Rawhide (1959–1965): Season 1, Episode 17 - Incident of Fear in the Streets - full transcript
A rattlesnake spooks Pete's horse followed by a steer goring him resulting in him bleeding too much to be moved. Favor and Rowdy ride into a nearby town for a doctor but find the residents ruing a lynching the day before. Before the men can leave with the doctor, the town is taken hostage by the family of the lynched man. They plan to hang the Sheriff who they captured and the leader of the lynch mob Kels Morgan. Favor hides Kels in a dry well. Favor and Rowdy try various ideas for help but when Kels can't be found, the Mason family threatens to burn the town. In a secret town meeting Favor reveals where he hid Kels but the town members decide they must confront the Mason family. The youngest of the Masons has tried to stop his father so when he sees there may be bloodshed he tries to ride for help while the girlfriend of the lynched man confronts Kels. Unexpected results in both situations ends the situation but not without pain.
Hyah!
?Rollin', rollin', rollin'?
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!
Hyah!
Ask any townsman
along the Sedalia,
Missouri Trail,
and he'll tell you that drovers
are nothin' but trouble.
They work hard,
play hard, fight hard.
They're sons of the devil.
But if you want to hear
their side, just ask me.
Favor's my name, trail boss.
Scarlet!
Over there!
It's Pete!
Mr. Favor, over here!
Whoa.
What's the matter with Pete?
What happened?
Rattlesnake
spooked his horse,
he threw him,
gored by a steer.
How in the heck
did he get thrown?
Come on, Pete.
Get me the medical kit, quick.
You feeling lucky?
Probably feels worse
than it is.
I hope you are feeling lucky,
'cause I'm just played out.
Boy, it's bleeding
pretty bad.
There's a town
a dozen miles off the trail.
Well, I can stop
the bleeding,
but you try to move him,
and it figures the life'll
bleed right out of him
before you get him there.
Then we bring the doctor
to him.
Rowdy, let's go.
There's not a soul.
Hello!
Dr. Jackson?
I'm looking
for Dr. Jackson.
Young man.
You're interrupting what in
Ireland would be called a wake.
Pa, he's a stranger.
But we're not mourning the dead.
We're mourning our own guilt.
Are you Dr. Jackson?
No. There he is.
Dr. Jackson?
My name's Favor.
I'm boss of a herd
in the Sedalia Trail.
One of my men's hurt bad.
Yesterday we had
us a lynching.
Look, Doctor, a man's dying,
he needs your help.
I'm in no mood
to help anyone.
Do you want to ride
on your horse or across him?
I'll need my bag.
Eddie, will
you get my bag?
You must rate this
fella pretty high.
That I do.
What about the horses?
They're taken care of.
All right, Morton,
gonna lock you up.
Everybody stand easy!
Don't make matters worse.
Where's Kels Morgan?
What do you want, Jed?
Give me that shotgun, Tom.
I want Kels Morgan.
That won't help your
son- he's dead.
Lynched is the word.
And it's simple justice
to hand out the same treatment
to the ones responsible.
The whole town
is responsible.
Why pick on one man?
Two, Doc.
We got the sheriff
locked in his own jail.
He let the mob get Ben.
Kels Morgan led the mob.
When we find him, we're
gonna string 'em both up.
What'll that give you?
We're gonna hang him
in the middle of town.
We're gonna hang 'em so high,
every time the good, decent,
law-abiding folk
of Provo look up,
they'll remember
what they did to a boy
they never let
reach his majority.
He was guilty, Jed.
I ain't arguing that.
This town's locked up
till we find Kels Morgan.
Get their guns.
How long do you think
you can hold us?
We'll complete our chores
by sundown.
Until then,
nobody leaves Provo.
Nobody comes in to Provo.
Mister, with your permission,
I'd like to leave
with the doctor.
Who are you?
When'd you
get into town?
My name's Favor.
I'm a trail boss.
Friend of mine is hurt real bad
over on the Sedalia Trail.
I'm sorry about that, son.
I can't take the chance.
All we want is the doc.
You might just run into
a Texas Ranger or something.
After sundown,
you're free as a bird.
That might be too late.
That's the best I can do.
Mister, you might be killing
a man you don't even know.
Pa, let him go.
You forgetting how
your brother died?
You gonna let
another man's trouble
take importance
over our grief?
No, he don't go.
I don't care how many men die.
It ain't gonna turn
us from our aim.
I got a little chore
for the law-abiding folk.
They're gonna build us
a gallows... for two.
Come on!
We can't just stand here
leaning against the bar.
We got to do
something for Pete.
There must be something.
What?
Well, let's take
a look around,
see what we can find out.
Well, maybe they'll find
this fella Morgan
in a hurry, huh?
Maybe so.
There's Dibson's Lumber Company
down there.
You'll find all the lumber
you need there.
You can get all the hammers
and saws and nails
down at Jameson's.
All right, move!
Kels Morgan isn't
here, I swear it.
I hardly know him.
Sorry, ma'am.
Just checking for
Kels and for guns.
But I don't have any guns.
Sure you don't,
but we'll just look.
Let's talk to the doc.
Maybe he'll make a run for it
with us.
You go ahead.
I'll see if I can
pick up another horse
at the livery stable.
I'd like to talk
to you, Doc.
I hope you don't
want to talk to me
about what I think you
want to talk to me about.
I hate to disappoint you.
Young man, if this were
any other day in the world,
you wouldn't have
to ask me twice.
Kels Morgan wouldn't be here,
would he, Doc?
No, not unless he's
down in the basement
with the other rats.
Well,
how about weapons, Doc?
No, they're the only weapons
I use.
