Rawhide (1959–1965): Season 2, Episode 28 - Incident of the Murder Steer - 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 ♪
♪ 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 )
( sedate theme playing )
( cattle mooing )
( men whistling,
yelling )
FAVOR:
In those Easter newspapers,
they write about
the lawlessness
of the West.
But they don't know
what it really means
to live that way.
It means in time of trouble,
you've got no help
but the quickness
of your own right hand.
No judge but
your own good sense.
Especially on trail herd.
Most of the time
you're a hundred miles
from anyone wearing
a lawman's star.
So keeping order
is up to me.
Name's Gil Favor, trail boss.
( upbeat theme playing )
Hey.
What are you
so jumpy about?
Well, I'm not jumpy.
You just came up on
my blind side, that's all.
Yeah?
You're, um...
Nye, ain't it?
Yeah, that's right.
Andy Nye.
Can't keep you new men
straight yet.
Well, it's only been
a couple of days.
( exhales )
Why, the four of you,
all joinin' from the same town
all at once.
Is it?
Yeah. Friends, I suppose, huh?
Yeah, more or less.
Where's the one
I sent you out with?
Mac? Well, I was just
lookin' for him.
How'd you get
separated?
Well, he went up
that draw there.
I-- I guess
he thought he saw
a couple of strays
or something.
I was hazin'
those cattle over there.
Yeah, well, we ain't
got all day.
Let's go get him.
Hey, Mac!
Guess Mac don't
hear so good.
Oh, he hears all right.
Hey, wait
a minute. Look.
Look over there.
That's his horse.
ROWDY:
Yeah. Maybe
he got throwed
or hurt,
or something.
No.
No, he's dead.
What do
you mean, dead?
Look over there.
( ominous theme playing )
Hey, that must be
the stray
he was goin' after.
What's that
branded on the side?
M-U...
Murder?
Huh.
Come on.
Is he dead?
Yeah, he's dead.
Just like you said.
Been shot.
What I'd like
to know
is how'd you know
about it.
Now, where did
that steer go?
He's just gone,
that's all.
It always is.
What do you mean,
"It always is."
What is this, anyway?
You and me had
better go back to camp.
You got some
explainin' to do.
( bird chirping )
FAVOR:
And you didn't
see anyone else?
ROWDY:
Nope. No sign of anyone.
No tracks.
Nothin'.
That doesn't say
there was no one around
except
Nye here.
FAVOR:
You got anything
to say, boy.
I didn't do it.
Well, maybe it could
have been Indians passin' by.
We haven't seen hide
nor hair of redskins
for a long time.
No sign.
Yeah, that's true.
They always leave a sign
if they're about.
Yeah, and it
could have been
a stray scout,
a hunter.
Even a renegade
white.
Well, why would he want to
kill McAndrews?
He didn't even
take anything anyway.
Yeah, an Indian would
have took the horse.
Looks to me like
it might have been
one of them
grudge killings.
Someone that
didn't like him.
That'd have to be
somebody
knew him pretty well.
Better than
any of us.
How about it, Andy?
You know anybody
who didn't like him?
No, sir.
Or any reason
to kill him.
No. No, I can't
think of any.
All I know is that
he knew we were gonna
find McAndrews dead
even before
we spotted him.
How'd you know that?
Well, I--
I saw that steer.
Wanna hear more about
that steer.
You sure you weren't
seein' things?
I wasn't seein' things.
I saw "murder"
was branded right across
the side of it.
Madre de Dios.
The murder steer.
Now that's nothing
but a legend.
Maybe so,
but I saw it
with my own eyes.
And McAndrews is dead,
legend or not.
HEY SOOS:
Sí.
Wherever the murder
steer is seen,
someone dies.
It is always so,
all over the plains.
That's right.
We heard about it
back in Talbot,
when Hey Soos and me
went in for that flour and salt.
It showed up there
a few weeks back.
And since then, three people
have been murdered.
It's really got 'em
spooked.
Sí.
Where it comes from,
nobody knows where.
And disappears,
nobody knows how.
But always,
somebody is dead.
Nobody
knows why.
Or who'll be
next.
And now it's
come here.
And you brought it
with you, you Talbot men.
( tense theme playing )
McAndrews.
Dead.
Where were
you two?
Riding drag,
like you told us.
That's right,
Mr. Favor,
they was.
You know anybody
who'd want to
kill McAndrews
or any reason?
No.
I guess
the murder steer
don't need
no reason, Mr. Favor.
I don't believe in phantom
steers killin' men.
Neither do you two.
Now, who do you think
did it, and why?
I don't know.
Neither do I.
But you got an idea,
haven't you?
Maybe I have.
Maybe you think
there's gonna be more.
Maybe that too.
You'd better tell me
all about it,
everything you know.
Like, for a start...
why you four men all left
Talbot together
to join the herd.
Told you.
We were
heading up north.
It wouldn't have
anything to do
with the murders,
would it?
I don't know
anything about 'em.
And neither do you,
do you?
But McAndrews was
your friend.
Or was he?
Well...
least you're gonna
help me bury him.
Get a shovel.
Don't know as
I like it.
That murder steer
around.
Who does?
Mr. Wishbone?
How did that
murder steer get started?
Killin' folks?
It don't rightly
do the killin'.
Leastwise not for
the usual thing.
No, it's
a...omen, I guess.
Got started down
in the Pecos country
a while back.
Yeah, some jasper
murdered an unarmed
crippled rancher tryin' to
steal a steer off of him.
Saw the cripple's
friends
tracked him down,
killed him.
They got mad, and...
branded "murder"
on a steer,
and...turned him
loose on the prairie.
Now he roams
all over.
Wherever
he show up...
You think maybe
we'll see him?
Oh, shut up.
( men grunting )
( tense theme playing )
Find anything?
Yeah, there's a steer
up there all right.
And no phantom
either.
But I lost his trail
in the herd tracks.
Some wagon tracks
over a ways too.
Oh, yeah?
Not ours, huh?
Mm.
Well, I guess other wagons
come through here now and then.
I guess.
You finished?
You want to say anything
over him?
I guess not.
Suit
yourselves.
( ominous theme playing )
I got his things
for the sheriff.
Sheriff?
What sheriff?
Well, the sheriff
back in town.
But, uh...I think
we ought to send for him.
Don't you?
You think he'd come
all the way
out here?
Probably not even
in his county anymore.
Yeah, but boss--
Look...
I'm no lawman.
Neither are you.
And we got a herd
to worry about,
first of all.
You start gettin'
mixed up
with sheriffs, we're
liable to be here
till spring, waitin'
for a trial.
Yeah, but one of
these men liable
to be the killer.
Now you don't know that
for sure.
Long as they keep
their feelin' to themselves
and do their job,
it's no business of mine.
Or yours.
And as far as we know,
he could
have been hit
by a stray bullet.
Just an accident.
Come on.
( tense theme playing )
( ominous theme playing )
( tense theme playing )
( cattle mooing )
( horse snorts )
ROWDY:
Look, wagon tracks,
and they're not ours.
I guess that explains
the tracks you saw.
( horse snorts )
( horse whinnies )
Company,
Mr. Favor.
Yes, sir. Right pretty
company too.
We don't see many
folks like you, ma'am,
out here
on the trail.
Thank you.
I'm Ab Carter,
Mr. Favor,
and this is
my wife, Callie.
How do you do,
Mr. Favor?
Ma'am. This is an
unexpected pleasure.
Oh, did you come in
over the hills
there?
No, sir. We came
right along your trail,
straight from Talbot.
Talbot too.
You must know
some of these men.
Why, sure.
That's...
Andy Nye there,
ain't it?
Gus Price.
And Adair.
Sure. Howdy,
boys.
And did you know
a man named McAndrews?
Hand with the Bar K
outfit? Sure.
He here too?
He was.
He's dead.
( ominous theme playing )
You don't mean
that--
Not out here.
But we came here
for protection.
To get away
from that thing.
