I doubt that there's a red-blooded American boy who hasn't at one time or other said he'd
like to have lived back in the days of the frontier. Now, whether we would really do it
if we had a chance is another matter. But at least we'd enjoy dreaming of a great part of
our heritage, the Old West. Colorful, fantastic, sinister, deadly, all of this was part of the
good old days. In our story today, I'm going to take you back part way to the days of the frontier
where we have a man living near Naughty Pine that's as much a part of those adventurous times as
Buffalo Bill or General Custer. Let's say we'd better get into our story. Its name, Skinner Raises
a Storm. There go twelve mules pulling two large wagons full of a special sand used by the Mountain
Refining Company to make a particular kind of glass. Twelve fine mules driven by their burly
master, Skinner McNeil. Skinner is a picture of the Old West. He's a medium-sized stocky man in his
retiring years. His clothes are typical mule Skinner duds and he wears big hobnail boots so
he can anchor himself on the wood footrest of the lead wagon to drive his beloved mules. Let's join
Skinner as he pulls up to the unloading chutes at the refinery. Hey Skinner, the boss wants to see you.
Okay Barney, after I get the mules bedded down for the night. The boss wants to see you right now,
Skinner. Okay, okay. Keep a hold of your suspenders. What's he want? I don't. What's all this being
fired up and hurry about? I'll go see him. Watch my mules, will you? Sure. They ain't going no place
after the work they done all day. You talk like an Injun too long in the sun and critters of mine are
just getting warmed up that their perspiration is just like oil to them fellows. Make some work
better. You better stop jawing and go see the boss. Okay, okay. Got something to say to me,
huh? Yeah, Skinner. I'm a-waiting. Skinner, you see these figures here on this sheet of paper? Sure,
I ain't blind. You know what they mean. Me? You know I ain't had much learning. All I can do with money
is counting. These figures mean that the the mules gotta go. What? You heard me, Skinner. The mules
are through right now. Well, I'll be a cross-eyed sidewinder. You mean to tell me you're gonna
fire my mules just like that? Yep. Unhitch them, bed them down for the night. I've got a man coming
to buy them in the morning. You ain't gonna do no such thing, boss. Them's my mules too. You paid
for them, but I've driven them for nigh on the 15 years. Your dad gave me his word that I'd ever
say so when time came to stop using them. I've heard about pole cats like you, but Skinner McNeil
ever thought he worked for one. Why, every load of sand has their sweat and muscle in it. They worked
for your heart and never said a better word. This is like sneaking up on them and scalping them.
Are you finished? What are you gonna haul sand with? Buckets? Two diesel trucks. I don't see anything
funny. Those two trucks will be less expensive than the mules by far. Yeah, well, let me tell you
something. The mules hauled sand for your dad when you was knee-high to a fence post. And he made
money. You've got a lot to learn, boss. Too bad your dad didn't live long enough to teach you.
Besides that, he gave me his word I could take care of these mules. He may have said that. Seems
like he did, but it wasn't in writing. I'm the boss now and I'm trying hard to respect your years
of service, but don't push me too far. I'm ramrodding this outfit and don't you forget it for one minute.
I can't. You won't let me. I'll tell you another thing. Anybody who'd sell them critters after they
work so hard ain't human. Skinner, don't push me too far. I'm warning you. Ha! You ain't got what it
takes to fire me, but you can fire poor, helpless animals that have done fine for you. Why, your poor
dad would turn over in his grave if he knew this. You're fired! Now get out! Men and mules are in the same class of
varmints as far as you're thinking. Well, you can't fire me, because I quit and I'm taking the mules with me.
Don't you dare touch those mules. Hey, get up in there! Brownlee, hit that collar! Skinner, stop that wagon!
So, now you got yourself a shooting iron, eh? Well, that ain't gonna stop me no how. You try to drive those mules and I'll
show you how this gun will stop you. I ain't gonna let no young whelp like you sell my mules to the glue
factory. Hey, hey! Stay away from that gun or I'll give you more of the same. We'll see about that. You're getting what you should have had done to you a long time ago. You're gonna get the whipping of your life.
I'm not through with you's yet, Skinner. Come on, you long-eared varmints, get moving!
