Rawhide (1959–1965): Season 2, Episode 17 - Incident of the Tinker's Dam - full transcript

Wishbone buries his brother "alive" to keep Kiowas from killing him for romancing the stony chief's wife. T.J. turns out to be a comical embarrassment: a pot fixer whose customers fight to scalp him for his shoddy tinking, which is his ploy for woman chasing. For years, trail cook Wishy's fellow drovers heard the cook laud his misplaced little brother's prowess as a warrior, politician, you name it. But angering the Kiowa at the moment is deadly serious, because the tribe is divided over signing a treaty. Young braves oppose old Chief Wankawa inking the doc.

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 ♪

♪ Let '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 )

( tranquil theme playing )

( cattle bellowing )

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FAVOR:
It takes three things
to make a trail drive:

cattle, horses and men.

Now, some say two,
because a man without a horse

is no man at all.

There are mornings
when I think a horse

without a man
would be better.

I should know men by now.

But I keep learning.

I'm Gil Favor, trail boss.

Wishbone, you got any wax
for this string?

Yeah, you figuring to ride
into town

to visit my brother
while I look for it?

You can't have
a twin brother.

You just pulling
a scam.

Why don't you tell
the truth, Wishbone?

You're just looking
for an afternoon in town.

Now don't you irritate me,
Rowdy Yates.

It's hard enough for me
to leave the herd,

what with Mushy all tied up
in bandages and slings.

And me not sure

you'll get your supper.

Pete, do you believe
Wishbone has a brother?

It's kind of stretching it
to think the good Lord

would make another one like him
after making his first mistake.

You got a brother,
why can't he come here

and visit you
so we can all meet him?

My brother wrote me
to meet him in Slide Hill.

Now, I don't question it.

Important man like him can't
always figure time enough

to go visiting.

Well, what's so important
about him?

T.J. Wishbone?

Well, now,
that's an important name.

Politics, business, law,
medicine.

You name it
and he's important in it.

Is he, uh, human?

There's not a living thing,
man or beast,

that he's afraid of.

Why, he can outshoot, outride,

outguess any man I ever seen.

That includes me,
even if I do say so.

But, uh...

can he cook as good
as you can?

Well, now,
there was a time--

( gunshot )

( Native Americans whooping)
( gunshot )

( suspenseful theme playing )

FAVOR:
Let those saddles!

( snickers )

Well, he almost made it.

He did have a brother.

Poor Wishbone.

Rowdy,
you, uh, get to Wishbone.

Head him off until I can
break him the news.

All right.

Funny thing: I can't even see
where he's been hit.

You better go on,
bury me anyway.

What'd you say?

I said,
bury me anyway.

Bury you?

If you don't,
they will.

Oh.

Quince,
get some shovels.

You all right?

I'm fine.

But them Indians ain't
gonna leave

till they're sure
I'm dead and buried.

All right.

We'll, uh, put him over
under there, under those trees.

WISHBONE:
T.J.!

Wishbone!

That's my brother, Mr. Favor!

That's my twin brother
I haven't seen in six years!

Who killed him, Mr. Favor!?
Show him.

Listen to me,
will you, Wishbone!?

Who killed my brother,
Mr. Favor?

Show him to me!

I ain't dead,
they're just burying me.

Is that really him speaking,
Mr. Favor?
That's right.

Now, turn your back
afore the Indians see you.

( suspenseful theme playing )

Wishbone, duck your face
and come around here

so the Indians
can't see you.

Would you say
a few words, Wish?

Who, me?

Oh, what can I say?

He's always a good brother,
a good man.

Never did a willful wrong,

lived his life upright
and decent.

I don't know
what to say.

Why don't you just say that?

You'd better keep talking,
he's still up there.

I don't what to say.

Tell 'em how good-looking I am.

Well, we was always
good-looking.

Both of us.

Tell 'em about my character.

Like I was saying, Lord,

he was a good man.

Everybody liked him.

And he could ride a horse
like nothing you ever saw.

He was always good to women

and children
and widows and--

Especially widows.

And fast on the draw.

Oh, Lord,
how he could draw.

But only in the cause
of righteousness.

Are they still there,
Mr. Favor?

Yeah.

You better start shoveling.
They'll never leave.

All right.
Spade him in.

And, uh, bless this drive,
O Lord.

You don't have to do it
like you mean it!

( dramatic theme playing )

( all whooping )

WISHBONE:
Are they gone, Mr. Favor?

Oh, all clear.

