Rawhide (1959–1965): Season 1, Episode 9 - Incident of the Town in Terror - full transcript

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!

Riding herd over a long trail
may be a headache.

I can tell you
that it's never boresome,

even when it's going smooth.

There's plenty of sweet grass,
blue skies,



clear spring water.

Ride lazy thinking
of what you left behind,

dreaming of what's ahead.

Riding easy doesn't come often
on the drive.

When you're pushing 3,000 head
in 20 hands,

there's always something
about to happen.

Whatever it is
and whenever it comes up,

I got to meet it.

That's my job.

I'm Gil Favor, trail boss.

You can see it
from up there, Mr. Favor.

Let's take a look.

Well, there it is-
Breed Pass.

Matt said it's
the only gap in
the 60-mile range.

Didn't give the elevation,
though.

I'd say somewhere
around 8,000 feet.

He give how wide it is?

No.

From what I hear,

we breast up the steers
five across,

the fifth one ends up
without a hide.

Heard anything about that town
on the other side?

No. Just a town.

I mean, whether
they like drovers

or can't stand the smell of us.

Funny thing.

People never give us a thought

until we start
getting near their front yard.

Then, all of a sudden,
we're millionaires,

and we got to pay $100
for every step we take.

You expecting
trouble, Mr. Favor?

No. Not a bit.

Until we get there.

Here. Uh, you can
have this, Wish... Mush.

Well, you picked a good day
for it, Mr. Rowdy.

Wasn't enough seconds
left over for me.

There's never
enough seconds

left over for you.

Beats me how the man

doing the least
amount of work
on the drive

needs the most
amount of food

to keep on going
doing nothing.

What was the
matter with it?

Nothing. I didn't taste it.

Well, next time
you don't want food,

don't draw any.

I ain't cooking

for waste.

I'm not wasting it, Wishbone.
He's eating it.

I take a ribbing
and a joshing

every time I
dish up food.

Well, I don't
mind that.

They wouldn't be
trail drovers

if they didn't
bellyache
all the time.

I pay no heed
to what they say,

just so long
as their plates
come back clean.

That's what counts.

Full plate's
an insult.

Get off me, Wishbone.
I don't...

I don't want to argue
with you this morning.

You don't?

Well, what's
the matter?

Don't you
feel good?

Matter of fact,
my head feels like someone's

chopping wood
on top of it.

Somebody conk you
on the head?

Well, the pain is more or less
milling around inside.

I didn't sleep at all
last night, you know?

Well, why didn't
you say so in
the first place?

Mushy?

That bottle in the
top right hand drawer

and a spoon.

Wait a second, now.

Nothing in the bottle is going
to fix me up.

Now how do you
know what it's
going to do?

You wait till
you taste it

before you
start yelling.

What is it, huh?

It's not one of
my concoctions,

if that's what
you're worried about.

I got that off a
Cherokee medicine man.

Now, I know Indians.

This was no quack.

This man
proved himself.

Good for what
ails you.

Take it myself,
'cept I ain't
never sick.

Come on, swallow it.

Real powerful,
ain't it?

How you feeling?

Well, my throat's burning,
and my insides, but...

my head ain't aching no more.

All right.

Button up that chuck, Mush.

We got a long drive today
before the noon stop.

Mr. Favor don't want to stop

till we get
right up to the pass.

Now, you feel woozy,

you hitch up your horse
and come ride with us.

No, I'll be...

I'll be all right

as soon as the fire in my throat
burns out, Wishbone.

Thanks.

All right, roll it away.

You know where the herd is?

Go ahead and stuff
some axle grease in it, Mushy.

I know where I am,
Mr. Favor.

Look at the sun.

High enough for noon camp.

I know that, too, Mr. Favor.

There won't be any noon meal
today.

How'd it happen?

You and your great big heart,
that's how.

What do you mean?

You thinking
of what you promised

all the little owners
of this herd.