Maybe I'm seeing things, but do you see what I see coming down the street? You see plenty fine stuff, Dumpney. There are 12 mules and two wagons coming down Main Street.
That must be Skinner. What's he doing in town this time of day? It's getting dark.
It's Skinner, all right. Must be hiding under the collar the way he's cracking that pole whip over the heads of his mules.
Hey there, Skinner! This ain't Sunday afternoon. How come you took a ride this time of day?
For a good reason, Stompy. I got fired for my job and I took the mules with me.
Well, them ain't your mules. Maybe they ain't, but I was going to sell them at the glue factory because they ain't gonna use mules no more.
I mean, the critters got thrown out together. You don't say! You're joking, are you, Skinner?
No, Henry, I sure ain't. What you plan to do in town with mules? Put them up over the stable, that's what.
What's Hal gonna do about this? I don't know, I don't care. First, he's gotta lick his wounds and then he can try what he's a mind of.
What do you mean, he has to lick his wounds? You don't look like you'd been in a fight.
Well, Hal threw down on me with a shooting iron, so I took it out of his hands with my whip and then gave him the tenon of his life.
With the whip? Why, I show him.
I don't think he should have done that, Skinner. He can get into a lot of trouble now.
And here it comes, right now.
Skinner, Skinner, don't you try to get near that whip or I'll shoot your hands. You're under arrest.
What for?
Stealing twelve mules and two wagons, assault and battery with a deadly weapon, and I have the warrant right here in my pocket so don't start nothing funny.
I've handled tougher mules, Skinner, than you or the likes of you.
Uh, and what about my mules?
Well, I'll go along with you over to the stables and then take you in. Climb aboard and let's get going. Ben, leave that whip alone.
Climb aboard the wagon, fellas. We'll see what this is all about.
So, you couldn't take the beating you had coming like a man, eh?
Be sorry you used your whip on me.
Why, you ornery polecat. Pat, you know what he told me? Said two of them there trunks do more hauling than my mules.
He's just going to throw us all out after we worked hard all these years.
Any man that would treat mules the way he's going to, ain't he one?
He showed ought to be tarred and feathered and rid of a ton on a rail.
Sell them to the glue factory over my dead body. His dad gave me work.
I didn't say we were going to take them to the glue factory.
Who are you trying to fool? Those mules are too old to sell as work critters.
They got lots of work left in them, but nobody'd want to buy them at their age.
Besides, they need to be well took care of. They got feelings too, you know.
Your dad said...
Skinner, why don't you admit it? You're about ready for the glue factory yourself.
Get him out of here before I tear him to pieces. Get him out of here.
You better go, young feller.
Be at the judge's chambers in the morning. He wants to have a pre-trial conference on this thing.
Hal.
Yes, Bill.
Don't you think you're being a little harsh on the old feller?
I don't see that it's any of your business.
Hey, here, you young maverick. Don't go running off at the mouth like a cheap faucet.
It certainly is our business. I've known Skinner for many a year.
Just don't kick old employees around like an old sack.
As for selling the mules to the butcher, well, I ain't proud of what I think of you for that.
I still say it's none of your business.
I'm in business, and if something isn't making money for me, out it goes.
Mr. Skinner's right. You aren't human.
Henry, watch your tongue.
Not sorry, Bill. It's the truth.
Why, you have Skinner arrested. You're not able to talk to him?
You ask him about that. I haven't got time to stand around and make idle talk.
Go on.
What? He sure is a cold cake of ice.
You said it, sonny. But one of these days, somebody's gonna throw him out with a blowtorch.
Pat, you're the arresting officer, I presume?
Yes, Imel. I mean, Your Honor, I am.
Ah, did the defendant give you any trouble?
No, sir, not in the least. He acted like a gentleman.
Why didn't you try to resist arrest, Skinner?
Why should I, Judge? He's a peace officer doing his duty.
Besides, I wasn't mad at him, no how.
Just at that miserable young pole can over there that had me thrown...
That'll be enough, Skinner.
Your graphic description of Hell's personality is your own personal opinion
and has no bearing on the case.
Yes, Judge.