Mel, your Pa's making
a serious mistake.
You've... you've always been
a hardworking family,
except Ben.
I like you, Doc.
Don't say anything
against Ben,
we'll leave it
that way.
I brought each one of you
Mason boys into the world.
Your mother was the finest
woman I've ever known.
She'd hide her
head with shame
if she could be
here to witness
how you're manhandling
your friends.
She'd want us to do
just like we're doing.
Ben was Ma's favorite.
This man has a friend
who's dying,
and you won't let me help him.
Doc,
we got a brother dead.
Ben was our favorite, too.
Well, you can see how it is.
Look, Doc, I got two horses
down at that livery stable
that can outrun
anything in this state.
I never saw a horse
could outrun a bullet.
I've seen Bret Mason
up on that roof.
He's got a buffalo gun.
I always thought a doctor
was above everyone else.
He'd help a sick man
no matter what.
A dead doctor
can't help anybody.
You know, you don't
rate the name "doctor."
A young fella like you
is wasting your time.
You got a fast horse
and a disrespect
for the marksmanship
of the Masons.
There's a ranger camp
30 miles to the south.
You get the rangers
to clear a path for me
to your sick friend.
I might.
Now, wait. Wait.
Y-You can't turn me out.
They're going to kill me.
Kels, they find me hiding you,
they'll killme.
No, no, please,
Art, please.
You open for business?
What can I do for you?
Some feed and a rubdown?
Come on down, Kels.
It ain't the Masons.
Let me stay, Art,
let me stay.
I said come down.
You can't turn me in
like I was a dog.
Why, you've known me
for ten years.
We been friends, Art.
I'veknownyou
for ten years.
Mister, you can't
let him turn me out.
Please.
They're going to kill me.
You stirred
everybody up.
You deserve it.
Why's everybody treating me
like I was the criminal?
It was Ben Mason
that murdered
a decent, well-liked
man in Provo.
Everybody was glad
enough for me to yell
for his neck yesterday,
and today you turn
your backs on me.
How about the sheriff?
How about him?
He try and stop
the mob
from taking Ben Mason?
Sure he did,
but he was hit on the head
from behind.
He was out cold
when the hanging took place.
They find him,
then the sheriff swings, too.
That's right; the
sheriff wasn't at fault.
He was unconscious
just like Art said.
The sheriff don't
deserve to die.
Pete needs that doctor.
We got no call to butt in.
The sheriff has a chance
if they don't find him.
Yeah, that's right.
I'm walking out of here
for a spell.
When I come back,
I don't want
to see you around.
Now, wait a minute...
Wait a minute...
Did you get anywhere
with the doc?
No. He said
there's a ranger station
30 miles
south of here, though.
Put the saddle
back on my horse.
We going to try to
make a run for it?
Any kind of a break,
I ought to be able
to get out of range
of that buffalo gun.
What do you mean "you?"
Pete's a friend of
mine, too, you know.
Send a man to his death,
and you carry it with you
the rest of your life.
I know.
I told Old Man Mason
he'd be murdering a man
if he wouldn't let us
ride out of town.
We'd be doing the same thing
if we turned over Kels.
We'd be murdering
the sheriff.
Yeah, but Pete's
in a bad way.
Pete's got a chance;
the sheriff hasn't.
Saddle my horse.
The Masons are coming.
You've got to help me,
mister, please.
Take hold of yourself.
Have that horse
ready for me.
Come on.
All right, let's
get on with it.
There's too much open country
to make it to the hills.
That well.
Pa wants you down below.
That's a telegraph wire.
Telegraph?
Where's it lead to?
Union Army strung it up
during the occupation.
They left it here
for the Indian agent
to communicate with
the capitol at Austin.
It won't do us
any good, though.
The Masons must
have cut it.
You're in luck;
the well's dry.
Come on, climb in.
Anything happens to you,
nobody will know
I'm down there.
Well, you better pray
that I stay healthy.
Been waiting
for Jed to leave,
but I can't wait
no longer.
Is your name
Mason, ma'am?
Nearly was.
You wouldn't figure
the men who voted
me in office
would build a gallows
for me, would you, Mandy?
All right, what are
you stopping for?
Mandy, you
could get help.
No, I couldn't.
The Masons won't harm you,
out of respect to Ben.
I want them to find Kels.
It was Kels
so crazy jealous about you
that made him make
to see Ben swing.
It was over between Kels and me
a long time ago.
Maybe so, but it was alive
enough in Kels,
and hurt bad enough
to slug me from behind.
He took a chance
to swing himself
for the pleasure of
watching Ben swing.
I hope they find him.
I know its a weak thing to ask,
but what about me?
They're just bluffing.
You can take a chance
thinking that, I can't.
I got a bushel full of thanks
from the folks in this town
over the years.
I'd give the whole bushel full
if somebody'd get on a horse
and get some help.
You'd ask a girl to do this?
When I'm swinging,
I'm not going to
question the sex
of the one who
cuts me down.
No, you're asking
too much.
Mandy, you hunger so
bad to see Kels killed,
you don't care who gets
killed with him, huh?
Good-looking woman.
According to which
side of these bars
you're standing on.
Who are you?
My name's Favor.
I got a herd
bedded down close by.
All right, you've got
a herd bedded down.
What are you doing
in a hole like this?
A friend of mine
with that herd is dying.
Has to have a doctor.
Is there any chance
of, uh,
getting at
those guns?
The Masons
got the keys.
I got a horse ready
to make a run
for the ranger camp,
but, uh,
I'm just figuring
it might be better odds
to try for those guns.
The good citizens
of Provo
who put me
in office.
You'd have a better
chance with a horse.
