Rawhide (1959–1965): Season 2, Episode 3 - Incident at Dangerfield Dip - full transcript
A dying woman stumbles into the cattle drive. Her husband, a feared gunslinger turned rancher, soon shows up and accuses the drovers of shooting her. Gil & Rowdy fear that their cattle are coming down with a deadly disease, so they turn the herd towards the Rodney Dangerfield chemical dipping station, on the widowed rancher's recommendation.
Hyah!
( whip cracks )
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♪ Though they're disapprovin' ♪
♪ Keep them dogies movin' ♪
♪ Rawhide! ♪
♪ Don't try
To understand 'em ♪
♪ Just rope, throw
And brand 'em ♪
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High and wide ♪
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♪ 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
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♪ Cut 'em out
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Hyah!
( whip cracks )
Hyah!
( whip cracks )
♪ Rawhide! ♪
Hyah!
( whip cracks )
( whip cracks )
( Western theme playing )
( cattle mooing )
( man whistles )
( men yelling indistinctively )
( cattle mooing )
FAVOR:
On the trail to Sedalia,
Missouri, from day to day,
you fall into the habit
of trying to read your men.
Guess what makes them tick.
But you don't
make much headway.
Isn't easy
to figure grown-up humans
who'd take this kind
of a life
for thirty bucks
a month and keep.
So you finally give up.
And you're just glad
there's a breed like 'em
to get the beeves
to where they're going.
I got a good reason
to be glad.
My name's Gil Favor,
trail boss.
( cattle mooing )
( men yelling indistinctively )
( mellow theme playing )
( sighs )
Pete.
Nope.
Come on, Pete,
you're the only one
that's out there that
knows how to sew right.
No doubt about that.
Oh, I don't know,
I've...been working
on this thing
for about two days.
All I seem to get
is a thumb
that looks like
a sieve.
( suspenseful theme playing )
( sighs )
( panting )
Help me.
Help me.
Somebody
help me.
Please won't
somebody help me.
He's out there.
What?
No, no.
I-- I'll be all right.
( sobs )
You've gotta
get him.
He's out there.
( groans )
Pete, Rowdy, take
a look around out there.
See if you see anybody.
Be careful.
Wishbone,
medicine chest.
Gunshot wound.
Not too bad.
Bet she's lost
a lot of blood.
( sighs )
( crying ):
Oh.
Why don't you help-- ?
Easy.
Hel-- Oh.
The men will help.
Now lie still
and don't try to talk.
( crying ):
But they'll kill him.
They?
( sobbing )
My husband made us
ride away...
while he held them off.
( crying ):
Oh, please. He's-- He's just--
I'm afraid It'd be a waste
of water now, Mr. Favor.
( dramatic theme playing )
Quince. First thing
in the morning,
you and Scarlet
dig a grave.
Yes,
sir.
No sign of anybody
out there.
Pete, how much tracking
could you do
at this time
of night?
Hardly any.
Well,
I'll make a marker.
What name
shall I put on it?
She didn't say.
Nobody ought to be laid
to rest without a name.
The Lord giveth,
the Lord taketh away.
Blessed be the name
of the Lord.
Amen.
Wish, how do you think
she got shot, anyway?
Oh, probably a stray.
A rifle slug.
Didn't go very deep,
so it was nearly spent.
( baby crying )
W-what was that?
Sounded
like a baby.
No, not
out here.
Oh,
let's find it.
( baby gurgles )
Hey, over here.
( gurgles )
WISHBONE:
Well, don't just squat there.
Pick it up.
Ooh. Uh...
Pick it up.
No, y-- You pick
it up, Wish.
( gurgling )
Heh.
What's the matter?
( sighs )
I don't know,
it's...just so little.
So that's what she wanted us
to hunt for last night.
I-is it all right?
Well,
don't ask me.
Oh.
No.
No.
Sounded
healthy enough.
Must have seen our fire
and not had enough strength
to carry it on in.
Well, at least she tried
to put it where the snakes
and coyotes
wouldn't get it.
Hey, Pete,
you--
You better try and
backtrack that woman.
You come on back
when you can.
All right.
( gurgles )
Hey, now, you fellas...
who's gonna take this thing?
( playful theme playing )
Now, Mr. Favor, who's gonna
take care of this thing?
Heh.
Oh, no.
Not me.
I gotta draw
the line somewhere.
Oh, Wishbone.
Too young to be
riding a horse, heh.
Oh, no.
Now, absolutely not.
I got every extra job
there is now.
Well...Wishbone...
The way I figure,
you're the only man
in this whole outfit
who's smart enough
to be able
to handle a thing
like that.
Mr. Favor...
I don't mind being
the blacksmith,
or even the barber...
but there's one thing
I'm not,
and I'm not gonna be,
and that's a mother.