Now, what do you have to say to Hell's accusations?
How's that?
Hell charges you with stealing his mules and beating him with a bullwhip.
Is that true?
About stealing the mules, I'm not so sure, Judge.
I was whipping him, yes, sir, within an inch of his life, just like I promised.
Why don't you think he's right in charging you with stealing the mules?
Well, first of all, his dad gave me his promise I could stay with the mules
even after they was too old.
And second, because he wants to sell them to the butcher
after all the years they've worked for him.
Those long-eared critters are all I got.
We've worked together for 12 years.
I ain't about to let this money-hungry man do away with them
just like they was old junk.
I see.
Hell, I've sat in these chambers for many years
and I have listened to many cases similar to this.
It's my opinion that you provoked the attack upon yourself
by inconsiderate action on your part.
Evidently, there was a verbal agreement of some kind.
You should have taken care to honor it.
You, Riles Skinner, be on self-control until all he could think of
was to stop you in the only way he knew how.
Because you were going to destroy his beloved mules
who have so faithfully worked for him and you all these years.
If the animals were sick, I'd agree that they'd be destroyed
as the only humane thing to do.
But to sell good animals to the butcher
because you can't afford to keep them around
isn't the answer, my dear fellow.
That agreement wasn't in writing.
I say the law says Skinner's to be punished
for stealing what he doesn't own and for assault with a deadly weapon.
Since he's an expert with that bull whip, it is a deadly weapon.
Isn't that correct, Your Honor?
Yes, the law distinctly states it as you've cited it.
Well, then I don't see what the delay is, Your Honor.
Send the man to jail and I'll be off with my stolen property.
Are you telling this court how to meet out justice?
Well, no, sir, I... Well, but it seems to me...
Now let me tell you something for your own good, young man.
We have judges just for cases like this.
Skinner wasn't trying to steal the mules.
He tried to protect them.
Skinner was wrong in beating you.
You were equally wrong or perhaps more so
for provoking him to such violent and hasty action.
Skinner, I'm afraid, and you're going to have to realize
that trucks can do more work than mules.
That ain't so, Your Honor. You're a lawyer.
That ain't so, Your Honor, and you know it.
How can you say things like that about mules?
I know, Skinner, I've watched you work those mules
and it thrilled me to see the power and the strength they have.
But they still can't beat trucks.
And hell, that's a good business point.
The mules cost more money for upkeep than the trucks
and they can't do as much work.
That ain't true, Judge, and I can prove it.
All right, I'm going to give you the chance to prove it.
And if you do, I'll reduce sentence on the charges.
If you can't prove that your mules are better than trucks,
then I'll have to pronounce the regular sentence.
What do you say?
Well, that's okay with me.
And thank you for being so sensible.
What about the steel in charge, Your Honor?
Well, that we'll have to investigate.
And if your father did make a promise of some sort,
we'll have to consider it at the trial itself.
But Skinner wouldn't have taken the mules
if you hadn't told him they would come to harm.
You know that.
Well, I suppose I do.
But regarding the charge of assault with a deadly weapon,
you have to learn, Skinner,
that you can't take the law into your own hands,
no matter how angry you get.
That's what we have Judge and jury for.
I can understand why you whipped Hal,
and I hold that he drove you to it.
But I cannot allow you to be Judge and jury,
or we'd have chaos.
Bill.
Yes, Your Honor?
Stumpy.
Yes, Judge?
I am appointing you two gentlemen
as referees in this contest.
And it'll run for two weeks after the trucks arrive.
Is that agreeable with you?
Oh, yes, Judge Wilson, it is.
I'll be glad to do it.
So will I, Your Honor.
Thank you.
Skinner, you're free to go.
And we'll meet here two weeks after the trucks arrive.
Yes, Judge, I'll be there.
But where will I keep the mules now?
Well, that's a good question.
Hal, will you allow Skinner
to keep the mules in your company stable?
Or will it be necessary for me
to issue a court order putting the animals
in temporary custody of the court
and stable them here in town?
It'll be all right with me
to keep them in the company stables.
Thank you.
Skinner, you jumped off a cliff.
How's those, Stumpy?