The murder steer?
What else?
Half the town's leavin'.
Runnin' away.
We figured if we could
ride along with you
as far as
the Arkansas settlements,
we'd be safe,
but...now...
McAndrews.
Don't make sense.
How many men
have been killed so far?
In town?
Let's see. Uh...three.
Now, four.
That's enough to start a panic.
It's that blamed
steer.
It's got 'em scared sick.
There's no tellin'...
where he'll show up next.
But to run away...
leave your home,
all your belongings.
Well, that was
Callie's idea.
( small gasp )
You didn't require
much persuasion, Ab.
Well, I guess not.
To tell the truth,
it's only because
there's no rhyme
nor reason to it.
It's--
Could be anyone, anytime,
anywhere.
Here,
for instance.
And not just
Talbot men either.
It could be
one of us.
Ai, Dios mío.
Then you will let us
ride along with you, Favor?
Just to humor
a woman's weakness,
Mr. Favor.
Make yourself
at home.
Thank you.
Yeah.
Thanks, Mr. Favor.
Thanks.
( sedate theme playing )
( thunder rumbles )
Looks like rain
before mornin'.
Oh, might have
a little shower.
Boss, you sure you know
what you're doin'?
What would
you do different?
Well, I think there's
a murderer here.
Oh?
You know who
it is?
Yeah. I think it's
Andy Nye there.
Are you sure enough
about that,
you want to
sentence him to hang?
( sighs )
Well, uh...
no.
What about
the murder steer then?
Yeah, that is
a puzzle.
I'll look around
in the morning.
Maybe there's more
killin' by then, boss.
Oh, got you panicked
too, Pete?
No.
We don't need
all the strain.
You can send 'em packin'.
Oh, I could.
Do you think that'd
stop the killin'?
Maybe any of us.
Yeah, but you said
yourself,
there's bad
marshy ground up ahead.
We need a local man
to get us through
the bogs.
And you said
Andy Nye was
the best man.
Knows the country.
Yeah, I know,
but we can get by
without him.
Sure?
But then we'd never
find out
about the murder
steer.
Well, what are you
trying to do,
play detective
or something?
Oh, I don't
think so.
But it'll show up
sooner or later.
Yeah. Well, I hope
when it does,
some of us
are still alive.
( tense theme playing )
( men yelling )
( cattle mooing )
( men whistling )
What's wrong?
Looks like some
bad weather coming up.
Wanna talk to Pete.
Yeah. Well, he's
up in front with...
Nye and Adair.
They're scoutin' bogs.
Yeah?
You see the steer?
No. But I know how
it disappeared.
Oh. How?
It was led.
Horse tracks
alongside of it.
Whoever did it
was smart though.
They led it
right into our herd tracks,
makin' it impossible
to trail.
Well, I still think it was
one of those men from Talbot.
Don't see how it could be.
Be pretty hard to
manage that steer
without someone seein' him.
You don't think they had
anything to do
with this, do you?
I didn't say that.
But if one of 'em's
behind the murders,
he's got to have
a partner on the outside,
workin' that steer
around the herd.
Yeah. That wouldn't
be hard to do,
scoutin' up in front.
There's Pete.
Come on.
( men yelling,
cattle mooing )
Where's Nye
and Adair?
Just over
that hill.
We split up lookin' for
a way through them bogs.
You find
anything?
Uh, nothin' that'll
do us that much good.
What's
the matter?
Look...
( ominous theme playing )
You sure weren't
seein' things, Rowdy.
Let's go.
Where did
he go?
Must have dropped down
into that draw.
Come on.
Wait a minute.
Down there.
( ominous theme playing )
( tense theme playing )
Ah.
It's Adair.
Is he dead?
Back of his head's caved in.
Must have been
somebody he knew
to get up
that close to him.
And it could have been
his horse kicked him too.
Oh, sure.
It could've been the steer
backed over him, huh?
Look...
FAVOR:
Nye!
( snorts )
Oh, look, Mr. Favor,
I swear--
Save it.
Better let me have your gun.
( tense theme playing )
( slow, melancholy
theme playing )
That steer could
have been hidden
down in this draw
easy enough.
Of course, uh,
you didn't
see anything of it
comin' this way,
I suppose?
No.
But I wasn't payin'
much attention.
Well, it couldn't
have gone far.
We should be able to
track it easy.
Not now.
Herd's almost here.
Storm could
break down on us.
Wanted to get
the herd
through the bogs
and onto high ground
afore night.
But what about--
Herd comes first!
It'll have to
wait.
( tense theme playing )
( cattle mooing )
Abner.
Get a hold
on yourself.
Callie, maybe
we've made a mistake.
Maybe we ought to
go back.
Ah, there's
no mistake.
And we'll go back
when the time comes.
Well, what do
you mean?
When it's safe,
of course.
( thunder rumbling )
Nye. What
is it?
They said they saw it.
Only two of you
left.
You been
ridin' drag?
Like you told me.
You better
stay there.
Plenty of company.
Be safer.
You ride up front
with me.
Back to work.
( intense theme playing )
( men yelling,
whistling )
( cattle mooing )
What's the matter?
You see somethin'
up there, Jim?
See?
Nope.
It's funny. I thought
for a minute--
What, the--?
Murder steer?
No, it's
probably nothin'.
( ominous theme playing )
( tense theme playing )
Joe!
You all right?
I guess so.
They didn't
get me yet.
WISHBONE:
Come on,
come on!
Giddyup!
Come on.
Come on. giddyup!
Giddyup there!
Boy, are you tryin'
or just standin' there?
Come on!
Giddyup!
Giddyup!
Come on.
( horse
whinnies )
All right,
all together now!
Come on!
Giddap!
( horse
whinnies )
Haul it up!
Come on.
Come on.
Blast it.
Everything's
goin' wrong.
Accidents all over
the place.
Always do when
you're in a hurry.
Or when the men
are nervous and jumpy.
And whose
fault's that?
What do you
want me to do?
Get rid of 'em all.
All of them from Talbot.
Then we can relax again.
I'm afraid it's too late
for that.
Come on, let's get movin'.
Hyah!
( horse
whinnies )
( tense theme playing )
( cattle mooing )
This is not much of
a bed ground.
It'll
have to do.
Try and
quiet 'em down.
Let's put 'em
to bed, boys.
Nye.
( thunder rumbling )
It's about time
you and me had a talk,
isn't it?
Well, it's just
there's, uh,
nothing to
talk about, Mr. Favor.
I-- I told you,
I didn't
have anything
to do with those--
I know.
You don't know who
did it or why.
But you've got an idea.
It's only an idea. And not
a very good one.
There's three dead men
back in Talbot.
They were friends
of yours too, weren't they?
Well, I--
I knew 'em.
It was more than that.
The three of them,
Gus, Adair,
McAndrews and you
were all in something
together,
weren't you?
Isn't that why
when they were killed,
you all left town
so fast and together.
You're just
guessing.
Pretty good guess,
though, isn't it?
The seven of you had
somethin' in common.
Otherwise, you wouldn't
have been picked out
and pursued.
Now, what was it?
Nothing. It--
It wasn't anything.
Look, boy.
There's only
two of you left.
That means
either Gus or you
is next on the list.
( tense theme playing )
Maybe.
Anyway, you--
You can't help.
Well, try me.
I can't. I--
I can't!
I told you,
I don't know
anything for sure.
Only two left.
It could also mean
one of the two of you
is the killer.
No. No, we're both
on that list.
I'm sure of that.
Uh, it's
somebody else.
All right. Then who?
I don't know. It--
It could be anybody.
That's what's
so frightening.
Ab Carter.
He's from Talbot.
Or his--
His wife.
That isn't very likely, is it?
Isn't it?
they're here.
I mean the woman.
Well, maybe...
Maybe she isn't everything
you think she is.
I hadn't thought too much
about what she is.
Except she is
a little bit young
to be married
to Carter.
He's rich.
That's the reason
enough, isn't it?