Well, now that we've buried you,
little brother,

maybe you could tell us
what this is all about.

Well, I-- I was visiting
those Indians

and plying my trade. Heh.

Plying your trade?

A lawyer's no tradesman.

Statesmen don't
have a trade.

You got a trade?

I'm a tinker.

A tinker?

Sure.

Didn't you hear my horse

a-clanging when I rode in?

I'm a tinker.

Important in politics,
business and law.

Well, if he's a tinker,

you can be sure
he's the best tinker

you'll ever run into.

That seem to be
an unlikely trade

to be plying
among the Indians.

Oh, well, a lot of Indians
nowadays have iron pots

and pans.

Sometimes I'll fix a gun,

an old wolfer's trap.

It makes a nice change.

You know, a lot of Indians
nowadays are real friendly

and hospitable.

Yeah,
it was mighty well hospitable

the way they was chasing you.

( chuckles )

Well, you see,
little brother,

the chief's sister wanted me
to marry her.

( laughs )

And prettier than
Pocahontas too, I'll bet.

Oh, you lose, little brother.

Why, she was older
than that hill

and not a tooth in her head.

( playful theme playing )

Well, I'll still bet,
knowing how modest you are.

( tranquil theme playing )

( cow bellows )

I wrapped all your stuff
in burlap

so as not to signal
them Indians.

And...you'll be
needing this.

Why, thank you kindly,
little brother.

Seems like we ain't hardly
had time to visit at all,

little brother.

You still ain't told me

what you been doing
all these years.

Oh, this and that,
one thing or another.

You know how it goes.

Hey, T.J., we'd be glad to have
you go along with us for a bit.

Why, that's right nice of you,
Mr. Favor,

but like I was saying
to little brother,

I'm kind of pressed for time.

There's a-- There's a widow lady
up near Slide Hill.

She looks for me
about this time of year

to get her pots in shape
for a big party

she always gives
on her birthday.

I can't rightly
disappoint her.

Well, a day or two wouldn't
put her off that long.

Oh, she's a colonel's widow,
Mr. Favor.

You can't keep
a colonel's widow waiting.

( laughs )

He's just been waiting
for it to get dark,

in case any of them Indians
are around.

When am I gonna
see you again?

Oh, you'll know when I'm
in the neighborhood again.

Too bad he couldn't
stay around.

It was nice meeting him,
Wishbone,

but there's something
I don't understand.

If he's as good
as you say he is,

why is he a tinker?

Because he wants to be a tinker.

Uh, I wasn't properly introduced
to him, Wish.

Uh, what'd you say
his name was?

People call him "T.J."

T.J.

Well, wha--?
What do you call him?

I call him
"little brother."

Same as he calls me.

( dramatic theme playing )

He eats nothing,
Chie, my son.

So much the better.

We bring good news,
Chie.

You have not brought
the mender of pots?

He is dead.

You kill him?

Even as he stumbled
into the camp of trail drivers.

You speak like a fool,
Hansho.

How do you know
he was dead?

Did you go into the camp
of the trail drivers?

If Hansho speaks like a fool,
it is perhaps

because the great Chie
takes him for a fool.

We watched the camp
of the white men

until they dug a grave
and buried the mender of pots.

CHIE:
Kaiwie.

You saw this too?

Yes, I saw,
my brother.

Did he speak to these men
before he died?

He could not.

He fell from his horse
as I shot him.

And when these men
turned his body over,

their leader sent at once
for men to dig a grave.

These men, which way do they go
with their cattle?

To the north.

They follow the trail
they call Sedalia.

It would be well to watch,

so long as they remain
in the valley.

Kaiwie.

Yes, my brother.

Kaiwie, watch them.

Should they change
their course,

ride to their leader
and tell him

Chie will not allow him
on the west slope

of Mount Hannah.

Tell him it is a sacred time

for the tribes
of the west slope.

We want no small skirmishes.

When the trouble comes,
it must be great trouble.

Go, Kaiwie.

Yes, brother.

( dramatic theme playing )

Does the morning sun
find you well?

You mock me, Chie.

Mock the great Wankawa?

No.

I am concerned
because you refuse food.

Play no more of these games
with me, Chie.

I grow weary
of your childishness.

You think the mender of pots
will come and rescue you?

He is dead, Wankawa.

Hansho and ten others saw him
placed in his grave.

It does not matter
what words he spoke with you

when he found the way
to your tepee.

For he talked to no one
before he was killed.

It saddens me that others died
because of me.