Now you take this
cub right now.
We-- We'll drop it off
at the next town.
The next-- Why,
that's two weeks from now.
Mother's dead.
Father's dead too,
probably.
But...
we'll find someone
to take it off
your hands.
Off of my hands?
In two weeks.
You get somebody else
to take this right now.
No!
( crying )
Say, Wish...
what kind is it,
anyway?
Boy or girl?
( comic theme playing )
( gurgles )
It's a boy.
( chuckles )
( laughs )
Congratulations.
Oh, I don't know
the first thing
about taking care
of babies.
And I'm not gonna
start learnin' at my age.
No, sir.
That's one thing
I'm not gonna do.
Here,
you take it.
Sure,
Mr. Wishbone.
No...no.
I wouldn't wish you
on anything.
Not even this.
( gurgles )
( dramatic theme playing )
( cattle mooing )
( men whistling )
( gurgles )
All right,
it's the third time
he's been
woke up today.
And the next drover
that comes in here
and pokes his head in,
gets it shot off.
( cattle mooing )
( gurgles )
I backtracked her
for two, three miles.
Found a dead horse.
Couldn't find any sign
beyond that.
Ground's all
rocky and hardy.
Yeah.
Hey...
how's everything?
You can't see it.
Oh, come on, Wishbone,
have a heart.
I've been out
on a long ride.
All right.
One quick one.
( gurgles )
That's enough.
( suspenseful theme playing )
Pete.
Not a rider in sight.
Yeah.
Too many head
to be a wild stock.
Yeah.
Like making
a gold strike.
( tense theme playing )
Arrowhead brand.
Yeah, I never
heard of 'em.
Studied the trail map
this mornin'.
There's no ranch, no town,
no nothing around here.
( snorts )
Now, who'd walk off
and leave this many head
in the middle
of nowhere?
Not Comanches.
Well...we'll throw 'em
in with our herd.
If the owner comes along,
we can cut 'em out for him.
Hyah.
Ah. Hyah.
( suspenseful theme playing )
Business will be booming
in a short while, boys.
Get everything
ready.
( sighs )
You still doctoring
him, Reese?
How's the shoulder,
Harry?
Still bleedin'.
( sighs )
Another couple
of inches over,
and we'd have
buried you too.
Weren't such
a good idea
to pick J.B. Kincaid
to jump.
The others would still
be alive if we hadn't.
We had no choice.
He had
the sick cattle.
Anyway, we don't
have to bother
about him anymore,
do we?
( sighs )
Well, what's
eating you, Reese?
Oh, why'd you had to wait
until I was out of camp
before you went
on that raid?
( chuckles )
'Cause I didn't
want you with us.
Why not?
Figured you might be
crazy enough
to try and take him
all by yourself.
Well, I just thought
might maybe I could.
J.B. Kincaid?
Well, his reputation
don't scare me none.
( laughs )
Yeah, well,
it did me.
You're always boasting
how fast I am.
Not that fast.
As it was we left three
out of 15 men at his ranch.
And four more
needed doctoring.
No, sir.
Can't afford to...
run the risk
of losing you.
Reese, you're
the only family I got.
( chuckles )
Besides, the next move
is yours anyway.
Well, the trail herd
picked up
those sick cattle
just like we planned.
They ought to be ripe
just about now.
So get ready to
pay 'em a little visit.
Wait a minute. Hold on,
the real doing
is gonna be right here.
That herd is got
to be set up.
Oh, I don't feel
like play-actin' a part
of no gunhand just
for some stupid trail boss.
Well, they aren't
all so stupid.
You might just have
a little more to do
than play-actin'.
( tense theme playing )
( upbeat theme playing )
Hyah.
Whoa. Whoa.
Hyah.
Howdy.
Afternoon.
You the trail boss?
Nope.
Oh, who is?
Mr. Favor!
( galloping horse
approaches )
Howdy.
I'm J.B. Kincaid.
Gil Favor.
Name mean
anything to you?
Yeah,
I reckon it does.
Word gets around.
You're, uh...
You got a few men
to your credit.
Well, that's all
in the past now.
I've turned to ranching.
I had 50, 60 head
of cattle up there
on the trail.
Arrowhead brand?
Well,
how did you know?
Had a of couple men
herding 'em.
Oh, we've seen your steers,
Mr. Kincaid,
but, uh...there's nobody
with 'em.
You saw 'em?
I thought
they'd run off.
I'll have my boys
cut them out for you.
We picked 'em up.
You picked 'em up?
That's right.
Well, mine's
a sick herd, Mr. Favor.
Ticks.
Spanish fever.
Spanish fever. They're
as good as gone already.
Every one of your steers
will be dead
within three days unless
you get 'em dipped.
