Rawhide (1959–1965): Season 1, Episode 4 - Incident of the Widowed Dove - full transcript

Gil breaks his own rule when the trail boss lets his boys go wild in a town with a crooked roulette wheel and watered drinks. Before leaving camp Rowdy has Favor hold his money to protect it. Rowdy decides to check out the town by window shopping. The Marshal's luscious young wife desperately seeking any way to escape him, steals Rowdy's empty wallet but returns it to him. Rowdy is a perfect foil, as she meets him at the blacksmith shop telling him she is in trouble and needs $50 to leave. As Rowdy asks Favor for his money, a fight breaks out in the saloon over the crooked roulette wheel. Favor tries to remove his men but a dealer and drover Billy are killed. The men leave town with Favor promising to return to settle with the Marshal. At camp Rowdy asks for his money but Favor sensing a ripoff refuses. Rowdy picks a fight and quits the drive to get his money. He returns to give Clovis $50. She refuses it knowing Rowdy is in danger telling him to leave town while the Marshal's tiny Iago, Poke, pushes for a deadly confrontation. Favor not realizing the danger Rowdy is in, asks the Marshal to arrest Rowdy for stealing a horse. The Marshal takes Rowdy to camp to settle the horse issue but with no intentions of Rowdy making it.

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!

Sedalia Trail is a thousand
miles of dust,

deep river crossings
and stampedes.

A job forgotten by those
who wait for their cattle

at the end of the drive,



but not forgotten
by the men in the saddle

who bring the cattle through

like me, Gil Favor,
trail boss.

Let go! Let go!

Now I got
to change my shirt.

They won't even know
you have a shirt.

They'll know
when I get through
with 'em.

Tascosa Junction here I come!

Take it easy, Billy.

I'm breaking
the rules as it is

letting any of you go
into town.

Still breaking
a rule.

There's no harm
in entertainment, Mr. Favor.

Good to know somebody's
alive beside themselves.

Don't think you're going
to make any permanent dent

in Tascosa Junction, Billy.

Trail towns were born
to handle trouble.

Mr. Favor,
I'm going to try.

It isn't going

to give me any trouble,
Mr. Favor.

What you counting
your money for?

You getting married?

I'm saving it, Wish.

Would you take care
of this for me, Mr. Favor?

It'll be safe with you.

Right.

There's plenty of gals there
and everything, Mushy.

There's a sheriff
over there named Lindstrom.

I didn't meet him,
but they say he's pretty tough.

Of course, he don't want
to drive any business away.

Somebody's got to stay
with the nighthawkers.

Oh, I've seen
these trail towns.

They're all alike.

You go on and
have a good time.

Thanks, Wishbone.

That's great, Wish.

You sure you're ready
for this, Rowdy?

I'm ready.

Now, listen, all of you!

You're warned the liquor's
most likely watered

and the games crooked,
so make the best of it.

And no fighting
or you'll answer to me.

Let's go!

Better come and go along,
Wishbone.

Ah.

Look like you're going
to be busy tonight

tending jail, Claggert.

Ah, they don't mean
no harm.

Just getting it out
of their system.

Stop drumming up trouble
for everybody, Poke.

I don't want you
out here.

Go away.

Leave me alone
and go away.

Maybe I don't want to.

You know, if they don't
get somebody

in that jail pretty soon,

you going to lose your job
working for Lindstrom.

Then you going to have
all day sitting out here

by your daughter's grave.

Get out. Get out!

You don't like
nobody knowing, do you?

That if you wasn't such
a drunk,

maybe you could have tooken
better care of her.

Maybe she wouldn't be
lying out here.

Get out of here.

Go on!

Maybe I going to tell Lindstrom
you ain't tending to business,

sitting here hugging
a gravestone

instead of cleaning out
the jail.

Get out!

Hey, you, what do you think
you're doing?!

Hyah!

Mushy, want to bet
on the black with me?