I guess so.
Could it be that, uh...
you were a little sweet
on her yourself?
Well, no more
than
any of the other men
in Talbot.
Anyway, that was
a long time ago.
Before she was married?
Mr. Favor, I don't go around
romancing married women.
Maybe some of
the others did,
but not me.
Could that be
what this is all about?
I don't know.
If that was her that day
with Sam Buck...
Sam Buck?
Yeah. He--
Now, listen, I--
I told you once, I don't
know anything about it.
Now, don't ask me.
Please,
just don't ask me!
Look, if you won't talk to me,
how can I help you?
Mr. Favor, all I'm asking...
is a chance to defend myself.
Now...please just
let me have
my gun back.
( sighs )
Thanks.
( tense theme playing )
I see you gave him
his gun back.
That's
right.
Look, Mr. Favor,
we've been talkin'.
And we figure this has
gone on long enough.
That so?
You gotta
do somethin', or...
we aim to.
What do you...
suggest I do?
I know what I'd do.
I'd hang a jasper up.
Nye?
You're convinced
he's the killer.
That's right,
Mr. Favor.
So am I.
I don't need
any more proof.
You don't, huh?
You've got all
the evidence you need.
And you've elected
yourself
judge and jury.
How 'bout you,
Rowdy?
You part of
this little group?
Well, uh...
no, I--
Well, I think
he's guilty.
I think...
Think we ought to
send him back to Talbot.
Oh, you're real good.
You want the law
to do the dirty work.
Dirty work? He'd get
a fair trial.
Oh, sure.
With these witnesses
testifyin'?
Then send 'em
all back to Talbot,
like I said.
The whole kit
and caboodle of 'em.
Now, sir, I hope
you don't think that
we-- my wife and I
--have anything to do
with all this.
And who does,
Mr. Carter?
CARTER:
Well, now,
it seems apparent...
much as I hate
to think it,
for I always
liked the boy--
But...he was seen
in the vicinity
not once, but twice.
MUSHY:
That's so, Mr. Favor.
And...now I come
to think of it...
seems to me
he was seen close by
one of the killings
in town too,
if I'm not
mistaken.
Are you?
No.
No, he's not.
I discovered
one of them:
Jake Davis. The first.
I went to his room.
He was a friend
of mine!
What about it,
Mr. Favor?
We'll do the job.
You say so.
Isn't that nice?
You want everybody in
on your lynching.
Just because a man
goes to visit a friend.
Because he comes
ridin' over the wrong hill
at the wrong time...
you want to string him up?
You want to kill him
out of fear?
Out of plain, stupid,
superstitious fear.
Oh, I got a bunch
to be proud of here.
How 'bout it, Teddy?
Are you proud
of yourself?
Hey Soos?
Quince?
Wishbone?
Ain't you
proud?
Now, get out of my sight.
All of you!
Uh, look, boss--
You too!
Get out!
( tense theme playing )
Thanks.
Do the same
for anyone.
Doesn't mean
I believe you.
I don't know, boss.
Hope you're right
about him,
and that
nobody else dies.
That was very commendable,
Mr. Favor.
What do you think,
Mrs. Carter?
You think Andy Nye's
the killer?
( scoffs )
How should I know?
I only know what I've heard.
You knew him
back in Talbot.
What did you
think of him then?
Oh-- Oh, he seemed
to be
a nice boy.
Boy?
Mm-hm.
Can hardly be
much younger than you.
Maybe you even
knew him better
than the others.
Oh, I liked him,
Mr. Favor, until
he got in with
a bad crowd.
You mean the dead men?
Like Jake Davis.
Yes. Yes,
they were part of it.
McAndrews? Adair?
Gus Price?
Yes.
It was really too bad.
And Sam Buck?
Sam Buck? No.
No, he never had
anything to do
with that crowd at all.
What made you think so?
Oh, just something
somebody mentioned.
Tell me about this Sam Buck.
Who is he?
Sam Buck is dead...
Mr. Favor.
He was a young man
who lived in Talbot.
But he was brutally murdered
some months ago.
You mean, before
the murder steer showed up?
Yes.
At least two months.
You think there could be
any connection?
I wouldn't know.
I suppose not.
What killed Sam Buck,
Mrs. Carter?
They never found out.
One of the dead men, maybe?
Or Andy Nye?
I couldn't
even guess.
But do you think
he might have?
Do you think him
capable?
( sighs )
I don't know.
He had a wild streak.
You never can tell for sure
what a person will do.
No, you can't, can you?
What does he say about me?
Nothin'. He didn't
even talk about you.
Except to say that it...
could be anyone
behind the murder steer.
Even a woman.
Me?
( laughs )
Bad crowd, huh?
Five of 'em dead.
Wonder why.
Can't you think
of any reason,
Mrs. Carter?
I wouldn't know.
Something must have
happened back in Talbot.
Something they were
all connected with.
Like the murder
of Sam Buck, maybe?
I lead a very sheltered life,
Mr. Favor.
I rarely go to town.
I'm afraid I can't help you.
Seems nobody can.
Or will.
Mr. Favor...
why do you care?
It's no concern
of yours.
Isn't it?
Two of my drovers
are dead so far.
Well, if you don't
think Andy Nye
is the killer,
whom do you suspect?
Nobody.
Everybody.
Even a woman.
There's somethin' I'd like
to know, Mrs. Carter.
You're not a woman
to be frightened
by much of anything.
Especially a ghost story.
Now, why did
you bring
your husband
all the way out here?
To keep him safe.
You're right. I'm not
afraid, Mr. Favor.
I'm not afraid to die
when my time comes.
But Abner...
he is.
You seem to be pretty sure
it isn't your time.
( scoffs )
What do you mean by that?
The murder steer
doesn't strike down
women, looks like.
You think you have this
all figured out,
don't you, Mr. Favor?
Well, I think you're wrong.
I think the murder steer
can strike at anyone.
Even a woman.
Even you...
Mr. Favor.
I shouldn't have said that.
We're your guests.
Why, no, Mrs. Carter.
Not at all.
Thank you
for the warning.
( tense theme playing )
( tense theme playing )
( cattle mooing )
( woman crying )
( woman screams )
What is it?
What--?
( woman panting )
I didn't--
Mrs. Carter.
It's Abner.
( ominous theme playing )
Hands are bloody
when I touched him--
What happened?
( panting ):
I don't know.
Something woke me up.
I heard something.
I--
I-- I looked outside.
I saw a...
A-- A m-man running away.
Could you see
who it was?
( whimpers )
But then I saw it
in the moonlight.
A steer.
And I knew.
And-- And I reached...
for him.
And I touched him.
Dead.
Somebody
knifed him.
Anybody seen
Andy Nye?
( whimpering )
You know
I didn't do this one.
Yeah, but
they'll never
believe it.
I gotta get out
of here.
Are you
with me?
Look, you think
you're safe here.
Maybe we can
run away
from the whole
thing.
Yeah, yeah.
Let's try anyway.
We'll grab a couple of
those night horses.
Come on.
Yeah.
You ever see it
before, Pete?
No, I never
did.
Horses.
Who's
that?!
Maybe Nye and Price
are takin' off.
Now you see
how wrong you were.
I'll go
after 'em.
No.
Rowdy, you take charge
of the herd.
I'll get 'em.
( sedate theme playing )
Whoa.
What, Andy?
We'd better look for
someplace to hole up.
Why?
You think they aren't
gonna follow us and find us?
Only chance is to
find some hideout
for a couple of days,
and let them pass on.
You check those rocks
over there,
I'll look over here.
Ho.
( ominous theme playing )
Gus. Gus!
Gus!
Yeah?
Look.
Look down there.
That means somebody's
gonna die.
What do you mean? What
are you talking about?
No.
No, Andy. No.
Gus, wait a minute. Wait--
No.
No. No.
Gus, wait a minute.
Gus, are you crazy?!
No! No!
( tense theme playing )
( gunshot )
Gus!
