Rawhide (1959–1965): Season 2, Episode 15 - Incident of the Devil and His Due - full transcript

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 )

( upbeat western theme playing )

FAVOR:
The cowhand's hat
is the first thing he puts on

when he gets up,

and the last thing he takes off
when he beds down.

In summer, the wide brim
shades his eyes from the sun.

In winter,
he pulls the brim down,

ties it over his ears
to avoid frostbite.

He uses the crown as a bucket,

and the brim as a drinkin' cup.

That's why a cowhand will get
the best hat he can.

'Cause it's got to serve
a dozen purposes

its maker never dreamed of.

The same thing goes for the men
wearin' the hats.

I know. I'm Gil Favor.

Trail boss.

I rode both ways
for about five miles.

What did you find?

Nothing but hills,
and no way around 'em.

This, uh, is the shortcut?

The one you said would
lop off three days.

Well, we did save
about two days, until--

Uh-huh.

ROWDY:
Well, those hills would be fine
for mountain goats.

The only trouble is--

We're not herdin' goats.

You heard that, huh?

Any towns near here?

The trail map says Mesa's

about two hours ride
down the flat.

It'll graze the herd.

Keep looking for a way
through though.

I'll ask around in Mesa.

( ominous theme playing )

Whoa. Whoa.

What're we gonna do now?

Must be a livery stable
in town.

Yeah, and a sheriff.

I'm thinking of Sam Burton.

Anybody remember him?

It's been about
ten years.

Maybe he won't remember us.

Well, maybe he won't want to,
but he will.

His spread ain't more
than a mile down the road.

I heard you ride up.

You're welcome to--

Maury was afraid
you mightn't remember us.

I remember you, Gaff.

Is your wife with you,
and the boy?

They're here.

Boy'd be about, uh, 16 now,
wouldn't he?

That's right.

Where is he?

Boy's in Mesa with his mother.

They're shopping.

I ain't got no money, Gaff.

I get along,
that's just about all.

Oh, we don't want
any money, Sam.

That's what we want.

I only got one saddle horse.

One's all we need.

Maury.

Why'd you come here?

GAFF:
Maury's horse is lame.

Lame horse can't keep up
with a stagecoach, can it, Sam?

But that's not what you
wanted to know, is it?

I'm sorry to hear you're not
doing too well, Sam.

I'm satisfied.

You could do a lot better.

A lot better, Sam.

Twice a week, that San Antone
stagecoach comes through Mesa.

It don't carry nothing
but passengers.

True, but what do
the passengers carry?

Horse is ready.

Sam isn't.

You got my horse.

Now, why don't you
get outta here?

Sam.

When we rode in here

and let you take
a look at us,

that minute,

you're either gonna
join up with us,

or die.

I can't do you no good.

GAFF:
Of course you can, Sam.

You always thought fast
when things got rough.

Your house would make
a nice safe place to hole up,

after we got
what we' re after.

No.

No, my kid don't know
what I used to be.

Ah, don't get excited, Sam.

Maury's a little emotional.

He didn't really mean
what he said.

Did you, Maury?

No.

I'm very fond of you, Sam.

You were an honest outlaw
back in the old days.

I could trust you.

And somehow I--

I feel that I can trust you now.

Don't worry.

I won't tell anyone about you.

No, Sam, you won't.

( gunshot )

( horse galloping )

The barn.

( dramatic theme playing )

( horse whinnies )

It won't do any good.

Sam!

Who was he?

( woman sobbing )
My father.

He was already dead
when I got here.

Somebody else,
they came from behind me.

You better look after her.

You gonna shoot us too?

Ma'am.

Murderer.

SHERIFF:
It's a story, Mr. Favor,

but not a good one.

What would you
have me do?

Improve on the truth
to make a better story?

You ain't believing him,
are ya, Mr. Wilson?

I'm holding him
for trial, son.

He ought to hang.

That's for a jury
to decide.

He didn't wait for a jury
before killing Pa.

You better
take your mother home, boy.

( melancholy theme playing )

We're going home, Ma.

Yes.

Home.

( clicks tongue )

Look, sheriff, I'm--
I'm just a workin' trail boss.

