Rawhide (1959–1965): Season 1, Episode 6 - Incident of the Power and the Plow - full transcript
The Rawhiders suffering from a dry spell ask Jed Reston permission to graze on his land. Jed offers his vast, heavily-guarded land for grazing after Jed's son Matt whips Commanche Taslatch. Favor learning Taslatch has been framed declines a meal with the Restons. While in Bixby getting supplies, Favor gives Taslatch's son a handful of candy sticks when the store owner ignores him versus two white boys. Upon returning to camp Jed visits them telling Favor to have his herd off Reston's land in 24 hours or he will start killing the herd. Favor's only option is to go south on Comanche land to make the deadline. Favor and Rowdy avoid a lashing and gain access to the Comanche land when Taslatch rescues them. Taslatch is scratching to establish a farm adjacent to Reston and the townspeople are helping Reston stop him. When the store won't give Taslatch a plow he ordered and paid for, Favor steps in to get it for him. As they return it to Taslatch, they find Jed has burned out Taslatch thinking the Comanche have his son captive. He tells them he will trade Taslatch for Matt but reneges. Matt was thrown by a horse and steps in to stop his father from hanging Taslatch anyway with the aid of the town.
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!
?Rollin', rollin', rollin'?
Hyah!
The Sedalia Trail's
as rough as it is long.
You might say deuces are wild
the way everything
comes in twos.
In the low country, two inches
of rain in half an hour.
Coming through the passes,
it was two feet of snow.
On this side of the mountains,
we had two brushes
with rustlers.
Ended up burying two hands.
Now, it's been two days
since grass and water...
but my job's to kick
this herd along no matter what.
The only way I know
to get a thing done
is to keep trying.
Gil Favor's my name-
trail boss.
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We've been in
this dead weed
for three days
now, Mr. Favor.
We've lost so much beef,
it seems like we only
got half a herd left.
Come grass and water,
they'll be fat and sassy again,
no time at all.
What we make since
breakfast, Wishbone?
Well, Mushy only peels
eight taters per mile.
I'd say we come
four miles plus one spud.
Mr. Favor.
Man'd be a hog
to want more than that.
Mighty pretty.
"Jed Reston's
Land.
Stay out if
you ain't
been asked in."
Head 'em into the valley!
Yah!
Must be Jed Reston's
place over there.
Whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa.
Bed down
when you find water.
I'll catch up.
Rowdy.
Being as you're dressed
in your Sunday clothes...
You want to visit?
Right.
Tie him to the wagon.
Five dollars
for the job.
Hold it!
I want the pleasure, Pa.
All yours, son.
Wouldn't want
you to lose on
the deal, Bannion.
You still deny you stole?
I guess he's learned his lesson.
Ten lashes
never taught no man nothin'.
Try for 15.
Maybe he'll tell
where he hid
that milch cow.
All right.
I guess he's
learned his lesson.
Can't help admiring
his stubbornness, though.
My name's
Favor.
Jed Reston.
Welcome to the Bar XL.
This is
Rowdy Yates.
What'd he do,
Mr. Reston?
No need to pry
into another
man's business.
Well, he stole a milch cow.
Only three milch cows
on the whole range.
What would an Indian do
with a milch cow?
He fancies himself a farmer.
Can you
imagine that?
A Comanche
aimin' to farm?
Oh, uh, this
is my boy, Matt.
Matt, shake hands
with Rowdy Yates, and, uh...
Gil Favor.
I'm trail
boss of a herd
that's crossin'
your land right now.
I passed your
sign a ways back.
I'm hopin'
you're askin' me in.
You're a cattle man,
ain't you?
Of course you're in.
I need a week, ten
days grazin', maybe.
My front gate is 100 miles
from my doorstep.
You just pick out a likely range
and make yourself at home.
You'll be on my land
no matter what direction
you go in.
Thanks.
Except south, that is.
South ain't my land anymore.
Well, thanks
again, Mr. Reston.
Now, hold up,
Mr. Favor.
You boys been eating dust
and alkali on the trail
for quite a piece.
We've got
real beds here.
Sweet water,
shade trees.
Everything
to ease the body.
Much obliged, but
I've got to get
back to the herd.
I understand.
There's a real cattleman
for you.
But I think your steers
would forgive you
for sitting at a real table
for one real meal.
Hey, Bannion,
show these gentlemen
where to wash up,
will you?
This way.
Get up, there, boy! Hyah! Hyah!
What do you
think, Mr. Favor?
Get over there!
Hyah! Come on!
I think
that's a lot of horse.
Get on him.
Get on him!
You've got to time it, boy,
you got to time it!
Whoa! Get back!
I'm out of wind, Pa.
Out of wind,
or out of nerve?
This time, hold him!
A lot of horse.
I gave him to Matt
for his 21st birthday
a week ago.
Seven days,
and he still
hasn't been
in the saddle.
It'll take a heap of man
to ride him.
You ain't a heap of man
after 21 years in this country,
you ain't never going
to make it.
Get up there,
boy! Hyah! Hyah!
Men sometimes have a habit
of expecting an awful lot
from their sons.
You're right.
Guess I shouldn't expect
too much.
He was puny and sickly
when he was born.
You wouldn't think
anyone so puny and sickly
could kill a person.