I bet you'll be broke
in five minutes.

Mr. Favor,
you go on ahead.

I'm going to check
the town over a little bit.

New customers
for Texas Street.

Don't get any ideas.

Stop it,
will you, Sid?

I'm sorry, Clovis.

I didn't mean it.

You meant it.

I told you
to wear this ring.

I want them down there
to know who you belong to.

They know.

They all think I'm lucky
to have a wife like you.

The whole town
thinks I'm lucky.

What's wrong with me,
Clovis?

You want to hear
again, Sid?

What's the matter
with us?

You said you trusted me,
and I trusted you.

Until you started
looking at other men-

younger men.

That's what I mean.

You don't trust me.

I want to.

How can I?

Why didn't you try?

Why didn't you give me
a chance?

I did try.

What can I do
to make it right with us?

For one thing,

you could get me
out of these clothes.

I'm still wearing
the ones I wore

when I worked
in the dance hall.

You could give me
enough money

so I could buy clothes
fit for a wife.

How do I know
if I give you money

you don't take the next
stage and run away?

If I wanted to do that,

I could have gotten
somebody to give it to me.

You try it.

You just try.

You can't make a move
in this town

that I don't know about.

That's right.

Now leave me alone, Sid.

Just leave me alone.

Give me another bottle
of that Old Bill Warren.

Favor! You were right
about this wheel,

but I didn't think
it was gonna bethatcrooked.

Twelve, red.

Sorry, boys,
nobody on.

You're just bucking
the tiger, Billy.

I'm going to
change to red.

Well, I'm going
to stay with the black.

Now, get that wheel rolling.

You know, for a guy
with a gold colic,

you're awful slow.

Give me another bottle
of Old Bill Warren!

Mr. Claggert.

Oh, Miss Clovis.

You shouldn't be
seen talking to me.

Did you get it?
Did you get it, Mr. Claggert?

I'm sorry, Miss Clovis.

I couldn't sell it for you.

Nobody on the early stage
wanted it.

Nobody had money
to buy fancies like this.

If I had the money,

I'd give it
to you myself.

Sure.

I'm scared,
Miss Clovis.

If he thought
I was helping you get away,

I don't know what he'd do.

It's all right, Mr. Claggert.
Go ahead.

Thank you, ma'am.

Oh.

Terribly sorry.

That's all right,
that's all right.

I hope I didn't
break nothing.

Oh, you didn't.

Thank you very much.

I-I'll be glad to pay for it.

Hey, you fellows
got something of mine?

I found it on
the boardwalk.

Well, I want to thank you
for finding it, ma'am.

When I saw it,
I thought maybe

it might be
my lucky day,

lucky enough to help
me out of my trouble.

I couldn't even
open it.

I couldn't look
inside of it.

I was afraid...

maybe I couldn't
give it back.

Oh, well, there's
no money in it.

Just... pictures
of my family.

I wouldn't want
to lose them, though.

You in, uh, some kind
of trouble, ma'am?

Some.

Well, maybe I can help.

Let's get away from here.

Not down
Main Street.

Too many eyes on you,
too many tongues start wagging.

Yeah. Well, I can't say
that I blame you.

A drover's got
a mean reputation.

Oh, it isn't that.

Tascosa Junction is a mean town.

Maybe you know
somewhere we could go.

Huh?

I can't be seen with you-
or anybody- anytime.

Hey, well, wait, wait.

Uh... I got a...

I got my horse down here.

I... I'm gonna get him shod
down at the blacksmith shop.

I'll be there if you
want to walk by.

If it don't come up,

I want to turn the wheel over
and find out why.

Yeah!

Come on, boys,
play a little.

One bottle of booze
on black.

Hello.

You like horses?

I know how
to handle them.

I'm a little
afraid of them.

You ever seen them
put a shoe on?

It doesn't, uh, hurt.

It looks kind
of awful, but...

it doesn't
really hurt them.

I always thought
it hurt very much.