Come on.
( ominous theme playing )
( gunshot )
( gunshot )
Mr. Favor, I--
Don't bother
to say it.
Give me your gun.
( cocks gun )
Now, look...
I don't want to fight you.
But nobody's
gonna hang me
for killings
I didn't do.
Especially when
the proof's runnin' away
down that draw.
What proof?
The murder steer.
And we can catch it.
If you help me get my horse.
( uncocks )
( uncocks )
( dramatic theme playing )
( horse snorts )
Hey, now, there are
the tracks.
And look: here's one
of the cartridges
from the shots that got Gus.
Feel it. Still warm.
They couldn't
have gotten far.
Come on.
( uncocks )
( tense theme playing )
( gunshot )
Get down!
Quick!
He almost finished it
right there.
He must be
in those rocks
up above
that thicket.
Look out!
Think I got him
spotted.
Stay here and
keep him busy,
while I circle around.
( tense theme playing )
( groans )
Do you know him?
Sure.
That's
Hanson Buck,
Sam's kid brother.
I thought he was
in California.
Seems he came
back.
Hance.
Anyway...
I got all the rest
of 'em but you...
Andy.
Hance.
( gasps )
Well, now maybe you'd
better tell me
the whole story.
Startin' with
Sam Buck's murder,
for instance.
Well, it was...
It was Jake Davis
who had the argument
with Sam,
over a steer.
That steer.
It was Jake's, all right...
and we were friends of his,
so we...
He came over and asked us
if we'd go over to Sam's
and help him get it back.
I didn't much
want to go, but...
Go on.
Well, we...
We weren't expectin'
any trouble, but...
Sam came out, and...
And he caught us.
And he had a gun.
So Jake had to shoot him...
in self-defense.
But I-- I didn't have
any part in that, Mr. Favor.
I swear, I--
I wasn't even
wearin' a gun.
What counts is
you were there.
Now, who would have
known that?
I don't know.
Somebody must have
been in the house.
Hanson Buck?
No, he was in California.
Now, who?
Why wouldn't they report it
to the sheriff?
I don't know.
Unless they couldn't.
Unless...
Unless it was a woman.
Yeah.
A married woman.
You could have told us,
but...now...
What'll they do to me?
If they believe you...
maybe six months
in territorial prison
as accessory.
If they don't...
Don't try to make
a run for it, Andy.
No.
No, I don't guess
I could
ever outrun that anyway.
( ominous theme playing )
( intense theme playing )
( men whistling )
( cattle mooing )
What do you think?
I don't like the looks
of them bogs up ahead.
I wish we had Nye to
help us get through there.
Yeah, well...
maybe we ought to
wait for Mr. Favor.
I think we can make it.
We can try, anyhow.
( sighs )
All right.
Hey, look.
( tense theme playing )
Go on.
( yelling )
( murder steer
wailing loudly )
Price.
Dead.
Here, Hey Soos,
take care of him.
Me, señor?
FAVOR:
No phantom.
Don't worry.
Just solid beef.
Caught him
red-handed, huh?
You could say that.
( mouths ):
But...
All right, let's get to it.
Somebody get a rope.
ROWDY:
Now, wait a minute.
We can't do that.
And why not?
I think we ought to
take him
back to Talbot,
boss.
And hold up the herd
for maybe two, three days?
We'd be doin' him
a good turn, Rowdy.
Mr. Favor.
It's up to you, men.
Now, look...
wait a minute, Mr. Favor.
Y-- You know
the truth.
Do I?
I told you out there!
Don't you believe me?
Men! Shake out
your rope!
( tense theme playing )
They gonna let them
hang him?
I don't know.
'Fraid I couldn't
stop 'em now.
But then,
maybe you might.
I might?
They might listen
to a woman.
'Course then he'd
have to tell his story.
What story?
Mm, about the murder steer.
About how someone's
usin' that legend
to cover up
the revenge killin'
of seven men.
That's no concern of mine.
His idea is
it's a woman.
A pretty young woman
married to a rich old man.
A woman who couldn't speak up...
but who loved
Sam Buck enough
to avenge
his death
seven times
over.
That's crazy.
That's what I told him.
Especially since
one of the men
she was supposed to have killed
was her own husband.
Nobody'd believe that.
I know.
You could get him
to believe that
she didn't really love him.
You'd have a hard time
convincin' them
that she did it
just to avert suspicion
from herself.
You can't believe
such things about me.
Now, you can't.
Oh, my idea
is...
if it was you
behind the killings,
you'd have had to have
an accomplice.
Someone to manage the steer,
do the actual killing.
Except, of course,
your husband.
That's the only one
you would have done
by your
own hand.
Now, if we could find
an accomplice,
they'd believe Andy.
Without one...
everything does
point to him.
We're ready,
Mr. Favor.
( tense theme playing )
Why don't you
stop this?
Ms. Carter?
Got anything
you want to say?
No.
How about you, Andy?
Got anything
to say?
No.
No, not anymore.
Well, then...
that only leaves
one more.
What was the name
of that fella
we talked to
out in the draw.
Well--
That was...
That was Hanson Buck.
FAVOR:
Yeah, Hanson Buck.
I guess he's the only one
left to testify.
You're still sure
you've got nothing
to say.
I don't know what
you're talking about.
Well, I guess he'll tell us.
Where is he?
We left him
tied up out there.
When he tried to kill Andy,
he said somethin'
about him bein' the last one.
Nobody'd believe him.
It's his word against mine.
You can't prove a thing.
Not a thing.
Oh, I guess it does
prove one thing, though.
It wasn't Andy Nye.
( cocks )
Don't try to stop me.
I'm no lawman.
( tense theme playing )
( wailing )
Cuidado. Cuidado.
Cuidado! Cuidado!
( screams )
( grim theme playing )
Right on the horn.
I'm not sorry.
You took him away from me.
The only man I ever loved.
( groaning )
( breathing heavily )
I'm gonna...die.
Tell me.
Could be.
I'm scared.
Just like Abner.
( sobs )
Well...
just as well,
maybe.
If she'd called
your bluff,
you wouldn't have been able
to prove a thing,
what, with that fella
already dead.
Sure glad
you stopped us.
Oh, Nye.
You'd better get
somethin' to eat.
No. No, thanks.
I'm not hungry.
Keep up your strength.
You've gotta get us
through the bogs.
Well...wait a minute.
What about goin' back to Talbot?
Goin' back
to Talbot?
Way I see it,
the case is finished.
You were wrong
not speakin' up, but...
guess there isn't
anybody else left to care.
Except you.
Besides, we're
clean out of
Talbot County by now.
Sure. Ain't no law
out here.
Yeah. No use draggin'
the whole thing
up again.
TEDDY:
And draggin' a dead woman's
reputation in the dirt.
Yeah. Might as well
let the people
remember her the way
she was:
pretty and sweet.
Well, thanks,
Mr.--
Save your breath and get us
through the bogs.
Thanks.
Have some bread.
( man speaks indistinctly )
What a way
to die, huh?
Another victim
of the murder steer.
Yep. The last.
You cannot be
sure of that, señor.
It has disappeared
again, sí.
But it may return
at any time.
Nope.
How can you
be so sure?
You're eatin' it.
( playful theme playing )
( cattle mooing )
Head 'em up!
Move 'em out!
♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪
♪ Rollin', rollin'
Rollin' ♪
♪ Keep rollin', rollin'
Rollin' ♪
♪ Though the streams
Are swollen ♪
♪ Keep them dogies rollin' ♪
♪ Rawhide! ♪
♪ Through rain and wind
And weather ♪
♪ Hell-bent for leather ♪
♪ Wishin' my gal
Was by my side ♪
♪ All the things I'm missin' ♪
♪ Good vittles
Love and kissin' ♪
♪ Are waiting at the end
Of my ride ♪
♪ Move 'em on, head 'em up
Head 'em up, move 'em on ♪
♪ Move 'em on, head 'em up
Rawhide ♪
♪ 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' ♪
( 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 )
( sedate theme playing )
( cattle mooing )
( men whistling,
yelling )
FAVOR:
In those Easter newspapers,
they write about
the lawlessness
of the West.
