Dude ranch

‘Is this Scott Lawson's dude ranch?’ soberly inquired the rider of the pinto.

1956, P. G. Wodehouse, 'French Leave', Barrie & Jenkins, London: 1974, p 125. ...I didn't get on very well with my stepmother, so I cleared off and went to America. I was there several years, doing various jobs. I was on the waterfront for a time, and I worked on a dude ranch and went prospecting with a friend of mine in the Mojave desert and ... oh, lots of things. When the war broke out, I was a waiter at a New York hotel.