You been so anxious
to keep moving,

you didn't listen to me
when I told you

I'd run out of spare wheels.

Well, there's nothing wrong
with that wheel.

Are you trying to rile me,
Mr. Favor?

You can see the spokes
in that wheel.

I had to whittle them myself.

I don't even know

if that green wood's going
to hold.

It doesn't have
to hold very long.

There's a town
just the other side of the pass.

We'll pick you up
some extra wheels.

All right, boss.

But just remember,

I signed on to this trail
as a cook and not a wheelwright.

Rowdy's
supposed

to relieve
me on swing.

Anybody seen him?

Not since breakfast.

Which he didn't eat.

Well, I found his horse

grazing out on the flank.

It's not like Rowdy
to let him loose.

Had a headache at breakfast.

Couldn't eat.

Sick?

Well, he looked kind of peaked.

He say anything?

Just that his head hurt,
and he didn't sleep last night.

I gave him a tonic.

What kind of a tonic?

Something to ease his miseries.

It's part of my chores
to medicate when needed.

Let's go find him, Pete.

Mr. Favor,
Mr. Wishbone,

Rowdy's in here.

He must have passed
out, I guess.

Well, I seen a lot
of men fold up, Mr. Favor.

There's always been
some good reason.

I sure don't know
what's the matter with Rowdy.

Hello, Mr. Favor.

What are you doing here?

What am I doing in here anyway?

That's what we're
trying to find out.

Now, easy now, boy.

I guess I dozed off.

Well, I guess you did,

but how did you get
in the chuck wagon?

I don't know.

All I remember is

Wishbone gave me some stuff
that made me dizzy.

Started burning my insides,
and then I got the chills.

Just couldn't keep my eyes open
after that.

I'm sorry, boss.

I'll get back to work
right away.

You don't
have to.

You take
it easy.

Well, I don't have
to take it easy. I feel fit.

I guess your stuff
has something, Wishbone.

Got rid of that headache.

Your medicine and that nap
I had just fixed me up fine.

Where to, Boss?

The herd's
headed for
the pass.

We'll camp
just this
side of it.

Morning.

Morning, Favor.

I'm Josh Miller.

Joe Greevey,
Matt Novak.

We're the
Selectmen
of Goram.

Pleased to meet you, gentlemen.

Your rider notified me

you'd like
to come through tonight.

Figured between darkness
and dawn

to funnel the herd
through the pass.

Give the dust a chance
to settle by morning.

About how many head?

3,000.

Can't run more than four abreast
through the pass,

so it'd take at least four
or five hours

to get them beyond the ridge.

Weather's
good.

Want to
keep moving.

Thank you,
gentlemen.

Mr. Favor.

One of the
steers, Mr. Favor.

I think he's...

He's got a...

Well...

What do you think?

You figure it...

Anthrax.

Anthrax.

That kills more than cattle.

It's deadly to
humans, too.

All right, Mister,
you get moving.

Now get.

Ah, we got women
and children.

And clean spring water.

No pass.

You get, Mister, get.

The only one?

The only one so far.

Separate anything
that looks suspicious.

You know what to
do with this one.

I'm sorry, Mr. Favor.
I didn't really...

They would have
had to know.

Took care of that steer.

Find any more?

Nope.

Keep looking.

What is it, Rowdy?

It's nothing, Mr. Favor.
I'm a little dizzy.

Yeah, sure.

I must have got
too much dust.

Easy, boy.

I'll get, I'll get
back to my turn...

No, you won't.
Get on back to the supply wagon.

Mr. Favor...
You heard me.

I'm, I'm all,
I'm all right.

How many down?
Two so far.

That's all there is,
we might be lucky.

Yeah, if it holds to that.
More than likely, it won't.

You ever seen
an anthrax spread, Mr. Favor?

I seen it.

Well, then you know
we're in for it.

Can't blame him for being

a little nervous about it.

Get back to the camp, get
all the men for a check.

Hyah!

