Rawhide (1959–1965): Season 1, Episode 11 - Incident of the Coyote Weed - full transcript
A band of Mexican bandits send a spy to join the cattle drive and poison the drovers with coyote weed so they can swoop in and steal the herd.
Hyah!
?Rollin', rollin', rollin'?
Keep movin', movin', movin'?
Though they're disapprovin'?
Keep them dogies movin'?
Rawhide?
Don't try to understand 'em?
Just rope 'em, throw,
and brand 'em?
Soon we'll be livin'
high and wide?
My heart's calculatin'?
My true love will be waitin'?
Be waitin'
at the end of my ride?
Move 'em on, head 'em up,
head 'em up, move 'em on?
Move 'em on, head 'em up,
rawhide?
Cut 'em out, ride 'em in,
ride 'em in, let 'em out?
Cut 'em out, ride 'em in?
Rawhide...?
?Rollin', rollin', rollin'?
?Rollin', rollin', rollin'...?
Hyah!
Hyah!
Rawhide...!?
Hyah!
Pushing cattle
up the Sedalia Trail
is a thousand miles
of aching bones
and deep madness.
You lose a lot of men.
Some men never make it.
Sometimes you don't
rightly think
a man was ever born who could.
Well, men fool you sometimes,
especially on a cattle drive.
I ought to know.
My name's Gil Favor,
trail boss.
Wake up, kid.
Oh.
A steer just got
over that hill.
I didn't see him.
Got to keep your eyes open
if you're going
to be a good drover.
I'll get him.
Rowdy!
Kevin?
Rowdy, get Mr. Favor.
There's a dead man.
I-I was looking for
a stray, Mr. Favor.
Anything on him?
Any identification?
Nothing.
But look at
his forehead.
It's like
branding a steer.
Whoever hanged him
put their mark on him.
The letter "S."
Hold a minute, Rivera.
You make something
out of this?
This is the first time
you move through
this country?
Hey, you knew
that when you signed on
at Deer Crossing.
I think, Mr. Favor,
you do not need me anymore.
What's the letter "S" got to do
with your running out?
There is a man named Sanchez.
You would not
have heard of him.
What you call a puma...
one who strikes at night?
Silent, deadly.
Marauder?
S?.
He is a marauder, this Sanchez.
I know these things because
it is well known
by those who travel
through this country.
Sanchez- he kills and tortures
to get what he wants.
Gold, cattle, women...
sometimes
children.
None of it
is nice.
They say when a man
double-cross him...
that is what
happen to him.
That is never nice
to look on, Mr. Favor.
Let's move on.
You and Roy get
some rocks
over that body-
big ones.
Me, Mr. Favor?
Let's get back
to the herd.
We've wasted enough
time already.
Say, boss, um... why don't
you let me stay, huh?
Give him room
to learn in.
Yeah, but it's...
you, know, it's his
first time out, and...
Then don't rob him
of his chance
to stand on his own legs.
Somebody's
got to do it.
Afraid of something?
No. No, sir.
We're almost finished.
One more bag.
Rivera... aren't we
going to say something
over the grave?
What do you
want to say?
Well, when a man dies,
you usually say
something, don't you?
Maybe you want
to say something
because you're scared.
This the first time
you ever see
anything like this, boy?
Sort of.
This, uh, Sanchez-
you think he's
still around?
I mean, do you think
he's going to give
us any trouble?
Quien sabe?
Sanchez can give
anybody trouble.
Yeah.
Rest in peace, mister.
What do you want?
Nothing.
Just getting
some more rocks.
Will you stop
looking back.
They haven't caught
up yet, have they?
You watch out
for the cattle
as much as you
watch out for Evans
and we'll get done.
I'm not wet nursing
him, Boss.
You're not?
I-I just figured
he was scared.
You know, hearing
about Sanchez back there.
No one else was.
Well, now, just
because you weren't...
I've been meaning
to ask you-
how come you weren't
scared back there?
You know, we're moving
a lot of beef here now.
You learn after awhile,
you don't scare men
any more than
you scare cattle.
Not if you want to
keep them moving
in a straight line.
Like comin' home,
ain't it?
Hyah. Hyah.
How'd you make out?
Just fine, Mr. Rowdy.
How many times
do I have to tell you
to stop calling me mister?
Yes, sir.
I guess I'll learn
one of these days.
Like herding
cattle.
Say, I want to ask
you something.
What?
What is this
stuff, Rowdy?
Where'd you get this?
Back where we buried that dead
man this morning. Why?
You don't want to go
picking this.
This is coyote weed.
This will kill
you and cattle both.
Don't let Mr. Favor
catch you with this, understand?
Hey, Rowdy.
Get on that drag.
It's falling off.
All right.
Great.
You see them riders?
They're all
around us.
I just saw
four more of them
back past the point
about a mile.
They bother you, Pete?
I haven't forgotten
the story Rivera told us
this morning about Sanchez.
You start forgetting
it then.
You'd better talk
to the men.
Who told them
to slow up?
They're not slowing up,
they're stopping.
They want to know what
we're headed into.
What's going on here?
Who are the men
in the hills?
Is that why
you stopped the herd?
Are you getting edgy because
somebody is up in the hills?
There's another bunch.
Look, Mr. Favor,
we got a right
to know what's
facing us-
what's ahead of us.
We all know what Sanchez
did to that man hanging...
There's a bandit out there
with a gang of cutthroats.