Why don't you kill me
and finish it?

Kill you?

Kill Wankawa?

You think I wish
to destroy myself?

You will kill me, Chie.

One way or another.

Those who cry for treaty
and peace cannot blame me

if you starve to death.

( cattle bellowing )

( suspenseful theme playing )

( drovers hooting
and hollering )

( metal rattling )

WOMAN:
Come back!

Mr. Wishbone, come back!

Come back!

Whoa.

Looks like you got company
again, Wishbone.

Your brother's back.

Little brother!

Somebody chasing you again,
little brother?

It's that widow woman.

Let me get in the wagon
till she's gone.

Well, she's bound
to know you're here.

Now-- Now, you know
you can't hide from a woman.

You might as well stay
and face up to it.

Mr. Wishbone.

Yes, ma'am.

Don't tell me
there are two of you.

Which one of you
calls himself a tinker?

It's me, ma'am.

Do you call that
an honest morning's work?

Don't look
like it's been mended.

And this.

And this.

Well, I'm sure my brother
can explain, ma'am.

I paid him $3 to fix them.

And when I got back,
he was gone

and every one of them
leaking just as bad as before.

Oh, I-I'm sorry, ma'am,

but I thought
I mended them real good.

What kind of a tinker
are you, anyway?

I'd be real happy
to return your money, ma'am.

You said $3.

Uh, and one more
for the strain on your horse.

Well, all right.

I want to apologize
for my brother,

ma'am.

I don't know what made him
treat you like that.

But I mean
to find out.

Especially, such a fine figure
of a woman as you are.

It's too bad you weren't
the one to take up tinkering.

( chuckles )

You lead an interesting life,
little brother.

I'll pay you back the $3 as soon
as I get strength enough

to open my ware bag.

Well, I hope you find
the strength

to explain
a few other things.

Seeing as how you're not
a tinker,

just what are you,
little brother?

Now now, little brother.

You never saw such
a tuckered out man as I am.

Well, all right,
get in the wagon

and I'll call you
for supper.

Thanks, little brother.

There's a spring on the other
side of the valley, Wishbone.

Mr. Favor says, taste this.

See if you have to refill
your water barrel.

Iron.

Tell him we're not hard-pressed
enough to worry about it.

Do you always have Indians
in your crew?

Indian?
He's not an Indian.

He's a drover.

An Indian's an Indian.

Well, way Mr. Favor sees it,
a drover's a drover.

Besides,
we not only got one Indian,

we got two.

Blue Deer and Fleet Foot.
Hard to find two better men.

Get over there.

T.J.

Fixing to ride on,
or you want me tie

your horse
to the chuck wagon?

He's staying
till he gets a little sleep

and a few meals under him.

( drovers whistling
and hollering )

♪ Buffalo gal ♪

♪ Won't you come out tonight? ♪

♪ Come out tonight?
Come out tonight? ♪

♪ Buffalo gal... ♪
Mr. Wishbone,

he snores just like you.

Yes, and if you wake him up,
you'll answer to me.

He mighty well needs his sleep.

And I mean to see he gets it.

♪ Buffalo gal ♪

♪ Won't you come out tonight? ♪

Whoa!

Hey, Wish, when I was riding in
I found a patch of wild onions

just over that rise.

And while you were riding in,
making this great discovery,

it didn't occur to you to stop

and pick up a few?

Well, when I'm cook, I will.

Well, I suppose
the men are entitled

to a little flavoring
in their stew.

Nothing like onions.

Come on, let's get 'em.

( ominous theme playing )

( brake clicks )

Silence!

( horse snorts )

WISHBONE:
Oh!

Stop!

WISHBONE:
Stop!

Stop!

( Wishbone panting )

All right! Stop!

( panting )

Would you like to ride,
gray beard?

Tell me what you said
to the leader of the herd

and you shall ride.

I said to him?

Perhaps you would like
to be buried again.

Who the Indian buries,
stays buried.

You got the wrong man.

He's back there,
dead and buried like you said.

You're like all white men,

you think it is easy
to fool red man.

( grunts )

( grunts )

Chie will know
how to make you talk.

( horse whinnies )

( gunshot )

( gunshot )

Hyah!

( gunshot )

It's over that way.

I sent Wishbone over there
to pick some wild onions.

( gunshot )

( screams )

Oh, my...

Hyah!

Oh, my...

Are you all right,
little brother?

I'm all right.

How's Mushy?

You all right?

Who killed the Indian?