Any of you men feel bad
in any way, speak up now.

Won't be fair
to the rest if you don't.

Headache, sore throat,
anything?

Where's Rowdy?

Why, he was here
a minute ago.

I think
I saw him go...

oh, there he is.

Rowdy!

Rowdy!

Hey, don't want
you wandering off.

Hello, Mr. Favor.

Let's get back
to the camp.

Camp?
Yeah.

Hold it, Pete.
Not any closer.

Rowdy's got it, huh?

I'm going to separate
him from the rest.

What about the rest of us?

What about the rest of you?

You don't think we're
going to hang around here

and come down like Rowdy,
do you?

You'll stay!

Maybe some of us won't,
Mr. Favor.

We hired out to push cattle,

not get sick and die
out in the open.

Who you speaking for, Yeager?

Myself.

Some of the rest
of us, too.

Anybody else want to speak up?

Three.

All right!

What do you three
figure you can do?

Leave, that's what.

You going to try to stop us?

Nobody leaves because
maybe we're all carriers.

We don't want to infect
the whole countryside.

You got that?

We'll wait till we find out
what Rowdy has

and how long it takes to cure.

You going to stop us, Mr. Favor?

I'll stop you.

And anybody else
that thinks he wants to leave.

That clear?

Clear enough.

Hot...

burning hot.

Easy, boy, easy.

It's cold.

Why is it so cold, Mr. Favor?

Well, let's break it up men,
we got a lot of work to do.

Let's check
the herd again.

Then what?

Check again,
and keep checking.

So far, just the two steers
in the dry bed.

The men seem all right.

Wishbone's boiling
everything that flows.

What about Yeager?

Some of the other boys
gave him a talking to.

I don't think you're
going to have

any more trouble with him.
How's Rowdy?

This area is in quarantine.

I'll need somebody
to look after him.

Well, I'll look
after him.

I figured you'd be needing
somebody to spell you.

'Sides, Rowdy's into me
for some poker winnings.

Thanks, Windy.

Send up some water,
blankets and whisky.

What are we going to do
about the herd?

Nothing much we can do about it.

We'll bed here until I can go
into town and fetch a doctor.

If we can't go through the pass,

it's going to be tough
going over that ridge.

First thing's first.

Just hope there's a doctor
in Goram.

Good afternoon.
Good afternoon, miss.

May I help you?
Where can I find a doctor?

The nearest horse doctor's
40 miles from here

in Clayville.

Closest regular
doctor's 200 miles.

My father tends to
sick calls here in Goram.

He's just a pharmacist,

but the closest thing
to a doctor in these parts,

and folks look to him.

Well, can I speak
with him, miss?

I'm afraid he's out
on a call right now

up in the hills
and won't be back

for some time.

You're new in Goram,
aren't you?

Just passing through.

I'm a trail boss for a herd
just outside the pass.

One of my men's
been taken sick.

OhHow bad?

Well...

I'm a nurse, Mr. uh...

Favor, Gil Favor.

Betsy Stauffer.
Miss Stauffer.

I've had two year's study
at the medical hospital

in New Orleans,

one year field qualification
in the Milksap epidemic...

Yes, miss. You're sure
your father won't be back

for some time?

Well, if you'll just tell me,
Mr. Favor,

I'm sure I can help.

Well, one of the cattle
came down and...

Yes?

Anthrax.

So my father will
know where I am.

Look, miss, maybe you
didn't hear me right.

I said "anthrax."

Maybe you didn't hear me right,
Mr. Favor.

I said I'm a nurse.

Ready, Mr. Favor?

Ha, Hyah!

We told you to leave town.

One of my men's sick.

That's what we're
afraid of.

Now you're bringing
contamination into Goram.

I hope to stop it
with Miss Stauffer's help.

Miss Betsy,
you crazy?

Going out there with
that plague-ridden herd?

I took an oath,
Mr. Greevey.

You got out there with him,
we don't let you come back.

Maybe he's right.