Gee! Gee! Haw!
His mother died
when he was born.
Well, don't
stand around
letting our guests
get hungry.
Take them over
to the cookhouse.
That horse
is thunder on the hoof.
Pa knows horseflesh.
Matter of fact,
there ain't nothing
on four legs or two that
Pa ain't got the hang of.
YeahI'm pretty handy
with mustangs.
Maybe I can help you break him.
Nobody's breaking
that stallion but me.
Something wrong?
Those milch cows.
What about them?
I'm not overeducated,
but I can count to three.
SoYou can
count to three.
The Indian took 15 lashes
for stealing one
of three milch cows.
They're all there.
So, what was the reason?
Since when do you need a reason
to whip an Indian?
Guess we'll be riding,
Rowdy.
Hey, ain't you guys
supposed to chow?
My stomach
won't hold much food now.
I figure your stomach
won't take the facts of life.
Hold it.
All that loud drumming
is just to show
he's full-growed.
Let's get our horses.
Take your hands
off of that coffee!
But Wishbone,
I want to make
another pot of coffee.
I remember your recipe.
Yeah?
Well, one pound
of coffee in the pot,
boil for 30 minutes,
then pitch in a horseshoe,
and if it sinks,
add some more coffee.
You open your mouth
around here one more time
except to say "Sir,"
I'm going to stuff it
full of dynamite
and light the fuse.
Well, thought you'd
be eating dinner tonight
off of fancy china plates.
Why, we couldn't bear
the thought of missing
one of your meals, Wishbone.
Pour Mr. Favor some coffee.
Where's Pete?
Ah, he's out making
a bedtime check.
Any trouble?
Only trouble I'm having
is drinking
this sorry coffee.
Get out
of the way, Mushy.
Oh, boss,
you're back.
We get permission
to cross this range?
Permission was as friendly
as corn fritters.
Speaking of corn fritters,
if I eat any more
of this beef,
my belly's going
to sprout horns.
I never seen an outfit
where everybody's so full
of smart-alecky comments.
Course, I know you're all
used to eating
at them fancy French cafes
in New Orleans.
Well, if you don't like it,
you can just give it back.
Oh, it's good,
it's real good, though.
Reminds me, Mr. Favor,
we're just about shed
of supplies.
We passed a town
a ways back.
Come morning,
we'll go in.
I say, Pete.
Tell me about Comanches.
They're mean.
How mean?
I'd say man for man
they've killed more whites
than any other tribe.
Comanche territory
close by.
That's over there south.
The government's got them
on a reservation.
You figure they
could become farmers?
Farmers?
What would they
raiseScalps?
Hey, Wishbone, give me
another hardtack there.
Again?
Still, it did
not come.
No.
I will try tomorrow.
That plow'll get here
one of these days.
So?
He's paid for it,
and he's paid
for the freight.
He don't get the plow.
I thought I married
a human being.
You think he really
wants to farm?
Sure.
That's what the Comanches
want us all to think.
We've got to get over
that kind of feeling.
You want to be surrounded
by Comanches?
You think you'd
be able to sleep
in your bed at night?
That's Jed Reston talking.
Did Jed Reston put
an arrow in my arm?
It's Jed Reston who
don't want that plow delivered.
You got two feet left,
stand on them.
All right, all right!
You willing not to eat?
I'll stand up
against Reston.
Hey, Kels,
we want some.
In a minute, Billy.
Be right back.
Now, gentlemen,
name your poison.
Well,
the candy stick.
Not for sale.
I make it, uh,
$53 even.
I can build rake.
Seed I must buy.
Fresh out of seed.
I overlooked
an item.
A nickel's worth.
Better not, Mister.
Nickel's worth.
Your funeral, Mister.
Come on, Rowdy.
Ho!
How many?
Three.
One.
Dealer takes two.
I'll bet $500.
I call and raise it $1,000.
Well, that puts me out.
Trying to run one?
I call.
Three jacks.
Two pair.
Two pair?
I said three jacks.
I lose.
How do I stand now?
Well, since the drive started,
you're behind $68,430.
How much is that in real money?
Well, that tallies down to...
$1.17.
Got company.
It's Reston.
Guess he's come
to check over the herd.
The way he's riding,
he could trample
the herd to death.
Afternoon.
Get off my range.
You gave permission.
You saw an Indian
whipped on my ranch,
you knew he was my enemy.
Deny that you've
befriended him.
I gave candy to a child.
An Indian child.
I can't tolerate ingratitude,
Mr. Favor.
That's exactly
what you're guilty of.
You making war on babies,
Mr. Reston?
Have your cattle
off my range by nightfall.
You said your front gate
is 100 miles from your doorstep.
I can't make that distance
by nightfall.
Three miles south
is a Comanche reservation.
You'll find good grazing there.
By nightfall,
if there's a steer on this range
without the Bar XL brand,
he gets shot where he stands.
I still can't make it
by nightfall.
I've never been known
as a cruel, unreasonable man.
You've got an extra 24 hours
before we
start shooting your cattle.
Let's go.
I sure hope he can reason
with them Comanches.
Ain't going to be easy, though,
with a couple
of thousand dogies at his heels.
You can come if you want.
Sure thing.
Why, you don't
even know where.
