Rawhide (1959–1965): Season 2, Episode 10 - Incident of the Valley in Shadow - full transcript
In Cheyenne country Pete encounters hunting parties delaying his return to camp putting Favor and the others on edge. When Pete returns, he recognizes Daggett as a bounty hunter. Daggett and others have heard about the $500 government reward for returning white captives. To get other drovers to help, Daggett posts the $8000 reward for Nancy Curtis. Daggett and Houk catch Manso, the Cheyenne Chief, roughing him up for information on Nancy Curtis. Favor stops them but is shot with an arrow by a Cheyenne brave. Manso takes Favor to his hunting camp where Winoka who is Nancy Curtis tends to Favor. Favor returns to camp without her asking for men to help save her but they are too late. However, Winoka comes to the drover's camp to go with Favor. Some men revolt over the reward money so Favor fires them including Scarlet. When Winoka learns the camp may be wiped out by Manso, she tries to return to him but is captured by Daggett's group. Favor with the aid of the returning Scarlet tries to find Daggett's group but is too late. Favor goes to Manso for help finding the group. When Daggett tries to kill Favor, Teddy steps in. Winoka is safe with Manso but the two of them have issues they must resolve.
Hyah!
( whip cracks )
♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪
♪ Keep movin', movin', movin' ♪
♪ Though they're disapprovin' ♪
♪ Keep them dogies movin' ♪
♪ Rawhide! ♪
♪ Don't try
To understand 'em ♪
♪ Just rope, throw
And brand 'em ♪
♪ Soon we'll be livin'
High and wide ♪
♪ My heart's calculatin' ♪
♪ My true love
Will be waitin' ♪
♪ Be 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' ♪
Hyah!
( whip cracks )
Hyah!
( whip cracks )
♪ Rawhide! ♪
Hyah!
( whip cracks )
( whip cracks )
( melancholy theme playing )
( cattle mooing )
FAVOR:
There's money in beef,
but it doesn't come easy.
There's a market for all
the steers you can raise.
But it's a thousand miles away.
You get top prices
only for top cattle.
Pushing the herd up the trail
is only half the job.
You've got to get it there
in good shape.
It takes tough men working
long hours for low wages,
staring trouble in the face
at every bend in the trail.
I'm one of 'em.
Gil Favor, trail boss.
( sighs )
Any sign of him?
No. I only went out
six or seven miles though.
That's all I told you
to go.
Yeah, but I could've
gone more, boss.
No.
( cattle mooing )
You better get back to the herd
where you belong, kid.
Mr. Favor sure
won't like it
if he finds you out here, uh,
soldiering like this.
Man gets awful hot
out there, Jim.
I've been out there
three or four hours.
Why aren't you out
watching the beeves, Teddy?
The beeves are too hot
to move, Mr. Favor.
Well, you always
got a choice.
You can stand guard...
draw your pay.
What's eatin'
on him, Jim?
We're in Cheyenne country.
Pete's been gone
two days.
He's got a right
to be bothered.
Get back to
your beeves, Teddy.
( dramatic theme playing )
Oh, Pete, old partner.
Boss is sure gonna be
glad to see you.
I'm kinda glad
to be here too, Jim.
Where is he?
Try the chuck wagon.
Thanks.
( cattle mooing )
PETE:
Well, where is he
anyhow?
All right. He'll be back
soon as Scarlet
finds him.
Ah, thi-- This is
real good, Wishbone.
Really is.
Who cooked it?
What happened
to you, Pete?
Cheyenne. Ran into 'em
about noon yesterday.
On the trail?
Smack on it.
I swung off
about ten miles
and hid out in an old
willow sink till it got dark.
My doggone horse kept
stomping around making noise.
I had to turn him
loose.
I spent the rest of
the night tracking him...
carrying my saddle on my back
while I was doing it.
A huntin' or war party?
I couldn't make out
any paint from where I was.
About how many?
I saw two different
parties.
About 40 or 50
in each.
According to the sign,
there's plenty more of 'em
scattered around
out here.
All bucks?
Best I could tell,
they're all bucks.
Rowdy...
you'd better
let the guards know.
Scarlet...
you take up a spot
opposite Teddy.
Yes, sir.
I'd like to go on guard
too, Mr. Favor.
All right, Collins.
You and Beckstrom, saddle up.
Soon as you
get out there, uh,
Rowdy will let you know
where to sit guard.
( exhales )
Mushy.
You wanna pull out
my bedroll for me?
Oh, sure thing,
Mr. Nolan.
( sighs )
You'll feel better after
you've rested a couple hours.
Well, I feel
pretty good right now,
just being back.
( ominous theme playing )
That is, I did feel pretty good
till I just saw somethin'
that turned my stomach.
( grunting )
All right!
Let me at him.
Break it up.
Let me at him.
I didn't start this,
Mr. Favor.
He just tied into me.
No reason at all.
When did he join
this drive?
Back at Helper's
Trading Post,
right after
you left.
What's it all
about?
He's a stinkin'
bounty hunter,
that what it's
all about.
Took a friend of mine in
for murder one time,
let a mob hang him.
Well, the next day
they found out
they hung the wrong man.
Daggett didn't care.
He was gone with his stinkin',
lousy blood money.
All right, Pete,
that's enough.
Jesus,
look at you.
What would a stinkin'
bounty hunter
want with...a drover's pay?
I'd like to know that.
All right,
I was a bounty hunter.
Man can't be right
in everything he does.
But I give it up ten years ago,
and I been punching cattle
ever since.
You hear him admit it?
He was a bounty hunter.
Ten years ago,
that's a long time.
Seems to me the townsfolk
were wrong, not him.
You mean you're gonna
let him stay?
He can handle cattle.
We need the men.
You better
get some rest.
I don't need
any rest.
Daggett.
Ah...
Thanks.
Like to talk to you.
Yeah?
I didn't, uh...
peg you right off.
Not until you tangled
with Nolan out there.
But I've
heard about you.
When did you say you quit, uh,
bounty huntin'?
What's it to you?
Same line of work.
I figure we're on this trail
for the same reason.
Uh, bounties.
For whites
the Cheyennes captured.
Government's payin',
uh, 500 apiece
for their return,
ain't it?
You here for that reason?
Same as you.
I knew the herd was trailing
through Cheyenne country.
Say, why don't you, uh,
throw in with me?
One man can't do
too much alone.
Not against
the Cheyenne anyway.
I been figurin' on gettin'
a bunch of these drovers
to come in with me.
Ain't enough in it
for that, is it?
You been readin'
penny-ante posters.
Take a look
at this one.
"Reward. $8,000 in gold coin
"will be paid for the recovery
of Nancy Curtis,
captured by Cheyenne Indians."