You could be taking
a big risk.

I know the risk,
Mr. Favor.

I also know that
someone needs my help.

May we pass, Mr. Greevey?

Miss Betsy, why don't
you wait for your Pa?

Hyah!

Mister, you try to come
through that pass again,

we're going to shoot you down.

You hear?
We're going to shoot you down!

He's got the fever.

Kind of talking out of his head.

Is he
the only one?

Yeah, so far.

Pete ain't letting
nobody ride in close,

not that anybody wants to.

How do you feel?

Well, sir, I feel
as strong as hickory, I reckon.

Good.

Well, Miss Betsy?

Fever and delirium.

Yes?
I don't know.

Well, now,
look, miss...

I'm trying to think,
Mr. Favor.

Anthrax is a highly infections
disease of animals

transmissible
to the human family.

A localized form
can be excised...

What's that?

I'm trying to remember.

See, this has never come up
in these parts before.

My father and I have a book
that we use as a source.

Collier's Diseases
and Symptoms.

I'm trying
to recall the page.

Oh, yes...

A malignant pustule
will indicate

the localized milder
and curable form on anthrax.

He doesn't seem to have any
unusual swellings or formations.

We'll know in a few hours.

He's young, isn't he?

I only hope it isn't
the virulent form, Mr. Favor.

Hmm?
Systemic
or internal anthrax.

No known cure for that.

My bag, please.

Couple of hours, hmm?
Thanks.

I'm sorry.

Mr. Favor!

How bad is it?

We'll know
in a couple of hours.

What about the herd?

So far, just the two
at the dry bed.

They got the staggers,
we had to shoot them.

Right. We'll be here
for the night at least.

Who's the woman?

Nurse, no doctor
in Goram.

She seems like a good hand...

Looks like we might be here
more than a night.

We'll see.

Look, food water, anything

for Rowdy, Miss Betsy,
Windy or me.

Bring it up and lay it
on that log there.

Keep an eye peeled
for any more seizures,

men or cattle.

All right.

Any second thoughts
on the matter, Miss Betsy?

They're good people,
Mr. Favor.

Naturally, they're excited
and protective.

I mean you.

Well, sir, I hope
I'm strong as hickory.

I'll bet on that.

Stouffer!

You're not going
through, Amos.

Turn your horse around.

Matt, Josh,
Betsy's out there.

Sorry, Amos, you were warned
the same as Betsy was.

That's right, nobody goes
in or out the pass.

You more than any of us know
what anthrax will do.

Well, that's why I ought
to be out there

to stop it or help.
Amos,

you're the only doctor
Goram has,

and we aim to keep you sound
and serviceable.

I'm not a doctor,
I'm a pharmacist.

That's all the more reason
to hang on to what we got.

Now don't press us, Amos.

We don't want to get mean,

but this is an ugly matter,

and we got to do what we think
is right for the settlement.

Go back, Amos!

Go back!

Joe...

Betsy's out there
doing what she can.

You mean she's out there
because she can't come back!

Sure, she's got spunk, but...

She's a fool!

Well, fool or no, for her
to be out there in the open

days maybe, risk infection...

Amos, you're not
going out there.

Who was that?

My father;
they're not letting him through.

I thought as much.

That's why I came.

I see.

Well, what do we
do now, Mr. Favor?

Miss Betsy?

Wait.

We just wait and see.

Mr. Favor...

Right here.

I'm holding up the herd.

I'm holding the herd.

We'll wait it out
with you, Rowdy.

The boys
want it that way.

I'm sorry I'm
causing troubles.

Easy, Rowdy, easy.

That's how it is now, him
fading in and out like this.

Would have expected by now
he might have reached a crisis.

Still...

Yes, Miss?

I don't know.

I suppose the symptoms vary
with each person.

I just hope
it doesn't get any colder.

We haven't come very far,
have we?

Hmm?

The ancient days, a newborn baby
would be placed in the open

and if it survived the elements,
it was deemed fit to live.