His name is Sanchez,
and we've seen
ten of his men.
Maybe there's
a lot more than that.
Looks like they're after us-
waiting for a chance to take us.
You know what he's capable
of doing to a man.
Hanging him upside down,
burnin', brandin' him.
He wanted you
to see that.
Wants to scare
you off,
make you run
like rabbits.
I hired you to drive cattle.
You want to live forever,
you should have stayed
where you come from.
Now, you know
what's out there-
what's ahead of us.
We can't attack them-
they're all around us.
We have to wait
for them to make
the first move.
Now, if anybody wants
to go back,
let him speak up now.
I'll pay off any man
that wants to leave.
All right, who's leaving?
Nobody said anything
about leaving, Mr. Favor.
Well, then
get back to work.
Well, what about you?
Hyah.
They don't look
so scared anymore.
There's nothing wrong
in them being scared.
You just got to keep
them from thinking about it.
Hey, Rivera,
I've been meaning
to ask you somethin'.
Si?
Why'd you pick that coyote weed
this morning back at the grave?
You know how poisonous
they were, didn't you?
Mr. Favor's sure going to raise
ned he knew you did that.
You tell him this?
No. I'm just asking you.
It is the custom of the Mexican
to use the weed
for taking infection
from a wound.
I have a bad arm
from a horn scratch.
Hey, that's pretty good.
That's somethin' I didn't know.
Coyote weed for poultice, huh?
I'll sure remember that, Rivera.
You'll make a trail drover yet,
boy.
Yeah. Hyah!
You hurt, boy?
No, I'm all right.
Ooh!
I guess my saddle
slipped, Mr. Favor.
When was the last time
you checked that saddle?
You got a loose cinch.
Now, you want to stay alive,
you keep your gear in shape.
I fell, too, boss.
Not 'cause
you were careless.
Get back to the herd.
Yes, sir.
I guess you just got
a bad twist.
You stay off that leg
for a couple of days.
Yes, sir.
I think we ought to get goin'.
Hand him over
to Wishbone.
Right.
You all right?
Yeah.
I don't want to work
for the cook.
You hear anybody
ask for you?
You do what Mr. Favor says.
You tryin'
to get out of work, Roy?
I've been on trails before
when they tried this.
Greenhorns think they can
get away with anything.
Why'd you loosen
your cinch, boy?
I didn't.
I didn't do it.
Easy, Roy.
They're just ridin' you.
You heard Mr. Favor.
Get him started.
Would you let me do this my way?
This is my department!
I can handle
cattle, Rowdy.
You do what the boss said.
You can start out
by helpin' my louse,
and he needs help.
Mushy,
I got a helper for you.
Uh, the spuds we cut thick,
and the meat we cut thin.
Climb aboard.
Don't feel bad.
Every fella gets a spill
sooner or later.
Ha!
Ain't that music romantic?
You romance that gear away
before this storm hits,
or I'll clobber
the both of you!
Everything all right
out there, Mr. Favor?
Except for this lightning.
Same as it was yesterday...
and the day
before that.
You still got something
on your mind, Finch?
No.
Have you seen anything
of them men we saw this morning?
If they're still out there,
they're no closer
than they were.
And that's what
I've been tellin'
'em, Mr. Favor.
We ain't seen
a lick of 'em
since noon.
Here that, Roy?
Now, you tell us you
didn't fall out of that saddle
'cause you was afraid
of that bandit Sanchez.
You stop telling
those stories, Rivera.
You could have been wrong
about what you told us,
too, Rivera.
If it was Sanchez, Roy,
maybe he ain't
after cattle.
Maybe he's after you.
Sanchez didn't scare me.
You know that, Finch.
Well, just don't you
louse up Wishbone's cooking.
He's doing all right for me.
You guys lay off him.
Yeah, but listen,
if you don't quit putting
chili pepper in the grub,
we're going to twist
your leg
and give Roy your job.
Mr. Favor,
the herd's about to go.
All right, let's get out
and calm 'em down.
There he goes
in the rocks!
Hold it, Pete.
You want to get one Mexican
or lose 3,000 head of cattle?
Mount up! Everybody up!
What's Sanchez
going to do, Mr. Favor?
We're not going
to find out here.
Let's roll
before that herd goes.
And watch yourselves!
Mr. Favor!
You got to
let me go, too.
You're in no condition
to ride. Stay here.
Hyah!
Come on!
Come on! Get in there!
Get up! Get up!
Come on. Get it in there!
Roy, get away from 'em!
Get back!
He'll manage.
Do your own job!
They're running him
into those rocks.
I said let him be!
Help! Help!
Somebody help!
Help! Help!
Help!
We can't hold 'em
any longer up front, boss.
Help!
Help!
You're letting that boy die.
We got these
cattle to keep.
Whoa!
Look at him!
Our Father which art in heaven,
hallowed by thy name.
Thy kingdom come,
thy will be done
on Earth as it is in Heaven.
Give us this day
our daily bread,
and forgive us our trespasses,
as we forgive those
who trespass against us.
Lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil,
for thine is the kingdom
and the power and glory forever.
Amen.
Get his things
together, Rowdy.
Send 'em back
to his folks.
I think you better
do that job, Mr. Favor.
And while you're at it,
why don't you write
his folks a letter
about how you let
their boy die?
That's enough, Rowdy.
No, it's not enough.