( whistles )
Eight thousand bucks.
Lot of men willing to
take chances for a share
of that kind
of money.
Better be careful
of Mr. Favor.
I don't want
Mr. Favor.
All I want is
some of his men.
( ominous theme playing )
( dramatic theme playing )
( cattle mooing, men whistling )
Thank you, Mr. Favor,
for coming this way.
Oh, it's good graze.
It's a little way
off the trail.
That's my place
just up ahead.
( violins playing
melancholy theme )
Sure you want
to stop?
Sometimes old scars
don't heal
as hard as you think.
It's been a long
time, Mr. Favor.
I wanted to see it.
That's a kitchen
you're in, Mr. Favor.
Parlor was right here.
I remember my...
wife used to like
to sit there
by the fireplace.
Little Linda,
she was just five.
I married kinda late.
They're both buried
right off there.
Yeah, it's been
a long time.
Was it Cheyenne,
Collins?
That's right.
Cheyenne.
I'm...afraid it's time
we got moving.
Sure, Mr. Favor.
Sure.
( cattle mooing )
Mr. Favor.
Who put
this up?
Daggett...
you have anything
to do with this?
Don't know nothing
about it, boss.
Read it though.
Enough to make
the gall rise in anybody
calls himself
a man.
Ah, let's forget it.
We're driving beeves,
nothing else.
Saw a bunch of tracks
leading away from the herd.
I figure we're missing
about a dozen steer.
Whoever cut 'em out
was riding ponies.
Probably Cheyenne.
Where at?
That bend
back about a mile.
I guess they used
the hills for cover.
I'd better
take a look.
Look, them Cheyenne
are right on our tail.
They're probably a lot more
back there.
I just want to see
what's going on.
Well, that's
my job.
Would've been, if you hadn't
got so messed up.
Let Rowdy know where I am.
( dramatic theme playing )
( horse trotting )
( ominous theme playing )
( delicate theme playing )
Hello there.
Buenas días.
My party's
back a ways.
We're pushing a herd.
You know what
I'm saying?
I know.
You are the chief?
Trail boss.
My name's Favor.
Manso.
Cheyenne chief.
Uh, some of your, uh,
people took a bunch
of our steers.
I ride to
your herd.
Pay for them.
Pay?
We are not thieves.
The steers aren't mine
to sell though.
We...
need steer for eating.
Hunting has
been poor.
But I, uh--
I just can't sell 'em.
You people...
Some of you...
But most of you
come to kill.
Nothing...
but kill.
Not most of us.
Just some of us.
Too many, some of us!
I learn the white man way.
My father...
he thought your way
might be better.
I...do not
think so.
I'm sorry.
You are not sorry.
But I think you have...
more understanding
than the others.
( dramatic theme playing )
What do you want?
Talk with you.
( grunts )
Hold it, Indian.
Drop the rifle.
Drop it!
( gunshot )
Take him.
Nancy Curtis.
You understand
the name, Indian?
Nancy Curtis.
I don't care about
them other captives.
Keep 'em.
But Nancy Curtis
means something to me.
Know what I mean?
Do you hear me?
I asked you a name, Indian.
Nancy Curtis.
( grunts )
You beginning to get
the name now? Nancy Curtis.
Is she a captive
of yours?
( grunts )
Who told you
to leave the herd?
We thought you might need
a little help.
Let him go, Houk.
Look, Mr. Favor,
these Cheyenne,
they got white captives,
women, slaves.
What's wrong with trying
to find out about them?
You were hired on
to drive herd,
nothing else.
That's what's wrong.
Let’s get
back to it.
( ominous theme playing )
Why...you do this?
Well, I don't
hire my men on
to...make trouble.
Those two...disobey?
Maybe they didn't
understand so good.
Kill them. You are chief.
Can't do that.
But maybe now they'll understand
a little bit better.
I...
think...you will be sorry.
( swoosh )
( ominous theme playing )
La-ra-nah.
La-ra-nah!
Went through.
Good.
( grunts )
( quiet theme playing )
I take your gun.
( speaking in
Cheyenne dialect )
La-ra-nah.
You have bad people.
I also...
have bad people.
You don't let 'em stay--
( grunts )
Stay bad for very long.
Cheyenne law.
I say we come hunt, not fight.
I am chief.
He dies.
How you--?
How you feel?
Oh, good enough to get
in the saddle...
get back to the herd...
if it's all right with you.
( moans )
( quiet theme playing )
( speaking in
Cheyenne dialect )
( sighs )
ROWDY:
What's up?
Where you been, anyway?
Trying to
help the boss.
PETE:
You never helped anybody
in your life.
You keep out of this,
Nolan.
Mr. Favor got caught by the
Cheyenne. We come to get help.
You better mount up,
we'll show you where he is.
Now, wait
a minute.
You mean, you saw him
get caught,
you didn't try to
do anything about it?
I told you to stay
out of this.
Well, you comin'
or ain't you?
Wait a second.
Hold on, Daggett.
You said you used to be
a bounty hunter...
and we go and find
a bounty poster
stuck on the wagon.
Who are you, anyway?
And who gave you permission
to leave the herd?
You wanna sit still
for this?
Waiting around
while the Cheyenne
go to work
on your boss, huh?
You got a way of lyin'
to get what you want, Daggett.
I think you're
lying now.
Mr. Favor knew those Cheyenne
were out there.
And he's got sense enough
to keep from getting caught.
Yeah, well...we've been
in tough situations before.
Anyway, the rule is
we stay here.
We stay right here
with the herd.
That's
Mr. Favor's rule.
We got no room for troublemakers
around here, Daggett.
You're fired.
Houk, you are too.
You're not the boss.
Suppose we don't
want to be fired?
I guess you think
you got a choice?
What about the pay
we got coming?
Step over to the wagon.
( quiet theme swelling )
Water.
Water.
( groans )
( gentle theme playing )
( coughing )
Mm.
Thanks.
Tah-pai?
( clears throat )
That was good.
What's your name?
You understood when I--
When I said water.
Water?
No.
No.
Your skin.
It's very
white.
( ominous theme playing )
( men yelling, cattle mooing )
I'm not giving Daggett
anything.
It's been 24 hours
since the boss left.
( sighs )
Look, Pete, I know how you feel,
but we're sticking
with the herd.
This is Cheyenne
country.
He's out there alone,
Rowdy.
Well, I'm bettin'
on the boss.
You didn't come up
with anything yesterday
when you were out
hunting for him.
I told you that's
because night
come on to me
too quick.
Let's get the men,
and go back and look for him.
And leave this herd wide open?
We're staying right here, Pete.
Look out there.
It's Mr. Favor,
bringing back the beef.
( ominous theme playing )
Who are you?