How about
that telegraph wire?
It's been cut.
Yeah, I know, but suppose
it could be fixed?
Who operates it?
See the little man
in shirtsleeves-
the one carrying
those boards?
Yeah.
Frank Sanford.
He's the one
who operated it
before it was cut.
Uh-oh.
I'm sorry your friend
out with your herd
still got to suffer,
but the boys ain't
turned up Kels yet.
Jed, you worked how many years
getting that ranch of yours
on a paying basis- ten, 12?
Now you aim
to throw it all away.
You let them hang my boy.
You're blind, so I ain't going
to argue it with you.
What about your other boys?
They done backbreaking labor
right alongside you
all those years.
You going to let them
be hunted off their land?
My boys feel like I do.
Then why are you waiting
to string me up?
I'm waiting to find Kels.
I'll tell you why.
You know
your boys ain't killers.
They couldn't stomach
to see more than one hanging.
If you strung me up,
they'd take off right then.
You got until sundown.
What will happen come sundown
and Kels ain't found?
We'll find him.
If we have to burn down
every house to smoke him out,
we'll find him.
You men, give him a hand!
Get that gun!
I admire a man
who'll risk his life
for his partner.
You hurt?
I'm all right.
I told you, when
the time was right,
I was going
to ride out.
Well, you were a long time
coming back.
Look, while we're sitting
around here,
Pete Nolan's out there.
I haven't forgotten
about Pete...
All right, let them go.
That's so nobody else
will get any ideas.
Well, this will make
us real popular.
You can round them up later.
In the meantime,
the only horses
in town will be ours.
All right, get to work.
You ain't no use up
in that tower.
You're supposed to shoot anybody
try to make off.
We come to
kill the ones
that caused Ben's
death and nobody else.
We're weak-hearted
about the way we do things,
we're never going
to get justice.
Next time,
you stop a bullet.
Mr. Mason, nobody can say
you haven't got a grievance,
but you're running down
a wild road.
What do you think I should do?
Raise my hand like a kid
in school
and ask a federal judge
to punish the ones who did it?
In 15 years,
maybe I'd get
some satisfaction.
There's some here
who had nothing to do
with that lynching.
This whole town is going
to sweat
till I get my hands
on Kels Morgan.
That might take some doing.
You seen him?
All I said was,
he might be hard to find.
When I first set eyes on you,
I liked your style.
The more I see of you,
the less I like it.
Now take a little advice-
don't get in my way again.
Frank, get us another keg
of nails.
Sure.
Hey, what are you
fellows up to?
The Sheriff says you're the one
who works the telegraph.
Yeah, but the
wire's cut.
The wire runs
behind the cemetery.
I figured, uh,
we'd take your telegraph key
up there and attach it.
Where is it?
Back here
in the store.
But they're expecting
me with them nails.
Rowdy will deliver them.
We'll never get
away with it.
We'll never know
unless we try.
'Bout time, Frank.
Oh, it's you.
Gregg,
something's moving
in the cemetery.
I'll take a look.
Figures it won't
do no good,
even if we get a
message through.
You know how
far Austin is?
Six, seven hours till sundown.
That's time enough for help.
We didn't bring nothing
to cut this with.
We'll use the end
of Mason's cut.
Well?
Well, what?
We didn't come here
to look at this.
Won't do no good to
start sending now.
Won't be nobody at the
other end till 3:00.
You see, Provo ain't
a regular station.
At 3:00 every
afternoon,
they put a man on the
other end to receive
in case we got
anything to say.
That's two hours
from now.
What's the matter?
We set it up, but we
can't send until 3:00.
I guess it's feeding time
for the animals.
You're above all
this, huh, Doc?
This boy don't respect
his elders.
Doc, a man gored by a steer-
what do you figure his chances?
Well, according
to where he was gored...
In the belly.
High or low?
Low. About here.
Well, that's a point
in his favor.
You able to
stop the bleeding?
Mostly.
Figures it isn't infected now.
But it's a cinch
to be by sundown.
What would his chances be then?
A lot less
than now.
If you got to him
before sundown?
If a bull gave milk,
he'd be a cow.
Know of anyplace
we can get something to eat?
Well, the cafe is closed today
for lack of enthusiasm
on the part of the owner.
You the owner?
That's right.
The cafe's closed,
but my front door is open.
Come on in.
Mandy, we got guests.
Come on in, fellows.
Well, we ain't got much
to offer.
Just the best food this
side of the Rio Grande.
And the best cook.
Well, I'm
not... I'm
not hungry.
Oh, there's always
something in the kitchen.
My name is Harris,
Sam Harris.
This is my
daughter, Mandy.
Hello.
Gil Favor. This
is Rowdy Yates.
I'll bring you
what there is.
Well, sit down, fellows.
You know, the Masons ain't
themselves today.
Any other day,
Jed Mason wouldn't let
your friend suffer.
No. I've known the Masons
maybe... maybe ten years.
I've never known a finer family
in my life.
A lot of folks thought
I was happy
about what happened to Ben.
I wasn't.
A lynching never makes anybody
feel good.
Frank, throw
that up here.
We'd better get going.
We'll see you later.
Right.
They don't always
answer right away.
Keep trying.
It-It wasn't my fault.
He made me do it.
He forced me into it.
Now move,
both of you.
Well, this town ain't got
but a couple of dozen
buildings in it.
We ain't left a board unturned.
Well, they've got
him hid somewhere.
Somebody's
got him hid.
I found them
fooling with
the telegraph.
They fix it?
Ifixed it.
You were warned.
I told you you had
your last warning.
You hit him again,
I'll kill you.
You're in no
position to make
threats, Mister.
