Rawhide (1959–1965): Season 2, Episode 2 - Incident of the Roman Candles - full transcript
While on night duty Pete and Jim see fireworks in the sky. They trace it to young David Colby shooting roman candles by himself. Once they prove they mean David no harm, he tells them Indians killed his folks and burned their farm with David escaping the burning barn. He had started out alone to Eberley to find his uncle. The drovers become attached to the young boy showering him with attention and gifts. Favor goes along with it but he has misgivings about the boy's story - especially the part about Indians. Favor and Pete take David to Eberley where the long time Sheriff tells them there is no Colby there. Favor takes the boy back toward camp but stops, cuts a switch, and tells David he wants the truth. He says he is looking for his dad a bounty hunter. Favor sends Pete to return him home which Pete does but not before David tries to run again saying Pete wants to kill his dad. At David's home Pete walks into the hands of three outlaws. The leader wants revenge for being kneecapped by Sam Colby. The outlaws, David, his mother, his grandpa, and Pete wait for Sam to arrive and be ambushed.
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)
(western theme playing)
GIL: On a trail drive, a man
can find the things he wants:
a sense of God's good earth,
the room to move
in, a job to be done.
Of course, there's not
always enough water,
and you can't always
choose your own company.
There's some that say
that's all that's wrong with hell.
It's up to me to
handle good and bad.
I'm Gil Favor, trail boss.
(coyote howling)
That's him.
He sure is a
lonely-sounding cuss.
Yeah, he's gonna
be a lot lonelier.
Come on, let's flush him out.
(quiet theme playing)
Did I see what I thought I saw?
You must've.
I'm seein' it too.
Indians don't have
things like that.
What do you figure? Don't know.
Whoever is firing 'em off
ain't doin' it for a celebration.
Not out here in the
middle of nowhere.
Maybe somebody's in trouble.
Let's see.
(fireworks popping)
You stay away from
me, mister, or I'll light it.
Nothin' to be afraid of, boy.
We're just a couple of drovers.
Where's your cattle?
They're bedded down back there.
We're lookin' for a coyote.
Did you hear one a while back?
I guess you scared him away.
That's what I meant to do.
Now, I mean it,
mister. I'll light it.
You're the one
who will get hurt.
Not if I throw it, I won't.
You run away from home?
Askin' questions to
strangers around here, mister,
will just get you into trouble.
(neighs)
Give me it.
(whinnying)
(grunting)
You gotta be careful
with those things, mister.
He says his grandfather
used to make fireworks.
Maybe we'd best let him tell it.
What are you doing out
there all alone, Davey?
Where are your folks?
It was Indians.
Indians?
They... They killed my
father and my grandfather,
and they carried off my mother.
Well, uh...
H-how did you get away?
I was hidin' in the barn.
The Indians took our
horses and set fire to the barn.
But they didn't wait to
see it burn all the way.
That's how I got out.
You been alone for long?
Well, it happened a
week ago, Mr. Favor.
He's tryin' to get to
his uncle in Eberley.
Where do you come from, Davey?
Westfork, Mr. Favor.
But that's only two days back.
You said a week ago...
Well, it was his pony, boss.
He couldn't leave
without findin' his pony.
It took me a long time
to find him, Mr. Favor.
Lucky he scares so easy,
or the Indians
would've got him, too.
Now that's enough
questions for tonight.
Poor little lad's
all tuckered out.
Now, here's some warm
soup for you, Davey.
We go right by
Eberley, Mr. Favor.
Now, Pete, even if we didn't,
we sure wouldn't leave
him all alone out here
in the middle of the prairie.
Go ahead and drink it.
Wishbone wouldn't give you
anything that would hurt you.
Well, I never thought
I'd live to see the day
that you'd admit it, Pete Nolan.
It tastes real good.
I guess I'm just
not very hungry.
I'll bet your horse is.
I'll take him out and give him
some graze at the remuda.
Well...
Couldn't he...
I mean, couldn't you
let him stay with me?
Sure we could, Davey.
He's a right
smart-looki" little pony.
But you better be gettin'
some sleep. Come on.
Oh, uh...
You can use my bedroll.
Now, nothin' of the kind.
There's a place for
him in my wagon.
Well, uh... I'd
kinda like to sleep
like I've heard
trail drovers do.
On the ground with
your head on a saddle.
Oh.
Well, sure.
Uh, tell you what:
Suppose I tie up your
pony to my wagon,
and you bed down next to Pete?
Yeah, and get his saddle, huh?
(light-hearted theme playing)
(all chattering indistinctly)
I got it.
No, he told me to take it in.
Here you are, Pete.
Get outta my way.
You know, when he gives
you that smile, like that,
you expect him
to bust out cryin'.
But you've got to remember
what he says he's been through.
Losin' his whole
family like that.
MUSHY: Davey?
You wanna feed these
to your pony yourself?
Oh, no, thanks. You do it.
Thanks a million times,
from Jonathan and me.
You sure there isn't anythin'
we can do to help, boss?
Just give him time.
Can you imagine
him settin' off across
the prairie alone?
He ain't got no one but that
one uncle in this whole world.
(clucks tongue) Mr. Favor?
Hey...
Go to sleep, now.
We can talk in the morning.
Well, he ought to
have a bite to eat first.
Nobody can sleep good
on an empty stomach.
There you are, Davey.
Thank you, Mr. Wishbone.
Eat it. Don't play with it.
Mr. Favor...
I been thinkin'...
On a trail drive, a man
has to pull his own weight.
That's right, Davey.
Well, maybe you could
find somethin' for me to do
that'd be useful to ya.
I'll sure find something.
After all the sufferin'
he's been through,
to be thinkin' of somebody else.
Well, now, that's somethin'.
That's a fine lad, Mr. Favor.
And it just might be he's
got a fine imagination.
Well, now, that's
no thing to say.
Why, look at him.
Poor little tyke,
he's too miserable even to eat.
(western theme playing)
How's it going, Davey?
Oh, fine, Mr. favor.
Well, now, that's a
mighty fine thing to do, boy.
You learn the manners
of the trail real quick.
Oh, it's nothin', Mr. Wishbone.
I always dry...
I used to dry dishes for Ma.
Well, it's a mighty fine
thing to do, anyway.
And I done somethin' for you.
Yes, sir.
There you are.
Cut 'em right down
to your size myself.
Oh, thanks, Mr. Wishbone!
My grandpa and ma and pa
would've liked to see me in 'em.
But, well, now
that they're gone,
I guess I'd better not
be happy about anything.
Oh, well, y-you keep 'em,
and wear 'em when you feel like.
You look like a real drover
in them chaps, Davey.