Oh.

Now if a person comes down
with a contagious disease,

he's put out, too.

Nine out of ten cases
don't make it.

I'm sorry for rattling on.

I remember one time
out Colorado way,

I come on a baby
like that.

Tyke had been put out
because he had smallpox.

I'll never forget it.

The little feller
didn't make it.

Still in the early stages,

many diseases
have the same symptoms.

If I could
just burn out his fever.

How do you mean?

If I had a mustard powder
for him to breathe.

Bring out a strong sweat.

Greevey?

Joe Greevey-
Gil Favor!

You hear me?!

I hear you, mister.

We need mustard powder
to burn out the fever.

I said...
We heard you, mister.

The boy is dying, Greevey!

All we want is mustard powder!

Nobody comes in,
nobody goes out.

Listen.

I'll leave this torch
here by the tree.

Get the powder.

Toss it in.

I'll come back
and pick it up.

You'll be safe that way!

How do we know
you won't ambush the rider?

Hold him hostage?

I give you
my word!

Give me yours!

Greevey! Miller!

All right, mister,
we'll ride it in.

You go on back.

Thanks.

What do you
think, Pete?

It's not the herd anymore.

They seem all right.

It's Rowdy.

How long does
this anthrax take?

Usually
a matter of hours.

Sometimes overnight.

Rowdy's only a boy.

He's older than me.

Yeah, and by
tomorrow night

you may be older
than he'll ever be.

Looks like it's goin'
from bad to worse.

That line up there on the ridge
means real trouble.

Somebody up there with
a itchy trigger finger could...

Well, I said...

We heard you.

It's pitch dark.

We could pull out easy now.

Well, you were both with me
this morning.

All right, so we don't have
to look up to no one now.

We could just disappear
in the dark.

We're staying.

WhyWhat for?

Because if what happened
to Rowdy

happened to one of us,

Mr. Favor
would stick right by us

like he's doing
with the boy.

Forget it, Yeager.

We all had the shakes.

All right, we lost.

Now, you're still worried,
it's no disgrace,

but don't stir up
any more trouble.

Look, I got it all figured out.

The easiest thing to do
is to fire a shot

and stampede the cattle.

Everything all right here, men?

Just a toothache.

It's better now.

Sure.

If it gets any worse,

there's some whisky
over in the wagon.

Thanks.

Guess I had that coming.

We're all nerved up.

How is he?

It's so frustrating
just to wait.

Mr. Favor?

Here's the chow!

How's the kid?

No change.

What about the herd?

Nothing since yesterday.

I think we caught it
in time.

What do you figure
on doing now?

See what the day brings.

Betsy!

Betsy?

I'm all right, Pa.

How's the boy?

Not so good.

He's still the same.

What about the cattle?
Any more seizures?

No, no more
since yesterday.

If it rains...

If you need
anything else...

No, there's nothing more
we can do.

But he's got to keep dry.

If it rains...?

We could put him
in the wagon,

even build a fire in it
to keep him warm.

That might keep out the
rain, and I doubt it,

but it won't keep out
the dampness and chill.

If he should catch
the slightest cold,

pneumonia or bronchitis...

If we got him
to a warm, dry place?

That's what he needs.

We could put him up
back at the store.

Pete.

I'm taking Rowdy
through the pass into Goram.

There might be some shooting.

There might be,
but I'm going through with him.

Have we got enough guns
to blast them off of there?

No,

and no guns,
no matter what happens,

got that?

Well, if they
start shooting first...

You heard me- no guns.

All right.

If you do get through,

how long you expect it'll be
before you'll know something?

A day, maybe two, three-
I don't know.

But you wait
at least two days.

If it's to be good news,
it'll be worth waiting for.

If it's bad...

Good luck.

Windy, give me a hand
with him.

Mr. Favor...

Don't talk me out,
Miss Betsy.

I'm obliged to you
for seeing it this far,

but I can't fight them
and the rain, too.