But they don't know
what it really means
to live that way.
It means in time of trouble,
you've got no help
but the quickness
of your own right hand.
No judge but
your own good sense.
Especially on trail herd.
Most of the time
you're a hundred miles
from anyone wearing
a lawman's star.
So keeping order
is up to me.
Name's Gil Favor, trail boss.
( upbeat theme playing )
Hey.
What are you
so jumpy about?
Well, I'm not jumpy.
You just came up on
my blind side, that's all.
Yeah?
You're, um...
Nye, ain't it?
Yeah, that's right.
Andy Nye.
Can't keep you new men
straight yet.
Well, it's only been
a couple of days.
( exhales )
Why, the four of you,
all joinin' from the same town
all at once.
Is it?
Yeah. Friends, I suppose, huh?
Yeah, more or less.
Where's the one
I sent you out with?
Mac? Well, I was just
lookin' for him.
How'd you get
separated?
Well, he went up
that draw there.
I-- I guess
he thought he saw
a couple of strays
or something.
I was hazin'
those cattle over there.
Yeah, well, we ain't
got all day.
Let's go get him.
Hey, Mac!
Guess Mac don't
hear so good.
Oh, he hears all right.
Hey, wait
a minute. Look.
Look over there.
That's his horse.
ROWDY:
Yeah. Maybe
he got throwed
or hurt,
or something.
No.
No, he's dead.
What do
you mean, dead?
Look over there.
( ominous theme playing )
Hey, that must be
the stray
he was goin' after.
What's that
branded on the side?
M-U...
Murder?
Huh.
Come on.
Is he dead?
Yeah, he's dead.
Just like you said.
Been shot.
What I'd like
to know
is how'd you know
about it.
Now, where did
that steer go?
He's just gone,
that's all.
It always is.
What do you mean,
"It always is."
What is this, anyway?
You and me had
better go back to camp.
You got some
explainin' to do.
( bird chirping )
FAVOR:
And you didn't
see anyone else?
ROWDY:
Nope. No sign of anyone.
No tracks.
Nothin'.
That doesn't say
there was no one around
except
Nye here.
FAVOR:
You got anything
to say, boy.
I didn't do it.
Well, maybe it could
have been Indians passin' by.
We haven't seen hide
nor hair of redskins
for a long time.
No sign.
Yeah, that's true.
They always leave a sign
if they're about.
Yeah, and it
could have been
a stray scout,
a hunter.
Even a renegade
white.
Well, why would he want to
kill McAndrews?
He didn't even
take anything anyway.
Yeah, an Indian would
have took the horse.
Looks to me like
it might have been
one of them
grudge killings.
Someone that
didn't like him.
That'd have to be
somebody
knew him pretty well.
Better than
any of us.
How about it, Andy?
You know anybody
who didn't like him?
No, sir.
Or any reason
to kill him.
No. No, I can't
think of any.
All I know is that
he knew we were gonna
find McAndrews dead
even before
we spotted him.
How'd you know that?
Well, I--
I saw that steer.
Wanna hear more about
that steer.
You sure you weren't
seein' things?
I wasn't seein' things.
I saw "murder"
was branded right across
the side of it.
Madre de Dios.
The murder steer.
Now that's nothing
but a legend.
Maybe so,
but I saw it
with my own eyes.
And McAndrews is dead,
legend or not.
HEY SOOS:
Sí.
Wherever the murder
steer is seen,
someone dies.
It is always so,
all over the plains.
That's right.
We heard about it
back in Talbot,
when Hey Soos and me
went in for that flour and salt.
It showed up there
a few weeks back.
And since then, three people
have been murdered.
It's really got 'em
spooked.
Sí.
Where it comes from,
nobody knows where.
And disappears,
nobody knows how.
But always,
somebody is dead.
Nobody
knows why.
Or who'll be
next.
And now it's
come here.
And you brought it
with you, you Talbot men.
( tense theme playing )
McAndrews.
Dead.
Where were
you two?
Riding drag,
like you told us.
That's right,
Mr. Favor,
they was.
You know anybody
who'd want to
kill McAndrews
or any reason?
No.
I guess
the murder steer
don't need
no reason, Mr. Favor.
I don't believe in phantom
steers killin' men.
Neither do you two.
Now, who do you think
did it, and why?
I don't know.
Neither do I.
But you got an idea,
haven't you?
Maybe I have.
Maybe you think
there's gonna be more.
Maybe that too.
You'd better tell me
all about it,
everything you know.
Like, for a start...
why you four men all left
Talbot together
to join the herd.
Told you.
We were
heading up north.
It wouldn't have
anything to do
with the murders,
would it?
I don't know
anything about 'em.
And neither do you,
do you?
But McAndrews was
your friend.
Or was he?
Well...
least you're gonna
help me bury him.
Get a shovel.
Don't know as
I like it.
That murder steer
around.
Who does?
Mr. Wishbone?
How did that
murder steer get started?
Killin' folks?
It don't rightly
do the killin'.
Leastwise not for
the usual thing.
No, it's
a...omen, I guess.
Got started down
in the Pecos country
a while back.
Yeah, some jasper
murdered an unarmed
crippled rancher tryin' to
steal a steer off of him.
Saw the cripple's
friends
tracked him down,
killed him.
They got mad, and...
branded "murder"
on a steer,
and...turned him
loose on the prairie.
Now he roams
all over.
Wherever
he show up...
You think maybe
we'll see him?
Oh, shut up.
( men grunting )
( tense theme playing )
Find anything?
Yeah, there's a steer
up there all right.
And no phantom
either.
But I lost his trail
in the herd tracks.
Some wagon tracks
over a ways too.
Oh, yeah?
Not ours, huh?
Mm.
Well, I guess other wagons
come through here now and then.
I guess.
You finished?
You want to say anything
over him?
I guess not.
Suit
yourselves.
( ominous theme playing )
I got his things
for the sheriff.
Sheriff?
What sheriff?
Well, the sheriff
back in town.
But, uh...I think
we ought to send for him.
Don't you?
You think he'd come
all the way
out here?
Probably not even
in his county anymore.
Yeah, but boss--
Look...
I'm no lawman.
Neither are you.
And we got a herd
to worry about,
first of all.
You start gettin'
mixed up
with sheriffs, we're
liable to be here
till spring, waitin'
for a trial.
Yeah, but one of
these men liable
to be the killer.
Now you don't know that
for sure.
Long as they keep
their feelin' to themselves
and do their job,
it's no business of mine.
Or yours.
And as far as we know,
he could
have been hit
by a stray bullet.
Just an accident.
Come on.
( tense theme playing )
( ominous theme playing )
( tense theme playing )
( cattle mooing )
( horse snorts )
ROWDY:
Look, wagon tracks,
and they're not ours.
I guess that explains
the tracks you saw.
( horse snorts )
( horse whinnies )
Company,
Mr. Favor.
Yes, sir. Right pretty
company too.
We don't see many
folks like you, ma'am,
out here
on the trail.
Thank you.
I'm Ab Carter,
Mr. Favor,
and this is
my wife, Callie.
How do you do,
Mr. Favor?
Ma'am. This is an
unexpected pleasure.
Oh, did you come in
over the hills
there?
No, sir. We came
right along your trail,
straight from Talbot.
Talbot too.
You must know
some of these men.
Why, sure.
That's...
Andy Nye there,
ain't it?
Gus Price.
And Adair.
Sure. Howdy,
boys.
And did you know
a man named McAndrews?
Hand with the Bar K
outfit? Sure.
He here too?
He was.
He's dead.
( ominous theme playing )
You don't mean
that--
Not out here.
But we came here
for protection.
To get away
from that thing.
The murder steer?
What else?
Half the town's leavin'.