I've got a herd blocked
up in the hills,

two hours ride
north of here.

I, uh, believe it.

You'd be a fool
to lie about anything

as easy to check on as that.

'Course.

The only reason
I came into Mesa

was to see if there was
another pass through the hills.

That's one reason.

Sam Burton could be another.

Well, no.

If I really killed him,

would I be bringing
his family into town?

I don't know.

I ain't paid to know.

Well, you might
try finding out.

Jury will.

When?

Well, soon as the circuit
court judge gets here.

How soon will that be?

He's holding court
up in Anaconda right now.

That's the county seat.

All right.
How soon will he be here?

Well, could be a week,
maybe a month.

Month?
I'd lose the herd.

You'll lose a mighty sight
more than that

if the jury finds you guilty.

But you won't
find it so bad.

Look, sheriff.

Now, you believe
I'm a trail boss.

Why don't you
at least try believing

that maybe
I didn't kill Burton?

Two witnesses,
for one thing.

For another...

Ten years ago,
Sam Burton was an outlaw.

Only his wife and me know that.

Nobody else, not even his son.

What's that got to do with me?

You're a trail boss now.

Can you prove to me
what you were ten years ago,

and where?

Sure, given time.

You're gonna
have the time.

Look, could you at least
notify my men?

You say it's a
two hours ride north?

Sure.

I'll send a man
in the morning.

( ominous theme playing )

Rowdy.
Huh?

What's the matter?

You got a face as long

as a brood mare's tail.

Well, Mr. Favor's been gone
all night.

He should've found
what he was after

and come back by now.

Well, yeah, but--

Look, Rowdy, Mesa's a town,
ain't it?

Yeah.

And a town's full of people,
ain't it?

Yeah, yeah.

Well, taking one thing
with another,

it kinda stands to reason
half of them people'd be women.

Yeah.

Then quit worrying.

Hey, Rowdy.

Found a way through the hills.

Oh, yeah?

Well, what's the matter
with you?

Well, Mr. Favor
ain't back yet.

Well, he can just
catch up with us.

Let's get that herd moving.

We're not gonna move out
till he gets back.

Look, Rowdy.
Mr. Favor's a--

Well, I mean, Mesa's a town--

I know. Mesa's a town,
and it's got people in it,

and half of 'em are women.

( playful theme playing )

( chuckles )

What'd I say wrong?

Well, nothing,
only you said it twice,

except the first time
I said it.

Mr. Wishbone,
look out there.

Morning.

Morning.

Morning.

MAN:
Dan Dooley's the name.

Don't ever sleep
in a livery stable

if you can help it.

Yeah, we'll make
a real effort.

DOOLEY:
A feller named, uh,
Rowdy Yates around?

Yeah, that's me.

Your boss is in jail.

For what?

Murder.

Murder?

Mr. Favor's in jail.

What for?
Murder.

( urgent theme playing )

Where do you think
you're going?

Mesa.

I said I'm going
in there alone.

Yep. You did.

You men are gonna stay
with the herd.

Understand?

Benton's staying
with the herd.

ROWDY:
I didn't put
Benton in charge.

Maybe you better
tell him.

You men are fired.
All of you.

Rowdy, you can't
keep us out here.

Mr. Favor in jail,
charged with murder.

I said you're fired.

Well, ain't no use
hangin' around a place

where we ain't being paid
to hang around.

Let's go to town.

( upbeat theme playing )

( ominous theme playing )

Careful with that rifle.
It might go off.

It sure will
if you try anything.

I wanna talk to
one of your passengers.

Ride after us
till we get to Mesa.

I'll talk to
that passenger here.

Sorry, mister.

( gunshot )

Everybody out.

Maury, take a look inside.

The driver's bleeding
a little bit, but--

Where's the priest?

Nobody inside.

He's got to be.

I'm not a priest.

I can prove it.

Well, I wouldn't
doubt it, ma'am.

Why, y-you watch your language.

You.

I-I'm a clerk
at the Anaconda Hotel.

I've been a clerk all my life,
ever since I've been--

I can vouch
for Mr. Hooper.

He's already
booked me a room.

And what are you?

The name is Owens.

As for what I am,

well, I'm generally
a bit shy about it.