Manso, Chief of Quay
Cheyenne.
What are you doing
with those cattle anyway?
Bring them back.
Promise your chief.
What do you mean?
Your chief...Favor,
got hurt.
He's all right.
Back two...three days.
PETE:
Well, where is he?
He...
is all right.
( gun cocks )
Let him go.
Let him go?
Rowdy...do you
believe him?
Well, he brought
the cattle back.
( slow, quiet them playing )
Oh. Hello.
( grunts )
Water?
No. No thanks.
Not now.
Not now.
Understand that?
Not now.
My name's Favor.
Favor?
That's me. My name.
You?
Winoka.
Winoka.
Winoka...
did you ever have...
other name?
Other name?
Yes, like...
Like Nancy.
Nancy.
Nancy?
Winoka...
what about
your other name?
My name Winoka.
Other name. Like Nancy?
Nancy...Curtis?
Nancy Curtis.
How does that sound to you?
I don't know.
Oh. Don't worry.
It'll all come back.
Look.
H-h-have you got
anything...
Something that--
That isn't Cheyenne?
Um...
here, I-I'll show you.
Ring?
Um...necklace?
No. Uh...
not Cheyenne.
Um...bracelet.
Uh, necklace.
When you...
very small.
( heavy drum theme playing )
( dramatic theme playing )
"N.C."
Nancy Curtis.
Me?
Not much
doubt.
You have a family.
Family?
Are there
more here that...
are like you?
Not here.
Main camp.
Maybe...
ten.
( speaks in
Cheyenne dialect )
Manso...
you can't keep white people
with your tribe
against
their will.
We do not
keep them here
against their will.
What about her, and the others?
I know they're captives.
They slaves?
Winoka is no slave.
You...ask her.
Winoka...
do you know what
"slave" means?
Slave?
Paino.
Me...no slave.
Hara-ki.
No. No, Winoka.
Stay, please.
I do not want...
to fight you.
I want my people
to have peace with yours.
I want the same thing.
I just think that Winoka
ought to have a choice
of staying here
or being with her own people.
We are...
her people.
We have raise her
since she is this high.
We are her family.
You've got to
understand...
her real parents
are still alive,
and they want her.
Just as you would
want your child.
They've never
given up
searching
for her.
I don't know how you got
ahold of her,
but...you must have taken her
from her people by force.
It was war.
While my men hunt...
the white soldiers raid
our village...
kill our women...
old men and children.
Then we make
our own raid.
We kill.
But we do not kill
women and children.
We bring
children back
to take places of...
those we have lost.
I understand.
But she should still have
the right to choose.
Staying here she'll--
She'll never know
which kind of a life
is better for her.
Winoka...will you
come with me
to your own
people?
( speaking in Cheyenne dialect )
( sniffles )
I...
want to stay with my people.
You see.
No, Manso.
Decision isn't up to you,
or to me, or--
Or even to her.
Until she's had
a chance
to decide
for herself.
You...
will leave here,
Mr. Favor.
( ominous theme playing )
But I'll come back,
Manso.
If you still refuse
to leave her go...
I'll have other men with me.
You save my life...
I save your life.
I respect you.
When we meet again...
we meet as enemy.
( intense theme playing )
( snorts )
( cattle mooing in distance )
( men whistling, yelling )
MAN:
Hyah!
( men yelling indistinctly )
( whistles )
Rowdy...
you get on down there
and stop the herd.
Call all the men
together.
You all right?
Yeah.
Sure.
Oh, Pete. I want to see
Daggett and Houk first thing.
You can't do that boss.
They ain't here.
Rowdy fired 'em.
Good.
Hey, hold 'em up,
will you, Jim?
Then come on back
to the chuck wagon.
Right.
ROWDY:
Hold up, Wishbone.
Whoa.
Hold up.
Mr. Favor's back.
MAN ( in distance ):
Hyah! Hyah!
( whistling )
Hyah!
MAN 2 ( in distance ):
Hyah! Hyah!
Where you been,
Mr. Favor?
He'll tell you
when he gets ready.
You, uh, gonna want
some help getting down.
No,
I better stay
where I am.
I've got more
riding to do.
I've just come back from
the camp of the Cheyenne.
I got hurt, they took
good care of me.
Their chief's a good man,
and he doesn't want war.
Only trouble is...
he's got a captive,
a white girl.
Didn't want to
let her go.
Maybe she wants
to go home, maybe not.
Point is, she hasn't
really got a choice.
I wanna go back and get her.
I'll need some help,
some of you wanna
come along with me.
I've got nothing to do.
I'll go, Mr. Favor.
You got a man here.
Me too.
I'll take a crack
at them Cheyenne.
Boss, you ain't really
serious about this?
We can let 'em know
at Fort Davis.
They'll take care
of it.
Would take
a couple weeks.
Cheyenne would be
gone by then.
You're risking the herd,
stirring up Cheyenne.
Pete--
Boss, I wanna
go with you.
I wanna see that captive
set free too.
But we've come this far
with the herd--
Pete, that's the reason
I want the herd to push on.
The ones who
stay here with me
will be volunteerin'.
We'll have to
take our chances
on never getting back
to the herd.
I say we go after
them Cheyenne,
free that girl.
Is that girl's name
Nancy Curtis, Mr. Favor?
It is.
Rowdy...you take over
the herd.
I'll take eight men.
No more.
( ominous theme playing )
( dramatic theme playing )
Sure didn't take 'em long
to get outta here.
What chance have we got,
of following them?
Cheyenne move,
they move fast.
We got no chance
at all.
( dramatic theme playing )
( gentle theme playing )
( horses snorting )
Take a look.
FAVOR:
Did she get here?
She just rode in.
Seems to know you
though.
( cattle mooing
in distance )
Hello there.
Glad you're here.
I don't know if
I glad or not.
Why did
you come?
The sight of you...
your words...
make me remember.
Remember what?
I don't know.
But others have talked to me
in your words,
long time past.
Your words make me
want to go back.
Don't you worry about it.
We'll see that you get back.
Back to your family.
How will it be?
Maybe when they see me...
they don't want me.
No. No, you're gonna
be all right.
Cheyenne all I know.
Maybe I get lost...
in between.
Maybe family
won't like me.
LAWRENCE:
Miss...
Now, miss,
don't you worry
about your family
not liking you.
They're gonna fall
over themselves.
They'll hug you
so tight,
you won't be able to
take two breaths in a row.
No, don't you worry.
Not a bit.
Thank you.
WISHBONE:
Mr. Favor.
I think Cheyenne ain't
gonna take this kindly.
Us having
that girl.
No, and this ain't
the best spot
for holding off
an attack either.
BECKSTROM:
Mr. Favor.
That girl there.
She Nancy
Curtis?