Mr. Mason...
it's my guess
that before sundown,
you'll end up murderin'
a lot more people
than just the sheriff.
You got me pegged wrong,
Mr. Favor.
You can't rile me
into murder.
Hangin' the sheriff
and Kels Morgan is justice.
In the eyes of God
and decent men, it's justice.
You're like a loco steer.
Anybody in your path
has to be stomped to death.
Pa, he didn't have nothin'
to do with the lynchin'.
Pa, what happened to Ben
was our fault.
Your own brother.
Ben killed a man!
I ain't arguing that!
He had a right to a trial.
We can't change the fact
that Ben's dead.
He's right
about one thing:
we go on the way we are,
other Masons
are going to be murderers.
I want Kels Morgan.
Unless I find
him by sundown,
I'll burn to the
ground every stinkin'
building in this town.
Wilt... Wilt...
Come on.
Here.
Well, go ahead now,
take it.
Now... you go on in there
and make it up
with the old man.
Well, there's still some guns
in that jail.
That's right.
The only problem
is getting 'em.
Pa.
Wilt...
I gave Ben
everything I could.
I gave him the best bed
in the house, the best food.
I went without
so he could have
the kind of clothes
that pleasured him.
I know, Pa.
Why did he do it?
The Masons been respected
in these parts since we settled.
Let's go home, Pa.
Wilt...
there's some things
men have to do
to preserve the name men.
We leave this business
unfinished,
we'll be miserable
till the day we die...
and the day we die,
the ground'll spit us
right out of our graves
for the shame
of having a Mason in it.
I don't care
about myself, Pa,
or the others,
but you had a hard life
and little pleasure.
I don't want to
see you in trouble.
Lisa neglected you boys some
because of Ben,
but I'll make it up,
especially to you, Wilt.
You're my youngest,
now Ben's gone.
Let's go home, Pa.
Come sundown, Wilt.
Come sundown.
There's a meeting inside.
They want you to come.
Well, we might as
well get to the point.
Our Jameson here
says that you left
his livery stable
with Kels Morgan
under your wing.
That's right.
The argument goes
like this, Mr. Favor.
Most of these fellas
put the best years
of their lives into
their businesses.
Every cent they got,
all the work they put
in through the years,
will go up in smoke
unless you
give up Kels.
When I rode in here
a few hours ago,
the whole town was in mournin',
full of sorrow because you'd let
a lynchin' happen.
Now you want to do
the same thing all over again
and throw Kels
to the wolves.
He's no good anyway.
That's not the point.
The point is, to protect
a skunk like Kels,
we stand to lose
all our property
and maybe our lives.
The Sheriff stands
to lose his life for certain.
We figure we're
just giving up Kels,
don't we, boys?
What happens outside,
we got no
control over.
Now, wait a while.
No sense in twisting it
so we're the guilty ones.
We let a lynchin' happen.
Guilt and shame.
Got a good
share of both.
What are you
so snippy about, Sam?
You lose your eatin' place,
what happens to you?
The day I lost the
use of my legs,
I found out there
are more important
things in life
than livery stables
or medicine books
or stores.
Maybe Sam's right.
Maybe it's time
we stood up like men.
What about our families?
Are they supposed
to starve?
It's not my decision to make;
it's yours.
I got no right hiding Kels
at the risk of your town.
He's in the old well
behind the feed store.
Well, now you know
where he is.
Anybody wants to turn him over
to the Masons, go ahead.
For the first time today,
I've been proud of my neighbors.
What are we
supposed to do,
just sit around
until sundown
and watch our town
burn to the ground?
No. The first thing
you've got to do
is get the sheriff
out of jail.
Now, you elected him.
Stand behind him.
How? The Masons've got
all the guns.
When the Yankees tried
to collect the guns
in the south,
there were more guns
underground
than there
were on top.
Well, I've got a Colt.45
in my cellar.
Yeah, there's a squirrel gun
my boy's got put away.
Anybody else?
Rowdy and I'll handle
two of the guns.
I'm pretty good
with a squirrel gun.
I'll take one.
Kels.
Kels?
Who is it?
Mandy.
Come on up.
It's all right.
The Masons.
Don't worry about the Masons.
Climb up.
I'll tie the rope.
Mr. Favor.
They look like they're
headed for trouble.
The town's had enough, Wilt.
They have guns.
What do you reckon
to do with 'em?
Freein' the sheriff.
You'd better tell your pa.
He'll never let you.
Then the Masons'll have to kill
a lot of innocent people,
and your pa, who never did
any harm to anybody,
will spend the rest
of his days in jail-
that is, if he isn't
killed himself.
Come here.
My hands are getting cramped
from being down here so long.
You're strong. You can make it.
Come on. Come on.
Pa.
Something's up.
Okay.
Gun that man!
Bring that horse in.
Must be one of ours.
Keep an eye on him.
Brett can pick you
off like rabbits
from that roof.
We aim to free the sheriff.
You aim to
commit suicide.
Wilt...
Wilt.
Wilt!
He wanted
to save you, Pa.
He was ridin'
to the ranger camp.
He had the crazy idea
that if he brought them,
everything would be all right
for the family.
My own boy.
I shot my youngest.
I shot my own boy...
Wilt.
Thanks, Mr. Favor.
I figure it's
a good bet
there'll never be another
lynching in Provo.
I took the liberty
of entering your house, Doc.
I figured we'd need these.
Thank you.
We'll need
some horses, too.
There's good grass
on the other side
of the hill.
Your horses'll be there.
Good, let's go.
Kels is dead, too.
He tried to climb
out of the well.
The rope broke.
Well, let's try
and find those horses.
