert. I hope my children will understand my liberal latitude as I provide for Jake Ballard, the son of my good friend and partner. John Ballard deceased. All my success and wealth I owe to the kindness of John Ballard. And I feel justified in having Jake Ballard share my earthly properties, holdings and money. Therefore, I bequeath to him one half of said property.
Scott C. Clark
One half? Hey, this doesn't make sense, Bob.
Foy
It makes mighty good sense.
Lawyer Simpson
I agree with Mr. Willing.
Jane
But why did he write that letter? Since the will was made out, leaving one half to Jake instead of one third?
Foy
Get Jake to tell you why he wrote the letter.
Scott C. Clark
Why are you driving out there?
Foy
You know, Jake, I'm in the dark.
Scott C. Clark
About this thing just as the rest of you are.
Foy
Tell him, Jake.
Lawyer Simpson
Now, look here.
Foy
Then I'll tell him the late Jim Fletcher trapped his own killer.
Scott C. Clark
I don't understand, Troy.
Foy
Let Jake tell you he killed your father.
Scott C. Clark
You're a liar.
Narrator
Don't reach for that gun.
Foy
All right, Jake. Now take it easy. If you try anything else, you're going to get more than just a slug in your hand.
Scott C. Clark
I'm afraid there's some explaining to do here.
Foy
All right, Bob. Jake forced your father to write that letter at the point of a gun. Your father made it look good, knowing that when the real will came to light, it would throw the blame on Jake. He then faked an ambush killing after having shot your father in the back. It's too bad, Jake, that you didn't wait because Jim Fletcher was even more liberal than you forced him to be. Well, I reckon you'll be bragging for the next six months how you track.
Narrator
Down old Jake Ballard.
Foy
Yeah, I reckon it will. Boy Willing, the great cowboy detective.
Scott C. Clark
All right, all right.
Foy
You guys don't have to rub it in. Well, I don't understand why you wanted to leave the Fletcher place.
Scott C. Clark
We could have had a job there.
Foy
As long as we wanted it.
Narrator
A job? Who wants a job?
Foy
I'd been satisfied just hanging around Jane Fletcher myself. Oh, but that wouldn't have made her too happy, I'm afraid.
Narrator
Oh, I don't know about that.
Foy
Well, anyway, We've got over 100 bucks in our jeans. What do we head for? Well, I hear there's a big rodeo next month over at Carson City. Well, we're heading in that direction. Let's go.
Narrator
Let's go. Whing along Heard with the writers of.
Scott C. Clark
The Purple Stage in Today's story were Mr. Joe Granby as Lawyer Simpson, Ms. Helen Gerald as Janie Hard Culver as Bob. Your announcer was the killer, Jake Ballard. Now here is 4 willing and the boys to bring you another of their Western heart songs, the new and popular love ballad Entitled the leaf of Love.
Narrator
The leaf of love is loud Slowly falling like winter storm with rain and snow you grow the heart in one joyous moment believe my love is falling low. I'll never forget at our first meeting. Maybe it was meant to be. I didn't think you'd prove falsehearted and kill your soul Inside of me my story I'm traveling all now where I will let God only know a beam rock along the river it's quiet and deep for where it flow the leaf of love is low it fallen like winters charmed with rain and snow. You broke a heart and in one short moment the leaf of love is falling long.
Scott C. Clark
Well, now, suppose we call on the great cowboy detective himself to tell you what the writers of the Purple Sage are going to sing next.
Foy
All right, you guys can stop that cowboy detective stuff. Okay, Sherlock. We won't say another word about it.
Scott C. Clark
Well, I expect we'd better get back to western music and song.
Foy
Here's one cotton we hope will please the folk. It's an old timer called the Train Whistle Blues.
Scott C. Clark
Well, all aboard. We're listening.
Narrator
When a woman gets a blues she hangs her little head and she cries. When a woman gets a blue blues she hangs her little head and cries. When a man gets a blues he grabs the first train and fly. Every time I see that lonesome railroad train Every time I see that lonesome railroad train it makes me wish I was going home again Looky under, coming, coming down the railroad track Coming back Looky under coming, coming down the railroad track with the black smoke rolling, rolling from that old smokestack.
Scott C. Clark
It used to be that the great cattle kingdom covered vast areas of unfenced rangeland, and the cattleman's closest neighbor might be 50 miles away. Little wonder that strangers riding by were heartily welcomed and provided with food and shelter as a matter of course. That was the beginning of the traditional Western hospitality, for the hostess who serves Weber's bread is certain that her guests and family alike will enjoy its freshness and distinctive flavor. As toast for breakfast, sandwiches for lunch, or in between snacks. And when served with more elaborate meals, Weber's bread is always an enjoyable, substantial item on the menu. Buy Weber's Bread when you go shopping. You'll find it on your grocer shelves. The really good bread in the Blue gingham Rapper. A Song of the west depicting a cowboy's religion comes your way now from the riders of the Purple sage as they blend their fine Western voices to sing Cowboys Heaven.