You let a man die
without even trying
to help him.
It was either him
or the herd.
A man can be replaced.
A herd can't.
I did what I had to.
Sweet essence of jasmine!
How much chili powder
you got in this, Wishbone?
I just sprinkle it in
dainty
to put some muscle
on you hoodoo wranglers.
Oh, rush it up,
Wishbone.
Quit beating your gums.
I saw you with
that biscuit, now, Pete.
You'll get yours.
Move along.
Next man.
Everything all right?
Everything's all right.
Something's still
eating at you.
That's right.
I thought we cleared up
our problem this morning.
Well, that's where
you're wrong.
Nothing's
been cleared up.
Wishbone,
what in Sam Hill
you got in this stew?!
My horse'd make better eating
than this.
What have you been doing,
washing your
clothes in it?
I never tasted chili pepper
bitter like this here.
I'm telling you jaspers
right now, shut up!
You hear me?!
I should think
you'd be used
to their griping by now.
Well, how come they're
so almighty preachy
all of sudden?
The sight of a
man hanging
a couple of days ago
got you nervous, huh?
Or maybe the thought of them
cutthroats out in the hills
has got your
bellies upset.
I got a feeling
it's going to taste
real, real good.
I'll taste it myself.
It's even worse
than usual.
What's wrong?
I don't know.
Wormy maybe.
I'll skin the next man
that says I can't cook.
I already finished,
Mr. Wishbone.
It was good as ever.
You like it, huh?
Best stew I ever cooked.
Then eat it.
Anybody want any... more?
One helping was enough.
Gracias.
All right, off and on.
Let's butt those saddles.
Let's go!
Ben?
I'm sick, Mr. Favor.
Hey, Mr. Favor,
something's wrong.
Prescott just passed out.
What do you think's
wrong with him?
They're sick as dogs,
that's what's wrong.
I can hardly see,
Mr. Favor.
Kyle here got the cramps.
Feeling dull...
all kind of stupored out.
Mr. Favor,
what's wrong with us?
I'm not sure.
You ain't sure of what?
It was that stew of yours,
Wishbone!
You been eating
my stew for a long time,
and you never got sick yet.
None of you have.
They ain't sick.
How close are we
to water, Pete?
About two miles
past that rise.
All right,
get on you feet.
We can hardly stand,
Mr. Favor.
You'll stand.
You'll drive that herd
to water and bed 'em down.
Let's go!
Come on, let's hit
those saddles.
Move!
You look worried
about something more
than them just
being sick.
How you feeling,
Wish?
Herd all right?
The herd?
Sure the herd's
all right.
Pete, Scarlet and Quince
are handling them.
I don't get these
men being sick.
From what?
That all you got to do?
Ask questions?
Well, at least you made sure
the herd got to water.
What else did you put in that
stew last night, Wishbone?
Just what you looked at.
Salt, pepper,
some ketchup,
little bit of clove,
some chili pepper...
Chili pepper?
There's no chili pepper
in the wagon.
Where'd you put it?
I used up the last of it,
threw away the can.
They're getting
worse, Mr. Favor.
They ain't, they ain't
just ordinary sick.
Prescott, he's still
unconscious.
Why were you going
through the food?
There's something wrong
and you know it.
You've been poisoned.
Poison?
That was you and your
old, lousy chili pepper.
It wasn't the chili pepper.
It was coyote weed.
How do you know?
I've seen it before.
You got all the symptoms.
A man don't eat coyote weed,
cattle eat it.
They're not sick. You are.
We ain't gone
loco yet.
Who could feed us coyote weed?
I don't know,
but somebody managed
to slip it into your food.
Well, how come
they got nothing?
Or Quince, or Scarlet?
You pulling
a joke on us?
You blaming me,
I'll bust your head, Finch.
Nobody was
playing a joke.
Some of you just couldn't
swallow the food,
some of you could.
Now stand up.
I'm going to search
every one of you
to see if
you've carrying
any of that stuff
in your pockets.
And I'll search
your saddle bags.
You blaming
someone here?
I'm not blaming anyone, yet.
I will get some more water.
Well, why would anybody
here want to poison us?
For what?
We ain't got nothing.
We got 3,000 head of cattle.
Somebody wants them...
and wants us dead
before they take them.
But who?
Who do
you think?
Sanchez.
You think it was Sanchez,
Mr. Favor?
Sending someone
in here to kill us?
Rowdy.
Get their saddlebags,
all of them.
Empty
your pockets.
Rivera?
What are you
doing here?
I thought you were
going after water.
He said to get
the saddlebags.
That boy who was killed
yesterday, Evans...
he showed me some coyote
weed that he picked
the day you and he
buried that man.
He did?
Yeah.
Now Evans is dead.
He couldn't poison anybody.
But you could have picked
the weed the same day.
Who are you, mister?
All right.
He's the one, Mr. Favor.
That's the one
that poisoned the men.
There's your lousy
coyote weed.
Hold it!
Let him go. Break it up.
Come on,
get off of him.
I'll handle him. Get up.
How long we got
before Sanchez comes in?
I cannot tell you
what I do not know.
Burn it out of him!
How long we got?
Even if we knew, we
can't fight Sanchez.
Look at us.
He ain't here yet.
He doesn't know
what shape we're in,
not as long as
we have him.
Tie him up.
Mr. Favor.
Over there.
They're still out there.
All right, shut up.