Would you like to
play with us, Davey?
Uh, I don't think
so, Mr. Quince.
Thanks anyway, though.
We don't have to
play for money, boy.
Look here, Davey.
(croaking)
Oh, Mr. Rowdy!
He's all mine?
He ain't no one else's.
(chuckles)
Grrowk?
Took a little old frog to do
what 25 grown men couldn't.
Yeah.
Well, just don't seem right,
the good Lord sendin'
big troubles on a little kid.
Well, I guess he
ain't got to you
like he has the rest of us.
Oh, he gets to me, all right.
But I was just wondering
why we hadn't heard
about any Indians
in the neighborhood.
Well, there's a lot of
things we don't hear about.
Mm-hm.
You'll have to
halter-break him, Davey.
Now, here, Davey. You're
gonna need a cowboy hat.
That the smallest we got?
Yes, sir.
Well, there's a newspaper I
been savin' ever since San Antone.
Get it.
Why, just goes to show:
You never wanna
throw anything away.
Don't ordinarily hire-on a hand
with a head quite
as little as yours.
Well, now, that's
somethin' to like.
ROWDY: Davey?
(all chuckle)
I feel just like...
(all laughing)
I feel just like a real drover.
Exceptin' I don't
have a lassoing rope.
Oh?
You know how to use a rope?
Oh, yes, sir.
I think.
Pete, see that he gets a rope.
Oh, Mr. Favor?
Thanks a lot.
For what, Davey?
For just being you.
You're w-welcome
for that, Davey.
(frog croaks)
(laughing)
(all laugh)
Keep it up, Davey.
Pretty soon you'll be
ready to hire on as a drover.
Well, thank you,
Mr. Favor. Thanks.
Too bad we reach
Eberley tomorrow, though.
Doesn't give you much
more chance to practice.
You worryin' about your uncle?
Yes, sir.
Pete and I could ride in
first. Tell him what happened.
Oh, thank you, sir.
I guess I'd just as
soon not ride in with you.
Any other reason you
don't want to ride in with us?
Well, it'll be so bad on him,
findin' out about...
Well, it's his whole family.
By the way, you never did
tell us your family name, Davey.
It's Colby, Mr. Favor.
That's our name, Colby.
Colby, huh.
It was Indians.
That's what you
said, wasn't it, Davey?
Um, yes, sir.
Indians.
I think you'd better
ride in with us after all,
tomorrow, Davey.
Yes, sir.
(dramatic theme playing)
I'll do everything I
can, Mrs. Stevenson.
Thank you, sheriff.
Mornin', sheriff.
Drovers?
We look like it
or smell like it?
Both. Heh.
No offense.
Ain't the boy back there...
He a junior kind of drover?
I was wondering
if you could tell us
where a family
named Colby lives?
Colby?
No Colby in Eberley.
Not that I know of..
And I know everybody.
(frog croaks)
There's a Colby here.
You just don't know him.
I don't?
This town's never had
more than 165 souls in it.
None of 'em named Colby.
You're, uh, sure?
I been sheriff
here for six years.
I don't care how
long you been sheriff.
There's gotta be a Colby here.
It's this boy's uncle.
I don't care whose uncle he is.
Colby ain't an everyday name.
Been somebody here
named Colby, I'd know it.
Davey comes from Westfork.
Maybe you've heard of
the Colbys over there?
No.
Attacked by Indians a
couple of weeks back?
Indians?
There be any Indians within
a hundred miles of Eberley,
I'd know it.
Everybody in town would know it.
Oh, don't take it so hard, Pete.
Some kids just
find it easier to lie
than tell the truth.
Should we be
gettin' back, Davey?
(melancholy theme playing)
(frog croaks)
All right, Davey.
Dismount.
Do you know what this is?
No, sir.
It's a tree.
This isn't a hickory
branch, but it'll do.
You wanna whup me, Mr. Favor?
I want the truth, Davey.
But I told you the truth.
About your uncle?
Well, no.
About the Indians?
Well, Davey, what
about the Indians?
There wasn't no Indians.
You made up that whole story?
Well, we do live near Westfork,
and my grandfather does
make fireworks, and...
And you did run away from home.
Well, I had to. I
have to find my pa.
Where did you expect to
find your father, Davey?
Somewheres north
on the Sedalia trail.
He's a bounty hunter.
A bounty hunter?
Well, what's wrong with that?
There ain't enough
lawmen around here,
and somebody's
gotta do the dirty work.
My pa's the best man there is.
He makes a livin' for Ma and me,
catchin' men who've done wrong.
So, what's so bad about that?
Davey, north on the Sedalia
trail is from Texas to Missouri.
You expected to find your
father by going along with us?
Now, you can dream up
somethin' better than that.
Well, my mom
wants me to find him.
She gave me a message
about the man he's after.
Davey, no mother
sends a boy your age
alone into the dry plains.
She must be sick with worry.
Eatin' her heart out,
right now, wonderin'
where you are.
Now, you gonna
tell me the truth...
(snaps whip)
or you gonna make me use this?
I can't tell ya. It's private.
Oh, take him home to his mother.
PETE: Now wait a minute.
I don't want any part of him.
It's your responsibility.
Well, why me?
You found him.
And I sure didn't know
what I was flushin' out.
Have Wishbone
give you some food.
It's good two weeks'
clear grazin' ahead.
We can spare you.
Well, what if you
get into some trouble,
or somethin'?
Way I see it, all
the trouble is yours.
(laughing)
(snaps whip)
(gentle theme playing)
Mr. Nolan?
I never wanted to
make you mad at me.
It's just that... Well, I
gotta be with my father.
What's the matter?
Don't you believe me?
Every time you open your
mouth, another lie comes out.
You just keep your mouth closed.
My mom's gonna
be awfully mad too.
She ought to whale
the daylights outta you.
(croaking)
There's a creek
through those trees.
Fill the canteens.
Davey, Wishbone
packed us some meat.
You wanna get it before
you go for the water?
Hey, Davey!
How far did you think
you'd get before I'd notice?
I'm gonna fix it where
you can't run off no more.
You're the one I should hobble.
Does it hurt him?
No, it doesn't hurt him.
Not unless his
feelings are hurt.
And don't think you're
gonna be able to untie it.
I have enough trouble
with it myself in the morning.
You sure it doesn't hurt him?
I'm sure.
I want you to know, Mr. Nolan,
no matter what happens,
I'll always be your friend.
Well, I told you
to get that meat.
Still can have a
little bite to eat.
Davey?
Davey.
Davey?
Davey?
Davey!
Davey!
Well, he won't
get far without you.
(suspenseful theme playing)
PETE: Hey, stagecoach!