They've already
found 'em for us.
Will he be all right?
Eh, I cleaned
out the infection.
The fever's going down.
That's not what I asked.
He's strong.
I wish I had
his strength,
but it'll be a while
before he's on his feet.
Thanks, Doc.
Pete? Pete?
Mr. Favor...
Who's watchin' the herd?
You, uh, want us
to leave you some
signposts to follow?
You just worry
about them steers.
I'll catch up to you.
Close up that
tail gate.
We don't want
to lose him.
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'?
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!
Hyah!
Ask any townsman
along the Sedalia,
Missouri Trail,
and he'll tell you that drovers
are nothin' but trouble.
They work hard,
play hard, fight hard.
They're sons of the devil.
But if you want to hear
their side, just ask me.
Favor's my name, trail boss.
Scarlet!
Over there!
It's Pete!
Mr. Favor, over here!
Whoa.
What's the matter with Pete?
What happened?
Rattlesnake
spooked his horse,
he threw him,
gored by a steer.
How in the heck
did he get thrown?
Come on, Pete.
Get me the medical kit, quick.
You feeling lucky?
Probably feels worse
than it is.
I hope you are feeling lucky,
'cause I'm just played out.
Boy, it's bleeding
pretty bad.
There's a town
a dozen miles off the trail.
Well, I can stop
the bleeding,
but you try to move him,
and it figures the life'll
bleed right out of him
before you get him there.
Then we bring the doctor
to him.
Rowdy, let's go.
There's not a soul.
Hello!
Dr. Jackson?
I'm looking
for Dr. Jackson.
Young man.
You're interrupting what in
Ireland would be called a wake.
Pa, he's a stranger.
But we're not mourning the dead.
We're mourning our own guilt.
Are you Dr. Jackson?
No. There he is.
Dr. Jackson?
My name's Favor.
I'm boss of a herd
in the Sedalia Trail.
One of my men's hurt bad.
Yesterday we had
us a lynching.
Look, Doctor, a man's dying,
he needs your help.
I'm in no mood
to help anyone.
Do you want to ride
on your horse or across him?
I'll need my bag.
Eddie, will
you get my bag?
You must rate this
fella pretty high.
That I do.
What about the horses?
They're taken care of.
All right, Morton,
gonna lock you up.
Everybody stand easy!
Don't make matters worse.
Where's Kels Morgan?
What do you want, Jed?
Give me that shotgun, Tom.
I want Kels Morgan.
That won't help your
son- he's dead.
Lynched is the word.
And it's simple justice
to hand out the same treatment
to the ones responsible.
The whole town
is responsible.
Why pick on one man?
Two, Doc.
We got the sheriff
locked in his own jail.
He let the mob get Ben.
Kels Morgan led the mob.
When we find him, we're
gonna string 'em both up.
What'll that give you?
We're gonna hang him
in the middle of town.
We're gonna hang 'em so high,
every time the good, decent,
law-abiding folk
of Provo look up,
they'll remember
what they did to a boy
they never let
reach his majority.
He was guilty, Jed.
I ain't arguing that.
This town's locked up
till we find Kels Morgan.
Get their guns.
How long do you think
you can hold us?
We'll complete our chores
by sundown.
Until then,
nobody leaves Provo.
Nobody comes in to Provo.
Mister, with your permission,
I'd like to leave
with the doctor.
Who are you?
When'd you
get into town?
My name's Favor.
I'm a trail boss.
Friend of mine is hurt real bad
over on the Sedalia Trail.
I'm sorry about that, son.
I can't take the chance.
All we want is the doc.
You might just run into
a Texas Ranger or something.
After sundown,
you're free as a bird.
That might be too late.
That's the best I can do.
Mister, you might be killing
a man you don't even know.
Pa, let him go.
You forgetting how
your brother died?
You gonna let
another man's trouble
take importance
over our grief?
No, he don't go.
I don't care how many men die.
It ain't gonna turn
us from our aim.
I got a little chore
for the law-abiding folk.
They're gonna build us
a gallows... for two.
Come on!
We can't just stand here
leaning against the bar.
We got to do
something for Pete.
There must be something.
What?
Well, let's take
a look around,
see what we can find out.
Well, maybe they'll find
this fella Morgan
in a hurry, huh?
Maybe so.
There's Dibson's Lumber Company
down there.
You'll find all the lumber
you need there.
You can get all the hammers
and saws and nails
down at Jameson's.
All right, move!
Kels Morgan isn't
here, I swear it.
I hardly know him.
Sorry, ma'am.
Just checking for
Kels and for guns.
But I don't have any guns.
Sure you don't,
but we'll just look.
Let's talk to the doc.
Maybe he'll make a run for it
with us.
You go ahead.
I'll see if I can
pick up another horse
at the livery stable.
I'd like to talk
to you, Doc.
I hope you don't
want to talk to me
about what I think you
want to talk to me about.
I hate to disappoint you.
Young man, if this were
any other day in the world,
you wouldn't have
to ask me twice.
Kels Morgan wouldn't be here,
would he, Doc?
No, not unless he's
down in the basement
with the other rats.
Well,
how about weapons, Doc?
No, they're the only weapons
I use.
Mel, your Pa's making
a serious mistake.
You've... you've always been
a hardworking family,
except Ben.
I like you, Doc.
Don't say anything
against Ben,
we'll leave it
that way.
I brought each one of you
Mason boys into the world.
Your mother was the finest
woman I've ever known.
She'd hide her
head with shame
if she could be
here to witness
how you're manhandling
your friends.
She'd want us to do
just like we're doing.
Ben was Ma's favorite.
This man has a friend
who's dying,
and you won't let me help him.