You can't just go riding
into Comanche territory.
Pete, you're
the Indian expert.
Tell him.
Wishbone's right,
Mr. Favor.
You go riding in there,
the odds are
you don't come out.
If we don't go in there,
what'll happen when Reston
starts shooting?
We can always
shoot back.
Nope.
For the right to graze,
I figure we can barter
a few beads,
maybe some flour
and blankets.
I'd like to come along.
We're trading, not scouting.
You nurse the herd.
Reston's boundary marker.
They got a weakness
for signs.
Break out the coffee.
We'll make like
we've been asked in.
Right.
No!
Put it away.
They can just as easy
put them in us.
Ease off your gun belt.
My cattle are weak
and hungry.
They've got to rest.
They've got to graze.
If Reston had half of his land,
he would still
have more than enough.
He ordered us away.
We'll trade for
the privilege we ask.
Beef, flour, blankets,
anything you need,
we'll give.
You offer friendship.
That is enough.
Bring your cattle.
Chicken?
Don't bother
burning off the feathers,
my belly won't wait.
Well, you're in luck.
We found one hen naked.
After that,
apple pie.
Apple pie?
When are you going
to grow up
and stop being
astonished at everything?
Well?
Move the herd onto
the reservation tonight.
Is that all
you got to say?
Nope.
Where's the gravy?
You know, Indians
sure do like beef.
Just like white men.
There are Comanches
on the other side of the hill.
Okay. Let's cut six head
out of the bunch.
I would like you
to have them.
It is not needed.
I would feel better.
My people
will be grateful.
Taslatch asked me
to bring you to him.
Will you come?
Our pleasure.
Weneera!
Welcome
to my farm.
Taslatch is not asleep,
but he dreams.
Ah, the Comanches
will be nothing
if they don't leave
their old ways behind them.
Well, if that isn't
the prettiest pouch
I ever seen.
He made it for you.
My son will keep yours
for good luck.
Now I got me a pouch.
Some job
for one man.
Jisera helps.
To be a fool
is his wish,
I will help.
What's eating Reston,
that he doesn't understand?
He wants our land.
And someday
he will get it.
I will go now
to find some grass
for the cows
you have brought us.
When I get plow,
this will be farm.
Weneera said you
come to eat with us.
Our pleasure.
Boy.
Weneera has learned
to cook with stove.
Say, did you
do these?
Some, some
Jisera did.
Jisera?
Who'd have figured?
When hunt is finished,
we will be ready for it.
If it does not
have the right taste,
it is, it is because
it is a new way with me.
She's afraid
it will not taste right.
Hey, this is good,
Weneera.
We got a cook
named Wishbone.
He could sure
take lessons from you.
Ah, this is for the boy.
He is not yet of age
to eat with elders.
Come, boy.
Taslatch
is a good man.
You can tell that
by looking 'round the place.
It is hard for people
to believe a Comanche
would choose peace to fighting.
They, they do not know Taslatch.
Well, now it is
not much of farm.
When I get plow,
I show them Indian can farm.
It's my guess
you'll be a good farmer.
Now, come on, let's eat.
Seems like the men are getting
fatter than the cows.
Well, they could use
a little thinning down.
As for the herd,
they're about as fat
as they're going to get.
Well, let's get moving
before we forget
the taste of dust.
All right,
I'll get them ready.
All right, finish
your chow and saddle up.
We're moving on.
I'm riding to Taslatch's
farm to say good-bye.
You can saddle two horses
if you want.
Right.
You can finish
your coffee first.
Morning, Weneera.
Welcome.
Morning,
button.
What's the matter?
Taslatch has
been insulted
and the boy
blames everyone.
Who insulted Taslatch?
The town.
They will not
give him the plow.
Where is he?
The hate is still there.
"No Indians allowed."
They have a weakness
for signs.
It is their town,
but it is my plow.
Here is the paper.
I asked them,
"Give me plow."
They fire rifle
to drive me away.
I'll get your plow for you.
Comanche get my plow.
Jisera gone to gather braves.
That's a fool's play.
Reston will have reason
to call soldiers.
Reston can't want anything
that bad.
It is hard to say.
Jisera right?
I wrong?
I'll go see Reston.
No... it is not
your trouble.
Cattle are ready for trail.
Don't be foolish.
Go.
After I do a chore.
When a man like Reston
wants killing,
there is nothing to do
but give him killing.
Nobody has to move in
the direction Reston's pushing.
Ride back
to the camp, Rowdy.
See that the supply wagon
is stripped down.
We may have
to do some hauling.
Well, Mr. Favor,
you've done
what no other white man
has ever been able to do-
get something
out of the Comanches.
One hand washes the other.
Do something for them,
they'll do something for you.
I got no candy
for an Indian.
You got a plow.
Won't be much to give up
since it doesn't belong to you.
It's the townspeople
that won't give it up.
You pull the strings
and they jump.
Look at it this way,
Mr. Favor,
ever since I can remember,
the land to the south
belonged to my family.
After the war,
the politicians in Washington
gave it to the Comanches.
But before you can remember,
the land belonged to them.
I aim to move
the Comanches out of there.
You don't think
they'd go someplace else
if they've got farms.
Jisera's coming in
with everything he's got
in back of him.
They're going after the town.