(whoops)
(gunshot)
Hey, hold it.
Mr. Gray, guard, a holdup man!
You see him?
Yeah, I see him.
(gunshot)
Keep going. Hurry!
Hey, driver!
Hold it!
Well, keep going. Don't stop!
Just a warnin'.
Till we see who he is.
Get inside, boy.
I wanna watch.
You'll get yourself killed.
Come out with
your gun hand high.
Good afternoon.
What you after, mister?
That small boy.
That sound kinda crazy?
That's him, Mr. Gray.
Yeah. Yeah, it
sounds kinda crazy.
Wait a minute, I don't know
what Davey's told you,
but I can kinda figure it out.
You makin' out you
didn't kill his family?
He also tell you that he's going
to his Uncle Colby in Eberley?
Well, he ain't got no
Uncle Colby in Eberley,
or anyplace else.
He's run away from home.
If you'll put them rifles away,
I'll undertake to get him back.
I told you he'd
say that, Mr. Gray.
I'm the only
witness against him.
And he can't let
me get to my uncle.
Mr. Gray, my trail
boss is with the herd
just a few miles
north of Eberley.
If you're interested
in the truth,
let's catch up to him.
Well... You've got my gun.
You put me in the stagecoach,
and tie my horse on the back.
It's, uh...
It's out of the way, but...
Well, I don't like to
cause trouble for no one
till I hear both sides.
But it's a trick.
Herd's about a
half a day's ride.
I'll get my horse.
I meant to tell you
about Jonathan, Davey.
I didn't have a
chance to untie him.
You mean he's still
hobbled, Mr. Nolan?
Yeah, I didn't know it was
gonna take so long to find you.
Gee.
Jonathan's probably
gettin' awful hungry.
He sure is.
And thirsty.
Yeah, especially if we have to
go all the way back to the herd.
Well, maybe we better go take
care of Jonathan, Mr. Nolan.
Oh, uh, can...?
Can you take care
of this, ma'am?
(frog croaks)
Goodbye, Mr. Gray.
Davey, you sure you
wanna go with him?
I guess I did tell you
some pretty big lies.
Hey, Mr. Nolan.
Are you sure you
wanna go with him?
I'll have to take my chances.
Come on.
Uh, Davey!
Y-y-you forgot your frog.
Uh, you keep him, ma'am.
I don't deserve
anything as nice as that.
(frog croaks)
Davey.
I wanna get one
thing settled with you
before we go any farther.
You can have a choice:
Either that hickory switch
Mr. Favor promised you...
And I can use it.
Or your word of honor that
you're going back home now,
without any more trouble.
My word of honor.
You know what "word
of honor" means?
Oh, yes, Mr. Nolan.
My father always says a
man's word of honor is sacred.
Just like not lying when
you're saying your prayers.
Well, your father
sounds like a good man,
even if he is a bounty hunter.
Oh, he's just fillin' in where
there ain't enough lawmen.
Sure. Well, I'll
bet he's one man
that always keeps his word.
I can keep my word too.
Good enough.
I-I didn't mean to
make you mad at me.
It's just, well, I had
to see my father.
Sure, Davey.
Mr. Nolan? Yeah?
You know, I like
you a whole lot.
Well, we...
We better go check on Jonathan.
DAVEY: Jonathan
lives over there.
Is that the barn the
Indians burned down?
(laughs)
I hope you don't
have to go right back.
I know Ma will want
to fix you supper.
Well...
Gee, Ma's gonna be so mad.
I'll help you out, huh?
Ma never locks the door.
Ma!
Ma!
Grandpa!
Ma.
Ma,
I'm sorry I made you worry.
Why should I worry about you?
I never saw you
before in my life.
I understand, ma'am.
Sorry to have bothered you.
But, Ma!
Would you please take him away?
(tense theme playing)
(gun cocks)
Inside.
Ma.
Ma, you scared me.
(sighs)
You scared me too, Davey.
I was tryin' to find Pa.
I didn't find him.
Sam Colby's boy?
Yes.
He's our son.
And him?
Mr. Nolan. Scout for
Mr. Favor's trail drive, Ma.
This is my ma and
my grandpa, Mr. Nolan.
And I guess these
men are the reason
my Ma tried to keep
us from comin' in.
You're in now.
Take off your gun belt,
just as you'd take off your hat.
Mrs. Colby, how long
they been callin' the moves?
The belt.
He means your gun, Mr. Nolan.
That's better.
You're not the one we're
waitin' for, Mr. Nolan.
You're not a bounty hunter.
You're not a dirty
Judas bounty hunter.
My dad's not a Judas. He
does what he has to do...
You like your Pa, boy?
Why shouldn't he?
I asked a question.
A man gives me a knee like this,
I can't walk straight
the rest of my life.
I got a right to ask a
question, haven't I?
Look at it.
It won't move.
I got a right to ask about
who give it to me, haven't I?
I guess so.
What do you mean, you guess so?
You got a bad leg?
You got a leg that won't work?
You got a leg that
sometimes knocks you down?
Sometimes you wanna
run, it knocks you down?
You know about that?
Spell Mooney.
(suspenseful theme playing)
What'd Sam Colby do to you?
Now you're asking a
question, Mr. Nolan, aren't you?
Well, I mean...
a bad leg ain't the
end of the world.
Fix us some supper, Mrs. Colby.
Davey, will you build
up the fire up for me?
Why is Mr. Nolan
bein' so friendly to 'em?
Shh.
They're payin' us no mind.
He's your friend, isn't he?
MOONEY: Excuse me, ma'am.
Could I get you to
leave out the pepper?
I got a touchy stomach.
The food at the penitentiary...
I'll leave out the pepper.
I guess I'm not the
first man to tell you
you're a good-looking woman.
A real good-looking woman.
Let me help you with
the dishes, Mrs. Colby.
Do you have any
guns in the house?
No.
Does your father have
any of them fireworks left?
Thanks, I'm...
I'm not used to
feeding so many people.
If we shot one
through the window,
would they see it in town?
They'd be bound to.
Would they think anything of it?
At this time of year?
Of course they would.
Speak up.
What are you whisperin' about?
I was just tellin' Mrs.
Colby how I found her boy.
Didn't think you'd
be interested.
Keep 'em company, Mooney.
Davey.
Davey, you've been bothering
your Grandpa long enough.
Well, he ain't botherin'
me none, Jennie.
A boy his age, needing
to bother his grandpa.
There's plenty of things
in here for him to play with.
Maybe you could build something.
Uh...
A fort or something.
Oh. O-o-oh, y-yes,
that's a good idea, Jennie.
Come on, boy.
I-I'll show you how to play
Roman soldiers.