That's right.
There's $8,000
reward for her.
What's that got
to do with you?
Well, I rode in that Cheyenne
camp with you, Mr. Favor.
I took my chances,
along with the rest of us.
I figure part of that money
belongs to me.
You didn't
find her.
She walked in
of her own accord.
Well, that's unfair,
Mr. Favor.
Somebody's entitled
to that reward.
I think the rest of
the drovers feel the same way.
That right?
I figure I got
something coming, boss.
How many of you feel you
have to collect for this?
All of us, Mr. Favor.
FAVOR:
Let 'em speak
for themselves.
All right,
how about it?
That's about the way
we feel, boss.
You want me
to pay 'em off now?
As of now.
Scarlet too.
That's all
for me?
You firing us,
Mr. Favor?
I want you
out of this camp
as quick as you
draw your money.
Your men leave...
because you kind
to me?
Oh. Those kind
would leave anyway.
They would not.
But you would let them leave...
before you would
turn me away?
With pleasure.
It's an everyday thing,
letting 'em go.
I do not believe you.
How are we
gonna get along,
losing
this many men?
We'll get along.
Pay 'em off.
( intense theme playing )
Think he's got
more with him?
Let him come in.
I come...for Winoka.
She's here because
she wants to be here.
I bring back your cattle.
It is right.
Now...you give me Winoka.
She's made
her own choice.
My people come to hunt.
I have...
hunters
all around.
I set fires...
hunter become warrior.
That'll have to
be up to you.
Manso.
You have been
good,
kind to me.
But--
MANSO:
Speak your own tongue.
I speak the tongue
of my people.
Cheyenne are your people.
WINOKA:
I love Cheyenne.
All of them.
But look at the others.
I am like them.
I...
see only men, Winoka.
Am I...
not a man?
The finest,
bravest.
But these are
my own kind.
It is not for you to decide.
I take Winoka.
She stays here, Manso.
( slow, tense theme playing )
I want two men guarding
the girl at all times.
Break out the rifles,
plenty of ammunition.
Alrighty.
BECKSTROM:
Still think we ought to
be fired, Mr. Favor?
Get your money,
get out.
Boss, will you
listen to me a minute?
That girl ain't even sure
she wants to go with us.
I know you think
you're right about this,
but this could be the means
of us all getting wiped out.
Well, let's
hope not.
With the odds the way they are,
what else can we expect?
You can't fight
every battle
with the odds
in your favor, Pete.
It'll take Manso
a while
to get his braves
together.
We'll get out first thing
in the morning.
( ominous theme playing )
( cattle mooing )
Ah. Good morning,
old Quince.
How you feel
this morning?
Sleepy.
Quince.
Yeah.
Wake up the girl. Tell her
it's time for breakfast.
Sure, boss.
Morning, Mr. Favor.
How do you feel
this morning?
Fine. Thanks, Wish.
Ah, some good
hot coffee,
that's what you need.
( intense theme playing )
She's gone, Mr. Favor.
Gone?
I don't know how
she got away
without us
knowing it.
Lived with the Indians,
didn't she?
Well, why would she do
a thing like that?
Maybe went back
to the Cheyenne.
Probably figured she was making
too much trouble for us.
She could get real lost
in this country.
Yeah. Get the horses
saddled.
Tell Pete.
Yes, sir.
( gentle theme playing )
( ominous theme playing )
( horse
neighs )
You got no business
out here alone.
From now on, I'm
gonna take care of you.
Please...let me go.
I go back, Manso will not
attack Mr. Favor.
Please...don't
stop me now.
Please.
Let $8,000 go?
After all this time?
Not a chance.
Come on. You're money
in the bank.
( whinnies )
( ominous theme playing )
Company joined her
here.
Five or six
of 'em.
Horses are
all shod,
so they ain't
Cheyenne.
Yeah, Beckstrom
and the others.
SCARLET:
Mr. Favor.
What do you want,
Scarlet?
I left 'em,
Mr. Favor.
I don't want any part
of Daggett's play.
Daggett?
Him and Houk
was camped
at the watering hole
we came to.
We joined up.
I didn't think it was wrong.
But I do now.
How's the girl?
Daggett's acting like
he owns her.
Acting like he's gonna
take his own good time
getting her back
to her folks.
You want to show us
where they are?
I can show you where
they was when I left.
( dramatic theme playing )
Ah, it's no good, boss.
Ever since we crossed
that loose sand back there,
where the tracks blowed away,
I've been guessing.
Scarlet?
I don't know.
I didn't think it would be
too hard to trace 'em
from the spot
I lead you to.
There's something
that ain't hard to trace.
( dramatic drumbeat theme
playing )
Looks like
your Cheyenne friend
is calling in his braves.
Pete, you and the others
get on back to the herd.
What about you?
I'm chasing down
that smoke signal.
Well, good luck.
Nah-toh.
You come to give back Winoka?
No.
You come
to die?
I come for help.
Help?
Winoka's gone.
Bounty hunters
have her.
Your people are all around.
I figure you have the best
chance of finding her.
They...
are the same man
who beat me.
The same.
And there's more men with them.
( speaking in Cheyenne dialect )
Come.
( dramatic theme playing )
My men find them.
How are you so sure?
See flash? There.
Other there.
What we look for is between.
( horse snorts )
How long before
your people come?
Maybe little time.
Maybe...more.
That may be
too late.
I'm going in.
You not wise
when you not kill them.
You not wise now.
Go before my hunters come.
HOUK:
Hold it!
We seen you
all the way.
Get their guns.
Visitors, huh?
You come together?
We've come to
get you.
You might be something
as a trail boss, Favor,
but you weren't
smart coming here.
You and your friend probably
got others coming,
so we're not gonna hang around.
And we can't be
bothered with you.
( gunshot )
I guess I...
had enough
of him, Mr. Favor.
'Course I know that don't
go against
my not listening
to you
against my walking out
on you.
Not
good fight.
Not good.
( ominous theme playing )
You're not gonna hand us over
to them, are you, Mr. Favor?
You kn-- You know what
they'll do to us.
You want us
punished,
hand us over
to the law.
The white man's law.
You turn 'em loose unarmed,
they...can't do any harm.
Go.
Oh, Teddy.
I'm a little shorthanded.
Uh, you can come along
with me, if you want.
Thanks, Mr. Favor.
( gentle theme playing )
Manso, um...
you take real
good care of her.
You tell my family
I'm alive.
I'm thinking
of them.
But maybe not
tell 'em where I am.
( dramatic theme playing )
( cattle mooing )
( men whistling, yelling )
Hey, Quince.
You lose the herd?
Lookie yonder.
( gentle theme playing )
Winoka.
Manso say I come with you.
He want what best for me.