Rowdy, Quince,
Scarlet, Ash!
Cut out those
Arrowhead brand.
They've got the fever.
Let 'em out fast.
( dramatic theme playing )
I'll give 'em a hand.
Right.
I'm sorry,
Mr. Favor.
You're sorry?
You know what those ticks
can do to a herd?
In 72 hours, their tongues
swell up in their mouths
the size of balloons.
They begin to founder
and thrash around.
All of a sudden they swell up
to the size of elephants.
That's when
they keel over and die.
Seventy-two hours
from now
I got 3,000 carcasses
on my hands.
And you're sorry?
I had no idea.
I didn't know it was that bad.
I mean, they're just little
ticks as far as I knew--
You left a herd with
Spanish fever all alone?
I told you
I left two men with them.
I had no idea they'd run off
and leave the cattle.
They must have known more
about Spanish fever than you do.
Seventy-two hours from now
I ought to make you
watch those cattle
go down.
I ought to
force you to watch 'em.
Then It'd make
you crawl away.
Look, I had no choice.
I rode on ahead
to the Dangerfield Dips
to arrange to have
my cattle dipped.
That's the only way
to save 'em, ain't it?
Seems to me
that 1,000 miles around here,
all the cattle
got ticks.
Mine didn't.
Till now.
( tense theme playing )
( dramatic theme playing )
( men whistling, yelling )
( cattle mooing )
I've been checking
our steers.
And...?
Didn't see a-one
without ticks.
( sighs )
Looks like my steers
have got 72 hours
before they get
dipped.
I sure wish I could do
something, Mr. Favor.
You can.
Show me where
that Dangerfield Dip is.
How far off is it?
Well, it's
about 20 miles.
You can make it
in three days.
Three days is
the most we got.
Spanish fever can act
in two days in the heat.
And it's hot.
Get 'em up!
Move 'em on!
( dramatic theme playing )
Hyah!
Your spread
near here, Kincaid?
About ten miles
north.
Well, you must have
been built recently.
That's right.
Hey, uh...
You know a...
good-looking woman,
dark hair, about, uh, 35.
What's her name?
Huh?
I say,
what's her name?
We don't know.
I'd like to meet
a good-looking woman.
We, uh, buried
this one recently.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Yeah, she left
her baby with us.
It's bedded down
in the chuck wagon.
Just thought you might
know his kin.
Oh, I wouldn't be likely
to forget a good-looking woman
if I'd seen her.
Just a hope.
( ominous theme playing )
( dramatic theme playing )
( coin clanks )
( baby crying )
Right through
the middle.
( crying )
Uh, Mr. Kincaid, he sure
makes an impression, don't he?
Not on me,
he don't.
Any man can ignore
a handsome baby like this,
just don't stand
high in my regard.
( gurgles )
( cattle mooing )
I guess he's as good
as his reputation.
Mm.
Oh, say, Pete.
How far
you figure it is
to Dobe Wells?
It's about 30 miles.
Mm-hm.
Oh, Ash.
Want you to ride into
Dobe Wells. Ask around.
If you can't find
any kin, well...
find somebody
who knew the family and...
will take care
of the baby.
Wishbone!
Mr. Favor.
I've been thinking.
Hm?
My steers are in
with your herd.
I like to pull
my own weight.
I'd like to take
a turn riding night herd.
Fair enough.
Uh, Pete's got
the first guard.
You can take over
from him at 10.
Well, uh...
Yeah?
Heh. I was wondering...
Mm-hm.
I ain't much sleepy
right now.
If it's all the same to you,
I'll take first turn.
Suit yourself.
( ominous theme playing )
There's three steers
that ticks
have about finished,
Mr. Favor.
Well, we're just lucky
it wasn't 50.
Shoot 'em. Get 'em underground
quick as you can.
Yes, sir.
( comic theme playing )
Mr. Wishbone.
Can't feed
this milk to the baby.
Why not?
Well, the cow's
got ticks.
It's got
the fever,
just like the rest
of the herd.
You sure?
Yes, sir.
You can go check
the cow yourself.
Well...
what do we do?
Well, there's one thing
we can't do
is bother Mr. Favor
about it.
He's got
enough problems.
Well, your mother knew
so much about powder,
maybe she knew
something about this.
Sugar water.
Well, all right,
we'll give it a try.
Maybe after Ash
gets back
it won't be
our worry no more.
( tense theme playing )
( mooing )
Oh...
Mr. Kincaid...
anything happen?
No, no. Mr. Favor
just changed his mind.
He doesn't want you
to ride to Dobe Wells.
( grunting )
( eerie theme playing )
Hyah.
( tense theme playing )
You're looking
for me?
Well, yeah...
I couldn't find you.
I figured your horse
spooked and threw you.
Heh-heh, no.