Narrator
I've been in the battle all day Searching the hills and the valley More cattle that graze away but someday our work will be over and the light on my other shore Laying after my blanket Looking straight up in the sky Watching a white away up there on.
Foy
High.
Narrator
The stars are shining in heaven it seems that they understand. They may be the souls of Galvan who have gone to that conversation Folks.
Foy
This is Boy Willing Again. It's been mighty nice keeping company with you today and we hope you'll all be on hand next week. Until then, from Al Sloy, Jimmy Dean, myself and all of the writers of the Purple Sage. So long and good luck to you all.
Narrator
From Hollywood.
Scott C. Clark
You have heard your All Star Western Theater a VM Bear production starring America's great Western singers, Boy Willing and the Riders of the Purple Sage. My name is Tartan C tw this program came to you from Columbia Square, K MX Los Angeles, the voice of Hollywood.
Narrator
Foreign.
Andrew Rines
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Narrator
SA.
Podcast: Old Time Radio Westerns
Host: Andrew Rhynes
Date: October 27, 2025 (Original Air Date: January 19, 1947)
Episode Theme: Digitally restored broadcast of the "All Star Western Theatre" with the musical talents of Foy Willing and the Riders of the Purple Sage, featuring the dramatic story "Trail City Murder." A classic Western adventure blending music, humor, and a whodunit on the frontier.
This episode transports listeners back to the 1880s for a tale of hospitality, betrayal, and murder on the frontier. The Riders of the Purple Sage, famed Western musicians, star in both musical interludes and the central drama. The story revolves around a murder at Trail City and the ensuing investigation by the humble yet sharp-witted cowboys who stumble into the intrigue.
"Yippee yay. At the break of the day I ride along with a song in my heart..."
([02:31] Narrator, Symphony of the Sage)
"We'd be mighty much obliged if you could feed us and give us a bunk for the night, friend. We're willing to pay you."
([07:19] Foy)
"A couple of weeks ago, some prospector supposedly struck gold up at Ore City near the state line... Everybody and their dog headed in that direction to get rich quick."
([11:22] Bob / Scott C. Clark)
"Bob, your dad is dead... Who would have wanted to kill your father?"
( [12:25] Foy, Bob / Scott C. Clark)
"If you remember when we went out to bring in Fletcher's body, those horses were as cool as a cucumber. They had either been walked from Sunset Path or carried. So what does that prove? It proves that somebody’s been lying."
( [14:44] Foy)
"I have a letter here... given to me by your father a couple of months before he was killed. He asked me not to open it until the proper time after his death..."
( [16:12] Jake / Scott C. Clark)
"I, James Fletcher, being of sound mind, do hereby bequeath one half of all my earthly holdings and possessions to my daughter Jane and my son Robert... Therefore, I bequeath to him [Jake Ballard] one half of said property."
( [21:28] Lawyer Simpson)
"Let Jake tell you he killed your father."
( [22:31] Foy)
"All right, Jake. Now take it easy. If you try anything else, you're going to get more than just a slug in your hand."
( [22:35] Foy)
"A job? Who wants a job? I’d been satisfied just hanging around Jane Fletcher myself."
( [23:32] Foy)
"Here's one cotton we hope will please the folk. It's an old timer called the Train Whistle Blues."
( [26:20] Foy)
"I've been in the battle all day, searching the hills and the valley..."
( [28:57] Narrator, Cowboy's Heaven)
“So long and good luck to you all.”
( [30:53] Foy)
On hospitality:
“These folks are full of nothing but hospitality. Yeah, from all the hospitality they're showing us, you'd think we were long lost cousins or something.” ([08:36] Foy)
On suspicion:
“I'm telling you, there's something powerful wrong about the whole thing. Especially this Jake Ballard. It don't make sense to me.” ([17:55] Foy)
On greed and justice:
“It's too bad, Jake, that you didn't wait because Jim Fletcher was even more liberal than you forced him to be.” ([23:10] Foy)
The episode balances warmth, humor, and sharp wit emblematic of old-time Western radio, mixing light banter (“Now, wait a minute. Don't go trying to flirt with the man's wife!” [09:02] Foy) with genuine suspense and moral clarity. The musical interludes are woven seamlessly, providing a nostalgic backdrop to the unfolding whodunit.
"Trail City Murder" offers all the hallmarks of classic radio Western drama: songs, saddle camaraderie, swift justice, and Western hospitality—all rendered with charm, suspense, and a generous helping of cowboy wisdom. The digital restoration delivers the experience with renewed clarity, making this episode a treat for both longtime fans and newcomers to the genre.