No, it doesn't
hurt them.

You don't have to talk
if you don't want to.

I don't want to get
you in trouble, you know.

Oh, this can't
get me in trouble.

What about you?

I can do what I want.

I can't.

Why?

I just can't.

A girl like you
can do anything.

A girl like mecan't
do anything.

Want to know something?

What?

I think you're the nicest
girl I've ever met.

"Nicest."

Yeah.

Want to know how come
I live in a town like this?

That doesn't make
any difference.

My hometown is
Springfield, Illinois.

I came out to be
a schoolteacher.

Yeah. Well, they
all say that.

Well, that's what
I came out to do,

but that's not what I'm doing.

I'm selling drinks
to people who come in

night after night.

Look, uh...
I'm not asking any questions.

I know.
I'm just telling you on my own.

Feels kind of good to have
somebody nice to talk to.

Well, a-a girl
has to eat.

Do you have any folks
back there in Springfield?

A girl like you, stuck in a
place like this with no man?

I mean, a friend
to look after her?

That's why you
want help, huh?

To get out of here?

I just can't seem
to get the money together.

You'd think
I could manage it, but...

Well, you see,
you have to wear fancy clothes

to work in a place
like that and...

well, they keep taking
the price out of your wages

and I never catch up.

But here I am,
telling you all my troubles.

Why don't you tell me about you?

Well...

Not much to
tell about me.

Just a trail drover,
that's all.

I liked you the moment
I saw you, though-

the way you
looked, that is,

and I like you more
as time goes on.

You see,
there's really

not too much
to tell about me.

Those your men?

They're mine.

Scaring the citizens
we can rule out.

They're sort of used
to that from you waddies,

but that water trough
your man shot up

will have to
be paid for.

Agreeable.

I'll leave the money
with the barkeep.

Tascosa Junction don't
mind a little fun

on a pay-as-you-go basis.

That sounds like
a reasonable town.

I think I'll take
a look at it.

I'm about out
of money.

Here's some money,

if you want
some money!

More money!

We might be an
open town, mister,

but I wouldn't try
tearing it apart.

It's been tried before.

Is he one of
yours, too?

Yeah.

I don't want your
men sleeping it off

all over town
in the morning.

Pack them back with
you when you go.

"Clovis." That's
a pretty name.

I like "Rowdy," too.

How much money
was it, uh...

you needed to
get out of town?

Fifty dollars.

Fifty dollars?

Whew. That's a
lot of money.

Well, listen,
forget it.

Just forget it.

No, no, no. No, wait.

I want to help you,
really I do.

I never met
anybody like you.

Listen,
it was silly for me

to ask somebody I don't
even know to help me.

I was just desperate.

Well, look, I'm gonna
get the money for you.

You wait here, huh?

Wait right here.

Mr. Favor!

I... I was, uh...

thinking maybe you,
you might give me

that money I gave you,

and maybe some of
my back pay, too.

I'm going to hit him
with his crooked wheel.

Come on, Billy, go
on and hit him.

Billy! Hold up!

This wheel's crooked
as a dog's hind leg, Mr. Favor.

We're going to bust it
and get our money.

Billy, you knew
it was a crooked game.

We're just going to get
our money back, Mr. Favor.

Pete, get them
rounded up.

All right, let's get
back to the herd.

Shorty.

What's the big idea?!

Get off my bar.

Break it up. Get out of here.

You're ruining the place.

Cut it out!

All right, let's hit the street.

Break it up.
Everybody.

Come on.

Hey, it's me, boss!

I've had enough.

Let's get
out of here.

Break it up,
break it up.

Come on, let's go.

Scarlet! Get out.

Come on, let's hit it!

Keep your hands

in back of that bar.

All right, come
on, let's go.

Come on, let's go!

Step it up!

Come on, Billy.

Coming, Mr. Favor.

Mr. Favor!

Hey, they got Billy!

Hey!
Hey!