But as things are...

You mind if I get
something out of it?

Go ahead.

Fifty-two
pieces of paper.

Fascinating pieces,
though.

Put 'em away.

Eddie, go get your horse,
and Maury's.

You find anything up there?

Nothing.

Owens.

Remind me,
the next time we meet,

not to engage you in a
friendly game of cards.

I don't play
a friendly game of cards.

Now, listen here, sheriff.

Now, we don't plan on
goin' up against the law.

We don't plan on tearing
down this place,

rock by rock.

But we will, if you don't
let Mr. Favor go.

Understand?

Sir.

Whoa.

ALL:
Howdy.

Hi, boss.
Hi, boys.

I thought I left you
in charge of the herd.

Well, Benton's in charge.

But I didn't leave
Benton in charge.

Why aren't you all
with the herd?

We been fired.

Fired?

By who?

WISHBONE:
Rowdy.

Well, uh, I told 'em I was
coming in here alone,

and they wouldn't listen to me.

So I fired 'em all.

Well, you ain't never gonna
get to be trail boss

unless you, uh, learn how to
fire a man so he stays fired.

Get on back to the drive.

I'll catch up.

We're not gonna let you
sit in this jail,

just because some
small-town sheriff

made a mistake.

Oh, now.
He didn't make no mistake.

Well, you didn't
kill anybody.

Did ya?

No, of course
I didn't kill nobody.

But there's evidence.
Two witnesses.

Sheriff!

Stagecoach has been held up.

Joe Wendell's wounded
pretty good.

Let me know
what you decide to do

about tearing down the jail.

( all clamoring )

Are you hurt bad?
You all right?

Well?

Well, there were
these ten men, see?

Three.

And-- And they were hollering,

and they were shooting.

One shot was fired.

They were threatening
to rob us, and murder us,

and-- And worse.

All they were looking for
was a priest.

Did they take anything?

We, uh--
We scared 'em off.

They searched the luggage
and took nothing.

WENDELL:
Sheriff.

How you feel, Joe?

Not too bad.

WILSON:
Recognize any of the men?

WENDELL:
Recognized one of the horses.

A sorrel
with a spot on his head,

and a strip on its nose.

That sounds like--
It was.

Sam Burton's.

I don't know whether
that's good for you or bad.

We got better than a half
a hundred horses in our remuda.

I sure wouldn't need
to steal one.

I, uh...

I think you and me had best
ride out to Burton ranch.

Now that they've had the chance
to cool off a bit,

maybe Mrs. Burton
and the boy

will remember more
than they said.

I sure hope so.

How are you, Dan?

All right, Father Owens.

I'm in a bit of a hurry.

The wagon's all
loaded and ready.

Oh, my, you are
in an almighty hurry.

( hiccups )

Is that blasphemy, Father?

I think it'll get by,
and I am in a hurry.

Well, then I won't
be keeping ya.

Except, how safe
are you going to be,

transporting
the buildin' equipment,

and the stained glass
for the church,

and all that money to build it,
all the way to Anaconda?

And-- And don't try telling me
the Lord will look after you.

I hope he will,
and I'm trying to make it

a little easier for him.

Goodbye, Dan.

Goodbye, Father Owens.

There you are.

There you are.

Off you go, Father.

( ominous theme playing )

That's the horse we found
in the barn when we got back.

It's lame.

Explains why the outlaws
stopped here.

Yeah.

His friends.

WILSON:
We don't know that, son.

HAL:
Well, they took Pa's horse,

and left him behind
so Pa wouldn't follow 'em.

The man's a trail boss, Hal.

The man's a murderer.

Mrs. Burton, the holding up
of the stagecoach,

and the swapping of the horses,

creates considerable doubt
as to Mr. Favor's guilt.

Not in my mind.

WILSON:
Now, he's got a herd

of 3,000 head
he's taking north.

I wouldn't feel right
holding him in Mesa for a month.

You mean you're
gonna let him go?

We're following the herd
along toward Anaconda,

where he can get a hearing
before Circuit Judge Evans.

Everybody's worrying
about him.

Nobody's rememberin' Pa.

You wanna see a man hanged

even if he ain't the one
who killed your father?

