 I ride for the crazy Y. Only I've been out in the territory rounding up Mustangs for breaking. Must be one of my buddies. Maybe. You hear tell which Y he got thrown? Some fellow named Art Laramie. Laramie? Now that sure is right strange. What's strange that doesn't a week go by without some crazy cowboy breaks an arm or a head or a leg? No, that ain't it. It's just that I'm Art Laramie.