Doc,
we got a brother dead.
Ben was our favorite, too.
Well, you can see how it is.
Look, Doc, I got two horses
down at that livery stable
that can outrun
anything in this state.
I never saw a horse
could outrun a bullet.
I've seen Bret Mason
up on that roof.
He's got a buffalo gun.
I always thought a doctor
was above everyone else.
He'd help a sick man
no matter what.
A dead doctor
can't help anybody.
You know, you don't
rate the name "doctor."
A young fella like you
is wasting your time.
You got a fast horse
and a disrespect
for the marksmanship
of the Masons.
There's a ranger camp
30 miles to the south.
You get the rangers
to clear a path for me
to your sick friend.
I might.
Now, wait. Wait.
Y-You can't turn me out.
They're going to kill me.
Kels, they find me hiding you,
they'll killme.
No, no, please,
Art, please.
You open for business?
What can I do for you?
Some feed and a rubdown?
Come on down, Kels.
It ain't the Masons.
Let me stay, Art,
let me stay.
I said come down.
You can't turn me in
like I was a dog.
Why, you've known me
for ten years.
We been friends, Art.
I'veknownyou
for ten years.
Mister, you can't
let him turn me out.
Please.
They're going to kill me.
You stirred
everybody up.
You deserve it.
Why's everybody treating me
like I was the criminal?
It was Ben Mason
that murdered
a decent, well-liked
man in Provo.
Everybody was glad
enough for me to yell
for his neck yesterday,
and today you turn
your backs on me.
How about the sheriff?
How about him?
He try and stop
the mob
from taking Ben Mason?
Sure he did,
but he was hit on the head
from behind.
He was out cold
when the hanging took place.
They find him,
then the sheriff swings, too.
That's right; the
sheriff wasn't at fault.
He was unconscious
just like Art said.
The sheriff don't
deserve to die.
Pete needs that doctor.
We got no call to butt in.
The sheriff has a chance
if they don't find him.
Yeah, that's right.
I'm walking out of here
for a spell.
When I come back,
I don't want
to see you around.
Now, wait a minute...
Wait a minute...
Did you get anywhere
with the doc?
No. He said
there's a ranger station
30 miles
south of here, though.
Put the saddle
back on my horse.
We going to try to
make a run for it?
Any kind of a break,
I ought to be able
to get out of range
of that buffalo gun.
What do you mean "you?"
Pete's a friend of
mine, too, you know.
Send a man to his death,
and you carry it with you
the rest of your life.
I know.
I told Old Man Mason
he'd be murdering a man
if he wouldn't let us
ride out of town.
We'd be doing the same thing
if we turned over Kels.
We'd be murdering
the sheriff.
Yeah, but Pete's
in a bad way.
Pete's got a chance;
the sheriff hasn't.
Saddle my horse.
The Masons are coming.
You've got to help me,
mister, please.
Take hold of yourself.
Have that horse
ready for me.
Come on.
All right, let's
get on with it.
There's too much open country
to make it to the hills.
That well.
Pa wants you down below.
That's a telegraph wire.
Telegraph?
Where's it lead to?
Union Army strung it up
during the occupation.
They left it here
for the Indian agent
to communicate with
the capitol at Austin.
It won't do us
any good, though.
The Masons must
have cut it.
You're in luck;
the well's dry.
Come on, climb in.
Anything happens to you,
nobody will know
I'm down there.
Well, you better pray
that I stay healthy.
Been waiting
for Jed to leave,
but I can't wait
no longer.
Is your name
Mason, ma'am?
Nearly was.
You wouldn't figure
the men who voted
me in office
would build a gallows
for me, would you, Mandy?
All right, what are
you stopping for?
Mandy, you
could get help.
No, I couldn't.
The Masons won't harm you,
out of respect to Ben.
I want them to find Kels.
It was Kels
so crazy jealous about you
that made him make
to see Ben swing.
It was over between Kels and me
a long time ago.
Maybe so, but it was alive
enough in Kels,
and hurt bad enough
to slug me from behind.
He took a chance
to swing himself
for the pleasure of
watching Ben swing.
I hope they find him.
I know its a weak thing to ask,
but what about me?
They're just bluffing.
You can take a chance
thinking that, I can't.
I got a bushel full of thanks
from the folks in this town
over the years.
I'd give the whole bushel full
if somebody'd get on a horse
and get some help.
You'd ask a girl to do this?
When I'm swinging,
I'm not going to
question the sex
of the one who
cuts me down.
No, you're asking
too much.
Mandy, you hunger so
bad to see Kels killed,
you don't care who gets
killed with him, huh?
Good-looking woman.
According to which
side of these bars
you're standing on.
Who are you?
My name's Favor.
I got a herd
bedded down close by.
All right, you've got
a herd bedded down.
What are you doing
in a hole like this?
A friend of mine
with that herd is dying.
Has to have a doctor.
Is there any chance
of, uh,
getting at
those guns?
The Masons
got the keys.
I got a horse ready
to make a run
for the ranger camp,
but, uh,
I'm just figuring
it might be better odds
to try for those guns.
The good citizens
of Provo
who put me
in office.
You'd have a better
chance with a horse.
How about
that telegraph wire?
It's been cut.
Yeah, I know, but suppose
it could be fixed?
Who operates it?
See the little man
in shirtsleeves-
the one carrying
those boards?
Yeah.
Frank Sanford.
He's the one
who operated it
before it was cut.
Uh-oh.
I'm sorry your friend
out with your herd
still got to suffer,
but the boys ain't
turned up Kels yet.
Jed, you worked how many years
getting that ranch of yours
on a paying basis- ten, 12?