Nothing we can do.

He's dead.

Let's get 'em!

Better stay
where you are.

Get out of town!

Get back.

Hit it, Rowdy!

Go back to camp!
Get out!

You running out?

I'll be back,
just me alone.

That all right with you?

That's all right
with me.

Max in there is
deader than Kelsey's ear.

I told him. I told him.

Now he'll come back
wanting to pay

for a couple of broken
chairs, won't he?

Won't he?!

I guess so,
Mr. Lindstrom.

Take that cowhand
over to the parlor.

What's the matter?

What are you
back here for?

From now on, you stay
in camp- all of you.

What are we going
to do about Billy?

I'm going
back to town.

Why can't we all go?

The only justice Billy's going
to get's from all of us.

Billy asked for trouble-
he got it.

You were warned beforehand
the wheels were crooked.

I'm going back to see
he gets a decent burial.

That's all. Pete!

Move the cattle
in the morning.
I'll catch up.

Well, I-I'll go take care
of his burial, Mr. Favor.

I have to go
into town anyway.

Why?

Well, I-I'd
like that money

that's coming to me.

For what?

Well, I want to
lend a girl $50.

What's the matter,
Mr. Favor?

If you're lending it

to that girl I saw you
in town with, don't.

You don't have
to worry about her.

He don't want you
to get took, Rowdy.

No one's taking
me, Mr. Favor.

A woman like that's
always taking somebody.

Look, she's a decent girl
and she needs help.

Believe me, Rowdy, I've known
women like that all my life.

She'll only give you a hard time
and make a fool of you to boot.

She needs help,
Mr. Favor,

and I want the money
that's coming to me.

Not for her.

Not...

Well, then I'm quitting
the drive as of now.

A man quits in the middle
of a drive only once.

I never take quitters back.

Well, I only quit once.

You make me wish I could
reach for a hickory rod.

You don't need
a hickory rod, Mr. Favor.

You've got two good fists.

Now, if you think
I need a lesson

and you're the teacher,
you go ahead and try.

All right,
I'll give you your fight.

In Sedalia- if your temper's
still with you by then.

I never fight
with my men on the trail.

Well, I'm not your man anymore.

If you don't see
fit to fight,

you take back what you
said about Miss Clovis,

right in front of
everyone who heard you.

The quickest way
to douse a fire

is to quench the spark.

There's no call
for that, Rowdy.

I'll just square that
for you, Wishbone.

Let me, Mr. Nolan-
I'm nearer his age.

Hold it!

You've earned your fight, Rowdy.

The only reason
he lostthisfight,

he was fighting
two people-

me and his bad temper.

I want those
wages, Mr. Favor.

You want me to
try and take them?

I'll hold still if you
want to belt me, Wishbone.

You hitting me
isn't what hurts, boy.

Rowdy.

No hard feelings.

Yeah.

Pete-

Take over.

Right.

Wishbone, make us some
coffee, will you?

Jim and Joe, go out
and relieve the herders.

The rest of you relax.

I'm looking
for the sheriff.

You can wait, if you want.

He'll be in about 11:00.

All righty.

If you're business
ain't troubling ya,

I can give you
a game of checkers.

Gets lonely sitting here.

Well, maybe
you can help me.

I'm looking for a girl.

She's kind of,
um, short.

Got blondish hair.
Real pretty.

And when she talks,

she's got a nice warm
sound to her voice.

Warm?

They all got warmth
in their voice, Mister.

Well, her name's
Clovis.

You've heard of her,
haven't you?

So help me, no.

Maybe the best
thing for you

is to get out
of town right now.

Hey, uh...

you know most everybody
in Tascosa Junction,

don't you, Mister?

Well, I ought to.
I've been here five years.

Well, I'm looking
for a girl.

I don't know
her last name.

I don't even know
where she lives.

A girl?

Yeah.

We had a bunch of drovers
in here today,

but I don't know
where any girl is.