But they're good
people, Mr. Favor.

A few hotheads, maybe,
but they're good people.

You're going to shoot your
way through, aren't you?

No, but they got
to shoot me out.

No, Mr. Favor, they
have to shoot us out.

That's far enough,
mister, far enough.

We're coming
through, Greevey.

You'd better get off,
Miss Betsy!

I'm staying, Mr. Novak.

Is it all right
with you, Pa,

if we bring Rowdy
to the store?

Joe?

It's Amos.

We'll take care of the boy.

We'll keep him
in quarantine.

No!

Mister, you turn back.

Turn back!

I'm not
turning back!

Mister,

it's just one of you out there.

It's hundreds of us in Goram.

Now, you try
to come through this pass,

and we're going to shoot you

whether you're armed
or not!

Hyah!

You've got a foolish
daughter, Amos!

If the town gets
the infection...

Just pray, Matt, pray.

What are you going to do now?

We could burn them out.

No.

From now on, we're going
to watch the pharmacy

just like we're watching
the pass.

Wickes and Greenbows
over on the other side.

Artie, you and
Gruber stay here.

Nobody comes
in and nobody

goes out.

Next time,
Miss Betsy won't be with them,

so don't hold your fire.

That's all
we need-
an outbreak.

Well, you should
have shot him, Joe.

That fool,
Stauffer.

Exposing the
whole community.

Yeah. And him not even
a real doctor.

Up to now, he's done
a good job for us.

Up to now.

Bill.

Joe.

Just anyone
steps out of
that pharmacy.

Just anyone
does.

Hurry with
the bed warmer.

It's not a
minute too soon.

It's pouring
out there.

Heat up some broth, Betsy.

We have to warm
his insides, too.

He'll be all right,
won't he, Mr. Stauffer?

Well, he's dry and warm.
That helps.

There's at least
ten of them out there.

Well, they won't come
through that door.

Now I know that.

But we better
go talk to them

before anything
else happens. Betsy?

Paste a piece of cardboard
over the broken windowpane.

I don't want the boy
in any draft.

Far enough.

What do you want?

You had a chance
to look at him good.

What's he got?

Has he got
it, Amos?

I don't know.

If he lives
till sunup,

maybe he
hasn't got it.

With the rain pouring down,

washing all the anthrax poison
away, we'd be safe.

Why did you bring him in, Amos?

The man needed help.

He was dying.

You should have
let him die

out there
where he was.

Bringing him

with his pestilence
here in the town

for our women and
children to catch.

Was one sick man
against a whole town, Amos.

One man.

If one man catches it, Amos,

one man, woman
or child,

we'll set a torch
torch to your house

and burn it
to ashes.

And we're going
to stand watch.

Make sure nobody
comes out.

Nobody.

I'm afraid they mean it.

They have a right
to be frightened.

Pestilence is a dreadful thing.

I'll never be able
to thank both of you enough.

What we're doing
for the boy is nothing more

than what we'd do
for any of our neighbors.

They'll come around
to understanding that.

If it doesn't spread.

Why is it taking so long
for the fever to break?

Going to
break soon,

one way
or another.

Tired, dear?

Mm-hmm.

Oh, I'm all right.

I'd know the symptoms
if I got them.

How do
you feel?

I'm just a
little tired.

Looks like it's good
for 40 days and 40 nights.

Well, that jingle, Pete,
it's a-raining.

It's a-raining real good.

I noticed.

You bet.

It should wash things up.

What's the matter
with you jesters?

Don't you care
if the herd's safe?

Well, this means

there ain't gonna be
no more anthrax.

Sure. We
care, Quince.

Come on, have
a cup of coffee

and dry out
your insides.

We're just thinking
about Rowdy.

This rain ain't
gonna help him none.

Nobody heard yet?

No.

But I'm gonna go in there
and find out.

Won't do any
good, Pete.

They won't let you
through the pass.