I spotted a coyote
trailing the edge
of the herd, so...
I drove him off
onto the hills.
Yeah.
I'll be glad to get
to my blanket roll tonight.
Ha.
( mellow theme playing )
How's the baby?
Cried most of the night
for lack of milk.
Oh.
Our milk cow's got ticks.
Sure I wish
we knew
where we could get
some clean milk.
Hey, there's some out
on the prairie.
Are you takin'
in riddles, Pete?
No, I mean it,
Wishbone.
I cut fresh buffalo sign
on the way in here.
How far was that,
Pete?
About two miles.
( sighs )
Wishbone,
you tell that baby
milk's about ready
to be delivered.
Pete, what, uh--
And, uh...
where are you going?
Oh, uh...
I figured I'll milk me
a buffalo cow.
You what?
Yeah, well, uh...
Well, uh, tsk,
look, we're moving
and the herd along
in an hour.
You figure you got time
to find a buffalo...
and milk it?
Eat your morning meal
and, uh, be ready
to kick this, uh,
herd along in an hour?
Well, I...
I figured on passin'
on the morning meal.
Well, um...long as you're
ready when we are.
You mean, as long as, uh,
mama buffalo's ready.
( chuckles )
( sighs )
Now listen...
all of you.
We gotta get these steers
dipped by tomorrow,
or we won't have
a steer left.
And once we mount up...
we're gonna stay
in those saddles--
if I gotta tie you in
--until we reach
the Dangerfield Dip.
The only rest you're
gonna get from now until then...
is when the herd
needs it.
All right,
Wishbone.
Feed 'em up.
Line up.
( mellow theme playing )
( buffalo grunts )
( dramatic theme playing )
Whoa.
Oh, that's right,
sweetheart.
Come to me.
( snorts )
( tense theme playing )
( playful theme playing )
( tense theme playing )
( mellow theme playing )
Howdy, Rowdy.
You were supposed to milk
that buffalo, not wrestle it.
I've seen
less beat up things
come out
from under a rock.
( chuckles )
Ash is dead.
( ominous theme playing )
How?
Gunshot.
His gun wasn't
even out of his holster.
Any idea
who did it?
I don't have any idea
who did it.
Lot of tracks
around there though.
You may-- Pete may be able
to track 'em down for you.
No.
Well, we can't
just forget about it.
We'll have to
for now.
After the cattle
are dipped,
we can find out
what happened.
Trail's gonna be
cold by then.
The cattle will
be dead by then...
unless we keep
kickin' 'em along.
And we need
every drover.
( exhales )
( tense theme playing )
FAVOR:
Give him a hand.
Why don't you get
his horse?
( grunts )
I trailed my wife
to your camp.
There was a woman
came into our camp
little while back.
My wife.
She had our baby.
Where is she?
Ah.
Rowdy.
( tense theme playing )
FAVOR:
Who are you,
mister?
Name's Kincaid.
It's not
too common a name.
Already got a man
here who says
his name's Kincaid.
Who? Him?
Did he call
himself Kincaid?
J.B. Kincaid.
That's what he said.
He's a liar
and a murderer.
You heard the man
accuse you.
What do you say?
I'm Reese Dangerfield.
His bunch raided
my ranch.
FAVOR:
Arrowhead brand cattle?
Mine.
You know that herd
was sick?
Went to Dangerfield
and his brother,
wanted my cattle dipped.
They propositioned me
to use 'em
to infect
a big trail herd.
I turned 'em down.
They raided me
to get my cattle.
Where's my wife?
She's dead.
( eerie theme playing )
Eh...
No.
Let me kill him.
He killed my wife.
( Kincaid grunts )
( gasps )
Where's my baby?
He's in the supply wagon.
Alive and well.
Wishbone,
show him.
( gun cocks )
You must have
killed Ash.
You left the herd
last night.
I couldn't
find you.
I told you I was
chasing a coyote.
He lied about his name.
He lied about
killing Ash too.
Mister, you're
gonna swing.
We're not the ones
to swing anybody.
Yeah, your boss is
the only one with any brains.
Anything happens to me,
you can forget
about your herd
getting to Sedalia.
Keep talking.
Well, the Dangerfield Dip
is the only one
within 200 miles.
If we don't agree to dip
your cattle, they're gonna die.
Now, you figure
just how agreeable
my brother's gonna be
if anything happens to me.
We'll take real good care
of him then.
His being healthy
may be the only way
to save the herd.
And don't let Kincaid
near him.
At least until
I get back.
( tense theme playing )
Where you going?
Think I'm gonna
let you ride
in that rattlesnake
nest alone,
then you've forgotten how good
at pulling fangs I am.
Well, pull yourself together.
I'll get the horses.
Yeah, well...
only take a minute.