He is.

Mrs. Burton.

You'll have to go along with us.

Unless you wanna
drop the charges against him.

No.

We can go in my wagon,
Mrs. Burton.

I'll send Dooley out
to take over the ranch.

Well, nothing seems
to matter much anymore.

We'll do as you say,
sheriff.

( melancholy theme playing )

( upbeat western theme playing )

There's a gully up ahead.

It's kinda deep, though.

I figure if we go down
to where it widens out,

we'll lose a
couple hours.

I'll take a look at it.

WILSON:
Mr. Favor.

I can't let you outta my sight.

FAVOR:
Well, come on with me, then.

In a buggy?

Sheriff, I'm going
to Anaconda with ya.

Fortunately, the herd's
goin' in the same direction.

So, uh, while I'm still
with it, I'm trail boss.

I got my job to do.

So have I.

Who's your best hand, Mr. Favor?

Rowdy, here.

Trust him?

When anything happens to me,
he takes over.

Take over.

Young man.

Yeah?

The law says that a deputy,
or his sheriff,

has to keep an accused man
always under guard.

Now, I'm a little long
in the tooth and lame in the leg

to go galloping off
after longhorns.

That's why
I'm gonna deputize you

to watch out
for Mr. Favor there.

Deputize me?

Oh, no. No, no.

He's the boss.

He's also got a serious charge
hanging over his head,

and somebody has to keep
an eye on him at all times.

Nah, sheriff.

You-- You better get yourself
another boy.

All right, in that case,
go get him.

Tell him I'm taking him
back to Mesa

to wait for the circuit judge.

No matter how long it takes.

( tsks )

Well.

Heck, I'll make
a good deputy, sheriff.

Raise your right hand.

Do you swear to perform
the duties and obligations

of a deputy sheriff,

to keep constant watch over
the prisoner assigned to you,

and to deliver him to the duly
constituted authorities

in Anaconda, so help you God?

Yeah, I-- Sure.

Say "I do."

Hm?

Oh, I do.
I do.

All right.

Go get him.

Go on.

Mr. Wilson, you--

You just deputized
one of his own men.

We've been riding
with 25 of his own men.

He'll never
get to Anaconda.

If Mr. Favor wants to, Hal,

not only he
won't get to Anaconda,

you and I won't either.

Sheriff, witnesses.
We're all in his hands.

You did that deliberate.

That's right.

Well, it sounds like
you believe he's innocent.

What I believe don't go
in a court of law,

but I do believe so.

See how his men respect him?

I also seen him
kill my father.

Keep your voice down.

Let her sleep.

Sleeping, she'll forget.

I ain't gonna forget.

( clicks tongue )

Ride back and tell them
to slow down the herd.

I don't want 'em
bunching up here.

Aw, sure.

Hey, Quince.

I told you to do it.

Well, can't do that, boss.

That was an order.

Yeah, well, as-- As a cowhand
I'd have to obey that order,

but as a deputy sheriff,
can't do it.

Quince,

why don't you ride back,

and tell 'em
to slow up the herd, huh?

You're throwing a blond shadow
tonight, Mr. Favor.

Mr. Favor,
you haven't got but half.

Well, what'll you have tonight,
Mr. Deputy?

Stew or stew?

Ah, let's see.
Uh, I believe I'll have stew.

Well, that's fine.

( sighs )

Thanks.

Now, you sit here and keep
that tin star of yours shiny.

I'm gonna go
get something to eat.

Some idiot come along
and took mine.

Oh, really?

Say, Wish, you, uh,
better make that another one.

Now, I'm just going over
to the buggy there

to talk to the boy.

You can stay here and watch me.

All right.

Here, you better
have some of this.

Hey, come on.

You can hate me just as good
on a full stomach.

Stay away from me.

Now, look, why would I have
wanted to kill your father?

You can answer that
better than me.

The answer is I didn't.

You're a trail boss.

You got a lot of men
workin' for you.

Got a big herd to look after.

You ride a horse good.
You do your job.

So why couldn't you
let my father alone?

I don't wanna live
as long you keep on livin'.

As long as I keep remembering
that gun in your hand,

and Pa dead at your feet.

Mr. Favor.