You going to let
all the men die
for your precious herd,
Mr. Favor?
How long do you think
it's going to be?
And who says
it's going to be?
Favor,
Prescott's dead.
All right...
The law won't hang
you Sanchez style,
upside down
and burning,
but you'll hang, boy.
You'll hang good.
They're all
around us, boss.
We're not moving
when we should be moving,
we're in trouble.
They're just
waiting for us to drop.
Wishbone, you said
you knew doctoring.
Well, do some.
I'm working on it.
What do you mean,
you're working on it?
You ain't as sick
as I am.
You're going to have
to go get it.
I told you I would,
Mr. Wishbone.
Now, here's what
you get-
some white horse nettle,
some silverleaf nightshade
and black henbane.
Now, go on.
What's Mushy up to?
I'm working on a counter poison
for it, Mr. Favor.
We ain't taking nothing
of yours, Wishbone.
It's a cure
for coyote weed poisoning.
Now, if they want to get well,
you make them take it.
They'll take it.
Rowdy, go pick up
five horses.
Get them.
You, you and you.
Get on your feet.
You're moving around camp,
you two are riding.
And you're sitting straight
in the saddle.
Not going to know
we're sick in here.
That goes for
all of you.
Take them out
to the herd.
Finch,
you go along
with them.
How long do you think you'll
fool Sanchez out there?
How long?
Maybe an hour?
Maybe two?
And if you kill me,
it won't help.
Sanchez
will come.
The man you found
hanged and burned-
it was a gringo
afraid to do
this thing
I have done.
But Sanchez knows
I wouldn't fail.
He knows.
How's only six men going
to hold Sanchez off?
Come and get it,
time for chow!
Come and get it, hyah!
Start laughing.
Come on.
Time for chow,
come and
get it!
How's that witch's
brew coming, Wishbone?
It's coming.
Needs a little more henbane.
All right, here it is,
all made up.
Now it might make them
sicker first,
but it'll get them well.
I seen it work.
All right, sit up.
Huh?
Oh, no, I don't want
any of that stuff.
Sit up and shut up.
I ain't no better,
Mr. Favor!
Let's get out of here
and get some help!
Let Sanchez have
the cattle!
I got to find somebody
that'll get me well!
And Sanchez will
cut your throat
before you've gone
half a mile!
But it's better
than dying here
like this!
Get on your horse!
It's time to relieve Pete!
You, too, Porter.
Scarlet, Quince.
No sign of Sanchez
since sundown.
Time.
We gamble for time to get
the men back on their feet.
When he comes in,
maybe we'll have
half a chance anyway.
Well, I hope you feel
you're flush.
Well, I guess the poison
finally got to him.
I saw him taking
Wishbone's medicine.
No, he kept
spitting it out.
Think they saw
them vultures?
I mean, to know
that one of us
has sickened and died?
Afraid so.
We're not so sick
we can't get this
cattle moving.
Too late.
We run out of time
when Porter died out there.
Now Sanchez knows
what shape we're in.
Get on your feet.
Get up.
You're going to stumble out
to that water hole
and drop like the poison
dropped you.
When you're full, stay there.
If you want to live,
this is what chance
you have left.
When they come,
wait till they're ten yards
from you.
Then open up.
Start moving.
Smile.
Kind of like old
Charlie Marcos told me
down in Abilene once:
"When you're losing,
smile.
Gets the other
fellow nervous."
Just a target.
Just something.
Give 'em time.
They'll kill him.
We better get out there.
Get down and stay
in your places.
You're letting him die
out there, Rowdy.
Let's go.
You'll do what I tell you.
First man that makes
a move, I'll shoot him.
We lost Grady.
Someone take care of him.
We lost Mr. Favor.
You let him die, Rowdy.
We could have saved him
and you wouldn't even try.
He was your
friend, Rowdy.
Why'd you let
him die?
Look, I had a choice
and I took it.
It was either him
or us.
We're 20 men
and we got a herd
to get through.
I... did what I had to do.
Mr. Favor!
Oh, hallelujah.
Oh... glad
you made it, boss.
You all right?
Sure missed
a good fight.
You said you
didn't care, Rowdy.
Someday you're going
to find out
a man's better
than cattle.
Wishbone, looks like your
medicine did some good.
Well, they ain't
all right yet,
but they will be.
If you're well enough to stand,
you're well enough to ride.
Get on back to camp.
I'm, uh, sure glad
you made it, boss.
They didn't like
the idea
of you leaving me
out there, did they?
No.
You did a good
job, Rowdy.
What I had to do.
Well, don't just
stand there.
Get on back to work.
I said get moving!
Head 'em up, move 'em out!
?Rollin', rollin', rollin',
rollin', rollin', rollin'?
Keep rollin',
rollin', rollin'?
Though the streams
are swollen?
Keep them dogies rollin'?
Rawhide?
Through rain
and wind and weather?
Hell-bent for leather?
Wishin' my gal
was by my side?
All the things
I'm missin'?
Good vittles,
love and kissin'?
Are waiting
at the end of my ride?
Move 'em on, head 'em up,
head 'em up, move 'em on?
Move 'em on,
head 'em up, rawhide?
Cut 'em out, ride 'em in,
ride 'em in, let 'em out?
Cut 'em out, ride 'em in?
Rawhide...?
?Rollin', rollin', rollin'?
?Rollin', rollin', rollin'...?
Hyah!
Hyah!