Yes, Roman soldiers.
Now, uh, let me
see. We'll, um...
Well, we'll lay them
right straight out here.
In a line. About five, see?
Like that.
That's the way it starts.
Yes, five will be enough.
Gettin' kinda dark, Mrs. Colby.
Mind if I light the lamp?
Well, I don't have
very much lamp oil left,
and I thought we
ought to be sparing.
What do you think
you're doing, huh?
Well, y-your friend
here said it's gettin' dark.
I was just gonna light the lamp.
(tense theme playing)
You think I'm blind
as well as lame?
You leave my grandpa
alone! Why, you...!
Davey! Davey!
Davey!
Think you can handle
the boy by yourself?
Harv.
JENNIE: Please,
Mr. Bodie, it was all my fault.
Take him over
there, and sit down.
It was foolish of me.
I know how you feel about
your bad leg, Mr. Bodie.
How do you know?
It wasn't my husband's fault.
It wasn't?
No, it wasn't.
Who fired a .45
slug into my knee?
My husband is paid to
bring men into justice.
He could have fired to kill.
Why didn't he?
I'd have been a lot better off.
Why didn't he?
I don't know, Mr. Bodie.
I don't know.
Of course, you don't know.
I don't blame you.
How could you know?
It was just a little job.
Not even a very big store.
Hardware and merchandise.
We were outside of
the town, takin' a rest,
sittin' near some
strawberry plants.
I was wonderin' how
to divvy up what we got.
All of a sudden, the
Judas showed up.
He must have been followin'
us from a job we done
three weeks before.
He didn't ask me my name,
or the time of day,
or how I was faring.
Before I could get up, he
fired a .45 into my knee.
That's what he did.
There's nothin' worse than
riddin' a man of his kneecap.
It lames him for life.
He can't ever
walk straight again.
You ever spent any time in jail?
No.
I have.
Five years.
I don't mind.
I took a risk, and I lost.
All right, what I did
was wrong, and I paid.
But that Judas didn't have
to cripple me for life, did he?
He didn't have to put a
.45 into my knee, did he?
Now he's comin' home.
Well, we're gonna
welcome him home.
You're gonna put
a .45 into his knee?
And make him a cripple, like me?
I wouldn't do that to anybody.
You gonna hurt my pa?
I sure am, boy.
A lot worse than he hurt me.
But why, mister, why?
That's why, boy. That's why!
He was doin' his duty when
he gave you that, wasn't he?
Sure he was.
But the duty of a bounty
hunter has a dirty smell.
Vultures get the same
smell from their work.
Look at it from my side.
A couple of .45s when
he comes in that door,
and he'll walk like me.
He'll be a cripple.
How'd you like your pa
to walk like me, boy, huh?
How'd you like that?
Don't answer him, Davey.
(dramatic theme playing)
I don't need an answer!
I already got the answer!
(gasping)
I been locked up for five
years with the answer.
I laid awake at night, and I
thought of what I'd do to him.
And I found out I wasn't
as low as a bounty hunter.
I wouldn't do what
a bounty hunter did.
I wouldn't cripple him.
I'll kill him quick and clean.
Quick and clean.
Clean, clean, clean, clean.
"The Lord is my shepherd.
"I shall not want.
DAVEY AND GRANDPA (together): "He
maketh me to lie down in green pastures.
"He leadeth me
beside the still waters.
"He restoreth my soul.
"He guideth me in the
paths of righteousness,
"for His name's sake.
"Yea, though I walk
through the valley
of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil..."
(suspenseful theme playing)
Your pa?
It's Mr. Larch.
He lives down the road a ways.
Well, I'm your uncle,
in case he asks.
Mornin', Davey.
Howdy, Mr. Larch.
I didn't know your
ma had company.
My uncle.
He's stayin' for a spell.
I didn't know your
pa had a brother.
He doesn't.
It's my mother's brother.
Well, I got a
message for your ma.
Will you tell her
your pa's in town?
As soon as he finishes
his business with the sheriff,
he'll be home.
He said to tell
you, about an hour.
This is what I came for.
Ma, Mr. Larch...
I know, Davey.
We heard.
Harv, you take the outside.
I'll be at the window.
If he tries to stable his
horse, bring him in here.
You're gonna have to
watch all four of 'em, Mooney.
Make 'em stay together.
Get on over there
with the other two.
And don't try nothin' funny,
because I don't mind
pullin' this trigger.
Sit down, Davey.
Can't we try
something, Mr. Nolan?
You behave yourself, boy.
Be a good boy, Davey.
Do what what Mr. Nolan says.
(dramatic theme playing)
There's a man at
the top of the hill.
Get back there.
All right, all of you, get
over there with Harv.
Get over there. Hurry up.
(muffled shouting)
That's right, ma'am.
You keep him quiet if you
know what's good for all of you.
(suspenseful theme playing)
Jennie!
Davey, I'm back.
Answer him, Mrs. Colby.
Jennie, didn't you hear me?
I'm back.
Here he comes.
(screaming)
Sam.
Sam!
Jennie, what's
going on in there?
Jennie.
Is it bad? My leg.
If it hadn't been for these,
I never would've found him.
Sure you won't stay on a bit,
so we can thank you
proper, Mr. Nolan?
I already stayed a little longer
than I aimed to, Mr. Colby.
Davey?
Sorry about your leg.
Don't look like
you're gonna be able
to do much
traveling for a while.
Well, as long as I can do
some work around here,
it's all right.
When bounty huntin'
gets this close to home,
I'm ready to give it up.
Sam, you promised that
was gonna be your last trip,
no matter what.
And so it was, my dear.
So it was. Mm-hm.
In spite of yourself.
Sure thank you for
the grub, Mrs. Colby.
I'm not very used
to home cookin'.
Well, thank you for
everything. You're welcome.
Goodbye, Grandpa. Goodbye, son.
Davey, uh, aren't you
gonna see me to my horse?
Whoa, Spot.
Mr. Nolan, would you tell
Mr. Favor somethin' for me?
Sure, Davey.
I guess it's all right
for him to know, now.
I mean, it's not
private any more.
Yeah?
Well, I never meant to
be disrespectful to him.
But you heard what Ma said,
about Pa promising
it was his last trip.
And he was only supposed
to be gone a week,
and it was more than two.
And Ma was gettin' so mad,
and she was packin' to leave.
But I figured...
Well, she wouldn't leave
as long as I was missin',
and maybe I could find
Pa and bring him home.
(laughs)
And I wouldn't want
Mr. Favor to think
I put him to all that
trouble for nothing.
I'll sure tell him, Davey.
Don't worry about it.
