 I ride for the crazy why. Only I've been out in the territory rounding up Mustangs for breaking. Must be one of my buddies. Maybe. You hear tell which waddy got throwed? Uh, some fellow named, um, uh, 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.