( dramatic theme playing )
Welcome to
Dangerfield Dips.
I'm Ewan
Dangerfield.
Gil Favor.
This is
Rowdy Yates.
Uh, I got
a sick herd, uh...
How much to
dip 'em for ticks?
Our rates are reasonable,
Mr. Favor.
It's not
what I asked.
How much?
Why don't you bring
your herd in,
we'll make a tally, and I'll
give you an exact figure.
Tsk. Tally's
up to 3,000 head,
give or take
a few, uh...
Plus 50,
60 Arrowhead steers.
Charge is
500 head.
Oh, uh...
you call that reasonable?
Figure it
this way.
You give us the 500 head,
you end up with 2500.
You don't give us
the 500 head,
heh, you end up
with nothing.
Hm.
You know, Mr. Dangerfield,
that sounds, uh,
pretty close to robbery.
I'll give you
a fair price.
You'll give me
500 head.
( laughs )
Mister, you haven't got
a thing to say about this.
There isn't another dip
within 200 miles.
So I've heard...
from your brother.
( tense theme playing )
What about him?
Oh, he's with us
for a while.
What have you
done to him?
Just found out his name wasn't
Kincaid is all. Uh...
We're taking
real good care of him.
You're
lucky.
So far.
You roughhouse him,
and you and your friend here
won't ever get over it,
I promise you.
We don't wanna
roughhouse him.
What do you want?!
You planted a herd
full of Spanish fever
on the trail.
It infected
my herd.
I want 'em clean.
( tense theme playing )
All right.
What about my brother?
You get him back...
after the herd
is dipped.
I'll dip your herd,
as soon as you bring
Reese to me.
You'll get your brother back
after the herd is dipped.
Regular charge,
five cents a head.
All right. Five cents a head.
It's a deal.
Ewan, that's throwin'
$10,000 away.
Well, you got
what you came for.
Now, go on back
and bring a herd in.
Now, we have got
this straight, haven't we?
We don't deposit
Reese with you
until, uh, after the last
head has been dipped.
Mr. Favor...
I don't have to like this.
But I have got it straight.
Bye.
( dramatic theme playing )
( tense theme playing )
All right.
It won’t do you any good
to stand there
looking at me like that.
They got my brother.
My stupid, idiotic brother.
And I think
lot more of him
than any of you think
I ought to, don't I?
Well,
I'll handle it.
You just let me
handle it,
and nobody
will suffer.
Not you or me,
or my brother...
unless he does
something crazy.
And even then,
I won’t let him suffer.
Somehow I'll find a way
to make it right for him.
For all of us.
( dramatic theme playing )
( men whistling, yelling )
I don't like
that roving eye on Kincaid.
Make sure he don't...
tear
a gun loose.
( snorts )
Pete, they're
slowing up real bad.
We're going to lose
a lot of cattle right here
if we don't ease up.
Yeah, they're beginning
to flounder.
We'll rest 'em
for a while.
But only
for a short spell.
( yells indistinctively )
( crying )
Oh.
( sighs )
Looks like his mother
around the eyes.
She had beautiful eyes.
That idiot Reese coming
in here using your name...
they sure must
have figured
they killed
you to.
When I sent Helen
and the baby off...
there was lot of
smoke and fire.
Bellied out the back door
into a root cellar.
They were
so interested in me,
they didn't notice
Helen and the baby had gone.
( mellow theme playing )
Where's your gun belt,
Mr. Kincaid?
You lose it
in the raid?
Gave it away
when I got married.
( gurgles )
Well, no offense
meant,
but...J.B. Kincaid
without a gun is--
Your name
is J.B. Kincaid,
you can't afford to let
people know you're
walkin' around
without a gun.
That don't make
good sense.
Hm. Seemed to make
good sense.
I don't know, now.
WISHBONE:
Well-- Your shoes,
I wouldn't know either.
I miss my wife,
Wishbone.
And I miss her bad.
I'm grateful
the baby's alive...
but I miss my wife.
Oh, now, hold on,
Mr. Kincaid.
These things
can be used right
or they can be
used wrong.
But you're not usin' it
in either case.
Mr. Favor's orders.
Now, I'll take
my gun back.
I need it more than
you do, Wishbone.
No, sir. I gotta
ask you for my gun.
Wishbone,
if I have to...
I'll beat you down...
or I'll kill you.
You gonna shoot me down
in front of everybody?
In spite of what
Mr. Favor said?
Tsk. I don't mind so much
that your brother
and his people
burned me out and shot me up.
But my wife was shot up
so bad she died.
You owe it to Mr. Favor
to not do this, Mr. Kincaid.
I owe my wife more.
Give him a gun.
( tense theme playing )
None of these drovers
wants to lose their herd.
That's exactly
what'll happen
if they
let you kill me.