Let 'em try to stop me.

Now, where's
the brains you
were born with?

Something the matter
because I'm nervous about him?

You any less nervous?

It ain't gonna
help Rowdy none

to get those folks
all stirred up.

Just up
to the pass,

and they took
a shot at me.

Well, did
you shoot back?

No. Shot in front
of my horse

just to make sure

I didn't come
too close.

They say
anything?

Don't know nothing
about him.

Said there was
a light on

in the house
all night.

What's that
supposed to mean?

They got no right
to keeping us

from finding out
about Rowdy.

It's their town.

Yeah, and I'm
going in there.

Mr. Favor said to wait,
Mr. Nolan.

He especially
said not to rile
'em any worse.

Mr. Favor's
got no right

to leave us
hanging like this.

He knows how we
feel about the kid.

Well, I got a feeling
he's gonna be all right.

It's raining.

You can feel it.

It's gonna make
things real clean.

Well, I'm gonna
go find out about Rowdy.

Maybe you didn't hear me.

I said they took
a shot at me.

Well, I can
take a shot
right back.

Well, we ain't gonna draw
on you,

if that's what
you mean, Petey.

Anybody got anything
else to say?

I got something
to say, Pete.

Now, you're supposed
to be in charge

of this herd now.

In case anything
happens to Mr. Favor,

you're supposed
to go right on
being in charge.

That's why he
could go up there
to with Rowdy.

'Cause he trusted you
to take care of things

in case he
didn't get back.

It finally stopped.

Oh, we've done everything,

tried everything.

Nothing seems
to help.

He's still alive,
isn't he?

I'm afraid he won't
last till morning.

Oh, if only I were
a real doctor.

I've read it, and
I've reread it.

I know every
word of it.

Dang if I can
match what that
boy in there has

with what's on
these pages.

Mr. Favor, please,
don't go out.

Mr. Stauffer...
No, please,
Mr. Favor.

You'll be shot down.

Pa?

Pa?!

Pa, hurry!

It's a rash.
Yes.

Oh, no.

Yes, it is.

Oh, look, Mr. Favor, a rash.

It's a rash.

Can you see it?
It's a ra...

Look at those
spots, Mr. Favor.

Do you see them?
Look at them.

Uh-huh. A rash!

A rash, Mr. Favor!

It's not anthrax.

It's not anthrax!

A rash.

He-he's got a rash.

No, no, listen,
listen.

Listen to this. Listen.

Uh,

"A disease marked
by an eruption

of rose-colored
pappuli."

That's cow pox.

That's all he's
had all the time.

Just simple cow pox.

Not anthrax?
No!

You simple-minded,
hot-headed dolts.

Can't you get
it through your
thick skulls?

Not anthrax.

Cow pox.
Cow pox?

That means
non-infectious.

Your families
are safe.

You all are safe.

Amos.

I hear laughing.

Hi, Pete.

Hi, Mr. Favor.

How's Rowdy?

He passed the crisis
last night.

Wasn't anthrax. Cow pox.

Cow pox?

Yeah. He'll rest up
in Goram.

We've got to get on the move.

How are the men?
Everybody's fine.

We're ready to move.
Good.

Then we push.

Morning, gentlemen.

Morning, Favor.
Favor.

I hope you bear no grudge
against Goram, Mr. Favor.

Amos assures us

the rain has killed all
the anthrax spore in the soil.

I appreciate
your letting us push through,

instead of holding us up
until night.

Oh, that's the least
we could do

since we held you up so long.

It's easier swallowing
a little dust

than it is our
pride, Mr. Favor,

but we're glad to do it.

I think you'll be wanting
this, Mr. Favor.

Thanks.

Thank you, gentlemen.

How's Rowdy today?

He's resting.

But it'll be at least a week

before he can catch up
with you, Mr. Favor.

With you to look after him,

that week won't be so hard
to take.

Again, thanks.

Good luck, Mr. Favor.

?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'...?