Yes, ma'am.

I heard you
talking to Hal.

I don't know
what to think.

Sam's dead.

But what I thought I saw,
doesn't fit with what I see now.

I called you a murderer.

I can't blame you,
Mrs. Burton.

Well, that's not important.

What is--

Mr. Favor, do you know what--?

What Sam was

before we settled at Mesa?

The sheriff told me.

Well, no matter how mad
Hal makes you,

you won't tell him
about his father?

No, of course not.

He'll get over it.

I'm sure he will.

( ominous theme playing )

( light western theme playing )

Well, if it isn't
the cardsharp.

Playing solitaire, at that.

I hardly expected
to see you again.

Well, our, uh,
information was wrong.

The priest wasn't coming
by stagecoach.

Stained glass window here, Gaff.

Stealing church supplies?

Your information
wasn't wrong.

There was no priest
on that stagecoach.

I was on that coach.

GAFF:
Are you a priest?

I am.

Well, now, what do you know?

A lying priest.

Oh, no.

I never denied I was one.

You never asked me.

Well, my name is Gaff.

I'm Father Owens.
Happy to know you.

I, uh, got a strongbox, Gaff.

I'm very happy to know you.

Eddie, give Maury a hand.

Aren't you a little too handy
with cards, Father?

It amuses the children.

Well, under the circumstances,
it amuses me too.

Now that we've
caught up with you.

Gaff,
this thing's locked.

Naturally.

The key, Father.

I don't have the key with me.

You wouldn't want me
to get nasty.

The key's in Anaconda.

Oh, yeah, I almost forgot.

You wouldn't lie.

So the key's in Anaconda.

Shoot the lock off.

( gunshots )

( gunshots )

Hold it.

Get it on my horse.
Quick.

( tense theme playing )

Maury, Eddie,
we've got what we want.

( gunshot )

( gunshot )

( gasps )

( melancholy theme playing )

I've not mentioned
this before, Mr. Favor.

I've had no time to think.

But now, well,
I must go on alone.

Why?

Well, those men took
the strongbox from my wagon.

But the money they were after
wasn't in it.

I still have it.

Well, it seems to me
like the best news

we've had
all day, Father.

By now, they know.

They'll be back.

So? We've got 25 men
against their three.

Do you have
25 murderers?

Father, we've run across
their kind before.

We know how
to handle 'em.

Well, I could use
some sleep.

ALL:
Yeah.

WISHBONE:
I think we all could.

Mr. Favor.

A man died today

because of the money
I'm carrying.

I keep wondering.

Maybe I should have
given them the money.

Well, now,
was it yours to give, Father?

Thank you.
Good night.

Night.

Say, I'm going to sleep.

Yeah.

Right around
that boulder there.

Yeah.

You gonna at least
let me sleep in peace?

Yeah.

Thank you.

( horses trotting )

Well.

That's where the money is.

Surrounded by two or three
thousand head of cattle

and a pack of ignorant cowhands.

We going in after it?

Money's a beautiful
thing, Eddie.

But dead men don't get
any pleasure out of spendin' it.

Gaff.

There's a man that
don't like company.

Yeah, a man we could
perhaps sell.

Who'd buy?

The priest would.

Force him into a choice

between a man's death
and the money.

He'd have no choice.

We got the whole camp awake.

Aw, they're gone.

No use goin' after 'em
in the dark.

Pete, if we went
right by Anaconda with the herd,

how much time would we lose?

Anaconda's about 12 miles
west of trail.

About three days.

Hm.

Now, if we took
Father Owens' wagon right now,

and left for Anaconda,

we'd be there by morning.

Well, that's right,

but how about those jaspers

that are after
the Father's money?

But they wouldn't know the wagon
was gone from the herd

until morning.

How about it, Father?

You game?

Let's go, Mr. Favor.

I'm going with ya.

Won't need you
for this, Rowdy.

Well, I sorta took
an oath on this,

and, well,
you gotta clear yourself.

Besides, you said--

Father, will you
tell the Burtons

we'll be leaving right away?

All right.

Quince, you help
hitch up the horses.

Pete, you keep 'em moving
as fast as you can.

Wait a minute, Boss, do you
have to go through with this?