Runnin' away.
We figured if we could
ride along with you
as far as
the Arkansas settlements,
we'd be safe,
but...now...
McAndrews.
Don't make sense.
How many men
have been killed so far?
In town?
Let's see. Uh...three.
Now, four.
That's enough to start a panic.
It's that blamed
steer.
It's got 'em scared sick.
There's no tellin'...
where he'll show up next.
But to run away...
leave your home,
all your belongings.
Well, that was
Callie's idea.
( small gasp )
You didn't require
much persuasion, Ab.
Well, I guess not.
To tell the truth,
it's only because
there's no rhyme
nor reason to it.
It's--
Could be anyone, anytime,
anywhere.
Here,
for instance.
And not just
Talbot men either.
It could be
one of us.
Ai, Dios mío.
Then you will let us
ride along with you, Favor?
Just to humor
a woman's weakness,
Mr. Favor.
Make yourself
at home.
Thank you.
Yeah.
Thanks, Mr. Favor.
Thanks.
( sedate theme playing )
( thunder rumbles )
Looks like rain
before mornin'.
Oh, might have
a little shower.
Boss, you sure you know
what you're doin'?
What would
you do different?
Well, I think there's
a murderer here.
Oh?
You know who
it is?
Yeah. I think it's
Andy Nye there.
Are you sure enough
about that,
you want to
sentence him to hang?
( sighs )
Well, uh...
no.
What about
the murder steer then?
Yeah, that is
a puzzle.
I'll look around
in the morning.
Maybe there's more
killin' by then, boss.
Oh, got you panicked
too, Pete?
No.
We don't need
all the strain.
You can send 'em packin'.
Oh, I could.
Do you think that'd
stop the killin'?
Maybe any of us.
Yeah, but you said
yourself,
there's bad
marshy ground up ahead.
We need a local man
to get us through
the bogs.
And you said
Andy Nye was
the best man.
Knows the country.
Yeah, I know,
but we can get by
without him.
Sure?
But then we'd never
find out
about the murder
steer.
Well, what are you
trying to do,
play detective
or something?
Oh, I don't
think so.
But it'll show up
sooner or later.
Yeah. Well, I hope
when it does,
some of us
are still alive.
( tense theme playing )
( men yelling )
( cattle mooing )
( men whistling )
What's wrong?
Looks like some
bad weather coming up.
Wanna talk to Pete.
Yeah. Well, he's
up in front with...
Nye and Adair.
They're scoutin' bogs.
Yeah?
You see the steer?
No. But I know how
it disappeared.
Oh. How?
It was led.
Horse tracks
alongside of it.
Whoever did it
was smart though.
They led it
right into our herd tracks,
makin' it impossible
to trail.
Well, I still think it was
one of those men from Talbot.
Don't see how it could be.
Be pretty hard to
manage that steer
without someone seein' him.
You don't think they had
anything to do
with this, do you?
I didn't say that.
But if one of 'em's
behind the murders,
he's got to have
a partner on the outside,
workin' that steer
around the herd.
Yeah. That wouldn't
be hard to do,
scoutin' up in front.
There's Pete.
Come on.
( men yelling,
cattle mooing )
Where's Nye
and Adair?
Just over
that hill.
We split up lookin' for
a way through them bogs.
You find
anything?
Uh, nothin' that'll
do us that much good.
What's
the matter?
Look...
( ominous theme playing )
You sure weren't
seein' things, Rowdy.
Let's go.
Where did
he go?
Must have dropped down
into that draw.
Come on.
Wait a minute.
Down there.
( ominous theme playing )
( tense theme playing )
Ah.
It's Adair.
Is he dead?
Back of his head's caved in.
Must have been
somebody he knew
to get up
that close to him.
And it could have been
his horse kicked him too.
Oh, sure.
It could've been the steer
backed over him, huh?
Look...
FAVOR:
Nye!
( snorts )
Oh, look, Mr. Favor,
I swear--
Save it.
Better let me have your gun.
( tense theme playing )
( slow, melancholy
theme playing )
That steer could
have been hidden
down in this draw
easy enough.
Of course, uh,
you didn't
see anything of it
comin' this way,
I suppose?
No.
But I wasn't payin'
much attention.
Well, it couldn't
have gone far.
We should be able to
track it easy.
Not now.
Herd's almost here.
Storm could
break down on us.
Wanted to get
the herd
through the bogs
and onto high ground
afore night.
But what about--
Herd comes first!
It'll have to
wait.
( tense theme playing )
( cattle mooing )
Abner.
Get a hold
on yourself.
Callie, maybe
we've made a mistake.
Maybe we ought to
go back.
Ah, there's
no mistake.
And we'll go back
when the time comes.
Well, what do
you mean?
When it's safe,
of course.
( thunder rumbling )
Nye. What
is it?
They said they saw it.
Only two of you
left.
You been
ridin' drag?
Like you told me.
You better
stay there.
Plenty of company.
Be safer.
You ride up front
with me.
Back to work.
( intense theme playing )
( men yelling,
whistling )
( cattle mooing )
What's the matter?
You see somethin'
up there, Jim?
See?
Nope.
It's funny. I thought
for a minute--
What, the--?
Murder steer?
No, it's
probably nothin'.
( ominous theme playing )
( tense theme playing )
Joe!
You all right?
I guess so.
They didn't
get me yet.
WISHBONE:
Come on,
come on!
Giddyup!
Come on.
Come on. giddyup!
Giddyup there!
Boy, are you tryin'
or just standin' there?
Come on!
Giddyup!
Giddyup!
Come on.
( horse
whinnies )
All right,
all together now!
Come on!
Giddap!
( horse
whinnies )
Haul it up!
Come on.
Come on.
Blast it.
Everything's
goin' wrong.
Accidents all over
the place.
Always do when
you're in a hurry.
Or when the men
are nervous and jumpy.
And whose
fault's that?
What do you
want me to do?
Get rid of 'em all.
All of them from Talbot.
Then we can relax again.
I'm afraid it's too late
for that.
Come on, let's get movin'.
Hyah!
( horse
whinnies )
( tense theme playing )
( cattle mooing )
This is not much of
a bed ground.
It'll
have to do.
Try and
quiet 'em down.
Let's put 'em
to bed, boys.
Nye.
( thunder rumbling )
It's about time
you and me had a talk,
isn't it?
Well, it's just
there's, uh,
nothing to
talk about, Mr. Favor.
I-- I told you,
I didn't
have anything
to do with those--
I know.
You don't know who
did it or why.
But you've got an idea.
It's only an idea. And not
a very good one.
There's three dead men
back in Talbot.
They were friends
of yours too, weren't they?
Well, I--
I knew 'em.
It was more than that.
The three of them,
Gus, Adair,
McAndrews and you
were all in something
together,
weren't you?
Isn't that why
when they were killed,
you all left town
so fast and together.
You're just
guessing.
Pretty good guess,
though, isn't it?
The seven of you had
somethin' in common.
Otherwise, you wouldn't
have been picked out
and pursued.
Now, what was it?
Nothing. It--
It wasn't anything.
Look, boy.
There's only
two of you left.
That means
either Gus or you
is next on the list.
( tense theme playing )
Maybe.
Anyway, you--
You can't help.
Well, try me.
I can't. I--
I can't!
I told you,
I don't know
anything for sure.
Only two left.
It could also mean
one of the two of you
is the killer.
No. No, we're both
on that list.
I'm sure of that.
Uh, it's
somebody else.
All right. Then who?
I don't know. It--
It could be anybody.
That's what's
so frightening.
Ab Carter.
He's from Talbot.
Or his--
His wife.
That isn't very likely, is it?
Isn't it?
they're here.
I mean the woman.
Well, maybe...
Maybe she isn't everything
you think she is.
I hadn't thought too much
about what she is.
Except she is
a little bit young
to be married
to Carter.
He's rich.
That's the reason
enough, isn't it?
I guess so.