You can stop it.
You give me credit
for more power than I own.
I'm giving you credit
for the killing that'll be.
Maybe he's right, Pa.
When you master
that stallion,
then you can enter
the men's council.
In the meantime,
keep your mouth shut.
Mr. Favor,
you take a hint awful hard.
How many times
do you have to be told
that you're not welcome
on this range?
Well,
it was worth the try.
Wagon's just
about ready.
I hope you know
what you're up to.
Comanches' been pouring
through here all day long.
Finish hitching the team.
Right.
I allow myself
the privilege
of calling you a fool
just once a drive, boss.
This is that once.
Herd will never be primer
than they are right now.
I know.
It ain't sense to get
worked into an Indian war
when you can
get around it.
Why, if we take off now,
we can be sitting
in a snug hotel
come the finish
of the drive.
I'd like that, if I could sit
in that snug hotel
and not remember back
to this time. Now, do it.
Ready, Mr. Favor.
Hah!
Afternoon.
This ain't yours.
That's right. We're taking
delivery for a friend.
Well,
it ain't come yet.
Sure, that thing outside's
a cotton gin.
It belongs
to somebody else.
Maybe so.
Show me an order
from somebody else.
It belongs to the Indian.
Sheriff!
What's going on here?
Just trying
to load a plow.
Leave it right
where it is.
Can't do that.
It's needed.
You heard me.
I got a bill of sale
showing ownership.
You going to let them
load up that plow?
You know what
this will mean?
We take this thing with us,
you won't have a couple thousand
Comanches on your necks.
We can't afford
to go against Reston.
That's right.
Reston's spread
gives us all a living.
How long you going
to live on your knees?
We gonna take
that from him?
He's saying the truth!
You're fools.
Reston needs you
as much as you need him.
Maybe we just ain't big enough
to take the chance he don't.
A man doesn't know
how big a shadow he throws
until he stands up.
Open up.
What's more important,
Jed Reston or your town?
Let us deliver this,
and your town won't be
wiped out by Comanches.
Or, you can shoot us in the back
and make Reston happy.
Hah! Hah!
Hah! Come on!
Hah! Hah!
Come on.
Reston,
you must be out of your head!
My boy
got on that stallion.
He took off,
he couldn't control him.
That any reason to do this?
He took him
into the reservation.
Bannion tracked him here.
They drove him off
with guns.
The Comanches
have got Matt.
Get the plow.
I'm going to give you
one more chance
to interfere, Mr. Favor.
I just sent his squaw
and papoose to Jisera
to tell him something.
If Matt isn't back
by noon tomorrow...
I'm going to hang him.
On Main Street.
Let's go.
Did we lose?
Everything.
Water's over here.
If Jisera's telling
the truth...
He is.
...then Comanche rifle fire
must've drove off Bannion
when he was tracking
that stallion.
If Jisera said
Matt isn't a Comanche captive,
then he isn't.
The son of Reston
has been found.
My horse...
Where's my horse?
I've got to ride him.
We will find your horse.
Lie still and rest.
Lie... lie still.
Why don't we just
drag him into town
and set Taslatch free?
It's Jisera's play-
let him make it.
It seems to me Weneera
would nursemaid a Reston
with a tomahawk.
They found you hurt.
The stallion threw me.
Your father's going
to hang Taslatch
unless he sees
you by noon.
Why?
He thinks you're a
Comanche captive.
Well, give me a horse,
I'll stop it.
Only the Comanches can stop it.
Well, my father said
if I came in by noon.
Your father is a liar.
The Restons are men of honor.
Your father has no honor.
He will hang Taslatch.
This will start a war.
He will get our land.
You're just looking
for an excuse to kill me.
We will kill only one man
for the death of Taslatch...
Jed Reston.
Only those who stand in the way
will also die.
Go.
What'd you
turn him loose for?
If he goes in without Comanches,
maybe Reston
will give up Taslatch.
We'll go after him,
just to make sure.
Come on, Rowdy, let's
pick up our horses.
It's only three hours
to noon.
Oh, Reston's
just trying
to throw a little
scare in everybody.
You all right?
No sense waiting till noon.
Let's hang him now.
Pa!
Let's get him.
Come on, boys.
Pa, I'm all right.
Those redskins got
to be taught a lesson.
I was hurt. They
took care of me.
You said if I
got in by noon.
Never mind what I said.
The Restons are
men of honor.
Well?
Well, what can I do?
We'll back you.
Then maybe they will.
You can't do this,
Mr. Reston.
Shut up.
No, Pa.
Matt,
you disappointed your pa.
You came back alive.
You've got
to turn him loose, Pa.
Don't be stupid.
He's land hungry.
He'd rather
see his own son dead
than lose a chance
to spread his boundary markers.
You're digging
your own grave
with your mouth,
Mr. Favor.
Any man interferes,
and he gets cut down.
Ask him.
Go ahead, ask him
if he wouldn't rather
see you dead than lose an acre.
I warned you.
Pa, let the
Indian go.
No.
You'll never get another chance
like this.
Cause an Indian war,
soldiers come in,
kill a lot of people,
but Jed Reston
will get more land.
Shut up.
Take a good look, Matt.
That's the image you wanted
to mold yourself into.
A liar,
a cheat.