Unless maybe she's
over at the Red Tank

helping them
straighten up.

Oh, no, no, no, she
wouldn't be over there.

There's decent
people in this town,
isn't there, Mister?

Well, I guess so.
I'm here.

Well, her first
name's Clovis.

Excuse me.

Hey, wait.

Clovis...

there's a button
off my shirt.

Yeah, there's a button
off your shirt.

I thought maybe you'd fix it...

like a good wife.

That's right.

Like a good wife,
I'll fix it.

I get the feeling again
you think I'm too old for you.

No, you're not.

Who was the boy?

What boy?

Across the street
from where I stood.

You were talking to him.

Nobody.

I never saw him before.

I was lonely, I talked to him.

Nobody in this town
ever talks to me anymore.

Nobody.

They remember what happened
to the last man

who put his hands on you.

He was dancing with me
and he was drunk.

He touched you.

For dancing with me, he ended up
in that jail of yours.

He got out, didn't he?

Sure... your way.

So you could shoot him
in the back

while he was trying to escape.

I didn't want to kill him.

You got to listen to me.
I didn't want to kill him.

Clovis...

All right.

It'll be a lesson
for you to remember.

Nobody gets ideas
about you.

I did it before.

And if I have to,
I'll do it again.

Who's that?

Me, Poke.

What do you want?

Li-Like you said, I should
keep my eyes open for you.

Well, there's
a kid in town.

He's asking everybody
where he can find Miss Clovis.

He's over to the Red Tank.

He's one of them fellas
shot up the Red Tank.

Well, you said
that you'd give me

two dollars every time.

No one you knew.

You won't get him
in jail, Sheriff.

You ain't gonna get him
to make a run for it.

That's right.

You might as well pour
that back in the bottle.

I don't want it.

Maybe you got
a wrong name, Mister.

I never heard of
anybody named Clovis.

I haven't got
a wrong name.

Like to know what everybody
so shut mouthed
about around here.

Didn't your outfit
do enough damage?

Now get out of here.

Your outfit's
sure got a nerve.

My outfit
totes its bills.

What's the cost?

They killed your croupier,
didn't they?

Poke, get out of here.

Well, all I said...

Oh, you beat it.

People got to die.

Things like that
got to happen.

That being the case,
the score's even.

Who does the burying
in this town?

Traeger.

You find
what you come for?

One of my men was killed
here this afternoon.

How much for burying?

It's usual for the county

to pay the burial cost
to the cemetery.

I didn't ask that.
How much.

$20 with the tombstone.
Wooden.

Name's Billy Grant.

Born?

Don't know
where or when.

Just put the name.

Put San Antone, Texas.

That's where
I picked him up.

It'll be written,
not carved.

Seems like a
mighty flimsy way

of fixing a headpiece.

It'll fade in a month.

It'll last just as long
as the memory of him.

All right, Rowdy.

Let's go back
to the camp.

I quit the drive, Mr. Favor.

I quit.
You remember that?

Remember?

I also remember you're
quicker on words

than you are on
thinking things out.

Thought maybe you
did some thinking

since you rode
out of camp.

I been doing
some thinking.

I've been doing
a lot of thinking.

It all adds up
to the same thing.

Come on, Rowdy.

Believe me, I know
something about a woman.

You don't know everything.

When we're on the trail,

I never question
your word, Mr. Favor.

It's law.

But there are even things
you can be wrong about.

There's lots of things
I can be wrong about.

But I'm not wrong
in wanting what's
best for my men.

It's been a long time
since I started needing
a shave in the morning.

I don't need
a wet nurse anymore.

Is that what I been
to you, a wet nurse?

Mr. Favor, when you're
always riding me in

and you never say
anything good

even when I
do things right,

I don't get sore at that.

I realize you're trying
to make me do my job better.

And be able to
step into my boots

when the time comes.

I can take that.
I'm even grateful.

But this is different.

Meaning?