?Rollin', rollin', rollin',
rollin', rollin', rollin'?
Hyah!
?Rollin', rollin', rollin'...?
?Rollin', rollin', rollin'?
Keep movin', movin', movin'?
Though they're disapprovin'?
Keep them dogies movin'?
Rawhide?
Don't try to understand 'em?
Just rope 'em, throw,
and brand 'em?
Soon we'll be livin'
high and wide?
My heart's calculatin'?
My true love will be waitin'?
Be waitin'
at the end of my ride?
Move 'em on, head 'em up,
head 'em up, move 'em on?
Move 'em on, head 'em up,
rawhide?
Cut 'em out, ride 'em in,
ride 'em in, let 'em out?
Cut 'em out, ride 'em in?
Rawhide...?
?Rollin', rollin', rollin'?
?Rollin', rollin', rollin'...?
Hyah!
Hyah!
Rawhide...!?
Hyah!
Pushing cattle
up the Sedalia Trail
is a thousand miles
of aching bones
and deep madness.
You lose a lot of men.
Some men never make it.
Sometimes you don't
rightly think
a man was ever born who could.
Well, men fool you sometimes,
especially on a cattle drive.
I ought to know.
My name's Gil Favor,
trail boss.
Wake up, kid.
Oh.
A steer just got
over that hill.
I didn't see him.
Got to keep your eyes open
if you're going
to be a good drover.
I'll get him.
Rowdy!
Kevin?
Rowdy, get Mr. Favor.
There's a dead man.
I-I was looking for
a stray, Mr. Favor.
Anything on him?
Any identification?
Nothing.
But look at
his forehead.
It's like
branding a steer.
Whoever hanged him
put their mark on him.
The letter "S."
Hold a minute, Rivera.
You make something
out of this?
This is the first time
you move through
this country?
Hey, you knew
that when you signed on
at Deer Crossing.
I think, Mr. Favor,
you do not need me anymore.
What's the letter "S" got to do
with your running out?
There is a man named Sanchez.
You would not
have heard of him.
What you call a puma...
one who strikes at night?
Silent, deadly.
Marauder?
S?.
He is a marauder, this Sanchez.
I know these things because
it is well known
by those who travel
through this country.
Sanchez- he kills and tortures
to get what he wants.
Gold, cattle, women...
sometimes
children.
None of it
is nice.
They say when a man
double-cross him...
that is what
happen to him.
That is never nice
to look on, Mr. Favor.
Let's move on.
You and Roy get
some rocks
over that body-
big ones.
Me, Mr. Favor?
Let's get back
to the herd.
We've wasted enough
time already.
Say, boss, um... why don't
you let me stay, huh?
Give him room
to learn in.
Yeah, but it's...
you, know, it's his
first time out, and...
Then don't rob him
of his chance
to stand on his own legs.
Somebody's
got to do it.
Afraid of something?
No. No, sir.
We're almost finished.
One more bag.
Rivera... aren't we
going to say something
over the grave?
What do you
want to say?
Well, when a man dies,
you usually say
something, don't you?
Maybe you want
to say something
because you're scared.
This the first time
you ever see
anything like this, boy?
Sort of.
This, uh, Sanchez-
you think he's
still around?
I mean, do you think
he's going to give
us any trouble?
Quien sabe?
Sanchez can give
anybody trouble.
Yeah.
Rest in peace, mister.
What do you want?
Nothing.
Just getting
some more rocks.
Will you stop
looking back.
They haven't caught
up yet, have they?
You watch out
for the cattle
as much as you
watch out for Evans
and we'll get done.
I'm not wet nursing
him, Boss.
You're not?
I-I just figured
he was scared.
You know, hearing
about Sanchez back there.
No one else was.
Well, now, just
because you weren't...
I've been meaning
to ask you-
how come you weren't
scared back there?
You know, we're moving
a lot of beef here now.
You learn after awhile,
you don't scare men
any more than
you scare cattle.
Not if you want to
keep them moving
in a straight line.
Like comin' home,
ain't it?
Hyah. Hyah.
How'd you make out?
Just fine, Mr. Rowdy.
How many times
do I have to tell you
to stop calling me mister?
Yes, sir.
I guess I'll learn
one of these days.
Like herding
cattle.
Say, I want to ask
you something.
What?
What is this
stuff, Rowdy?
Where'd you get this?
Back where we buried that dead
man this morning. Why?
You don't want to go
picking this.
This is coyote weed.
This will kill
you and cattle both.
Don't let Mr. Favor
catch you with this, understand?
Hey, Rowdy.
Get on that drag.
It's falling off.
All right.
Great.
You see them riders?
They're all
around us.
I just saw
four more of them
back past the point
about a mile.
They bother you, Pete?
I haven't forgotten
the story Rivera told us
this morning about Sanchez.
You start forgetting
it then.
You'd better talk
to the men.
Who told them
to slow up?
They're not slowing up,
they're stopping.
They want to know what
we're headed into.
What's going on here?
Who are the men
in the hills?
Is that why
you stopped the herd?
Are you getting edgy because
somebody is up in the hills?
There's another bunch.
Look, Mr. Favor,
we got a right
to know what's
facing us-
what's ahead of us.
We all know what Sanchez
did to that man hanging...
There's a bandit out there
with a gang of cutthroats.
His name is Sanchez,
and we've seen
ten of his men.
Maybe there's
a lot more than that.