A fake.
That's enough.
He's right.
You wanted me dead.
Well, here's
your chance.
Are you going
against me?
Why notYou've been
against me all my life.
That's not true, Matt.
I tried...
I'm ashamed
to be a Reston.
Don't say that!
Matt?
You can come with
us if you want.
No, thanks, Mr. Favor.
I'd rather be
on my own for a while.
Never will I forget
my two friends.
I'm sorry your dream
didn't pan out.
It will... someday, maybe.
Taslatch, we found this thing
rusting away
in a pasture somewhere.
Ain't doing us any good.
Delivered.
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!
?Rollin', rollin', rollin'?
Hyah!
The Sedalia Trail's
as rough as it is long.
You might say deuces are wild
the way everything
comes in twos.
In the low country, two inches
of rain in half an hour.
Coming through the passes,
it was two feet of snow.
On this side of the mountains,
we had two brushes
with rustlers.
Ended up burying two hands.
Now, it's been two days
since grass and water...
but my job's to kick
this herd along no matter what.
The only way I know
to get a thing done
is to keep trying.
Gil Favor's my name-
trail boss.
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We've been in
this dead weed
for three days
now, Mr. Favor.
We've lost so much beef,
it seems like we only
got half a herd left.
Come grass and water,
they'll be fat and sassy again,
no time at all.
What we make since
breakfast, Wishbone?
Well, Mushy only peels
eight taters per mile.
I'd say we come
four miles plus one spud.
Mr. Favor.
Man'd be a hog
to want more than that.
Mighty pretty.
"Jed Reston's
Land.
Stay out if
you ain't
been asked in."
Head 'em into the valley!
Yah!
Must be Jed Reston's
place over there.
Whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa.
Bed down
when you find water.
I'll catch up.
Rowdy.
Being as you're dressed
in your Sunday clothes...
You want to visit?
Right.
Tie him to the wagon.
Five dollars
for the job.
Hold it!
I want the pleasure, Pa.
All yours, son.
Wouldn't want
you to lose on
the deal, Bannion.
You still deny you stole?
I guess he's learned his lesson.
Ten lashes
never taught no man nothin'.
Try for 15.
Maybe he'll tell
where he hid
that milch cow.
All right.
I guess he's
learned his lesson.
Can't help admiring
his stubbornness, though.
My name's
Favor.
Jed Reston.
Welcome to the Bar XL.
This is
Rowdy Yates.
What'd he do,
Mr. Reston?
No need to pry
into another
man's business.
Well, he stole a milch cow.
Only three milch cows
on the whole range.
What would an Indian do
with a milch cow?
He fancies himself a farmer.
Can you
imagine that?
A Comanche
aimin' to farm?
Oh, uh, this
is my boy, Matt.
Matt, shake hands
with Rowdy Yates, and, uh...
Gil Favor.
I'm trail
boss of a herd
that's crossin'
your land right now.
I passed your
sign a ways back.
I'm hopin'
you're askin' me in.
You're a cattle man,
ain't you?
Of course you're in.
I need a week, ten
days grazin', maybe.
My front gate is 100 miles
from my doorstep.
You just pick out a likely range
and make yourself at home.
You'll be on my land
no matter what direction
you go in.
Thanks.
Except south, that is.
South ain't my land anymore.
Well, thanks
again, Mr. Reston.
Now, hold up,
Mr. Favor.
You boys been eating dust
and alkali on the trail
for quite a piece.
We've got
real beds here.
Sweet water,
shade trees.
Everything
to ease the body.
Much obliged, but
I've got to get
back to the herd.
I understand.
There's a real cattleman
for you.
But I think your steers
would forgive you
for sitting at a real table
for one real meal.
Hey, Bannion,
show these gentlemen
where to wash up,
will you?
This way.
Get up, there, boy! Hyah! Hyah!
What do you
think, Mr. Favor?
Get over there!
Hyah! Come on!
I think
that's a lot of horse.
Get on him.
Get on him!
You've got to time it, boy,
you got to time it!
Whoa! Get back!
I'm out of wind, Pa.
Out of wind,
or out of nerve?
This time, hold him!
A lot of horse.
I gave him to Matt
for his 21st birthday
a week ago.
Seven days,
and he still
hasn't been
in the saddle.
It'll take a heap of man
to ride him.
You ain't a heap of man
after 21 years in this country,
you ain't never going
to make it.
Get up there,
boy! Hyah! Hyah!
Men sometimes have a habit
of expecting an awful lot
from their sons.
You're right.
Guess I shouldn't expect
too much.
He was puny and sickly
when he was born.
You wouldn't think
anyone so puny and sickly
could kill a person.
Gee! Gee! Haw!
His mother died
when he was born.
Well, don't
stand around
letting our guests
get hungry.
Take them over
to the cookhouse.
That horse
is thunder on the hoof.
Pa knows horseflesh.
Matter of fact,
there ain't nothing
on four legs or two that
Pa ain't got the hang of.
YeahI'm pretty handy
with mustangs.
Maybe I can help you break him.
Nobody's breaking
that stallion but me.
Something wrong?
Those milch cows.
What about them?
I'm not overeducated,
but I can count to three.
SoYou can
count to three.
The Indian took 15 lashes
for stealing one
of three milch cows.