Meaning it's a personal
private matter, that's what.

Meaning it's none
of my business.

If you want to put it
that way, yeah.

I'm putting it that
way, but I'm not
going to take it.

It's no use, Mr. Favor.
It's no use at all.

I'm not gonna throw away
all the time and training
I've spent on you.

There's nothing
you can do about that.

That all ended up
back there at camp.

And you're not
my trail boss anymore.

Say, when's the next stage
out of here?

Midnight.

Thanks.

You ain't letting him get away
with this, are you, Sheriff?

Nobody's
done nothing, Poke.

Ain't they, though?

This ought to be
real good, Claggert.

You didn't like what happened
to the other one, did ya?

Get out.

You let me alone.

Sheriff...
Get out of here!

Don't hurt nobody else,
Lindstrom.

Since when are you
taking up for anybody?

When I talk to
you, answer me.

It's about Miss Clovis,
ain't it?

Why don't you let her go?

Haven't you hurt her enough?

Maybe she likes
the boy.

A drunken yellow-bellied lout
like you

begging for somebody else.

Are you drinking?

Is that where
you're getting your nerve?

I'm just asking you
not to hurt the girl.

What are you remembering,
Claggert, your daughter?

Are you trying
to make up

for her throwing
herself away

because you couldn't
take care of her?

Well, I didn't think
you'd come back.

I want to prefer charges
against the man I just fired.

He's over at the Red Tank.

I caught him trying
to steal a horse.

I want to teach him a lesson

by having him spend
a few days in jail.

What are you up to, Mister?

All right.

It's still a lesson
I've got to teach him.

But not for stealing a horse.

No, he's stuck on
some girl here in town.

Want to break it up.

They're sort of stuck on
each other, is that it?

I'm not sure about her.

But I'm not taking
a chance it'll
get that far.

He's over at
the Red Tank, huh?

Let's find him.

Mister...

How much you pay me,

I tell you where
Miss Clovis is?

Who's there?

It's me, Rowdy.

Brought you the money
I promised you.

I told you I would,
Clovis.

Well, I don't want it.

Look, I'm not leaving here

till you tell me
what's the matter.

You're in some kind
of trouble, aren't you?

I looked all over the place,
and I...

Who are you, Clovis?

You married?

Yes.

You didn't tell me
you were married.

I needed the money
to get away from him.

Listen, I lied to you.

I stole your wallet
and I lied to you

because I was looking
for an easy mark.

Well, listen, haven't you
heard enough?

Get out of here.

Well, I want
to help you.

I don't care
if you lied.

I want to help you.

Here's the money.

You keep your money, Rowdy.

You save it for somebody
who'll appreciate it.

Now get out of here.

Go, please.

There he is, Sheriff.

Take him.

Take me for what?

Attempted horse stealing.

Horse stealing?

What are you trying
to pull, Mr. Favor?

What horse
are you talking about?

The horse I rode
into your outfit

when I joined up
with you?

I never heard you lie,

and I've been with
you a long time.

What horse are
you talking about?

You know why he
wants me locked up?

I know what the charge is.

Well, I'll tell
you why he wants
me locked up.

He wants to keep
me away from a
girl named Clovis.

You know her?

I know her.

I always thought
you fought fair,
Mr. Favor.

I guess Miss Clovis
must've caught
your eye, too.

You're the law, but don't
you go roughin' me up.

There was no call
for that, Sheriff.

It's my lookout
how I treat my prisoners.

Who are you?

Rowdy's trail boss.

Pack your things.

That doesn't give
you any right to
come in here.

The way you girls
can spot a kid like Rowdy

and take him every time.

What are you
talking about?

I didn't do
anything to him.

He's a nice kid.

I'm puttin' you
on the 12:00 stage.

You got 15 minutes,

and, uh, hand
over the money.

I didn't take it.

Hand over the $50

you cadged from him.

I didn't take his money.

Now, look, he's
one of my men.