(dramatic theme playing)
(cows lowing)
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 waitin' at
the End of my ride ♪
♪ Move 'em on, head 'em up ♪
♪ Head 'em up, move 'em on ♪
♪ Move 'em on, head 'em up ♪
♪ Rawhide ♪
♪ Cut 'em out, ride 'em in ♪
♪ Ride 'em in, let 'em out ♪
♪ Cut 'em out, ride 'em in ♪
♪ Rawhide! ♪
♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪
♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪
♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪
♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪
♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪
♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪
♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪
♪ 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 ♪
♪ 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)
(western theme playing)
GIL: On a trail drive, a man
can find the things he wants:
a sense of God's good earth,
the room to move
in, a job to be done.
Of course, there's not
always enough water,
and you can't always
choose your own company.
There's some that say
that's all that's wrong with hell.
It's up to me to
handle good and bad.
I'm Gil Favor, trail boss.
(coyote howling)
That's him.
He sure is a
lonely-sounding cuss.
Yeah, he's gonna
be a lot lonelier.
Come on, let's flush him out.
(quiet theme playing)
Did I see what I thought I saw?
You must've.
I'm seein' it too.
Indians don't have
things like that.
What do you figure? Don't know.
Whoever is firing 'em off
ain't doin' it for a celebration.
Not out here in the
middle of nowhere.
Maybe somebody's in trouble.
Let's see.
(fireworks popping)
You stay away from
me, mister, or I'll light it.
Nothin' to be afraid of, boy.
We're just a couple of drovers.
Where's your cattle?
They're bedded down back there.
We're lookin' for a coyote.
Did you hear one a while back?
I guess you scared him away.
That's what I meant to do.
Now, I mean it,
mister. I'll light it.
You're the one
who will get hurt.
Not if I throw it, I won't.
You run away from home?
Askin' questions to
strangers around here, mister,
will just get you into trouble.
(neighs)
Give me it.
(whinnying)
(grunting)
You gotta be careful
with those things, mister.
He says his grandfather
used to make fireworks.
Maybe we'd best let him tell it.
What are you doing out
there all alone, Davey?
Where are your folks?
It was Indians.
Indians?
They... They killed my
father and my grandfather,
and they carried off my mother.
Well, uh...
H-how did you get away?
I was hidin' in the barn.
The Indians took our
horses and set fire to the barn.
But they didn't wait to
see it burn all the way.
That's how I got out.
You been alone for long?
Well, it happened a
week ago, Mr. Favor.
He's tryin' to get to
his uncle in Eberley.
Where do you come from, Davey?
Westfork, Mr. Favor.
But that's only two days back.
You said a week ago...
Well, it was his pony, boss.
He couldn't leave
without findin' his pony.
It took me a long time
to find him, Mr. Favor.
Lucky he scares so easy,
or the Indians
would've got him, too.
Now that's enough
questions for tonight.
Poor little lad's
all tuckered out.
Now, here's some warm
soup for you, Davey.
We go right by
Eberley, Mr. Favor.
Now, Pete, even if we didn't,
we sure wouldn't leave
him all alone out here
in the middle of the prairie.
Go ahead and drink it.
Wishbone wouldn't give you
anything that would hurt you.
Well, I never thought
I'd live to see the day
that you'd admit it, Pete Nolan.
It tastes real good.
I guess I'm just
not very hungry.
I'll bet your horse is.
I'll take him out and give him
some graze at the remuda.
Well...
Couldn't he...
I mean, couldn't you
let him stay with me?
Sure we could, Davey.
He's a right
smart-looki" little pony.
But you better be gettin'
some sleep. Come on.
Oh, uh...
You can use my bedroll.
Now, nothin' of the kind.
There's a place for
him in my wagon.
Well, uh... I'd
kinda like to sleep
like I've heard
trail drovers do.
On the ground with
your head on a saddle.
Oh.
Well, sure.
Uh, tell you what:
Suppose I tie up your
pony to my wagon,
and you bed down next to Pete?
Yeah, and get his saddle, huh?
(light-hearted theme playing)
(all chattering indistinctly)
I got it.
No, he told me to take it in.
Here you are, Pete.
Get outta my way.
You know, when he gives
you that smile, like that,
you expect him
to bust out cryin'.
But you've got to remember
what he says he's been through.
Losin' his whole
family like that.
MUSHY: Davey?
You wanna feed these
to your pony yourself?
Oh, no, thanks. You do it.
Thanks a million times,
from Jonathan and me.
You sure there isn't anythin'
we can do to help, boss?
Just give him time.
Can you imagine
him settin' off across
the prairie alone?
He ain't got no one but that
one uncle in this whole world.
(clucks tongue) Mr. Favor?
Hey...
Go to sleep, now.
We can talk in the morning.
Well, he ought to
have a bite to eat first.
Nobody can sleep good
on an empty stomach.
There you are, Davey.
Thank you, Mr. Wishbone.
Eat it. Don't play with it.
Mr. Favor...
I been thinkin'...
On a trail drive, a man
has to pull his own weight.
That's right, Davey.
Well, maybe you could
find somethin' for me to do
that'd be useful to ya.
I'll sure find something.
After all the sufferin'
he's been through,
to be thinkin' of somebody else.
Well, now, that's somethin'.
That's a fine lad, Mr. Favor.
And it just might be he's
got a fine imagination.
Well, now, that's
no thing to say.
Why, look at him.
Poor little tyke,
he's too miserable even to eat.
(western theme playing)
How's it going, Davey?
Oh, fine, Mr. favor.
Well, now, that's a
mighty fine thing to do, boy.
You learn the manners
of the trail real quick.
Oh, it's nothin', Mr. Wishbone.
I always dry...
I used to dry dishes for Ma.
Well, it's a mighty fine
thing to do, anyway.
And I done somethin' for you.
Yes, sir.
There you are.
Cut 'em right down
to your size myself.
Oh, thanks, Mr. Wishbone!
My grandpa and ma and pa
would've liked to see me in 'em.
But, well, now
that they're gone,
I guess I'd better not
be happy about anything.
Oh, well, y-you keep 'em,
and wear 'em when you feel like.
You look like a real drover
in them chaps, Davey.
Would you like to
play with us, Davey?
Uh, I don't think
so, Mr. Quince.
Thanks anyway, though.
We don't have to
play for money, boy.
Look here, Davey.
(croaking)
Oh, Mr. Rowdy!
He's all mine?
He ain't no one else's.
(chuckles)
Grrowk?
Took a little old frog to do
what 25 grown men couldn't.
Yeah.
Well, just don't seem right,
the good Lord sendin'
big troubles on a little kid.
Well, I guess he
ain't got to you
like he has the rest of us.