They're all there.
So, what was the reason?
Since when do you need a reason
to whip an Indian?
Guess we'll be riding,
Rowdy.
Hey, ain't you guys
supposed to chow?
My stomach
won't hold much food now.
I figure your stomach
won't take the facts of life.
Hold it.
All that loud drumming
is just to show
he's full-growed.
Let's get our horses.
Take your hands
off of that coffee!
But Wishbone,
I want to make
another pot of coffee.
I remember your recipe.
Yeah?
Well, one pound
of coffee in the pot,
boil for 30 minutes,
then pitch in a horseshoe,
and if it sinks,
add some more coffee.
You open your mouth
around here one more time
except to say "Sir,"
I'm going to stuff it
full of dynamite
and light the fuse.
Well, thought you'd
be eating dinner tonight
off of fancy china plates.
Why, we couldn't bear
the thought of missing
one of your meals, Wishbone.
Pour Mr. Favor some coffee.
Where's Pete?
Ah, he's out making
a bedtime check.
Any trouble?
Only trouble I'm having
is drinking
this sorry coffee.
Get out
of the way, Mushy.
Oh, boss,
you're back.
We get permission
to cross this range?
Permission was as friendly
as corn fritters.
Speaking of corn fritters,
if I eat any more
of this beef,
my belly's going
to sprout horns.
I never seen an outfit
where everybody's so full
of smart-alecky comments.
Course, I know you're all
used to eating
at them fancy French cafes
in New Orleans.
Well, if you don't like it,
you can just give it back.
Oh, it's good,
it's real good, though.
Reminds me, Mr. Favor,
we're just about shed
of supplies.
We passed a town
a ways back.
Come morning,
we'll go in.
I say, Pete.
Tell me about Comanches.
They're mean.
How mean?
I'd say man for man
they've killed more whites
than any other tribe.
Comanche territory
close by.
That's over there south.
The government's got them
on a reservation.
You figure they
could become farmers?
Farmers?
What would they
raiseScalps?
Hey, Wishbone, give me
another hardtack there.
Again?
Still, it did
not come.
No.
I will try tomorrow.
That plow'll get here
one of these days.
So?
He's paid for it,
and he's paid
for the freight.
He don't get the plow.
I thought I married
a human being.
You think he really
wants to farm?
Sure.
That's what the Comanches
want us all to think.
We've got to get over
that kind of feeling.
You want to be surrounded
by Comanches?
You think you'd
be able to sleep
in your bed at night?
That's Jed Reston talking.
Did Jed Reston put
an arrow in my arm?
It's Jed Reston who
don't want that plow delivered.
You got two feet left,
stand on them.
All right, all right!
You willing not to eat?
I'll stand up
against Reston.
Hey, Kels,
we want some.
In a minute, Billy.
Be right back.
Now, gentlemen,
name your poison.
Well,
the candy stick.
Not for sale.
I make it, uh,
$53 even.
I can build rake.
Seed I must buy.
Fresh out of seed.
I overlooked
an item.
A nickel's worth.
Better not, Mister.
Nickel's worth.
Your funeral, Mister.
Come on, Rowdy.
Ho!
How many?
Three.
One.
Dealer takes two.
I'll bet $500.
I call and raise it $1,000.
Well, that puts me out.
Trying to run one?
I call.
Three jacks.
Two pair.
Two pair?
I said three jacks.
I lose.
How do I stand now?
Well, since the drive started,
you're behind $68,430.
How much is that in real money?
Well, that tallies down to...
$1.17.
Got company.
It's Reston.
Guess he's come
to check over the herd.
The way he's riding,
he could trample
the herd to death.
Afternoon.
Get off my range.
You gave permission.
You saw an Indian
whipped on my ranch,
you knew he was my enemy.
Deny that you've
befriended him.
I gave candy to a child.
An Indian child.
I can't tolerate ingratitude,
Mr. Favor.
That's exactly
what you're guilty of.
You making war on babies,
Mr. Reston?
Have your cattle
off my range by nightfall.
You said your front gate
is 100 miles from your doorstep.
I can't make that distance
by nightfall.
Three miles south
is a Comanche reservation.
You'll find good grazing there.
By nightfall,
if there's a steer on this range
without the Bar XL brand,
he gets shot where he stands.
I still can't make it
by nightfall.
I've never been known
as a cruel, unreasonable man.
You've got an extra 24 hours
before we
start shooting your cattle.
Let's go.
I sure hope he can reason
with them Comanches.
Ain't going to be easy, though,
with a couple
of thousand dogies at his heels.
You can come if you want.
Sure thing.
Why, you don't
even know where.
You can't just go riding
into Comanche territory.
Pete, you're
the Indian expert.
Tell him.
Wishbone's right,
Mr. Favor.
You go riding in there,
the odds are
you don't come out.
If we don't go in there,
what'll happen when Reston
starts shooting?
We can always
shoot back.
Nope.
For the right to graze,
I figure we can barter
a few beads,
maybe some flour
and blankets.
I'd like to come along.
We're trading, not scouting.
You nurse the herd.
Reston's boundary marker.
They got a weakness
for signs.
Break out the coffee.
We'll make like
we've been asked in.
Right.
No!
Put it away.