Maybe best for
Cheyenne people too.
They no longer alone
on the prairie.
White men come in
like waters in the spring flood.
Maybe no more Cheyenne law.
Like so many
Cheyenne warriors...
gone.
Manso say
he send others later.
Manso's a wise man.
Fine and brave man.
I was to be
his bride in fall.
You want to ride with me?
I would like to.
( dramatic theme playing )
( cattle mooing )
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' ♪
Hyah!
( whip cracks )
Hyah!
( whip cracks )
♪ Rawhide! ♪
Hyah!
( whip cracks )
Hyah!
( whip cracks )
♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪
( whip cracks )
♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪
♪ Keep movin', movin', movin' ♪
♪ Though they're disapprovin' ♪
♪ Keep them dogies movin' ♪
♪ Rawhide! ♪
♪ Don't try
To understand 'em ♪
♪ Just rope, throw
And brand 'em ♪
♪ Soon we'll be livin'
High and wide ♪
♪ My heart's calculatin' ♪
♪ My true love
Will be waitin' ♪
♪ Be 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' ♪
Hyah!
( whip cracks )
Hyah!
( whip cracks )
♪ Rawhide! ♪
Hyah!
( whip cracks )
( whip cracks )
( melancholy theme playing )
( cattle mooing )
FAVOR:
There's money in beef,
but it doesn't come easy.
There's a market for all
the steers you can raise.
But it's a thousand miles away.
You get top prices
only for top cattle.
Pushing the herd up the trail
is only half the job.
You've got to get it there
in good shape.
It takes tough men working
long hours for low wages,
staring trouble in the face
at every bend in the trail.
I'm one of 'em.
Gil Favor, trail boss.
( sighs )
Any sign of him?
No. I only went out
six or seven miles though.
That's all I told you
to go.
Yeah, but I could've
gone more, boss.
No.
( cattle mooing )
You better get back to the herd
where you belong, kid.
Mr. Favor sure
won't like it
if he finds you out here, uh,
soldiering like this.
Man gets awful hot
out there, Jim.
I've been out there
three or four hours.
Why aren't you out
watching the beeves, Teddy?
The beeves are too hot
to move, Mr. Favor.
Well, you always
got a choice.
You can stand guard...
draw your pay.
What's eatin'
on him, Jim?
We're in Cheyenne country.
Pete's been gone
two days.
He's got a right
to be bothered.
Get back to
your beeves, Teddy.
( dramatic theme playing )
Oh, Pete, old partner.
Boss is sure gonna be
glad to see you.
I'm kinda glad
to be here too, Jim.
Where is he?
Try the chuck wagon.
Thanks.
( cattle mooing )
PETE:
Well, where is he
anyhow?
All right. He'll be back
soon as Scarlet
finds him.
Ah, thi-- This is
real good, Wishbone.
Really is.
Who cooked it?
What happened
to you, Pete?
Cheyenne. Ran into 'em
about noon yesterday.
On the trail?
Smack on it.
I swung off
about ten miles
and hid out in an old
willow sink till it got dark.
My doggone horse kept
stomping around making noise.
I had to turn him
loose.
I spent the rest of
the night tracking him...
carrying my saddle on my back
while I was doing it.
A huntin' or war party?
I couldn't make out
any paint from where I was.
About how many?
I saw two different
parties.
About 40 or 50
in each.
According to the sign,
there's plenty more of 'em
scattered around
out here.
All bucks?
Best I could tell,
they're all bucks.
Rowdy...
you'd better
let the guards know.
Scarlet...
you take up a spot
opposite Teddy.
Yes, sir.
I'd like to go on guard
too, Mr. Favor.
All right, Collins.
You and Beckstrom, saddle up.
Soon as you
get out there, uh,
Rowdy will let you know
where to sit guard.
( exhales )
Mushy.
You wanna pull out
my bedroll for me?
Oh, sure thing,
Mr. Nolan.
( sighs )
You'll feel better after
you've rested a couple hours.
Well, I feel
pretty good right now,
just being back.
( ominous theme playing )
That is, I did feel pretty good
till I just saw somethin'
that turned my stomach.
( grunting )
All right!
Let me at him.
Break it up.
Let me at him.
I didn't start this,
Mr. Favor.
He just tied into me.
No reason at all.
When did he join
this drive?
Back at Helper's
Trading Post,
right after
you left.
What's it all
about?
He's a stinkin'
bounty hunter,
that what it's
all about.
Took a friend of mine in
for murder one time,
let a mob hang him.
Well, the next day
they found out
they hung the wrong man.
Daggett didn't care.
He was gone with his stinkin',
lousy blood money.
All right, Pete,
that's enough.
Jesus,
look at you.
What would a stinkin'
bounty hunter
want with...a drover's pay?
I'd like to know that.
All right,
I was a bounty hunter.
Man can't be right
in everything he does.
But I give it up ten years ago,
and I been punching cattle
ever since.
You hear him admit it?
He was a bounty hunter.
Ten years ago,
that's a long time.
Seems to me the townsfolk
were wrong, not him.
You mean you're gonna
let him stay?
He can handle cattle.
We need the men.
You better
get some rest.
I don't need
any rest.
Daggett.
Ah...
Thanks.
Like to talk to you.
Yeah?
I didn't, uh...
peg you right off.
Not until you tangled
with Nolan out there.
But I've
heard about you.
When did you say you quit, uh,
bounty huntin'?
What's it to you?
Same line of work.
I figure we're on this trail
for the same reason.
Uh, bounties.
For whites
the Cheyennes captured.
Government's payin',
uh, 500 apiece
for their return,
ain't it?
You here for that reason?
Same as you.
I knew the herd was trailing
through Cheyenne country.
Say, why don't you, uh,
throw in with me?
One man can't do
too much alone.
Not against
the Cheyenne anyway.
I been figurin' on gettin'
a bunch of these drovers
to come in with me.
Ain't enough in it
for that, is it?
You been readin'
penny-ante posters.
Take a look
at this one.
"Reward. $8,000 in gold coin
"will be paid for the recovery
of Nancy Curtis,
captured by Cheyenne Indians."
( whistles )
Eight thousand bucks.
Lot of men willing to
take chances for a share
of that kind
of money.
Better be careful
of Mr. Favor.
I don't want
Mr. Favor.
All I want is
some of his men.
( ominous theme playing )
( dramatic theme playing )
( cattle mooing, men whistling )
Thank you, Mr. Favor,
for coming this way.
Oh, it's good graze.
It's a little way
off the trail.
That's my place
just up ahead.
( violins playing
melancholy theme )
Sure you want
to stop?
Sometimes old scars
don't heal
as hard as you think.
It's been a long
time, Mr. Favor.
I wanted to see it.