Mushy did.

And I do appreciate it.

Thanks.

But why didn't you let

my little brother
come after me?

Well, but, Mr. Wishbone,

you told me not to wake him up
for anything.

Oh...

Were there other Indians around,
little brother?

Only talked about taking me
to somebody named Chie,

but the way he said it,

I don't figure
he meant anybody close by.

At least not right handy.

You know, little brother,
he thought I was you.

What do you know
about these Indians, Pete?

Nothing special.

But I know there are
a lot healthier things to do

than kill Indians
when you're in Indian territory.

Pass the word, I want everyone
alerted for trouble.

Double the guard
on night watch.

Add a couple extra men
on drag now.

Right.

Rowdy, you see
that he gets buried,

then run some cattle
through here.

They'll wipe out
the marks of the grave.

Right.

Come on.

( cattle bellowing )

( harmonica playing
upbeat music )

Tell me, little brother,
what kind of trouble are you in?

You know as much about it
as I do, little brother.

You still want me to believe
they sent near a dozen Indians

after you all on account
of that chief's sister?

You know how Indians are.

They've got different ideas
than we have about some things.

Now that Indian thought
I was you.

He didn't say anything
about any chief's sister.

All he wanted to know was
what I, meaning you,

told Mr. Favor.

Now, what did he think that I,
meaning you,

could have told Mr. Favor?

Believe me, little brother,
if I had anything to tell ya,

I'd tell you.

Do this.

Well, here it is, Wish.
Just where Mushy said it was.

Well, you're
a pretty good barber, T.J.

Yeah, according to Wishbone,

there's nothing
you're not good at.

Now, there's not one thing
that I told you

about my little brother
that isn't true, Rowdy Yates.

( suspenseful theme playing )

Hey, Pete.

What you make of that?
War party?

I don't know.

Well, if it was a war party,
it ain't anymore.

It might be comforting to have
the Army around

for a few days, Mr. Favor.

I'd be glad to go up
and talk to 'em, if you like.

I was in the Army
myself once.

Might even be
some old friends of mine

in that detail.

Obliged to you, T.J.

MAN:
Prepare to dismount!

See there?

I told you he knew
important people.

WISHBONE:
Like I said,
his friends.

MAN:
Dismount!

Yeah, friends.

MAN:
Hold your horses!
Corporal!

CORPORAL:
Yes, sir.

I'm Sergeant Gregory,
D Company, 4th Cavalry.

Gil Favor.

Well, looks like
the cavalry come

just in the nick
of time again.

I think that was just
a hunting party,

this hour of day.

But if you do
have any trouble,

you'll have that idiot tinker
to thank for it.

Well, now, excuse me,
sergeant,

but that's not a way
to talk about an ex-Army man

who--
You must be his brother.

I am.

And you can be sure
when he was in the Army

he distinguished himself

in a position
of importance.

Don't, little brother.

Oh, he distinguished
himself all right.

By being drummed
out of the Army.

Mister, wherever he is,
there's trouble.

He goes around fooling
with the Indians

and the first thing you know
we got a war on our hands.

I ain't surprised to see him
around at a time like this.

We've been pushing the herd

and ain't had time
for the local gossip.

What do you mean,
"a time like this"?

You don't know about Wankawa?

This is our first time through
this territory, sergeant.

The Indians look up to him
the way we look up to a saint.

He brought the northern/southern
tribes together

for the first time
in ten years.

This Wankawa was supposed
to sign a peace treaty

for them with the Army.

But he disappeared.

Change his mind?

Headquarters don't think so.

Got a bunch of hotheads
against him.

Young bucks with nothing
in their heads

but earning a coup.

Showing off.

Now, we think
they have Wankawa hid out

so that he can't sign
that peace treaty.

Well, instead of being mad
at my poor brother,

who never meant any harm,
why don't you go out

and rescue this Wankawa?

Even if we knew where he was,
we wouldn't be able to go in.

That's just what
they're waiting for.

When Chie spots us coming
he'll kill Wankawa.

Put up a token fight and tell
the tribes we killed him.

It'll be another ten years
before anyone can get them

to talk peace again.

All right, corporal,
mount up the men.

Yes, sir.

CORPORAL:
Prepare to mount!

Mount!

You better pray that we get
that treaty signed.

Or there won't be any trail
that's safe.

Not Sedalia, not Chisolm,

not Goodnight,
not any of it.

Good luck to you.

( dramatic theme playing )

SERGEANT:
D out!

Cheer up, Wish.