Just do what I tell you.

I'll catch up with you,

sooner or later.

And what am I supposed to do?

Just keep on cookin'

while they're tryin' you
for life?

That's right.

All right.

But I'm not guaranteeing
the quality of it.

I don't guarantee the hands
will ever know the difference.

I'll see you, Wishbone.

Stubborn sure is
the word for him.

You know it,
Wishbone?

Oh, that remark was entirely
uncalled-for, Pete Nolan.

Mr. Favor
is a very reasonable man.

Except, of course,
when he gets stubborn.

'Fraid this is
a little bit too rocky.

Wagon could bust a wheel on 'em.

We'll have to clear 'em out.

Anything wrong?

It's too rocky for the wagon.

We'll have to clear some out.

You can use another
pair of hands.

Thank you, Father.

Mr. Favor.

There's something
I've got to say to you.

Now.

Before we get to Anaconda.

Yes'm.

I'm not going to testify
against you.

Whatever you think is right.

I think testifying against you
would be wrong.

You're not a killer,
Mr. Favor.

MRS. BURTON:
I've seen enough of those.

All those years
when Sam was...what he was.

What about your son?

Hal's a good boy.

He'll listen to me
once you've gone,

and he doesn't have to remember
seeing you and Sam together.

I hope so.

No wonder he's such a good boy.

He's got
such a good mother.

( sighs )

Well, that just about does it.

Should we get going?

The boy's gone.

Couldn't have gone far.
He was here just a minute ago.

Can't leave without him.

( horses trotting )

No sign of the boy.

Or his rifle.

I can't understand
why he ran away, or where.

He's after you
if that's the kid, boss.

Well, now,
thank you, son.

We might never found
our friends,

if you hadn't have
pointed 'em out.

Now, suppose
we go join 'em, huh?

I suggest you
drop those guns,

if you don't want
him to die.

No, madam.

Please stay
where you are.

Eddie, let the boy go
to his mother.

That's my father's.

It was your father's.

I despise domestic scenes.

Shall we end this one?

Quickly?

Well, Father,
we meet a third time.

And a final one.

You will kindly tell me
where that money is.

At once.

Well, it's here somewhere.

Maury, go collect their guns.

Now, the rest of you:

I want everything
in that wagon

unloaded and opened.

If you force us to do it,
we'll have to kill you first.

Stop wasting time.

Get that window out first.

What's the matter?
That window too heavy?

You boys are needed.

I intend to have
that money, Father.

Now, I realize quite well
you would rather die

before you turn over
church funds to me.

But would you let others die?

They'll have to kill us all
sooner or later, anyway.

Mr. Favor may be right.

But if he's wrong,

do you wanna
take that chance?

The money isn't mine.

All right.

Who'll be first, Father?

The boy
or his mother?

The boy, then.

All right,
Eddie.

No.

Don't tell 'em, Father.

They wouldn't have found you

if I hadn't been shootin'
at Mr. Favor.

HAL:
Sorry, Mr. Favor.

GAFF:
True repentance.

Well, Father?

( praying indistinctly )

All right, Eddie.

I'll tell you
where the money is.

Well, you restore
my faith, Father.

Where is it?

( suspenseful theme playing )

Mr. Favor, I resent you
putting your hands on me.

Further, I have no intention
of being led to the law

like a sheep to a slaughter pen.

You'll have to kill me yourself.

Either you,

or the good Father there.

Well, I didn't think
either of you would.

So if you'll all excuse me--

Wait a minute, Gaff.

Sheriff Wilson deputized me.

I'll kill you.

In cold blood?

Yeah.

All I have to do is remember

that you're the one
who killed Burton.

Well, I'll leave you
to your memory.

Money's safe now,
but where is it?

In the simplest
of all places.

The one place
cunning men like these

would never
think of looking.

( sighs )

Rowdy.

Yeah?

Say, you, uh, were pretty good
as a deputy there.

Ah, well.

Heck, I did the best I could.

Now, let's see
how good you are as a drover.

You can ride back at drag
for the next three days.

( chuckles )

Now, butt that saddle.

( uplifting theme playing )

( Favor laughing )

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' ♪

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

( upbeat theme playing )