The Legend Well, it musta been way back in Ninety, when a pair of rowdy, two-bit ranchhands got to leave their digital plowin' and go up to the boss wrangler's house for some supperin' and talkin'. Seems that after supper, even though the folks got all leery bout the talkin' that evenin', our two boys got to holdin' their liquor in their usual fashion and ended up strollin' into the boss wrangler's office upstairs. Nobody else seemed to be around so for a while they were wowin' at the boss's newfangled gear, sitting at the boss's desk and even puttin' their spurs up on it, havin' a good ol' time. But pretty soon the boss's deputies came a-runnin', since the boys had tripped some special alarms in the place. Now, after some back-n-forth about who they were and how they weren't in fact the general manager and post head of their workplace as they claimed to be, our boys were escorted off the ranch, and they quite rightly reckoned that the boss would probably be gunnin' for 'em the next day. When all the hollerin' and carryin' on died down the next day, it seemed like no one else at the digital farmhouse really knew what happened. Some said the boss was ready to hang 'em high and had his six-shooter out when the boys' wrangler came in and told the boss that these two-bit rustlers were in fact thirty-two-bit rustlers whose sharpshootin' skills were too important for them to lose at the end of a noose. And since the boss's company was in the middle of building a big polyalloy railroad into the digital frontier, he had to let 'em off easy. Others say that the boss knew that the boys were good and had taken a shine to 'em for their hard work, but that if he didn't make an example of 'em somehow, his law wouldn't count for a hill of bits in his town and there might be a lynchin' over it. Either way, it came down that the boss banned them from ever comin' out to the ranch house for a year, no cotillions, no fairs, no nothin', and if they so much as set foot on that property, there'd be hell to pay. Now there was a lady cowboy who was friends with our two boys, havin' worked the stampedes with 'em, and she thought it was kind of a hoot that they'd been banned from the boss's ranch when by all rights they should have been deader than an optical printer. So she says to herself, if I ever get the hankerin' to start my own shop, I'm gonna call it "Banned from the Ranch." And so it was that one day she set out to start her own place and was joined by the local Chinaman in the business of helpin' to make magic shows happen; the two ranchhands have since grown up and left the farm to be cowboys in their own right; the boss wrangler's company is still makin' new tracks, and all of 'em are doin' what they do best, crossin' each other's paths, tradin' friendly talk, and stakin' their claims on the digital frontier. Banned From The Ranch Entertainment Home Page General Information: info@bftr.com