‘Colter, I reckon if’n you riled my pa, then you is gonna rile me.’
The interval was bracketed by serials that had the likes of Tom Mix and Jock Mahoney riding the same trail by a more circuitous route, and Horrie’s limited funds would strain to Jaffas and an ice cream each and, if Rosely was with us, a copy of Screen News. After Interval, the stack of dead baddies would be added to extensively in prestigious colour by such screen luminaries as John Wayne, Gary Cooper, Henry Fonda and James Stewart, or perhaps the lesser Randolph Scott and Audie Murphy. The slightly more complex plots were therefore more forgettable and whilst the formula suffered some variations, it was never completely abandoned. Of this monotonous progression Horrie and I never tired.