Oh, he gets to me, all right.
But I was just wondering
why we hadn't heard
about any Indians
in the neighborhood.
Well, there's a lot of
things we don't hear about.
Mm-hm.
You'll have to
halter-break him, Davey.
Now, here, Davey. You're
gonna need a cowboy hat.
That the smallest we got?
Yes, sir.
Well, there's a newspaper I
been savin' ever since San Antone.
Get it.
Why, just goes to show:
You never wanna
throw anything away.
Don't ordinarily hire-on a hand
with a head quite
as little as yours.
Well, now, that's
somethin' to like.
ROWDY: Davey?
(all chuckle)
I feel just like...
(all laughing)
I feel just like a real drover.
Exceptin' I don't
have a lassoing rope.
Oh?
You know how to use a rope?
Oh, yes, sir.
I think.
Pete, see that he gets a rope.
Oh, Mr. Favor?
Thanks a lot.
For what, Davey?
For just being you.
You're w-welcome
for that, Davey.
(frog croaks)
(laughing)
(all laugh)
Keep it up, Davey.
Pretty soon you'll be
ready to hire on as a drover.
Well, thank you,
Mr. Favor. Thanks.
Too bad we reach
Eberley tomorrow, though.
Doesn't give you much
more chance to practice.
You worryin' about your uncle?
Yes, sir.
Pete and I could ride in
first. Tell him what happened.
Oh, thank you, sir.
I guess I'd just as
soon not ride in with you.
Any other reason you
don't want to ride in with us?
Well, it'll be so bad on him,
findin' out about...
Well, it's his whole family.
By the way, you never did
tell us your family name, Davey.
It's Colby, Mr. Favor.
That's our name, Colby.
Colby, huh.
It was Indians.
That's what you
said, wasn't it, Davey?
Um, yes, sir.
Indians.
I think you'd better
ride in with us after all,
tomorrow, Davey.
Yes, sir.
(dramatic theme playing)
I'll do everything I
can, Mrs. Stevenson.
Thank you, sheriff.
Mornin', sheriff.
Drovers?
We look like it
or smell like it?
Both. Heh.
No offense.
Ain't the boy back there...
He a junior kind of drover?
I was wondering
if you could tell us
where a family
named Colby lives?
Colby?
No Colby in Eberley.
Not that I know of..
And I know everybody.
(frog croaks)
There's a Colby here.
You just don't know him.
I don't?
This town's never had
more than 165 souls in it.
None of 'em named Colby.
You're, uh, sure?
I been sheriff
here for six years.
I don't care how
long you been sheriff.
There's gotta be a Colby here.
It's this boy's uncle.
I don't care whose uncle he is.
Colby ain't an everyday name.
Been somebody here
named Colby, I'd know it.
Davey comes from Westfork.
Maybe you've heard of
the Colbys over there?
No.
Attacked by Indians a
couple of weeks back?
Indians?
There be any Indians within
a hundred miles of Eberley,
I'd know it.
Everybody in town would know it.
Oh, don't take it so hard, Pete.
Some kids just
find it easier to lie
than tell the truth.
Should we be
gettin' back, Davey?
(melancholy theme playing)
(frog croaks)
All right, Davey.
Dismount.
Do you know what this is?
No, sir.
It's a tree.
This isn't a hickory
branch, but it'll do.
You wanna whup me, Mr. Favor?
I want the truth, Davey.
But I told you the truth.
About your uncle?
Well, no.
About the Indians?
Well, Davey, what
about the Indians?
There wasn't no Indians.
You made up that whole story?
Well, we do live near Westfork,
and my grandfather does
make fireworks, and...
And you did run away from home.
Well, I had to. I
have to find my pa.
Where did you expect to
find your father, Davey?
Somewheres north
on the Sedalia trail.
He's a bounty hunter.
A bounty hunter?
Well, what's wrong with that?
There ain't enough
lawmen around here,
and somebody's
gotta do the dirty work.
My pa's the best man there is.
He makes a livin' for Ma and me,
catchin' men who've done wrong.
So, what's so bad about that?
Davey, north on the Sedalia
trail is from Texas to Missouri.
You expected to find your
father by going along with us?
Now, you can dream up
somethin' better than that.
Well, my mom
wants me to find him.
She gave me a message
about the man he's after.
Davey, no mother
sends a boy your age
alone into the dry plains.
She must be sick with worry.
Eatin' her heart out,
right now, wonderin'
where you are.
Now, you gonna
tell me the truth...
(snaps whip)
or you gonna make me use this?
I can't tell ya. It's private.
Oh, take him home to his mother.
PETE: Now wait a minute.
I don't want any part of him.
It's your responsibility.
Well, why me?
You found him.
And I sure didn't know
what I was flushin' out.
Have Wishbone
give you some food.
It's good two weeks'
clear grazin' ahead.
We can spare you.
Well, what if you
get into some trouble,
or somethin'?
Way I see it, all
the trouble is yours.
(laughing)
(snaps whip)
(gentle theme playing)
Mr. Nolan?
I never wanted to
make you mad at me.
It's just that... Well, I
gotta be with my father.
What's the matter?
Don't you believe me?
Every time you open your
mouth, another lie comes out.
You just keep your mouth closed.
My mom's gonna
be awfully mad too.
She ought to whale
the daylights outta you.
(croaking)
There's a creek
through those trees.
Fill the canteens.
Davey, Wishbone
packed us some meat.
You wanna get it before
you go for the water?
Hey, Davey!
How far did you think
you'd get before I'd notice?
I'm gonna fix it where
you can't run off no more.
You're the one I should hobble.
Does it hurt him?
No, it doesn't hurt him.
Not unless his
feelings are hurt.
And don't think you're
gonna be able to untie it.
I have enough trouble
with it myself in the morning.
You sure it doesn't hurt him?
I'm sure.
I want you to know, Mr. Nolan,
no matter what happens,
I'll always be your friend.
Well, I told you
to get that meat.
Still can have a
little bite to eat.
Davey?
Davey.
Davey?
Davey?
Davey!
Davey!
Well, he won't
get far without you.
(suspenseful theme playing)
PETE: Hey, stagecoach!
(whoops)
(gunshot)
Hey, hold it.
Mr. Gray, guard, a holdup man!
You see him?
Yeah, I see him.
(gunshot)
Keep going. Hurry!
Hey, driver!
Hold it!
Well, keep going. Don't stop!
Just a warnin'.
Till we see who he is.
Get inside, boy.
I wanna watch.
You'll get yourself killed.
Come out with
your gun hand high.
Good afternoon.
What you after, mister?
That small boy.
That sound kinda crazy?