It ain't your fault
your brother's the way he is.

Look, Wishbone, we--

We don't hold it
against you

if your brother isn't all
he said he was.

You got to admit,

he had a right
to be sore at him.

My brother's too honorable
to contradict the Army.

You don't have
to keep defending him, Wish.

We like you the way you are,
not the way your brother ain't.

As a matter of fact, heh,

we like you
in spite of what he is.

Oh, I know you mean well,
but you all got six left hands

when it comes to saying
something nice to a person.

Besides, you're all wrong
about my brother.

You ain't seen him
break a horse yet.

Or play a hand of poker.

( dramatic theme playing )

( drovers hooting
and hollering )

Beat that.

How 'bout a hand, boss?

You know I don't like to play
with any of you, Pete.

If I win from you,

just as if you were working
for me for nothing.

Might look better
to the Indians

if you sat in,
Mr. Favor.

If there are any
out there.

Well, if you don't mind
working for nothing.

ROWDY:
What about you, T.J.?

When you gonna sit in?

Me? I'm gonna wait
and play the winner.

Well, you got
to wait no more.

They picked me clean.

ROWDY:
You can deal.

Little brother,
could you lend me $20?

Well...sure.

Bet 10.

Little brother, uh,
lend me another 20.

Well...

Go on, Wishbone.

You claim he's a better
poker player than you anyway.

Yeah, what do you got
to lose?

WISHBONE:
You wanna lend it to him,
you do it.

I'm sorry,
little brother,

I'm just not fixed to hold out
against the whole mint.

You wanted 20?

Thank you, Mr. Favor.

And I'm just gonna have
to raise you.

Just call with, uh,
three hooks.

Beats me.

That's enough
for me.

Well, next time
you wanna borrow money,

you borrow it from me.

Mr. Favor,

here's a deed to a small ranch
in Missouri.

Oh, forget it, T.J.

I'd take it kindly if you'd hold
this deed for security

till I can repay you
the loan.

I said to forget it.

Will this cover it,
Mr. Favor?

( mysterious theme playing )

Yeah.

Yeah, that'd cover it
just fine.

Thank you, sir.

I'm sorry, Mr. Favor.

Oh, don't apologize
for your brother, Wish.

He'd make a better poker player
than you and me put together.

Pete.

There's enough moon out,

turn the herd west.

Sedalia's north, boss.

Yeah, I know.
We'll go west.

Fifty miles, uh,
out of our way, in the dark,

over country I haven't
even scouted yet?

Heh. There's no reason
for it.

Oh, you, all of a sudden,

making up the reasons
for things?

Well, why not just have us
go all the way to California

while we're at it?

When I decide that's best,
we will.

( cattle bellowing )

( suspenseful theme playing )

You're the leader.

My chief sends you
a message:

the trail to Missouri
is to the east.

You must take your herd
that way.

The grazing's better here.

The west slope
of Mount Hannah is sacred.

It is forbidden.

You are to take
your cows to the east.

Anything else?

You are to give us
the mender of pots.

You tell your chief
I won't be able

to do either of the things

he asks.

Chie expected
such a refusal.

He gives you one hour
to change your mind.

Boss.

Hour's a long time.

Tell your chief I wouldn't want
to be wasting it

changing my mind.

I will tell him.

He is a man
who can enjoy a joke.

You'll have to do
what he asks, Mr. Favor.

FAVOR:
Give you over
to the Indians?

T.J.:
You agreed to help me.

I didn't agree
to let you kill yourself.

Well, what kind of trouble
is my brother fixing

to cook up for us now?

Go away, little brother.
Go fix breakfast.

Can't you see Mr. Favor
and I are having a private talk?

Well, there's nothing private
about getting yourself killed.

Now, what's going on,
Mr. Favor?

Why are you and T.J. having
a private and serious talk?

Well, you know darn well,

in spite of all
I bragged about him,

uh, T.J. ain't--

Well, just can't always
be counted on.

Do what your brother says,
Wishbone.

Now, I can't order you to do
what's gotta be done.

You can't keep me
from doing my chores.

What's to be gained

by your getting tortured
and killed?

Like I said, Mr. Favor,
it's up to you

whether you help me,
my way or not.

But you'll have to shoot me
to keep me from going.

( hooves clopping )

FAVOR:
Wishbone!
Where you going!?

Little brother!

( dramatic theme playing )

T.J.:
Well, he settled our argument,
Mr. Favor.