They can just as easy
put them in us.
Ease off your gun belt.
My cattle are weak
and hungry.
They've got to rest.
They've got to graze.
If Reston had half of his land,
he would still
have more than enough.
He ordered us away.
We'll trade for
the privilege we ask.
Beef, flour, blankets,
anything you need,
we'll give.
You offer friendship.
That is enough.
Bring your cattle.
Chicken?
Don't bother
burning off the feathers,
my belly won't wait.
Well, you're in luck.
We found one hen naked.
After that,
apple pie.
Apple pie?
When are you going
to grow up
and stop being
astonished at everything?
Well?
Move the herd onto
the reservation tonight.
Is that all
you got to say?
Nope.
Where's the gravy?
You know, Indians
sure do like beef.
Just like white men.
There are Comanches
on the other side of the hill.
Okay. Let's cut six head
out of the bunch.
I would like you
to have them.
It is not needed.
I would feel better.
My people
will be grateful.
Taslatch asked me
to bring you to him.
Will you come?
Our pleasure.
Weneera!
Welcome
to my farm.
Taslatch is not asleep,
but he dreams.
Ah, the Comanches
will be nothing
if they don't leave
their old ways behind them.
Well, if that isn't
the prettiest pouch
I ever seen.
He made it for you.
My son will keep yours
for good luck.
Now I got me a pouch.
Some job
for one man.
Jisera helps.
To be a fool
is his wish,
I will help.
What's eating Reston,
that he doesn't understand?
He wants our land.
And someday
he will get it.
I will go now
to find some grass
for the cows
you have brought us.
When I get plow,
this will be farm.
Weneera said you
come to eat with us.
Our pleasure.
Boy.
Weneera has learned
to cook with stove.
Say, did you
do these?
Some, some
Jisera did.
Jisera?
Who'd have figured?
When hunt is finished,
we will be ready for it.
If it does not
have the right taste,
it is, it is because
it is a new way with me.
She's afraid
it will not taste right.
Hey, this is good,
Weneera.
We got a cook
named Wishbone.
He could sure
take lessons from you.
Ah, this is for the boy.
He is not yet of age
to eat with elders.
Come, boy.
Taslatch
is a good man.
You can tell that
by looking 'round the place.
It is hard for people
to believe a Comanche
would choose peace to fighting.
They, they do not know Taslatch.
Well, now it is
not much of farm.
When I get plow,
I show them Indian can farm.
It's my guess
you'll be a good farmer.
Now, come on, let's eat.
Seems like the men are getting
fatter than the cows.
Well, they could use
a little thinning down.
As for the herd,
they're about as fat
as they're going to get.
Well, let's get moving
before we forget
the taste of dust.
All right,
I'll get them ready.
All right, finish
your chow and saddle up.
We're moving on.
I'm riding to Taslatch's
farm to say good-bye.
You can saddle two horses
if you want.
Right.
You can finish
your coffee first.
Morning, Weneera.
Welcome.
Morning,
button.
What's the matter?
Taslatch has
been insulted
and the boy
blames everyone.
Who insulted Taslatch?
The town.
They will not
give him the plow.
Where is he?
The hate is still there.
"No Indians allowed."
They have a weakness
for signs.
It is their town,
but it is my plow.
Here is the paper.
I asked them,
"Give me plow."
They fire rifle
to drive me away.
I'll get your plow for you.
Comanche get my plow.
Jisera gone to gather braves.
That's a fool's play.
Reston will have reason
to call soldiers.
Reston can't want anything
that bad.
It is hard to say.
Jisera right?
I wrong?
I'll go see Reston.
No... it is not
your trouble.
Cattle are ready for trail.
Don't be foolish.
Go.
After I do a chore.
When a man like Reston
wants killing,
there is nothing to do
but give him killing.
Nobody has to move in
the direction Reston's pushing.
Ride back
to the camp, Rowdy.
See that the supply wagon
is stripped down.
We may have
to do some hauling.
Well, Mr. Favor,
you've done
what no other white man
has ever been able to do-
get something
out of the Comanches.
One hand washes the other.
Do something for them,
they'll do something for you.
I got no candy
for an Indian.
You got a plow.
Won't be much to give up
since it doesn't belong to you.
It's the townspeople
that won't give it up.
You pull the strings
and they jump.
Look at it this way,
Mr. Favor,
ever since I can remember,
the land to the south
belonged to my family.
After the war,
the politicians in Washington
gave it to the Comanches.
But before you can remember,
the land belonged to them.
I aim to move
the Comanches out of there.
You don't think
they'd go someplace else
if they've got farms.
Jisera's coming in
with everything he's got
in back of him.
They're going after the town.
You can stop it.
You give me credit
for more power than I own.
I'm giving you credit
for the killing that'll be.
Maybe he's right, Pa.
When you master
that stallion,
then you can enter
the men's council.
In the meantime,
keep your mouth shut.
Mr. Favor,
you take a hint awful hard.
How many times
do you have to be told
that you're not welcome
on this range?
Well,
it was worth the try.
Wagon's just
about ready.
I hope you know
what you're up to.
Comanches' been pouring
through here all day long.
Finish hitching the team.
Right.
I allow myself
the privilege
of calling you a fool
just once a drive, boss.
This is that once.