How about it, boys?
You wanna get your herd
to the dip alive?
( chuckles ):
Like Mr. Favor said.
You...
give him a gun.
Nobody
gives him a gun.
What do you mean?
You gave him yours,
didn't you?
Give it to him.
I didn't give him my gun,
He worked it away from me.
Now, you give him your gun,
and you're going
against Mr. Favor's
orders, Joe Scarlet.
You gonna
do that?
No.
There's only one man here
I want to kill.
( gun cocks )
Maybe we'd better do
what he says.
Give it
to him.
( tense theme playing )
Cut him
loose.
Just let me get the blood
back in my hands.
Get it working good.
You know, it's not
like my brother to
let a job
go unfinished.
I'd have to remember
to ask him
how come you did
get away.
Pick up the gun.
I'd hate to take
advantage of you like this...
you being so beat up.
( two gunshots )
( dramatic theme playing )
( baby crying )
He's dead.
It had to be done.
It's your gun.
What were you
doin', Scarlet?
SCARLET:
Lookin' down
Kincaid's gun barrel.
WISHBONE:
There was nothin'
any of us could do.
( gurgles )
( horses approaching )
Who did it?
Me, Mr. Favor.
Who let him
have a gun?
He got hold
of mine.
You heard
the boss' orders.
How did you let a thing
like this happen?
KINCAID:
Why all the fuss?
A man who didn't deserve
to live is dead, that's all.
( gulps )
For any of you who don't
know what this means,
we were gonna be seen
safely through the dip
because he was
alive and well.
He's no longer
alive and well.
Due to me.
Whether due to you
or not...
we no longer
have a bargain.
Yeah, well...
we don't have to let
the man there know that.
I'm not gonna bargain
with a dead man.
W-why not? Where the herd's
concerned, I think I would.
I made a deal
for a live one.
A man's only as good
as his word.
I'll keep my bargain.
Now, you can come
with me or not.
Are you gonna tell
Ewan Dangerfield
his brother's dead?
Just that.
( sighs )
Oh, boy, I think you're wrong,
but...I'm goin' with ya,
for your sake.
For my sake?
You're gonna need all the help
you can get, boss.
KINCAID:
Seems I've caused
a lot of trouble.
Is there anything
I can do to help?
Mr. Kincaid...
you'd best take yourself
and your son...move on.
What we have to do
no longer concerns you.
Oh, I'd do that,
Mr. Favor.
But how?
How would I get food
for Jimmy on my own?
The two of us have got
to stay with the drive
until you reach
the next town.
That's no lie.
Well...
get yourself
into the supply wagon.
And stay there!
That's an order.
Scarlet, Quince.
Get him
underground.
Pete, get that herd
to the dip and fast.
Our 72 hours are
just about up.
All right.
Now, don't you cause
any more trouble.
Now, you and that--
That son of yours,
get in the wagon.
The back end
of the wagon.
( baby crying )
( tense theme playing )
( mellow theme playing )
Back awful fast,
Mr. Favor.
Change your mind
about our deal?
My, um...mind's
been changed for me.
Mm-hm. It has?
Your, uh...
brother's dead.
Who killed him?
It happened.
I guess you could say
I'm responsible.
Yeah. You're responsible,
but who did it?
You?!
No.
After the dipping
I'll show you
where we buried him.
A half hour ago,
you were gonna
give me my brother.
Now you're gonna
give me a grave...
after the dipping.
You think it goes on
like nothin' happened?!
Tsk. Your price
was 500 head.
With my brother alive.
But, now, with him...
dead,
the price goes up.
Tsk. Name it.
Half the herd.
Got no choice.
You've got
no choice?
You got a choice. You got
20 men on their way here
just itching
to back you up.
When they get
through with you people,
there won’t be enough of you left
to be thinking about a herd.
Your ramrod's a hothead,
trail boss.
Ramrod pull the trigger
on my brother?
No. He was here with me
when it happened.
You've got a deal.
Hold it,
trail boss.
You're
staying here.
Ramrod can bring
the cattle in.
Bring the herd in,
Rowdy.
They only got
a couple of hours
before they start
dropping.
Boss, you just
can't walk off...
He's too smart to think
we'll let him live.
Smart...
fool.
Fool thinks more of his cattle
than his own skin.
( ominous theme playing )
( dramatic theme playing )
( men yelling )
( cattle mooing )
We'll be at
the dip soon now.
Mr. Favor told 'em
Reese is dead,
but he didn't
tell him you did it.
Stay down and quiet,
huh?
( men yelling indistinctively )
Make sure none of the men
try anything foolish
when we reach the dip.
No matter how much
they think of the boss,
we gotta get
these cattle through.
( mooing )
Ewan.
There they come.