Why, anybody knows that trucks cannot work your mules.
Trucks don't get tired.
I don't agree with that, you old walrus.
You don't know the road to the sand pits like I do.
One of them smelly trucks is going to have it pretty rough.
You've been with them mules years so long,
you're just as stubborn as they are.
How's about you fellows coming over to the stable with me?
I want to show you my mules.
Best long years you ever saw.
I'd like to go.
Oh, me too.
Now, what are we waiting for?
Aye, let's get them mules hitched up and going.
That there is a Big Jim.
He's the finest mule in the West.
Big Jim sure is fine looking.
You must spend hours curing and rubbing them down.
Yeah, sure do, Henry.
These are my boys, all of them.
Boy, they sure look like a million dollars.
I'll say they do.
They're in the thinker condition all right.
Anybody can see they've had good care.
You know, I can walk right in next to any one of these big long-eared rascals
and they won't even try to kick or crowd me.
Well, that tells me you handled them gently and they trust you.
Aye, you ever hit them with a bullwhip?
No, never have, Gray Wolf.
Comes close but never touches.
Which one is the lead mule?
Sandy here.
I team him with dynamite but Sandy's the boss of the whole team.
They follow him like a hound dog after a pork chop.
Yep, Sandy keeps the ball rolling.
He better hit the ball in this contest or you'll be up a tree.
Don't worry about that, Stumpy.
These mules will show the whole world what real power is.
I'm telling you, Fred, this is going to be something to see.
It sure sounds like it.
Gotta make front page for the paper.
Maybe you ought to sort of announce the time of the contest beforehand
so folks can be there to give Skinner a send-off.
That's a good idea.
Don't you worry, old-timer.
I'll give your old friend Skinner plenty of spread on the sheet.
Thank you, Fred. I appreciate that.
Don't mention it.
You know, of course, that he doesn't stand a ghost of a chance
against those two diesel trucks.
Sure, I know he can't beat the trucks.
But I'll tell you one thing.
What's that?
Them trucks are going to know they're in a fight.
And I don't mean maybe.
Well, how so?
Have you ever seen Skinner and his mules hauling sand?
No.
Well, then you'd better be there with your glasses on, sonny,
because you're going to see something that'll leave you a thrilling memory for years.
I don't know if folks find out about this.
Little bird must have told them.
You ready, Skinner?
Yep. They're ready for a long time.
You understand the rules?
Yep.
All right. Quiet down, folks.
Now, men, the mules and the truck will start together.
The first one to the road to the sand pits takes the lead.
Are you ready, driver?
Yeah, I'm ready.
All set, Skinner?
Yep.
Skinner's got the edge of the truck.
Look at that fuel. Let's go.
Skinner's taking the lead.
He'll be first in the road.
Hey, look. Skinner first in the road.
That a boy, Skinner.
Yippee!
Woohoo!
Boy, look at that crowd.
There must be several hundred people here.
More than that, pal.
Look down the road all the way to the turn.
You're right. I didn't notice them.
Look at the news photographers and the reporters running around here.
Ah, this big story, human interest.
This put Hal's company on map.
I'll say it will.
Looks like the crowd's gonna stick around for the first load to come back.
Here comes Skinner, and he's in the lead.
Look at that mule's pull.
Sort of makes me eyes water to watch them beautiful animals work so fine in a team.
Hey, look at them, look at their colors.
Every last one of them is pulling with all he's got.
Why, it's slight for sore eyes.
I not forget this for a long time.
They're magnificent, all right.
The tide will change when the unloading comes.
Man, look at that teamwork, would you?
Look at Skinner handle them.
Oh, Skinner looks pretty silly right now.
That truck came up and dumped his load before Skinner had the mules on hitch so they could
dump the wagons.
Well, the truck will be almost to the pits by the time the mules get moving.
I think this contest is a lot of foolishness.
You do, huh?
I sure do.
And don't tell me Skinner didn't know it.
Well, there isn't a drop of love or consideration in you.
If there was, you'd realize that Skinner's so fond of those mules that he'd never lose
the contest as long as the animals did their best for him.
A lot you know about business.
You've got to be hard and tough to make a profit.