Herd will never be primer
than they are right now.
I know.
It ain't sense to get
worked into an Indian war
when you can
get around it.
Why, if we take off now,
we can be sitting
in a snug hotel
come the finish
of the drive.
I'd like that, if I could sit
in that snug hotel
and not remember back
to this time. Now, do it.
Ready, Mr. Favor.
Hah!
Afternoon.
This ain't yours.
That's right. We're taking
delivery for a friend.
Well,
it ain't come yet.
Sure, that thing outside's
a cotton gin.
It belongs
to somebody else.
Maybe so.
Show me an order
from somebody else.
It belongs to the Indian.
Sheriff!
What's going on here?
Just trying
to load a plow.
Leave it right
where it is.
Can't do that.
It's needed.
You heard me.
I got a bill of sale
showing ownership.
You going to let them
load up that plow?
You know what
this will mean?
We take this thing with us,
you won't have a couple thousand
Comanches on your necks.
We can't afford
to go against Reston.
That's right.
Reston's spread
gives us all a living.
How long you going
to live on your knees?
We gonna take
that from him?
He's saying the truth!
You're fools.
Reston needs you
as much as you need him.
Maybe we just ain't big enough
to take the chance he don't.
A man doesn't know
how big a shadow he throws
until he stands up.
Open up.
What's more important,
Jed Reston or your town?
Let us deliver this,
and your town won't be
wiped out by Comanches.
Or, you can shoot us in the back
and make Reston happy.
Hah! Hah!
Hah! Come on!
Hah! Hah!
Come on.
Reston,
you must be out of your head!
My boy
got on that stallion.
He took off,
he couldn't control him.
That any reason to do this?
He took him
into the reservation.
Bannion tracked him here.
They drove him off
with guns.
The Comanches
have got Matt.
Get the plow.
I'm going to give you
one more chance
to interfere, Mr. Favor.
I just sent his squaw
and papoose to Jisera
to tell him something.
If Matt isn't back
by noon tomorrow...
I'm going to hang him.
On Main Street.
Let's go.
Did we lose?
Everything.
Water's over here.
If Jisera's telling
the truth...
He is.
...then Comanche rifle fire
must've drove off Bannion
when he was tracking
that stallion.
If Jisera said
Matt isn't a Comanche captive,
then he isn't.
The son of Reston
has been found.
My horse...
Where's my horse?
I've got to ride him.
We will find your horse.
Lie still and rest.
Lie... lie still.
Why don't we just
drag him into town
and set Taslatch free?
It's Jisera's play-
let him make it.
It seems to me Weneera
would nursemaid a Reston
with a tomahawk.
They found you hurt.
The stallion threw me.
Your father's going
to hang Taslatch
unless he sees
you by noon.
Why?
He thinks you're a
Comanche captive.
Well, give me a horse,
I'll stop it.
Only the Comanches can stop it.
Well, my father said
if I came in by noon.
Your father is a liar.
The Restons are men of honor.
Your father has no honor.
He will hang Taslatch.
This will start a war.
He will get our land.
You're just looking
for an excuse to kill me.
We will kill only one man
for the death of Taslatch...
Jed Reston.
Only those who stand in the way
will also die.
Go.
What'd you
turn him loose for?
If he goes in without Comanches,
maybe Reston
will give up Taslatch.
We'll go after him,
just to make sure.
Come on, Rowdy, let's
pick up our horses.
It's only three hours
to noon.
Oh, Reston's
just trying
to throw a little
scare in everybody.
You all right?
No sense waiting till noon.
Let's hang him now.
Pa!
Let's get him.
Come on, boys.
Pa, I'm all right.
Those redskins got
to be taught a lesson.
I was hurt. They
took care of me.
You said if I
got in by noon.
Never mind what I said.
The Restons are
men of honor.
Well?
Well, what can I do?
We'll back you.
Then maybe they will.
You can't do this,
Mr. Reston.
Shut up.
No, Pa.
Matt,
you disappointed your pa.
You came back alive.
You've got
to turn him loose, Pa.
Don't be stupid.
He's land hungry.
He'd rather
see his own son dead
than lose a chance
to spread his boundary markers.
You're digging
your own grave
with your mouth,
Mr. Favor.
Any man interferes,
and he gets cut down.
Ask him.
Go ahead, ask him
if he wouldn't rather
see you dead than lose an acre.
I warned you.
Pa, let the
Indian go.
No.
You'll never get another chance
like this.
Cause an Indian war,
soldiers come in,
kill a lot of people,
but Jed Reston
will get more land.
Shut up.
Take a good look, Matt.
That's the image you wanted
to mold yourself into.
A liar,
a cheat.
A fake.
That's enough.
He's right.
You wanted me dead.
Well, here's
your chance.
Are you going
against me?
Why notYou've been
against me all my life.
That's not true, Matt.
I tried...
I'm ashamed
to be a Reston.
Don't say that!
Matt?
You can come with
us if you want.
No, thanks, Mr. Favor.
I'd rather be
on my own for a while.
Never will I forget
my two friends.
I'm sorry your dream
didn't pan out.
It will... someday, maybe.
Taslatch, we found this thing
rusting away
in a pasture somewhere.
Ain't doing us any good.
Delivered.
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'...?