Looks like they're after us-
waiting for a chance to take us.
You know what he's capable
of doing to a man.
Hanging him upside down,
burnin', brandin' him.
He wanted you
to see that.
Wants to scare
you off,
make you run
like rabbits.
I hired you to drive cattle.
You want to live forever,
you should have stayed
where you come from.
Now, you know
what's out there-
what's ahead of us.
We can't attack them-
they're all around us.
We have to wait
for them to make
the first move.
Now, if anybody wants
to go back,
let him speak up now.
I'll pay off any man
that wants to leave.
All right, who's leaving?
Nobody said anything
about leaving, Mr. Favor.
Well, then
get back to work.
Well, what about you?
Hyah.
They don't look
so scared anymore.
There's nothing wrong
in them being scared.
You just got to keep
them from thinking about it.
Hey, Rivera,
I've been meaning
to ask you somethin'.
Si?
Why'd you pick that coyote weed
this morning back at the grave?
You know how poisonous
they were, didn't you?
Mr. Favor's sure going to raise
ned he knew you did that.
You tell him this?
No. I'm just asking you.
It is the custom of the Mexican
to use the weed
for taking infection
from a wound.
I have a bad arm
from a horn scratch.
Hey, that's pretty good.
That's somethin' I didn't know.
Coyote weed for poultice, huh?
I'll sure remember that, Rivera.
You'll make a trail drover yet,
boy.
Yeah. Hyah!
You hurt, boy?
No, I'm all right.
Ooh!
I guess my saddle
slipped, Mr. Favor.
When was the last time
you checked that saddle?
You got a loose cinch.
Now, you want to stay alive,
you keep your gear in shape.
I fell, too, boss.
Not 'cause
you were careless.
Get back to the herd.
Yes, sir.
I guess you just got
a bad twist.
You stay off that leg
for a couple of days.
Yes, sir.
I think we ought to get goin'.
Hand him over
to Wishbone.
Right.
You all right?
Yeah.
I don't want to work
for the cook.
You hear anybody
ask for you?
You do what Mr. Favor says.
You tryin'
to get out of work, Roy?
I've been on trails before
when they tried this.
Greenhorns think they can
get away with anything.
Why'd you loosen
your cinch, boy?
I didn't.
I didn't do it.
Easy, Roy.
They're just ridin' you.
You heard Mr. Favor.
Get him started.
Would you let me do this my way?
This is my department!
I can handle
cattle, Rowdy.
You do what the boss said.
You can start out
by helpin' my louse,
and he needs help.
Mushy,
I got a helper for you.
Uh, the spuds we cut thick,
and the meat we cut thin.
Climb aboard.
Don't feel bad.
Every fella gets a spill
sooner or later.
Ha!
Ain't that music romantic?
You romance that gear away
before this storm hits,
or I'll clobber
the both of you!
Everything all right
out there, Mr. Favor?
Except for this lightning.
Same as it was yesterday...
and the day
before that.
You still got something
on your mind, Finch?
No.
Have you seen anything
of them men we saw this morning?
If they're still out there,
they're no closer
than they were.
And that's what
I've been tellin'
'em, Mr. Favor.
We ain't seen
a lick of 'em
since noon.
Here that, Roy?
Now, you tell us you
didn't fall out of that saddle
'cause you was afraid
of that bandit Sanchez.
You stop telling
those stories, Rivera.
You could have been wrong
about what you told us,
too, Rivera.
If it was Sanchez, Roy,
maybe he ain't
after cattle.
Maybe he's after you.
Sanchez didn't scare me.
You know that, Finch.
Well, just don't you
louse up Wishbone's cooking.
He's doing all right for me.
You guys lay off him.
Yeah, but listen,
if you don't quit putting
chili pepper in the grub,
we're going to twist
your leg
and give Roy your job.
Mr. Favor,
the herd's about to go.
All right, let's get out
and calm 'em down.
There he goes
in the rocks!
Hold it, Pete.
You want to get one Mexican
or lose 3,000 head of cattle?
Mount up! Everybody up!
What's Sanchez
going to do, Mr. Favor?
We're not going
to find out here.
Let's roll
before that herd goes.
And watch yourselves!
Mr. Favor!
You got to
let me go, too.
You're in no condition
to ride. Stay here.
Hyah!
Come on!
Come on! Get in there!
Get up! Get up!
Come on. Get it in there!
Roy, get away from 'em!
Get back!
He'll manage.
Do your own job!
They're running him
into those rocks.
I said let him be!
Help! Help!
Somebody help!
Help! Help!
Help!
We can't hold 'em
any longer up front, boss.
Help!
Help!
You're letting that boy die.
We got these
cattle to keep.
Whoa!
Look at him!
Our Father which art in heaven,
hallowed by thy name.
Thy kingdom come,
thy will be done
on Earth as it is in Heaven.
Give us this day
our daily bread,
and forgive us our trespasses,
as we forgive those
who trespass against us.
Lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil,
for thine is the kingdom
and the power and glory forever.
Amen.
Get his things
together, Rowdy.
Send 'em back
to his folks.
I think you better
do that job, Mr. Favor.
And while you're at it,
why don't you write
his folks a letter
about how you let
their boy die?
That's enough, Rowdy.
No, it's not enough.
You let a man die
without even trying
to help him.
It was either him
or the herd.
A man can be replaced.
A herd can't.
I did what I had to.
