So what happened to the fiery horse with the speed of light, a cloud of dust and a hearty heigh-ho Silver?

Well, I'll clue you on one thing, pilgrim. His rider sure as hell ain't bucking around with no broncos at Trouty's Dude Ranch as the title and packaging of this video suggests. Sorry, no masked man or faithful Indian companion here, unless you want to count Keisha (which the credits don't) who has certain exotic features about her but hardly of the teepee variety.

What we get, sans mask, is a dumb plot about a trio of dames spending a three-day weekend at a dude ranch. Only there's no guys, and this mini-vacation is becoming as much fun as an autopsy. But thanks to Keisha, who's got a vivid imagination, buckeroos Jerry Butler and Rocky Rio (who sounds like an ice cream) are conjured up via the power of suggestion. "Oh, that power of suggestion," rants Sheri St. Clair and Tami Lee Curtis every time their crotches develop saddle ache.

Oh, that power of suggestion. Imagine this as a good video.