( mellow theme playing )
All right,
take your spots.
Trail boss...
get up
on that wagon box.
Stand on the seat.
What for?
So you'll be in plain sight
of your men.
They'll know if they
try anything,
you'll make
a perfect target.
Now get up there.
All right,
give me your guns.
Nothing doin',
mister.
You just try and
take 'em, mister.
Mr. Favor.
Maybe you can
make 'em listen?
That wasn't part
of the deal.
It is now.
If you want
that herd dipped,
I gotta have
the guns.
How about it,
boss?
Tsk.
Give him your guns.
All right,
get the rest of 'em.
( men yelling,
whistling )
Alrighty.
Dip 'em!
( tense theme playing )
( men whistling )
( cattle mooing )
( whooping )
( men yelling indistinctively )
( exhales )
Mr. Favor
made a mistake
having us turn in
our guns.
Maybe.
He must think
one of us
got an ace
up our sleeves.
I sure hope
we have.
( men yelling, whooping )
Gonna happen
when we finish?
Hurry 'em through.
( mooing )
( men yelling, whistling )
Only about a dozen
more.
Now what's gonna happen,
Mr. Wishbone?
What's gonna happen
to us?
Well, don't count on us
gettin' past the dip.
( men yelling, whistling )
Get all those drovers
and line 'em up over here.
All right,
off your horses.
Get over there.
Come on, move.
The rest
of you too.
Over there.
Line up
over there.
All right.
Pick out your half.
I'm gonna pick
somethin' else first.
The man who
gunned Reese.
Now, who was it?
None of them.
Get over there.
Now, which one of you
killed my brother?
The man who points him out
saves his own life.
Well...!
My patience
is about run out.
I give the word,
my men will cut you all down.
Then I'll be sure and get
the one who shot Reese.
Now, who was it?
Who was it?!
Mr. Favor
left me in charge.
I'm responsible.
WISHBONE:
You had nothin' to do
with it, Pete Nolan.
It was my gun.
And I'm the one
who fired it.
Kincaid.
You're the one
I wanted, Ewan.
( tense theme playing )
Cut him down!
( grunts )
That's enough.
Kincaid didn't want to
kill anybody else.
You heard Mr. Favor.
I'm satisfied.
But I don't know
how long
the feeling is gonna
stay with me.
I guess Ewan owes me
this much.
Buggy and a team.
Now, come get
some of these blankets.
We want that baby
kept comfortable.
( upbeat theme playing )
( sighs )
( gurgles )
Oh, say, uh...
who gave you
the gun this time?
Hm. Reese's gun.
Found it in the supply wagon
with his gun belt.
( chuckles )
( baby crying )
And, uh--
Uh, you?
Oh. You forgot the one
that never comes off me
'cept when I bathe.
( Favor chuckles )
( baby crying )
( mellow theme playing )
Oh, when we, uh, sell
the herd in Sedalia...
you want us to send
your share from the cattle
uh, on then to Stanton?
Me and the baby will
be stayin'
with my sister
for a while.
Well, thank you.
Thank you
for everything.
I'm sorry for the trouble
I made you, Mr. Favor.
You more than made up
for it, Mr. Kincaid.
( chuckles )
J.B.
Now, you take
good care of J.B. Jr.
Well, his name ain't
gonna be J.B. Jr.
Gonna change it to J.W.
James Wishbone Kincaid.
( clicks tongue )
( baby gurgles )
( comic theme playing )
Yes, sir.
James Wishbone Kincaid.
It's a proud
and handsome name.
I'm sure glad to get
that brat off my hands.
Now I can stop
bein' a mother.
Get 'em up.
Move 'em out.
♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪
♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪
♪ Keep rollin',
Rollin', rollin' ♪
♪ Though the streams
Are swollen ♪
♪ Keep them dogies rollin' ♪
♪ Rawhide! ♪
♪ Through rain and wind
And weather ♪
♪ Hell-bent for leather ♪
♪ Wishin' my gal
Was by my side ♪
♪ All the things
I'm missin' ♪
♪ Good vittles
Love and kissin' ♪
♪ Are waiting at the end
Of my ride ♪
♪ Move 'em on, head 'em up
Head 'em up, move 'em on ♪
♪ Move 'em on, head 'em up
Rawhide ♪
♪ Cut 'em out, ride 'em in
Ride 'em in, let 'em out ♪
♪ Cut 'em out
Ride 'em in ♪
♪ Rawhide! ♪
♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪
Hyah!
( whip cracks )
Hyah!
( whip cracks )
♪ Rawhide! ♪
Hyah!
( whip cracks )
Hyah!
( whip cracks )
♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪
♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪
( 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 )
( cattle mooing )
( man whistles )
( men yelling indistinctively )
( cattle mooing )
FAVOR:
On the trail to Sedalia,
Missouri, from day to day,
you fall into the habit
of trying to read your men.