Sweet essence of jasmine!
How much chili powder
you got in this, Wishbone?
I just sprinkle it in
dainty
to put some muscle
on you hoodoo wranglers.
Oh, rush it up,
Wishbone.
Quit beating your gums.
I saw you with
that biscuit, now, Pete.
You'll get yours.
Move along.
Next man.
Everything all right?
Everything's all right.
Something's still
eating at you.
That's right.
I thought we cleared up
our problem this morning.
Well, that's where
you're wrong.
Nothing's
been cleared up.
Wishbone,
what in Sam Hill
you got in this stew?!
My horse'd make better eating
than this.
What have you been doing,
washing your
clothes in it?
I never tasted chili pepper
bitter like this here.
I'm telling you jaspers
right now, shut up!
You hear me?!
I should think
you'd be used
to their griping by now.
Well, how come they're
so almighty preachy
all of sudden?
The sight of a
man hanging
a couple of days ago
got you nervous, huh?
Or maybe the thought of them
cutthroats out in the hills
has got your
bellies upset.
I got a feeling
it's going to taste
real, real good.
I'll taste it myself.
It's even worse
than usual.
What's wrong?
I don't know.
Wormy maybe.
I'll skin the next man
that says I can't cook.
I already finished,
Mr. Wishbone.
It was good as ever.
You like it, huh?
Best stew I ever cooked.
Then eat it.
Anybody want any... more?
One helping was enough.
Gracias.
All right, off and on.
Let's butt those saddles.
Let's go!
Ben?
I'm sick, Mr. Favor.
Hey, Mr. Favor,
something's wrong.
Prescott just passed out.
What do you think's
wrong with him?
They're sick as dogs,
that's what's wrong.
I can hardly see,
Mr. Favor.
Kyle here got the cramps.
Feeling dull...
all kind of stupored out.
Mr. Favor,
what's wrong with us?
I'm not sure.
You ain't sure of what?
It was that stew of yours,
Wishbone!
You been eating
my stew for a long time,
and you never got sick yet.
None of you have.
They ain't sick.
How close are we
to water, Pete?
About two miles
past that rise.
All right,
get on you feet.
We can hardly stand,
Mr. Favor.
You'll stand.
You'll drive that herd
to water and bed 'em down.
Let's go!
Come on, let's hit
those saddles.
Move!
You look worried
about something more
than them just
being sick.
How you feeling,
Wish?
Herd all right?
The herd?
Sure the herd's
all right.
Pete, Scarlet and Quince
are handling them.
I don't get these
men being sick.
From what?
That all you got to do?
Ask questions?
Well, at least you made sure
the herd got to water.
What else did you put in that
stew last night, Wishbone?
Just what you looked at.
Salt, pepper,
some ketchup,
little bit of clove,
some chili pepper...
Chili pepper?
There's no chili pepper
in the wagon.
Where'd you put it?
I used up the last of it,
threw away the can.
They're getting
worse, Mr. Favor.
They ain't, they ain't
just ordinary sick.
Prescott, he's still
unconscious.
Why were you going
through the food?
There's something wrong
and you know it.
You've been poisoned.
Poison?
That was you and your
old, lousy chili pepper.
It wasn't the chili pepper.
It was coyote weed.
How do you know?
I've seen it before.
You got all the symptoms.
A man don't eat coyote weed,
cattle eat it.
They're not sick. You are.
We ain't gone
loco yet.
Who could feed us coyote weed?
I don't know,
but somebody managed
to slip it into your food.
Well, how come
they got nothing?
Or Quince, or Scarlet?
You pulling
a joke on us?
You blaming me,
I'll bust your head, Finch.
Nobody was
playing a joke.
Some of you just couldn't
swallow the food,
some of you could.
Now stand up.
I'm going to search
every one of you
to see if
you've carrying
any of that stuff
in your pockets.
And I'll search
your saddle bags.
You blaming
someone here?
I'm not blaming anyone, yet.
I will get some more water.
Well, why would anybody
here want to poison us?
For what?
We ain't got nothing.
We got 3,000 head of cattle.
Somebody wants them...
and wants us dead
before they take them.
But who?
Who do
you think?
Sanchez.
You think it was Sanchez,
Mr. Favor?
Sending someone
in here to kill us?
Rowdy.
Get their saddlebags,
all of them.
Empty
your pockets.
Rivera?
What are you
doing here?
I thought you were
going after water.
He said to get
the saddlebags.
That boy who was killed
yesterday, Evans...
he showed me some coyote
weed that he picked
the day you and he
buried that man.
He did?
Yeah.
Now Evans is dead.
He couldn't poison anybody.
But you could have picked
the weed the same day.
Who are you, mister?
All right.
He's the one, Mr. Favor.
That's the one
that poisoned the men.
There's your lousy
coyote weed.
Hold it!
Let him go. Break it up.
Come on,
get off of him.
I'll handle him. Get up.
How long we got
before Sanchez comes in?
I cannot tell you
what I do not know.
Burn it out of him!
How long we got?
Even if we knew, we
can't fight Sanchez.
Look at us.
He ain't here yet.
He doesn't know
what shape we're in,
not as long as
we have him.
Tie him up.
Mr. Favor.
Over there.
They're still out there.
All right, shut up.
You going to let
all the men die
for your precious herd,
Mr. Favor?
How long do you think
it's going to be?
And who says
it's going to be?
Favor,
Prescott's dead.