That's him, Mr. Gray.
Yeah. Yeah, it
sounds kinda crazy.
Wait a minute, I don't know
what Davey's told you,
but I can kinda figure it out.
You makin' out you
didn't kill his family?
He also tell you that he's going
to his Uncle Colby in Eberley?
Well, he ain't got no
Uncle Colby in Eberley,
or anyplace else.
He's run away from home.
If you'll put them rifles away,
I'll undertake to get him back.
I told you he'd
say that, Mr. Gray.
I'm the only
witness against him.
And he can't let
me get to my uncle.
Mr. Gray, my trail
boss is with the herd
just a few miles
north of Eberley.
If you're interested
in the truth,
let's catch up to him.
Well... You've got my gun.
You put me in the stagecoach,
and tie my horse on the back.
It's, uh...
It's out of the way, but...
Well, I don't like to
cause trouble for no one
till I hear both sides.
But it's a trick.
Herd's about a
half a day's ride.
I'll get my horse.
I meant to tell you
about Jonathan, Davey.
I didn't have a
chance to untie him.
You mean he's still
hobbled, Mr. Nolan?
Yeah, I didn't know it was
gonna take so long to find you.
Gee.
Jonathan's probably
gettin' awful hungry.
He sure is.
And thirsty.
Yeah, especially if we have to
go all the way back to the herd.
Well, maybe we better go take
care of Jonathan, Mr. Nolan.
Oh, uh, can...?
Can you take care
of this, ma'am?
(frog croaks)
Goodbye, Mr. Gray.
Davey, you sure you
wanna go with him?
I guess I did tell you
some pretty big lies.
Hey, Mr. Nolan.
Are you sure you
wanna go with him?
I'll have to take my chances.
Come on.
Uh, Davey!
Y-y-you forgot your frog.
Uh, you keep him, ma'am.
I don't deserve
anything as nice as that.
(frog croaks)
Davey.
I wanna get one
thing settled with you
before we go any farther.
You can have a choice:
Either that hickory switch
Mr. Favor promised you...
And I can use it.
Or your word of honor that
you're going back home now,
without any more trouble.
My word of honor.
You know what "word
of honor" means?
Oh, yes, Mr. Nolan.
My father always says a
man's word of honor is sacred.
Just like not lying when
you're saying your prayers.
Well, your father
sounds like a good man,
even if he is a bounty hunter.
Oh, he's just fillin' in where
there ain't enough lawmen.
Sure. Well, I'll
bet he's one man
that always keeps his word.
I can keep my word too.
Good enough.
I-I didn't mean to
make you mad at me.
It's just, well, I had
to see my father.
Sure, Davey.
Mr. Nolan? Yeah?
You know, I like
you a whole lot.
Well, we...
We better go check on Jonathan.
DAVEY: Jonathan
lives over there.
Is that the barn the
Indians burned down?
(laughs)
I hope you don't
have to go right back.
I know Ma will want
to fix you supper.
Well...
Gee, Ma's gonna be so mad.
I'll help you out, huh?
Ma never locks the door.
Ma!
Ma!
Grandpa!
Ma.
Ma,
I'm sorry I made you worry.
Why should I worry about you?
I never saw you
before in my life.
I understand, ma'am.
Sorry to have bothered you.
But, Ma!
Would you please take him away?
(tense theme playing)
(gun cocks)
Inside.
Ma.
Ma, you scared me.
(sighs)
You scared me too, Davey.
I was tryin' to find Pa.
I didn't find him.
Sam Colby's boy?
Yes.
He's our son.
And him?
Mr. Nolan. Scout for
Mr. Favor's trail drive, Ma.
This is my ma and
my grandpa, Mr. Nolan.
And I guess these
men are the reason
my Ma tried to keep
us from comin' in.
You're in now.
Take off your gun belt,
just as you'd take off your hat.
Mrs. Colby, how long
they been callin' the moves?
The belt.
He means your gun, Mr. Nolan.
That's better.
You're not the one we're
waitin' for, Mr. Nolan.
You're not a bounty hunter.
You're not a dirty
Judas bounty hunter.
My dad's not a Judas. He
does what he has to do...
You like your Pa, boy?
Why shouldn't he?
I asked a question.
A man gives me a knee like this,
I can't walk straight
the rest of my life.
I got a right to ask a
question, haven't I?
Look at it.
It won't move.
I got a right to ask about
who give it to me, haven't I?
I guess so.
What do you mean, you guess so?
You got a bad leg?
You got a leg that won't work?
You got a leg that
sometimes knocks you down?
Sometimes you wanna
run, it knocks you down?
You know about that?
Spell Mooney.
(suspenseful theme playing)
What'd Sam Colby do to you?
Now you're asking a
question, Mr. Nolan, aren't you?
Well, I mean...
a bad leg ain't the
end of the world.
Fix us some supper, Mrs. Colby.
Davey, will you build
up the fire up for me?
Why is Mr. Nolan
bein' so friendly to 'em?
Shh.
They're payin' us no mind.
He's your friend, isn't he?
MOONEY: Excuse me, ma'am.
Could I get you to
leave out the pepper?
I got a touchy stomach.
The food at the penitentiary...
I'll leave out the pepper.
I guess I'm not the
first man to tell you
you're a good-looking woman.
A real good-looking woman.
Let me help you with
the dishes, Mrs. Colby.
Do you have any
guns in the house?
No.
Does your father have
any of them fireworks left?
Thanks, I'm...
I'm not used to
feeding so many people.
If we shot one
through the window,
would they see it in town?
They'd be bound to.
Would they think anything of it?
At this time of year?
Of course they would.
Speak up.
What are you whisperin' about?
I was just tellin' Mrs.
Colby how I found her boy.
Didn't think you'd
be interested.
Keep 'em company, Mooney.
Davey.
Davey, you've been bothering
your Grandpa long enough.
Well, he ain't botherin'
me none, Jennie.
A boy his age, needing
to bother his grandpa.
There's plenty of things
in here for him to play with.
Maybe you could build something.
Uh...
A fort or something.
Oh. O-o-oh, y-yes,
that's a good idea, Jennie.
Come on, boy.
I-I'll show you how to play
Roman soldiers.
Yes, Roman soldiers.
Now, uh, let me
see. We'll, um...
Well, we'll lay them
right straight out here.
In a line. About five, see?
Like that.
That's the way it starts.
Yes, five will be enough.
Gettin' kinda dark, Mrs. Colby.
Mind if I light the lamp?
Well, I don't have
very much lamp oil left,
and I thought we
ought to be sparing.
What do you think
you're doing, huh?
Well, y-your friend
here said it's gettin' dark.
I was just gonna light the lamp.