That's a kitchen
you're in, Mr. Favor.
Parlor was right here.
I remember my...
wife used to like
to sit there
by the fireplace.
Little Linda,
she was just five.
I married kinda late.
They're both buried
right off there.
Yeah, it's been
a long time.
Was it Cheyenne,
Collins?
That's right.
Cheyenne.
I'm...afraid it's time
we got moving.
Sure, Mr. Favor.
Sure.
( cattle mooing )
Mr. Favor.
Who put
this up?
Daggett...
you have anything
to do with this?
Don't know nothing
about it, boss.
Read it though.
Enough to make
the gall rise in anybody
calls himself
a man.
Ah, let's forget it.
We're driving beeves,
nothing else.
Saw a bunch of tracks
leading away from the herd.
I figure we're missing
about a dozen steer.
Whoever cut 'em out
was riding ponies.
Probably Cheyenne.
Where at?
That bend
back about a mile.
I guess they used
the hills for cover.
I'd better
take a look.
Look, them Cheyenne
are right on our tail.
They're probably a lot more
back there.
I just want to see
what's going on.
Well, that's
my job.
Would've been, if you hadn't
got so messed up.
Let Rowdy know where I am.
( dramatic theme playing )
( horse trotting )
( ominous theme playing )
( delicate theme playing )
Hello there.
Buenas días.
My party's
back a ways.
We're pushing a herd.
You know what
I'm saying?
I know.
You are the chief?
Trail boss.
My name's Favor.
Manso.
Cheyenne chief.
Uh, some of your, uh,
people took a bunch
of our steers.
I ride to
your herd.
Pay for them.
Pay?
We are not thieves.
The steers aren't mine
to sell though.
We...
need steer for eating.
Hunting has
been poor.
But I, uh--
I just can't sell 'em.
You people...
Some of you...
But most of you
come to kill.
Nothing...
but kill.
Not most of us.
Just some of us.
Too many, some of us!
I learn the white man way.
My father...
he thought your way
might be better.
I...do not
think so.
I'm sorry.
You are not sorry.
But I think you have...
more understanding
than the others.
( dramatic theme playing )
What do you want?
Talk with you.
( grunts )
Hold it, Indian.
Drop the rifle.
Drop it!
( gunshot )
Take him.
Nancy Curtis.
You understand
the name, Indian?
Nancy Curtis.
I don't care about
them other captives.
Keep 'em.
But Nancy Curtis
means something to me.
Know what I mean?
Do you hear me?
I asked you a name, Indian.
Nancy Curtis.
( grunts )
You beginning to get
the name now? Nancy Curtis.
Is she a captive
of yours?
( grunts )
Who told you
to leave the herd?
We thought you might need
a little help.
Let him go, Houk.
Look, Mr. Favor,
these Cheyenne,
they got white captives,
women, slaves.
What's wrong with trying
to find out about them?
You were hired on
to drive herd,
nothing else.
That's what's wrong.
Let’s get
back to it.
( ominous theme playing )
Why...you do this?
Well, I don't
hire my men on
to...make trouble.
Those two...disobey?
Maybe they didn't
understand so good.
Kill them. You are chief.
Can't do that.
But maybe now they'll understand
a little bit better.
I...
think...you will be sorry.
( swoosh )
( ominous theme playing )
La-ra-nah.
La-ra-nah!
Went through.
Good.
( grunts )
( quiet theme playing )
I take your gun.
( speaking in
Cheyenne dialect )
La-ra-nah.
You have bad people.
I also...
have bad people.
You don't let 'em stay--
( grunts )
Stay bad for very long.
Cheyenne law.
I say we come hunt, not fight.
I am chief.
He dies.
How you--?
How you feel?
Oh, good enough to get
in the saddle...
get back to the herd...
if it's all right with you.
( moans )
( quiet theme playing )
( speaking in
Cheyenne dialect )
( sighs )
ROWDY:
What's up?
Where you been, anyway?
Trying to
help the boss.
PETE:
You never helped anybody
in your life.
You keep out of this,
Nolan.
Mr. Favor got caught by the
Cheyenne. We come to get help.
You better mount up,
we'll show you where he is.
Now, wait
a minute.
You mean, you saw him
get caught,
you didn't try to
do anything about it?
I told you to stay
out of this.
Well, you comin'
or ain't you?
Wait a second.
Hold on, Daggett.
You said you used to be
a bounty hunter...
and we go and find
a bounty poster
stuck on the wagon.
Who are you, anyway?
And who gave you permission
to leave the herd?
You wanna sit still
for this?
Waiting around
while the Cheyenne
go to work
on your boss, huh?
You got a way of lyin'
to get what you want, Daggett.
I think you're
lying now.
Mr. Favor knew those Cheyenne
were out there.
And he's got sense enough
to keep from getting caught.
Yeah, well...we've been
in tough situations before.
Anyway, the rule is
we stay here.
We stay right here
with the herd.
That's
Mr. Favor's rule.
We got no room for troublemakers
around here, Daggett.
You're fired.
Houk, you are too.
You're not the boss.
Suppose we don't
want to be fired?
I guess you think
you got a choice?
What about the pay
we got coming?
Step over to the wagon.
( quiet theme swelling )
Water.
Water.
( groans )
( gentle theme playing )
( coughing )
Mm.
Thanks.
Tah-pai?
( clears throat )
That was good.
What's your name?
You understood when I--
When I said water.
Water?
No.
No.
Your skin.
It's very
white.
( ominous theme playing )
( men yelling, cattle mooing )
I'm not giving Daggett
anything.
It's been 24 hours
since the boss left.
( sighs )
Look, Pete, I know how you feel,
but we're sticking
with the herd.
This is Cheyenne
country.
He's out there alone,
Rowdy.
Well, I'm bettin'
on the boss.
You didn't come up
with anything yesterday
when you were out
hunting for him.
I told you that's
because night
come on to me
too quick.
Let's get the men,
and go back and look for him.
And leave this herd wide open?
We're staying right here, Pete.
Look out there.
It's Mr. Favor,
bringing back the beef.
( ominous theme playing )
Who are you?
Manso, Chief of Quay
Cheyenne.
What are you doing
with those cattle anyway?
Bring them back.
Promise your chief.
What do you mean?
Your chief...Favor,
got hurt.
He's all right.
Back two...three days.
PETE:
Well, where is he?
He...
is all right.
( gun cocks )
Let him go.
Let him go?
Rowdy...do you
believe him?
Well, he brought
the cattle back.
( slow, quiet them playing )
Oh. Hello.
( grunts )
Water?
No. No thanks.
Not now.
Not now.
Understand that?
Not now.
My name's Favor.
Favor?
That's me. My name.
You?
Winoka.