That's where you're wrong.
I have a hundred men under my command, sometimes as many as a thousand or more when we're
fighting a fire.
Let me tell you that I wouldn't have held my job without showing love and consideration
from my men.
Yes, I've got a sharp pencil to figure expenses and I have a budget to run my district on.
But I learned one thing a long time ago.
If I hit the ball for my men, they'll more than pay me back, and I can prove that.
And I don't know how you can get anybody to work for you when you look at them with dollar
signs in your eyes.
Again, I say it's none of your affair how I run my business.
That's true in some respect.
But you happen to be stepping on our toes right now by hurting one of the finest of
the old timers around here.
You'd have so much business, you wouldn't know what to do with it if you'd mix in a
strong helping of human understanding and sympathy.
Do you know why the newspapers picked this up and so many people came here today?
Eh, just nosy, I guess.
Not on your life.
They came here because they realized that Skinner is fighting for more than just to
win the contest.
He's fighting for decency and understanding that rightfully belongs to these men of the
old west.
He's the fading light and courage of the old west.
He represents the passing of an era that helped build this great country on democratic
principles.
Now he's fighting for all that the best way he knows how.
And he's fighting to win.
That's rich.
He'll never win and you know it.
He'll win this contest, Hal, and he'll win it good.
You must be nuts.
Well, you know he won't win.
He can't beat the trucks.
Nevertheless, he's going to win.
Well, I guess I'm awful dumb.
Suppose you tell me, Mr. Genius, how he's going to win.
Did you hear the crowd boo the truck when it came in?
Yeah.
Well, Skinner, the contest is over.
Did you win?
No, but it ain't the mule's fault.
They're good critters and they gave all they had.
It's his fault.
He wouldn't have won if it weren't for them smelly trucks.
Them trucks, you know, don't get tired like my mules do.
They're just noisy, smelly machines.
You tell them, Skinner.
Another outburst like that, Mr. Jenkins, and I'll ask you to leave this chamber.
I apologize, your honor.
Very well.
Skinner, I gave you your chance to escape punishment for the bull whipping you gave Hal.
You lost the contest.
So now in the trial, I'm going to send you to jail for a while.
I agree to that, Judge.
You can send me to jail.
Just promise me that my mules will get well took care of while I'm in the calaboos.
I'll take that under consideration, your honor.
May I say a few words?
Yes, go right ahead.
If Skinner will apologize before the court, I'll withdraw the charges.
Maybe sending him to jail would be too harsh.
It seems well, I guess I did provoke him to do what he did.
Oh, I'd apologize.
But I'll do more than that.
Me and the mules will make money for you.
How do you figure that, Skinner?
Well, did you notice all those people who came to see the mules?
Yes.
Well, there's one of them 100 year shindigs coming up pretty soon.
Yeah, the centennial.
Well, I figured I could fix the wagons up like it was fresh bought and polish the harnesses
and drive them in the shindig.
We could put a great big sign on them wagons showing the name Mountain Refining Company.
I think it would sure make folks sit up and take notice of the company,
like that big crowd that was out to the contest.
You mean we should use the mules and the wagons as an advertising and publicity stunt?
Yep, that's what I said.
Of course, Stumpy, give me the idea.
Now, Skinner, you promised not to say that.
I never gave that a thought.
I think it's a good idea.
And it would work fine.
And Skinner, I like the idea too.
I think it's excellent.
You're one of the last of the fighters of the Old West.
You don't know when you're licked and you keep on fighting just the same regardless of the odds
and eventually you come out on top.
That's the kind of spirit that built this country.
I have a mind to dismiss this case and throw it out the door when it comes up for trial.
Thank you, Judge Wilson.
You're a man after my own eyes.
You won't have to do that, Judge.
I withdraw all charges.
You know, this worked out just as Bill told me it would.
Oh, then what did he tell you?
Well, he said Skinner would lose the contest but win the fight.
And that's just what happened.
Skinner and his mules became the trademark and traveling symbol of the Mountain Refining Company.
Skinner raised quite a storm and after the storm blew over, the sun came out
and it was a beautiful day.
Well, see you next week for more Adventure with...
Ranger Bill!