And we won't get him back
unless you do what you promised

when I was going, instead of--

Instead of that jasper brother
of mine.

Pete. Rowdy.

You start turning
the herd east.

Well, what are you gonna do,
let 'em keep Wishbone?

No, I'll need ten volunteers
to come with me after Wish.

What, to help Wishbone?
The only trouble you'll have

is getting volunteers
to stay with the herd.

I don't suppose you'd take me
with you, would you, Mr. Favor?

Uh, Mr. Wishbone,
he's kind of special to me.

All right,
grab your horse.

Pete, you and Rowdy will be
short-handed,

but I don't expect
the Indians to bother you here.

Let's go!

( tense theme playing )

CHIE:
Answer me, old fool!

He cannot hear you.

( grunts )

You still refuse to tell us
what you know?

( sighs )

I'll make a deal with you.

You tell me
what I'm supposed to know,

and I'll tell it
back to ya.

He is no use to us.

Kill him.

Cut him down.

My brother Chie grows soft.

The time has come for us
to kill Wankawa.

The bearded one will
be found dead beside him,

and the tribes will know
that the white man killed

their beloved chief.

The great Chie has wisdom.

( suspenseful theme playing )

( imitating birdsong )

Hansho,
get the mender of pots.

If it's a trap, let him be
the one caught in it.

Up, old man!

The bearded one cannot walk
any straighter than he can talk.

Your friend Wankawa,
he's in that tepee.

Go and meet him.

( suspenseful theme playing )

( cocks )

Mr. Favor.

Oh, hello, Wish.

I'm sure glad to see you,
but I wish you weren't here.

Whew. That place sure could
stand an airing out.

But, Mr. Favor,
I didn't come alone.

Huh?
I didn't--

FAVOR:
Oh.

Where is Wankawa?

Wankawa.

Some of my men are seeing

that he safely gets
to Fort Liberty.

He's got to sign
a peace treaty there.

Hansho.

( grunts )

There's no one here.

Why did you remain behind?

Are you such a fool?

No, not quite such a fool.

No, I come to get my cook,

but of course
I didn't come alone.

Thomas Jefferson!

Throw down your weapons!

( action theme playing )

MAN:
Halt!

Dress up!

Far corner to the rear!

Dismount!

Skirmishers. Dress up!

Throw down your weapons.

Hyah!

( Chie grunts )

Did you see that, Mr. Favor?

He's even better
than I said he was,

and not one of that mangy crew
here to see

that everything I said
about him was true.

Are you all right, sir?

Tie him up.

I promised I'd deliver him
to General Wingate.

Mount up the men, sergeant.

Yes, sir!

Where'd you get
that uniform?

At the fort, when I picked up
the detail.

Little brother,
don't you realize

what the punishment is
for impersonating an officer?

Congratulations,
captain.

It all worked out,
just like you figured it.

Captain?

You mean... You mean,
them bars are real?

Of course.

Captain Thomas Jefferson
Wishbone.

Company D,
4th Cavalry.

That's right,
little brother.

Mr. Favor,
I'd be obliged to you

if you wouldn't mention
to the men

that you heard me say
what the meaning

of T.J.'s initials is.

Oh, you're afraid
if they find out

what, uh, T.J. stands for,
they might figure out

that your initials, G.W.,
stand for, uh,

George Washington?
( sighs )

Now, you don't know that
for certain.

You're just guessing.

Now why couldn't you have acted
like that back at the herd

instead of making me out
a bragging fool?

It was those Indian drovers
you carry along with you.

They could have been Chie's men,

whether you believed in 'em
or not.

Well, maybe that gives you
reason to act like an idiot,

but it don't give the Army
no call to come in

and humiliate you
the way they did.

It was the only way
they could get my orders to me.

Well, it looks like you got
an answer for everything.

Well, any man's that's gotta
pull himself up in the world

by the seat of his pants
the way you did,

if you got yourself
a little spread,

I don't see why you have
to lose it

just because you can't play
poker the way you think you can.

So,

Mr. Favor, if you'd give him
back his deed,

well, you can take
what he owes you

out of my wages.

It wasn't a deed, Wish.

It was the captain's
military orders.

That's how I knew
what needed to be done.

Oh.

Well, you coming back
to the herd

so I can show the men
I wasn't lying about you?

I'd sure like to,
little brother,

but I'm on duty.

Thanks again, Mr. Favor.

Lead out.

Lead out!

( dramatic theme playing )

Little brother.

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 ♪

♪ Let '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' ♪