Could it be that, uh...
you were a little sweet
on her yourself?
Well, no more
than
any of the other men
in Talbot.
Anyway, that was
a long time ago.
Before she was married?
Mr. Favor, I don't go around
romancing married women.
Maybe some of
the others did,
but not me.
Could that be
what this is all about?
I don't know.
If that was her that day
with Sam Buck...
Sam Buck?
Yeah. He--
Now, listen, I--
I told you once, I don't
know anything about it.
Now, don't ask me.
Please,
just don't ask me!
Look, if you won't talk to me,
how can I help you?
Mr. Favor, all I'm asking...
is a chance to defend myself.
Now...please just
let me have
my gun back.
( sighs )
Thanks.
( tense theme playing )
I see you gave him
his gun back.
That's
right.
Look, Mr. Favor,
we've been talkin'.
And we figure this has
gone on long enough.
That so?
You gotta
do somethin', or...
we aim to.
What do you...
suggest I do?
I know what I'd do.
I'd hang a jasper up.
Nye?
You're convinced
he's the killer.
That's right,
Mr. Favor.
So am I.
I don't need
any more proof.
You don't, huh?
You've got all
the evidence you need.
And you've elected
yourself
judge and jury.
How 'bout you,
Rowdy?
You part of
this little group?
Well, uh...
no, I--
Well, I think
he's guilty.
I think...
Think we ought to
send him back to Talbot.
Oh, you're real good.
You want the law
to do the dirty work.
Dirty work? He'd get
a fair trial.
Oh, sure.
With these witnesses
testifyin'?
Then send 'em
all back to Talbot,
like I said.
The whole kit
and caboodle of 'em.
Now, sir, I hope
you don't think that
we-- my wife and I
--have anything to do
with all this.
And who does,
Mr. Carter?
CARTER:
Well, now,
it seems apparent...
much as I hate
to think it,
for I always
liked the boy--
But...he was seen
in the vicinity
not once, but twice.
MUSHY:
That's so, Mr. Favor.
And...now I come
to think of it...
seems to me
he was seen close by
one of the killings
in town too,
if I'm not
mistaken.
Are you?
No.
No, he's not.
I discovered
one of them:
Jake Davis. The first.
I went to his room.
He was a friend
of mine!
What about it,
Mr. Favor?
We'll do the job.
You say so.
Isn't that nice?
You want everybody in
on your lynching.
Just because a man
goes to visit a friend.
Because he comes
ridin' over the wrong hill
at the wrong time...
you want to string him up?
You want to kill him
out of fear?
Out of plain, stupid,
superstitious fear.
Oh, I got a bunch
to be proud of here.
How 'bout it, Teddy?
Are you proud
of yourself?
Hey Soos?
Quince?
Wishbone?
Ain't you
proud?
Now, get out of my sight.
All of you!
Uh, look, boss--
You too!
Get out!
( tense theme playing )
Thanks.
Do the same
for anyone.
Doesn't mean
I believe you.
I don't know, boss.
Hope you're right
about him,
and that
nobody else dies.
That was very commendable,
Mr. Favor.
What do you think,
Mrs. Carter?
You think Andy Nye's
the killer?
( scoffs )
How should I know?
I only know what I've heard.
You knew him
back in Talbot.
What did you
think of him then?
Oh-- Oh, he seemed
to be
a nice boy.
Boy?
Mm-hm.
Can hardly be
much younger than you.
Maybe you even
knew him better
than the others.
Oh, I liked him,
Mr. Favor, until
he got in with
a bad crowd.
You mean the dead men?
Like Jake Davis.
Yes. Yes,
they were part of it.
McAndrews? Adair?
Gus Price?
Yes.
It was really too bad.
And Sam Buck?
Sam Buck? No.
No, he never had
anything to do
with that crowd at all.
What made you think so?
Oh, just something
somebody mentioned.
Tell me about this Sam Buck.
Who is he?
Sam Buck is dead...
Mr. Favor.
He was a young man
who lived in Talbot.
But he was brutally murdered
some months ago.
You mean, before
the murder steer showed up?
Yes.
At least two months.
You think there could be
any connection?
I wouldn't know.
I suppose not.
What killed Sam Buck,
Mrs. Carter?
They never found out.
One of the dead men, maybe?
Or Andy Nye?
I couldn't
even guess.
But do you think
he might have?
Do you think him
capable?
( sighs )
I don't know.
He had a wild streak.
You never can tell for sure
what a person will do.
No, you can't, can you?
What does he say about me?
Nothin'. He didn't
even talk about you.
Except to say that it...
could be anyone
behind the murder steer.
Even a woman.
Me?
( laughs )
Bad crowd, huh?
Five of 'em dead.
Wonder why.
Can't you think
of any reason,
Mrs. Carter?
I wouldn't know.
Something must have
happened back in Talbot.
Something they were
all connected with.
Like the murder
of Sam Buck, maybe?
I lead a very sheltered life,
Mr. Favor.
I rarely go to town.
I'm afraid I can't help you.
Seems nobody can.
Or will.
Mr. Favor...
why do you care?
It's no concern
of yours.
Isn't it?
Two of my drovers
are dead so far.
Well, if you don't
think Andy Nye
is the killer,
whom do you suspect?
Nobody.
Everybody.
Even a woman.
There's somethin' I'd like
to know, Mrs. Carter.
You're not a woman
to be frightened
by much of anything.
Especially a ghost story.
Now, why did
you bring
your husband
all the way out here?
To keep him safe.
You're right. I'm not
afraid, Mr. Favor.
I'm not afraid to die
when my time comes.
But Abner...
he is.
You seem to be pretty sure
it isn't your time.
( scoffs )
What do you mean by that?
The murder steer
doesn't strike down
women, looks like.
You think you have this
all figured out,
don't you, Mr. Favor?
Well, I think you're wrong.
I think the murder steer
can strike at anyone.
Even a woman.
Even you...
Mr. Favor.
I shouldn't have said that.
We're your guests.
Why, no, Mrs. Carter.
Not at all.
Thank you
for the warning.
( tense theme playing )
( tense theme playing )
( cattle mooing )
( woman crying )
( woman screams )
What is it?
What--?
( woman panting )
I didn't--
Mrs. Carter.
It's Abner.
( ominous theme playing )
Hands are bloody
when I touched him--
What happened?
( panting ):
I don't know.
Something woke me up.
I heard something.
I--
I-- I looked outside.
I saw a...
A-- A m-man running away.
Could you see
who it was?
( whimpers )
But then I saw it
in the moonlight.
A steer.
And I knew.
And-- And I reached...
for him.
And I touched him.
Dead.
Somebody
knifed him.
Anybody seen
Andy Nye?
( whimpering )
You know
I didn't do this one.
Yeah, but
they'll never
believe it.
I gotta get out
of here.
Are you
with me?
Look, you think
you're safe here.
Maybe we can
run away
from the whole
thing.
Yeah, yeah.
Let's try anyway.
We'll grab a couple of
those night horses.
Come on.
Yeah.
You ever see it
before, Pete?
No, I never
did.
Horses.
Who's
that?!
Maybe Nye and Price
are takin' off.
Now you see
how wrong you were.
I'll go
after 'em.
No.
Rowdy, you take charge
of the herd.
I'll get 'em.
( sedate theme playing )
Whoa.
What, Andy?
We'd better look for
someplace to hole up.
Why?
You think they aren't
gonna follow us and find us?
Only chance is to
find some hideout
for a couple of days,
and let them pass on.
You check those rocks
over there,
I'll look over here.
Ho.
( ominous theme playing )
Gus. Gus!
Gus!
Yeah?
Look.
Look down there.
That means somebody's
gonna die.
What do you mean? What
are you talking about?
No.
No, Andy. No.
Gus, wait a minute. Wait--
No.
No. No.
Gus, wait a minute.
Gus, are you crazy?!
No! No!
( tense theme playing )
( gunshot )
Gus!
Come on.