Now you aim
to throw it all away.
You let them hang my boy.
You're blind, so I ain't going
to argue it with you.
What about your other boys?
They done backbreaking labor
right alongside you
all those years.
You going to let them
be hunted off their land?
My boys feel like I do.
Then why are you waiting
to string me up?
I'm waiting to find Kels.
I'll tell you why.
You know
your boys ain't killers.
They couldn't stomach
to see more than one hanging.
If you strung me up,
they'd take off right then.
You got until sundown.
What will happen come sundown
and Kels ain't found?
We'll find him.
If we have to burn down
every house to smoke him out,
we'll find him.
You men, give him a hand!
Get that gun!
I admire a man
who'll risk his life
for his partner.
You hurt?
I'm all right.
I told you, when
the time was right,
I was going
to ride out.
Well, you were a long time
coming back.
Look, while we're sitting
around here,
Pete Nolan's out there.
I haven't forgotten
about Pete...
All right, let them go.
That's so nobody else
will get any ideas.
Well, this will make
us real popular.
You can round them up later.
In the meantime,
the only horses
in town will be ours.
All right, get to work.
You ain't no use up
in that tower.
You're supposed to shoot anybody
try to make off.
We come to
kill the ones
that caused Ben's
death and nobody else.
We're weak-hearted
about the way we do things,
we're never going
to get justice.
Next time,
you stop a bullet.
Mr. Mason, nobody can say
you haven't got a grievance,
but you're running down
a wild road.
What do you think I should do?
Raise my hand like a kid
in school
and ask a federal judge
to punish the ones who did it?
In 15 years,
maybe I'd get
some satisfaction.
There's some here
who had nothing to do
with that lynching.
This whole town is going
to sweat
till I get my hands
on Kels Morgan.
That might take some doing.
You seen him?
All I said was,
he might be hard to find.
When I first set eyes on you,
I liked your style.
The more I see of you,
the less I like it.
Now take a little advice-
don't get in my way again.
Frank, get us another keg
of nails.
Sure.
Hey, what are you
fellows up to?
The Sheriff says you're the one
who works the telegraph.
Yeah, but the
wire's cut.
The wire runs
behind the cemetery.
I figured, uh,
we'd take your telegraph key
up there and attach it.
Where is it?
Back here
in the store.
But they're expecting
me with them nails.
Rowdy will deliver them.
We'll never get
away with it.
We'll never know
unless we try.
'Bout time, Frank.
Oh, it's you.
Gregg,
something's moving
in the cemetery.
I'll take a look.
Figures it won't
do no good,
even if we get a
message through.
You know how
far Austin is?
Six, seven hours till sundown.
That's time enough for help.
We didn't bring nothing
to cut this with.
We'll use the end
of Mason's cut.
Well?
Well, what?
We didn't come here
to look at this.
Won't do no good to
start sending now.
Won't be nobody at the
other end till 3:00.
You see, Provo ain't
a regular station.
At 3:00 every
afternoon,
they put a man on the
other end to receive
in case we got
anything to say.
That's two hours
from now.
What's the matter?
We set it up, but we
can't send until 3:00.
I guess it's feeding time
for the animals.
You're above all
this, huh, Doc?
This boy don't respect
his elders.
Doc, a man gored by a steer-
what do you figure his chances?
Well, according
to where he was gored...
In the belly.
High or low?
Low. About here.
Well, that's a point
in his favor.
You able to
stop the bleeding?
Mostly.
Figures it isn't infected now.
But it's a cinch
to be by sundown.
What would his chances be then?
A lot less
than now.
If you got to him
before sundown?
If a bull gave milk,
he'd be a cow.
Know of anyplace
we can get something to eat?
Well, the cafe is closed today
for lack of enthusiasm
on the part of the owner.
You the owner?
That's right.
The cafe's closed,
but my front door is open.
Come on in.
Mandy, we got guests.
Come on in, fellows.
Well, we ain't got much
to offer.
Just the best food this
side of the Rio Grande.
And the best cook.
Well, I'm
not... I'm
not hungry.
Oh, there's always
something in the kitchen.
My name is Harris,
Sam Harris.
This is my
daughter, Mandy.
Hello.
Gil Favor. This
is Rowdy Yates.
I'll bring you
what there is.
Well, sit down, fellows.
You know, the Masons ain't
themselves today.
Any other day,
Jed Mason wouldn't let
your friend suffer.
No. I've known the Masons
maybe... maybe ten years.
I've never known a finer family
in my life.
A lot of folks thought
I was happy
about what happened to Ben.
I wasn't.
A lynching never makes anybody
feel good.
Frank, throw
that up here.
We'd better get going.
We'll see you later.
Right.
They don't always
answer right away.
Keep trying.
It-It wasn't my fault.
He made me do it.
He forced me into it.
Now move,
both of you.
Well, this town ain't got
but a couple of dozen
buildings in it.
We ain't left a board unturned.
Well, they've got
him hid somewhere.
Somebody's
got him hid.
I found them
fooling with
the telegraph.
They fix it?
Ifixed it.
You were warned.
I told you you had
your last warning.
You hit him again,
I'll kill you.
You're in no
position to make
threats, Mister.
Mr. Mason...
it's my guess
that before sundown,
you'll end up murderin'
a lot more people
than just the sheriff.
You got me pegged wrong,
Mr. Favor.
You can't rile me
into murder.
Hangin' the sheriff
and Kels Morgan is justice.
In the eyes of God
and decent men, it's justice.
You're like a loco steer.
Anybody in your path
has to be stomped to death.
Pa, he didn't have nothin'
to do with the lynchin'.
Pa, what happened to Ben
was our fault.