All right...
The law won't hang
you Sanchez style,
upside down
and burning,
but you'll hang, boy.
You'll hang good.
They're all
around us, boss.
We're not moving
when we should be moving,
we're in trouble.
They're just
waiting for us to drop.
Wishbone, you said
you knew doctoring.
Well, do some.
I'm working on it.
What do you mean,
you're working on it?
You ain't as sick
as I am.
You're going to have
to go get it.
I told you I would,
Mr. Wishbone.
Now, here's what
you get-
some white horse nettle,
some silverleaf nightshade
and black henbane.
Now, go on.
What's Mushy up to?
I'm working on a counter poison
for it, Mr. Favor.
We ain't taking nothing
of yours, Wishbone.
It's a cure
for coyote weed poisoning.
Now, if they want to get well,
you make them take it.
They'll take it.
Rowdy, go pick up
five horses.
Get them.
You, you and you.
Get on your feet.
You're moving around camp,
you two are riding.
And you're sitting straight
in the saddle.
Not going to know
we're sick in here.
That goes for
all of you.
Take them out
to the herd.
Finch,
you go along
with them.
How long do you think you'll
fool Sanchez out there?
How long?
Maybe an hour?
Maybe two?
And if you kill me,
it won't help.
Sanchez
will come.
The man you found
hanged and burned-
it was a gringo
afraid to do
this thing
I have done.
But Sanchez knows
I wouldn't fail.
He knows.
How's only six men going
to hold Sanchez off?
Come and get it,
time for chow!
Come and get it, hyah!
Start laughing.
Come on.
Time for chow,
come and
get it!
How's that witch's
brew coming, Wishbone?
It's coming.
Needs a little more henbane.
All right, here it is,
all made up.
Now it might make them
sicker first,
but it'll get them well.
I seen it work.
All right, sit up.
Huh?
Oh, no, I don't want
any of that stuff.
Sit up and shut up.
I ain't no better,
Mr. Favor!
Let's get out of here
and get some help!
Let Sanchez have
the cattle!
I got to find somebody
that'll get me well!
And Sanchez will
cut your throat
before you've gone
half a mile!
But it's better
than dying here
like this!
Get on your horse!
It's time to relieve Pete!
You, too, Porter.
Scarlet, Quince.
No sign of Sanchez
since sundown.
Time.
We gamble for time to get
the men back on their feet.
When he comes in,
maybe we'll have
half a chance anyway.
Well, I hope you feel
you're flush.
Well, I guess the poison
finally got to him.
I saw him taking
Wishbone's medicine.
No, he kept
spitting it out.
Think they saw
them vultures?
I mean, to know
that one of us
has sickened and died?
Afraid so.
We're not so sick
we can't get this
cattle moving.
Too late.
We run out of time
when Porter died out there.
Now Sanchez knows
what shape we're in.
Get on your feet.
Get up.
You're going to stumble out
to that water hole
and drop like the poison
dropped you.
When you're full, stay there.
If you want to live,
this is what chance
you have left.
When they come,
wait till they're ten yards
from you.
Then open up.
Start moving.
Smile.
Kind of like old
Charlie Marcos told me
down in Abilene once:
"When you're losing,
smile.
Gets the other
fellow nervous."
Just a target.
Just something.
Give 'em time.
They'll kill him.
We better get out there.
Get down and stay
in your places.
You're letting him die
out there, Rowdy.
Let's go.
You'll do what I tell you.
First man that makes
a move, I'll shoot him.
We lost Grady.
Someone take care of him.
We lost Mr. Favor.
You let him die, Rowdy.
We could have saved him
and you wouldn't even try.
He was your
friend, Rowdy.
Why'd you let
him die?
Look, I had a choice
and I took it.
It was either him
or us.
We're 20 men
and we got a herd
to get through.
I... did what I had to do.
Mr. Favor!
Oh, hallelujah.
Oh... glad
you made it, boss.
You all right?
Sure missed
a good fight.
You said you
didn't care, Rowdy.
Someday you're going
to find out
a man's better
than cattle.
Wishbone, looks like your
medicine did some good.
Well, they ain't
all right yet,
but they will be.
If you're well enough to stand,
you're well enough to ride.
Get on back to camp.
I'm, uh, sure glad
you made it, boss.
They didn't like
the idea
of you leaving me
out there, did they?
No.
You did a good
job, Rowdy.
What I had to do.
Well, don't just
stand there.
Get on back to work.
I said get moving!
Head 'em up, move 'em out!
?Rollin', rollin', rollin',
rollin', rollin', rollin'?
Keep rollin',
rollin', rollin'?
Though the streams
are swollen?
Keep them dogies rollin'?
Rawhide?
Through rain
and wind and weather?
Hell-bent for leather?
Wishin' my gal
was by my side?
All the things
I'm missin'?
Good vittles,
love and kissin'?
Are waiting
at the end of my ride?
Move 'em on, head 'em up,
head 'em up, move 'em on?
Move 'em on,
head 'em up, rawhide?
Cut 'em out, ride 'em in,
ride 'em in, let 'em out?
Cut 'em out, ride 'em in?
Rawhide...?
?Rollin', rollin', rollin'?
?Rollin', rollin', rollin'...?
Hyah!
Hyah!
?Rollin', rollin', rollin',
rollin', rollin', rollin'?
Hyah!
?Rollin', rollin', rollin'...?