(tense theme playing)
You think I'm blind
as well as lame?
You leave my grandpa
alone! Why, you...!
Davey! Davey!
Davey!
Think you can handle
the boy by yourself?
Harv.
JENNIE: Please,
Mr. Bodie, it was all my fault.
Take him over
there, and sit down.
It was foolish of me.
I know how you feel about
your bad leg, Mr. Bodie.
How do you know?
It wasn't my husband's fault.
It wasn't?
No, it wasn't.
Who fired a .45
slug into my knee?
My husband is paid to
bring men into justice.
He could have fired to kill.
Why didn't he?
I'd have been a lot better off.
Why didn't he?
I don't know, Mr. Bodie.
I don't know.
Of course, you don't know.
I don't blame you.
How could you know?
It was just a little job.
Not even a very big store.
Hardware and merchandise.
We were outside of
the town, takin' a rest,
sittin' near some
strawberry plants.
I was wonderin' how
to divvy up what we got.
All of a sudden, the
Judas showed up.
He must have been followin'
us from a job we done
three weeks before.
He didn't ask me my name,
or the time of day,
or how I was faring.
Before I could get up, he
fired a .45 into my knee.
That's what he did.
There's nothin' worse than
riddin' a man of his kneecap.
It lames him for life.
He can't ever
walk straight again.
You ever spent any time in jail?
No.
I have.
Five years.
I don't mind.
I took a risk, and I lost.
All right, what I did
was wrong, and I paid.
But that Judas didn't have
to cripple me for life, did he?
He didn't have to put a
.45 into my knee, did he?
Now he's comin' home.
Well, we're gonna
welcome him home.
You're gonna put
a .45 into his knee?
And make him a cripple, like me?
I wouldn't do that to anybody.
You gonna hurt my pa?
I sure am, boy.
A lot worse than he hurt me.
But why, mister, why?
That's why, boy. That's why!
He was doin' his duty when
he gave you that, wasn't he?
Sure he was.
But the duty of a bounty
hunter has a dirty smell.
Vultures get the same
smell from their work.
Look at it from my side.
A couple of .45s when
he comes in that door,
and he'll walk like me.
He'll be a cripple.
How'd you like your pa
to walk like me, boy, huh?
How'd you like that?
Don't answer him, Davey.
(dramatic theme playing)
I don't need an answer!
I already got the answer!
(gasping)
I been locked up for five
years with the answer.
I laid awake at night, and I
thought of what I'd do to him.
And I found out I wasn't
as low as a bounty hunter.
I wouldn't do what
a bounty hunter did.
I wouldn't cripple him.
I'll kill him quick and clean.
Quick and clean.
Clean, clean, clean, clean.
"The Lord is my shepherd.
"I shall not want.
DAVEY AND GRANDPA (together): "He
maketh me to lie down in green pastures.
"He leadeth me
beside the still waters.
"He restoreth my soul.
"He guideth me in the
paths of righteousness,
"for His name's sake.
"Yea, though I walk
through the valley
of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil..."
(suspenseful theme playing)
Your pa?
It's Mr. Larch.
He lives down the road a ways.
Well, I'm your uncle,
in case he asks.
Mornin', Davey.
Howdy, Mr. Larch.
I didn't know your
ma had company.
My uncle.
He's stayin' for a spell.
I didn't know your
pa had a brother.
He doesn't.
It's my mother's brother.
Well, I got a
message for your ma.
Will you tell her
your pa's in town?
As soon as he finishes
his business with the sheriff,
he'll be home.
He said to tell
you, about an hour.
This is what I came for.
Ma, Mr. Larch...
I know, Davey.
We heard.
Harv, you take the outside.
I'll be at the window.
If he tries to stable his
horse, bring him in here.
You're gonna have to
watch all four of 'em, Mooney.
Make 'em stay together.
Get on over there
with the other two.
And don't try nothin' funny,
because I don't mind
pullin' this trigger.
Sit down, Davey.
Can't we try
something, Mr. Nolan?
You behave yourself, boy.
Be a good boy, Davey.
Do what what Mr. Nolan says.
(dramatic theme playing)
There's a man at
the top of the hill.
Get back there.
All right, all of you, get
over there with Harv.
Get over there. Hurry up.
(muffled shouting)
That's right, ma'am.
You keep him quiet if you
know what's good for all of you.
(suspenseful theme playing)
Jennie!
Davey, I'm back.
Answer him, Mrs. Colby.
Jennie, didn't you hear me?
I'm back.
Here he comes.
(screaming)
Sam.
Sam!
Jennie, what's
going on in there?
Jennie.
Is it bad? My leg.
If it hadn't been for these,
I never would've found him.
Sure you won't stay on a bit,
so we can thank you
proper, Mr. Nolan?
I already stayed a little longer
than I aimed to, Mr. Colby.
Davey?
Sorry about your leg.
Don't look like
you're gonna be able
to do much
traveling for a while.
Well, as long as I can do
some work around here,
it's all right.
When bounty huntin'
gets this close to home,
I'm ready to give it up.
Sam, you promised that
was gonna be your last trip,
no matter what.
And so it was, my dear.
So it was. Mm-hm.
In spite of yourself.
Sure thank you for
the grub, Mrs. Colby.
I'm not very used
to home cookin'.
Well, thank you for
everything. You're welcome.
Goodbye, Grandpa. Goodbye, son.
Davey, uh, aren't you
gonna see me to my horse?
Whoa, Spot.
Mr. Nolan, would you tell
Mr. Favor somethin' for me?
Sure, Davey.
I guess it's all right
for him to know, now.
I mean, it's not
private any more.
Yeah?
Well, I never meant to
be disrespectful to him.
But you heard what Ma said,
about Pa promising
it was his last trip.
And he was only supposed
to be gone a week,
and it was more than two.
And Ma was gettin' so mad,
and she was packin' to leave.
But I figured...
Well, she wouldn't leave
as long as I was missin',
and maybe I could find
Pa and bring him home.
(laughs)
And I wouldn't want
Mr. Favor to think
I put him to all that
trouble for nothing.
I'll sure tell him, Davey.
Don't worry about it.
(dramatic theme playing)
(cows lowing)
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 waitin' at
the End of my ride ♪
♪ Move 'em on, head 'em up ♪
♪ Head 'em up, move 'em on ♪
♪ Move 'em on, head 'em up ♪
♪ Rawhide ♪
♪ Cut 'em out, ride 'em in ♪
♪ Ride 'em in, let 'em out ♪
♪ Cut 'em out, ride 'em in ♪
♪ Rawhide! ♪
♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪
♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪
♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪
♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪
♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪
♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪
♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪
♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