Cheyenne Takes Over

[first lines]

Marshal Cheyenne Davis:
Well, here we are, Fuzz, five miles out of Rock Creek. It's where we're supposed to look at orders. What's the matter? Scared?

Fuzzy:
Me? No, I ain't scared, Chey.

Marshal Cheyenne Davis:
Sealed orders usually means it's a tough assignment. We'll probably have to stand up to 50 or 60 blood-thirsty cutthroats... but it always makes the job more interesting, huh?

Fay Wilkins:
Where's Cheyenne? What is this?

Bart McCord, Lobos Ranch Foreman:
A trap - and neatly sprung if I do say so myself. Johnson, come here!

Fay Wilkins:
Where is Cheyenne?

Bart McCord, Lobos Ranch Foreman:
He'll be here. Just keep yourself calm; you'll see him.

Bart McCord, Lobos Ranch Foreman:
[to Johnson] Place your men at the windows. You'll make a nice reception committee for our nosy marshal. And see that the lady is made comfortable until her friend shows up.

[Cheyenne has just prevented the fake Dawson from fleeing]

Marshal Cheyenne Davis:
Get a rope and let's tie him up.

[Fuzzy kicks the fake Dawson in the jaw, knocking him unconscious]

Fuzzy:
You won't need to tie him up.

Marshal Cheyenne Davis:
Hey! I'm ordered to take a vacation at the Lobos ranch four miles this side of Rock Creek. Very funny. Come across with the real orders, Fuzzy.

Fuzzy:
You got the real orders. Marshal Conway knew you' kick up a ruckus so...

Marshal Cheyenne Davis:
He tricked me - and you were in on it! Is that right?

Fuzzy:
Now look, you haven't had a rest in three years. You're not going to be any good at all if you keep it up.

Marshal Cheyenne Davis:
I'll turn into a raving lunatic if I have to sit around the Lobos ranch.

Fuzzy:
Oh, it's a nice friendly place. Besides the owner is an old buddy of mine and don't you worry about bein' bored. Let's go.

[last lines]

Rock Creek Sheriff:
Before you go, Cheyenne, I'd like to say one thing. I'm getting kind of old and useless, I guess. Why don't you stay hre and take the sheriff's job?

Marshal Cheyenne Davis:
No thanks. Maybe Fuzzy would like the job>

Fuzzy:
Nosiree! Why, the marshal's office couldn't get along without me. I'm the toughest man they got workin' for 'em. Besides, I'm the best rider they got.

[Fuzzy climbs onto his horse backwards]

Fuzzy:
Hey! Who turned my horse around?