Winoka.
Winoka...
did you ever have...
other name?
Other name?
Yes, like...
Like Nancy.
Nancy.
Nancy?
Winoka...
what about
your other name?
My name Winoka.
Other name. Like Nancy?
Nancy...Curtis?
Nancy Curtis.
How does that sound to you?
I don't know.
Oh. Don't worry.
It'll all come back.
Look.
H-h-have you got
anything...
Something that--
That isn't Cheyenne?
Um...
here, I-I'll show you.
Ring?
Um...necklace?
No. Uh...
not Cheyenne.
Um...bracelet.
Uh, necklace.
When you...
very small.
( heavy drum theme playing )
( dramatic theme playing )
"N.C."
Nancy Curtis.
Me?
Not much
doubt.
You have a family.
Family?
Are there
more here that...
are like you?
Not here.
Main camp.
Maybe...
ten.
( speaks in
Cheyenne dialect )
Manso...
you can't keep white people
with your tribe
against
their will.
We do not
keep them here
against their will.
What about her, and the others?
I know they're captives.
They slaves?
Winoka is no slave.
You...ask her.
Winoka...
do you know what
"slave" means?
Slave?
Paino.
Me...no slave.
Hara-ki.
No. No, Winoka.
Stay, please.
I do not want...
to fight you.
I want my people
to have peace with yours.
I want the same thing.
I just think that Winoka
ought to have a choice
of staying here
or being with her own people.
We are...
her people.
We have raise her
since she is this high.
We are her family.
You've got to
understand...
her real parents
are still alive,
and they want her.
Just as you would
want your child.
They've never
given up
searching
for her.
I don't know how you got
ahold of her,
but...you must have taken her
from her people by force.
It was war.
While my men hunt...
the white soldiers raid
our village...
kill our women...
old men and children.
Then we make
our own raid.
We kill.
But we do not kill
women and children.
We bring
children back
to take places of...
those we have lost.
I understand.
But she should still have
the right to choose.
Staying here she'll--
She'll never know
which kind of a life
is better for her.
Winoka...will you
come with me
to your own
people?
( speaking in Cheyenne dialect )
( sniffles )
I...
want to stay with my people.
You see.
No, Manso.
Decision isn't up to you,
or to me, or--
Or even to her.
Until she's had
a chance
to decide
for herself.
You...
will leave here,
Mr. Favor.
( ominous theme playing )
But I'll come back,
Manso.
If you still refuse
to leave her go...
I'll have other men with me.
You save my life...
I save your life.
I respect you.
When we meet again...
we meet as enemy.
( intense theme playing )
( snorts )
( cattle mooing in distance )
( men whistling, yelling )
MAN:
Hyah!
( men yelling indistinctly )
( whistles )
Rowdy...
you get on down there
and stop the herd.
Call all the men
together.
You all right?
Yeah.
Sure.
Oh, Pete. I want to see
Daggett and Houk first thing.
You can't do that boss.
They ain't here.
Rowdy fired 'em.
Good.
Hey, hold 'em up,
will you, Jim?
Then come on back
to the chuck wagon.
Right.
ROWDY:
Hold up, Wishbone.
Whoa.
Hold up.
Mr. Favor's back.
MAN ( in distance ):
Hyah! Hyah!
( whistling )
Hyah!
MAN 2 ( in distance ):
Hyah! Hyah!
Where you been,
Mr. Favor?
He'll tell you
when he gets ready.
You, uh, gonna want
some help getting down.
No,
I better stay
where I am.
I've got more
riding to do.
I've just come back from
the camp of the Cheyenne.
I got hurt, they took
good care of me.
Their chief's a good man,
and he doesn't want war.
Only trouble is...
he's got a captive,
a white girl.
Didn't want to
let her go.
Maybe she wants
to go home, maybe not.
Point is, she hasn't
really got a choice.
I wanna go back and get her.
I'll need some help,
some of you wanna
come along with me.
I've got nothing to do.
I'll go, Mr. Favor.
You got a man here.
Me too.
I'll take a crack
at them Cheyenne.
Boss, you ain't really
serious about this?
We can let 'em know
at Fort Davis.
They'll take care
of it.
Would take
a couple weeks.
Cheyenne would be
gone by then.
You're risking the herd,
stirring up Cheyenne.
Pete--
Boss, I wanna
go with you.
I wanna see that captive
set free too.
But we've come this far
with the herd--
Pete, that's the reason
I want the herd to push on.
The ones who
stay here with me
will be volunteerin'.
We'll have to
take our chances
on never getting back
to the herd.
I say we go after
them Cheyenne,
free that girl.
Is that girl's name
Nancy Curtis, Mr. Favor?
It is.
Rowdy...you take over
the herd.
I'll take eight men.
No more.
( ominous theme playing )
( dramatic theme playing )
Sure didn't take 'em long
to get outta here.
What chance have we got,
of following them?
Cheyenne move,
they move fast.
We got no chance
at all.
( dramatic theme playing )
( gentle theme playing )
( horses snorting )
Take a look.
FAVOR:
Did she get here?
She just rode in.
Seems to know you
though.
( cattle mooing
in distance )
Hello there.
Glad you're here.
I don't know if
I glad or not.
Why did
you come?
The sight of you...
your words...
make me remember.
Remember what?
I don't know.
But others have talked to me
in your words,
long time past.
Your words make me
want to go back.
Don't you worry about it.
We'll see that you get back.
Back to your family.
How will it be?
Maybe when they see me...
they don't want me.
No. No, you're gonna
be all right.
Cheyenne all I know.
Maybe I get lost...
in between.
Maybe family
won't like me.
LAWRENCE:
Miss...
Now, miss,
don't you worry
about your family
not liking you.
They're gonna fall
over themselves.
They'll hug you
so tight,
you won't be able to
take two breaths in a row.
No, don't you worry.
Not a bit.
Thank you.
WISHBONE:
Mr. Favor.
I think Cheyenne ain't
gonna take this kindly.
Us having
that girl.
No, and this ain't
the best spot
for holding off
an attack either.
BECKSTROM:
Mr. Favor.
That girl there.
She Nancy
Curtis?
That's right.
There's $8,000
reward for her.
What's that got
to do with you?
Well, I rode in that Cheyenne
camp with you, Mr. Favor.
I took my chances,
along with the rest of us.
I figure part of that money
belongs to me.
You didn't
find her.
She walked in
of her own accord.
Well, that's unfair,
Mr. Favor.
Somebody's entitled
to that reward.
I think the rest of
the drovers feel the same way.
That right?
I figure I got
something coming, boss.
How many of you feel you
have to collect for this?
All of us, Mr. Favor.
FAVOR:
Let 'em speak
for themselves.
All right,
how about it?