He signed on for
the trail, and I
aim to keep him,

so you might as well
forget about him,

because he's going
to stay in jail

until you're safely
out of town.

Jail?

You turned him over
to Sheriff Lindstrom?

On a trumped-up charge
that'll hold him

until you're out of town.

You want him killed?

A few hours in jail
never killed anybody.

Do you know who I am?

I'm Lindstrom's wife.

His wife.

Now, you get that boy
out of jail

before Sid kills him.

Get some things on.

You're comin' with me.

I tell you, Sheriff,
I didn't steal
any horse of his,

and I can
prove it.
How?

Now, you take me
out to the outfit.

The men out there
saw me quit.

They'll tell you
I didn't steal
anything of his.

Take his gun,
Claggert.

Look, I'm not lyin'
to you, Sheriff.

I didn't say
you were, boy.

Look, I'm a fair man.

Aren't I, Claggert?

Aren't I, Poke?

Just as fair
as rain, Sheriff.

Poke, shut up.

Please don't do
anything, Sheriff.

Do what?

Now, what's he
talkin' about?

I'm going to do
just like you asked.

You and me are goin'
to ride out

to that outfit of yours.

Let's go.

Thanks, Sheriff.

Someday, they gonna learn

not to touch Miss
Clovis, ain't they?

Claggert?

Where you goin',
Claggert?

Sheriff!

Poke, Poke,
where's the sheriff?

Did he have
a prisoner with him?

He sure has.

What's so funny?

Why don't you
ask Claggert?

Claggert will
tell you.

Claggert!

Who's Claggert?

Well, he's
the jailer.

He's ridin' off.

Maybe he's goin'
out to see the fun.

What's goin' on here?

What's he done
with his prisoner?

Took him away.

Boy said that
he could prove

he didn't
steal no horse.

Lindstrom took him
out to his outfit.

That's not Sid's way.

He doesn't prove
anything.

It's a trick.

This is as far as
we're goin', boy.

What?

I said this is
as far as we go.

I thought we were goin'
out to the outfit

to prove I didn't steal
that horse.
I'm not interested

in whether you stole
a horse or not.

What's between you and
that girl back there?

What did she
tell you?

Well, what do you mean-
Miss Clovis?

How'd you know
about me and Clovis?

Oh, it's Clovis now, huh?

Real friendly.

What did she tell you?

Well, that she's married.

She's married to me.

You shouldn't have put
your hands on her.

Put my hands on her?

I didn't. I never touched her.

All she wanted was my help-
that's all.

I didn't do her
no harm, mister.

You ain't never gonna
do anybody no harm.

They'll just find
you tomorrow morning

hung from that saddle...

resisting arrest.

Lindstrom!

Hold it,

Lindstrom.

You keep out of this,
Claggert.

There's only one way
to free Miss Clovis from you.

Now you stay
right where you are.

He got what was comin'
to him, too.

I... No one did anything.

Y-You must've lost your mind.

I'm going to give you
one chance, boy.

You start runnin'.

Maybe you can get away from me.

Maybe.

I told you, I never did
anything, mister.

Start runnin'.

Rowdy!

Stay away from him, Mr. Favor!

He's crazy!

Sid, he don't mean nothin'
to me!

You got to believe me!

It was all my fault!

Clovis, you stay away from him!

Clo...

No...

No.

I didn't mean it, Clovis.

I didn't mean it.

You dirty old man.

You murderer.

Drop your gun, Lindstrom.

Clov... I... I...

It's as good a way as any.

They would've hanged him.

Maybe we better get her
back to town.

Yeah.

I wish I'd listened
to you.

I was wrong, too, Rowdy.

You mean, she wouldn't
take the money

from you, either?

No.

You were right
about her, Rowdy.

She is a good woman.

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!

?Rollin', rollin', rollin',
rollin', rollin', rollin'?

Hyah!
?Rollin', rollin', rollin'...?