( ominous theme playing )
( gunshot )
( gunshot )
Mr. Favor, I--
Don't bother
to say it.
Give me your gun.
( cocks gun )
Now, look...
I don't want to fight you.
But nobody's
gonna hang me
for killings
I didn't do.
Especially when
the proof's runnin' away
down that draw.
What proof?
The murder steer.
And we can catch it.
If you help me get my horse.
( uncocks )
( uncocks )
( dramatic theme playing )
( horse snorts )
Hey, now, there are
the tracks.
And look: here's one
of the cartridges
from the shots that got Gus.
Feel it. Still warm.
They couldn't
have gotten far.
Come on.
( uncocks )
( tense theme playing )
( gunshot )
Get down!
Quick!
He almost finished it
right there.
He must be
in those rocks
up above
that thicket.
Look out!
Think I got him
spotted.
Stay here and
keep him busy,
while I circle around.
( tense theme playing )
( groans )
Do you know him?
Sure.
That's
Hanson Buck,
Sam's kid brother.
I thought he was
in California.
Seems he came
back.
Hance.
Anyway...
I got all the rest
of 'em but you...
Andy.
Hance.
( gasps )
Well, now maybe you'd
better tell me
the whole story.
Startin' with
Sam Buck's murder,
for instance.
Well, it was...
It was Jake Davis
who had the argument
with Sam,
over a steer.
That steer.
It was Jake's, all right...
and we were friends of his,
so we...
He came over and asked us
if we'd go over to Sam's
and help him get it back.
I didn't much
want to go, but...
Go on.
Well, we...
We weren't expectin'
any trouble, but...
Sam came out, and...
And he caught us.
And he had a gun.
So Jake had to shoot him...
in self-defense.
But I-- I didn't have
any part in that, Mr. Favor.
I swear, I--
I wasn't even
wearin' a gun.
What counts is
you were there.
Now, who would have
known that?
I don't know.
Somebody must have
been in the house.
Hanson Buck?
No, he was in California.
Now, who?
Why wouldn't they report it
to the sheriff?
I don't know.
Unless they couldn't.
Unless...
Unless it was a woman.
Yeah.
A married woman.
You could have told us,
but...now...
What'll they do to me?
If they believe you...
maybe six months
in territorial prison
as accessory.
If they don't...
Don't try to make
a run for it, Andy.
No.
No, I don't guess
I could
ever outrun that anyway.
( ominous theme playing )
( intense theme playing )
( men whistling )
( cattle mooing )
What do you think?
I don't like the looks
of them bogs up ahead.
I wish we had Nye to
help us get through there.
Yeah, well...
maybe we ought to
wait for Mr. Favor.
I think we can make it.
We can try, anyhow.
( sighs )
All right.
Hey, look.
( tense theme playing )
Go on.
( yelling )
( murder steer
wailing loudly )
Price.
Dead.
Here, Hey Soos,
take care of him.
Me, señor?
FAVOR:
No phantom.
Don't worry.
Just solid beef.
Caught him
red-handed, huh?
You could say that.
( mouths ):
But...
All right, let's get to it.
Somebody get a rope.
ROWDY:
Now, wait a minute.
We can't do that.
And why not?
I think we ought to
take him
back to Talbot,
boss.
And hold up the herd
for maybe two, three days?
We'd be doin' him
a good turn, Rowdy.
Mr. Favor.
It's up to you, men.
Now, look...
wait a minute, Mr. Favor.
Y-- You know
the truth.
Do I?
I told you out there!
Don't you believe me?
Men! Shake out
your rope!
( tense theme playing )
They gonna let them
hang him?
I don't know.
'Fraid I couldn't
stop 'em now.
But then,
maybe you might.
I might?
They might listen
to a woman.
'Course then he'd
have to tell his story.
What story?
Mm, about the murder steer.
About how someone's
usin' that legend
to cover up
the revenge killin'
of seven men.
That's no concern of mine.
His idea is
it's a woman.
A pretty young woman
married to a rich old man.
A woman who couldn't speak up...
but who loved
Sam Buck enough
to avenge
his death
seven times
over.
That's crazy.
That's what I told him.
Especially since
one of the men
she was supposed to have killed
was her own husband.
Nobody'd believe that.
I know.
You could get him
to believe that
she didn't really love him.
You'd have a hard time
convincin' them
that she did it
just to avert suspicion
from herself.
You can't believe
such things about me.
Now, you can't.
Oh, my idea
is...
if it was you
behind the killings,
you'd have had to have
an accomplice.
Someone to manage the steer,
do the actual killing.
Except, of course,
your husband.
That's the only one
you would have done
by your
own hand.
Now, if we could find
an accomplice,
they'd believe Andy.
Without one...
everything does
point to him.
We're ready,
Mr. Favor.
( tense theme playing )
Why don't you
stop this?
Ms. Carter?
Got anything
you want to say?
No.
How about you, Andy?
Got anything
to say?
No.
No, not anymore.
Well, then...
that only leaves
one more.
What was the name
of that fella
we talked to
out in the draw.
Well--
That was...
That was Hanson Buck.
FAVOR:
Yeah, Hanson Buck.
I guess he's the only one
left to testify.
You're still sure
you've got nothing
to say.
I don't know what
you're talking about.
Well, I guess he'll tell us.
Where is he?
We left him
tied up out there.
When he tried to kill Andy,
he said somethin'
about him bein' the last one.
Nobody'd believe him.
It's his word against mine.
You can't prove a thing.
Not a thing.
Oh, I guess it does
prove one thing, though.
It wasn't Andy Nye.
( cocks )
Don't try to stop me.
I'm no lawman.
( tense theme playing )
( wailing )
Cuidado. Cuidado.
Cuidado! Cuidado!
( screams )
( grim theme playing )
Right on the horn.
I'm not sorry.
You took him away from me.
The only man I ever loved.
( groaning )
( breathing heavily )
I'm gonna...die.
Tell me.
Could be.
I'm scared.
Just like Abner.
( sobs )
Well...
just as well,
maybe.
If she'd called
your bluff,
you wouldn't have been able
to prove a thing,
what, with that fella
already dead.
Sure glad
you stopped us.
Oh, Nye.
You'd better get
somethin' to eat.
No. No, thanks.
I'm not hungry.
Keep up your strength.
You've gotta get us
through the bogs.
Well...wait a minute.
What about goin' back to Talbot?
Goin' back
to Talbot?
Way I see it,
the case is finished.
You were wrong
not speakin' up, but...
guess there isn't
anybody else left to care.
Except you.
Besides, we're
clean out of
Talbot County by now.
Sure. Ain't no law
out here.
Yeah. No use draggin'
the whole thing
up again.
TEDDY:
And draggin' a dead woman's
reputation in the dirt.
Yeah. Might as well
let the people
remember her the way
she was:
pretty and sweet.
Well, thanks,
Mr.--
Save your breath and get us
through the bogs.
Thanks.
Have some bread.
( man speaks indistinctly )
What a way
to die, huh?
Another victim
of the murder steer.
Yep. The last.
You cannot be
sure of that, señor.
It has disappeared
again, sí.
But it may return
at any time.
Nope.
How can you
be so sure?
You're eatin' it.
( playful theme playing )
( cattle mooing )
Head 'em up!
Move 'em out!
♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪
♪ Rollin', rollin'
Rollin' ♪
♪ Keep rollin', rollin'
Rollin' ♪
♪ Though the streams
Are swollen ♪
♪ Keep them dogies rollin' ♪
♪ Rawhide! ♪
♪ Through rain and wind
And weather ♪
♪ Hell-bent for leather ♪
♪ Wishin' my gal
Was by my side ♪
♪ All the things I'm missin' ♪
♪ Good vittles
Love and kissin' ♪
♪ Are waiting at the end
Of my ride ♪
♪ Move 'em on, head 'em up
Head 'em up, move 'em on ♪
♪ Move 'em on, head 'em up
Rawhide ♪
♪ 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' ♪