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Judith takes up yodeling and calf roping on her western vacation. All decked out in her dude ranch duds, she has her eye on a cowpoke with a fiddle under his chin. Fabulous in her buckskin-fringed embroidery, she sings like a prairie lark and blossoms like a prairie flower. When Judith strums an A-cord, the fiddler raises his bow and gives her a look that strikes her in the bosom like a tender arrow. Together they render up a sweet love song to the great western sky...
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