Your own brother.
Ben killed a man!
I ain't arguing that!
He had a right to a trial.
We can't change the fact
that Ben's dead.
He's right
about one thing:
we go on the way we are,
other Masons
are going to be murderers.
I want Kels Morgan.
Unless I find
him by sundown,
I'll burn to the
ground every stinkin'
building in this town.
Wilt... Wilt...
Come on.
Here.
Well, go ahead now,
take it.
Now... you go on in there
and make it up
with the old man.
Well, there's still some guns
in that jail.
That's right.
The only problem
is getting 'em.
Pa.
Wilt...
I gave Ben
everything I could.
I gave him the best bed
in the house, the best food.
I went without
so he could have
the kind of clothes
that pleasured him.
I know, Pa.
Why did he do it?
The Masons been respected
in these parts since we settled.
Let's go home, Pa.
Wilt...
there's some things
men have to do
to preserve the name men.
We leave this business
unfinished,
we'll be miserable
till the day we die...
and the day we die,
the ground'll spit us
right out of our graves
for the shame
of having a Mason in it.
I don't care
about myself, Pa,
or the others,
but you had a hard life
and little pleasure.
I don't want to
see you in trouble.
Lisa neglected you boys some
because of Ben,
but I'll make it up,
especially to you, Wilt.
You're my youngest,
now Ben's gone.
Let's go home, Pa.
Come sundown, Wilt.
Come sundown.
There's a meeting inside.
They want you to come.
Well, we might as
well get to the point.
Our Jameson here
says that you left
his livery stable
with Kels Morgan
under your wing.
That's right.
The argument goes
like this, Mr. Favor.
Most of these fellas
put the best years
of their lives into
their businesses.
Every cent they got,
all the work they put
in through the years,
will go up in smoke
unless you
give up Kels.
When I rode in here
a few hours ago,
the whole town was in mournin',
full of sorrow because you'd let
a lynchin' happen.
Now you want to do
the same thing all over again
and throw Kels
to the wolves.
He's no good anyway.
That's not the point.
The point is, to protect
a skunk like Kels,
we stand to lose
all our property
and maybe our lives.
The Sheriff stands
to lose his life for certain.
We figure we're
just giving up Kels,
don't we, boys?
What happens outside,
we got no
control over.
Now, wait a while.
No sense in twisting it
so we're the guilty ones.
We let a lynchin' happen.
Guilt and shame.
Got a good
share of both.
What are you
so snippy about, Sam?
You lose your eatin' place,
what happens to you?
The day I lost the
use of my legs,
I found out there
are more important
things in life
than livery stables
or medicine books
or stores.
Maybe Sam's right.
Maybe it's time
we stood up like men.
What about our families?
Are they supposed
to starve?
It's not my decision to make;
it's yours.
I got no right hiding Kels
at the risk of your town.
He's in the old well
behind the feed store.
Well, now you know
where he is.
Anybody wants to turn him over
to the Masons, go ahead.
For the first time today,
I've been proud of my neighbors.
What are we
supposed to do,
just sit around
until sundown
and watch our town
burn to the ground?
No. The first thing
you've got to do
is get the sheriff
out of jail.
Now, you elected him.
Stand behind him.
How? The Masons've got
all the guns.
When the Yankees tried
to collect the guns
in the south,
there were more guns
underground
than there
were on top.
Well, I've got a Colt.45
in my cellar.
Yeah, there's a squirrel gun
my boy's got put away.
Anybody else?
Rowdy and I'll handle
two of the guns.
I'm pretty good
with a squirrel gun.
I'll take one.
Kels.
Kels?
Who is it?
Mandy.
Come on up.
It's all right.
The Masons.
Don't worry about the Masons.
Climb up.
I'll tie the rope.
Mr. Favor.
They look like they're
headed for trouble.
The town's had enough, Wilt.
They have guns.
What do you reckon
to do with 'em?
Freein' the sheriff.
You'd better tell your pa.
He'll never let you.
Then the Masons'll have to kill
a lot of innocent people,
and your pa, who never did
any harm to anybody,
will spend the rest
of his days in jail-
that is, if he isn't
killed himself.
Come here.
My hands are getting cramped
from being down here so long.
You're strong. You can make it.
Come on. Come on.
Pa.
Something's up.
Okay.
Gun that man!
Bring that horse in.
Must be one of ours.
Keep an eye on him.
Brett can pick you
off like rabbits
from that roof.
We aim to free the sheriff.
You aim to
commit suicide.
Wilt...
Wilt.
Wilt!
He wanted
to save you, Pa.
He was ridin'
to the ranger camp.
He had the crazy idea
that if he brought them,
everything would be all right
for the family.
My own boy.
I shot my youngest.
I shot my own boy...
Wilt.
Thanks, Mr. Favor.
I figure it's
a good bet
there'll never be another
lynching in Provo.
I took the liberty
of entering your house, Doc.
I figured we'd need these.
Thank you.
We'll need
some horses, too.
There's good grass
on the other side
of the hill.
Your horses'll be there.
Good, let's go.
Kels is dead, too.
He tried to climb
out of the well.
The rope broke.
Well, let's try
and find those horses.
They've already
found 'em for us.
Will he be all right?
Eh, I cleaned
out the infection.
The fever's going down.
That's not what I asked.
He's strong.
I wish I had
his strength,
but it'll be a while
before he's on his feet.
Thanks, Doc.
Pete? Pete?
Mr. Favor...
Who's watchin' the herd?
You, uh, want us
to leave you some
signposts to follow?
You just worry
about them steers.
I'll catch up to you.
Close up that
tail gate.
We don't want
to lose him.
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'...?