That's about the way
we feel, boss.
You want me
to pay 'em off now?
As of now.
Scarlet too.
That's all
for me?
You firing us,
Mr. Favor?
I want you
out of this camp
as quick as you
draw your money.
Your men leave...
because you kind
to me?
Oh. Those kind
would leave anyway.
They would not.
But you would let them leave...
before you would
turn me away?
With pleasure.
It's an everyday thing,
letting 'em go.
I do not believe you.
How are we
gonna get along,
losing
this many men?
We'll get along.
Pay 'em off.
( intense theme playing )
Think he's got
more with him?
Let him come in.
I come...for Winoka.
She's here because
she wants to be here.
I bring back your cattle.
It is right.
Now...you give me Winoka.
She's made
her own choice.
My people come to hunt.
I have...
hunters
all around.
I set fires...
hunter become warrior.
That'll have to
be up to you.
Manso.
You have been
good,
kind to me.
But--
MANSO:
Speak your own tongue.
I speak the tongue
of my people.
Cheyenne are your people.
WINOKA:
I love Cheyenne.
All of them.
But look at the others.
I am like them.
I...
see only men, Winoka.
Am I...
not a man?
The finest,
bravest.
But these are
my own kind.
It is not for you to decide.
I take Winoka.
She stays here, Manso.
( slow, tense theme playing )
I want two men guarding
the girl at all times.
Break out the rifles,
plenty of ammunition.
Alrighty.
BECKSTROM:
Still think we ought to
be fired, Mr. Favor?
Get your money,
get out.
Boss, will you
listen to me a minute?
That girl ain't even sure
she wants to go with us.
I know you think
you're right about this,
but this could be the means
of us all getting wiped out.
Well, let's
hope not.
With the odds the way they are,
what else can we expect?
You can't fight
every battle
with the odds
in your favor, Pete.
It'll take Manso
a while
to get his braves
together.
We'll get out first thing
in the morning.
( ominous theme playing )
( cattle mooing )
Ah. Good morning,
old Quince.
How you feel
this morning?
Sleepy.
Quince.
Yeah.
Wake up the girl. Tell her
it's time for breakfast.
Sure, boss.
Morning, Mr. Favor.
How do you feel
this morning?
Fine. Thanks, Wish.
Ah, some good
hot coffee,
that's what you need.
( intense theme playing )
She's gone, Mr. Favor.
Gone?
I don't know how
she got away
without us
knowing it.
Lived with the Indians,
didn't she?
Well, why would she do
a thing like that?
Maybe went back
to the Cheyenne.
Probably figured she was making
too much trouble for us.
She could get real lost
in this country.
Yeah. Get the horses
saddled.
Tell Pete.
Yes, sir.
( gentle theme playing )
( ominous theme playing )
( horse
neighs )
You got no business
out here alone.
From now on, I'm
gonna take care of you.
Please...let me go.
I go back, Manso will not
attack Mr. Favor.
Please...don't
stop me now.
Please.
Let $8,000 go?
After all this time?
Not a chance.
Come on. You're money
in the bank.
( whinnies )
( ominous theme playing )
Company joined her
here.
Five or six
of 'em.
Horses are
all shod,
so they ain't
Cheyenne.
Yeah, Beckstrom
and the others.
SCARLET:
Mr. Favor.
What do you want,
Scarlet?
I left 'em,
Mr. Favor.
I don't want any part
of Daggett's play.
Daggett?
Him and Houk
was camped
at the watering hole
we came to.
We joined up.
I didn't think it was wrong.
But I do now.
How's the girl?
Daggett's acting like
he owns her.
Acting like he's gonna
take his own good time
getting her back
to her folks.
You want to show us
where they are?
I can show you where
they was when I left.
( dramatic theme playing )
Ah, it's no good, boss.
Ever since we crossed
that loose sand back there,
where the tracks blowed away,
I've been guessing.
Scarlet?
I don't know.
I didn't think it would be
too hard to trace 'em
from the spot
I lead you to.
There's something
that ain't hard to trace.
( dramatic drumbeat theme
playing )
Looks like
your Cheyenne friend
is calling in his braves.
Pete, you and the others
get on back to the herd.
What about you?
I'm chasing down
that smoke signal.
Well, good luck.
Nah-toh.
You come to give back Winoka?
No.
You come
to die?
I come for help.
Help?
Winoka's gone.
Bounty hunters
have her.
Your people are all around.
I figure you have the best
chance of finding her.
They...
are the same man
who beat me.
The same.
And there's more men with them.
( speaking in Cheyenne dialect )
Come.
( dramatic theme playing )
My men find them.
How are you so sure?
See flash? There.
Other there.
What we look for is between.
( horse snorts )
How long before
your people come?
Maybe little time.
Maybe...more.
That may be
too late.
I'm going in.
You not wise
when you not kill them.
You not wise now.
Go before my hunters come.
HOUK:
Hold it!
We seen you
all the way.
Get their guns.
Visitors, huh?
You come together?
We've come to
get you.
You might be something
as a trail boss, Favor,
but you weren't
smart coming here.
You and your friend probably
got others coming,
so we're not gonna hang around.
And we can't be
bothered with you.
( gunshot )
I guess I...
had enough
of him, Mr. Favor.
'Course I know that don't
go against
my not listening
to you
against my walking out
on you.
Not
good fight.
Not good.
( ominous theme playing )
You're not gonna hand us over
to them, are you, Mr. Favor?
You kn-- You know what
they'll do to us.
You want us
punished,
hand us over
to the law.
The white man's law.
You turn 'em loose unarmed,
they...can't do any harm.
Go.
Oh, Teddy.
I'm a little shorthanded.
Uh, you can come along
with me, if you want.
Thanks, Mr. Favor.
( gentle theme playing )
Manso, um...
you take real
good care of her.
You tell my family
I'm alive.
I'm thinking
of them.
But maybe not
tell 'em where I am.
( dramatic theme playing )
( cattle mooing )
( men whistling, yelling )
Hey, Quince.
You lose the herd?
Lookie yonder.
( gentle theme playing )
Winoka.
Manso say I come with you.
He want what best for me.
Maybe best for
Cheyenne people too.
They no longer alone
on the prairie.
White men come in
like waters in the spring flood.
Maybe no more Cheyenne law.
Like so many
Cheyenne warriors...
gone.
Manso say
he send others later.
Manso's a wise man.
Fine and brave man.
I was to be
his bride in fall.
You want to ride with me?
I would like to.
( dramatic theme playing )
( cattle mooing )
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' ♪
Hyah!
( whip cracks )
Hyah!
( whip cracks )
♪ Rawhide! ♪
Hyah!
( whip cracks )
Hyah!
( whip cracks )
♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