Guess what makes them tick.
But you don't
make much headway.
Isn't easy
to figure grown-up humans
who'd take this kind
of a life
for thirty bucks
a month and keep.
So you finally give up.
And you're just glad
there's a breed like 'em
to get the beeves
to where they're going.
I got a good reason
to be glad.
My name's Gil Favor,
trail boss.
( cattle mooing )
( men yelling indistinctively )
( mellow theme playing )
( sighs )
Pete.
Nope.
Come on, Pete,
you're the only one
that's out there that
knows how to sew right.
No doubt about that.
Oh, I don't know,
I've...been working
on this thing
for about two days.
All I seem to get
is a thumb
that looks like
a sieve.
( suspenseful theme playing )
( sighs )
( panting )
Help me.
Help me.
Somebody
help me.
Please won't
somebody help me.
He's out there.
What?
No, no.
I-- I'll be all right.
( sobs )
You've gotta
get him.
He's out there.
( groans )
Pete, Rowdy, take
a look around out there.
See if you see anybody.
Be careful.
Wishbone,
medicine chest.
Gunshot wound.
Not too bad.
Bet she's lost
a lot of blood.
( sighs )
( crying ):
Oh.
Why don't you help-- ?
Easy.
Hel-- Oh.
The men will help.
Now lie still
and don't try to talk.
( crying ):
But they'll kill him.
They?
( sobbing )
My husband made us
ride away...
while he held them off.
( crying ):
Oh, please. He's-- He's just--
I'm afraid It'd be a waste
of water now, Mr. Favor.
( dramatic theme playing )
Quince. First thing
in the morning,
you and Scarlet
dig a grave.
Yes,
sir.
No sign of anybody
out there.
Pete, how much tracking
could you do
at this time
of night?
Hardly any.
Well,
I'll make a marker.
What name
shall I put on it?
She didn't say.
Nobody ought to be laid
to rest without a name.
The Lord giveth,
the Lord taketh away.
Blessed be the name
of the Lord.
Amen.
Wish, how do you think
she got shot, anyway?
Oh, probably a stray.
A rifle slug.
Didn't go very deep,
so it was nearly spent.
( baby crying )
W-what was that?
Sounded
like a baby.
No, not
out here.
Oh,
let's find it.
( baby gurgles )
Hey, over here.
( gurgles )
WISHBONE:
Well, don't just squat there.
Pick it up.
Ooh. Uh...
Pick it up.
No, y-- You pick
it up, Wish.
( gurgling )
Heh.
What's the matter?
( sighs )
I don't know,
it's...just so little.
So that's what she wanted us
to hunt for last night.
I-is it all right?
Well,
don't ask me.
Oh.
No.
No.
Sounded
healthy enough.
Must have seen our fire
and not had enough strength
to carry it on in.
Well, at least she tried
to put it where the snakes
and coyotes
wouldn't get it.
Hey, Pete,
you--
You better try and
backtrack that woman.
You come on back
when you can.
All right.
( gurgles )
Hey, now, you fellas...
who's gonna take this thing?
( playful theme playing )
Now, Mr. Favor, who's gonna
take care of this thing?
Heh.
Oh, no.
Not me.
I gotta draw
the line somewhere.
Oh, Wishbone.
Too young to be
riding a horse, heh.
Oh, no.
Now, absolutely not.
I got every extra job
there is now.
Well...Wishbone...
The way I figure,
you're the only man
in this whole outfit
who's smart enough
to be able
to handle a thing
like that.
Mr. Favor...
I don't mind being
the blacksmith,
or even the barber...
but there's one thing
I'm not,
and I'm not gonna be,
and that's a mother.
Now you take this
cub right now.
We-- We'll drop it off
at the next town.
The next-- Why,
that's two weeks from now.
Mother's dead.
Father's dead too,
probably.
But...
we'll find someone
to take it off
your hands.
Off of my hands?
In two weeks.
You get somebody else
to take this right now.
No!
( crying )
Say, Wish...
what kind is it,
anyway?
Boy or girl?
( comic theme playing )
( gurgles )
It's a boy.
( chuckles )
( laughs )
Congratulations.
Oh, I don't know
the first thing
about taking care
of babies.
And I'm not gonna
start learnin' at my age.
No, sir.
That's one thing
I'm not gonna do.
Here,
you take it.
Sure,
Mr. Wishbone.
No...no.
I wouldn't wish you
on anything.
Not even this.
( gurgles )
( dramatic theme playing )
( cattle mooing )
( men whistling )
( gurgles )
All right,
it's the third time
he's been
woke up today.
And the next drover
that comes in here
and pokes his head in,
gets it shot off.
( cattle mooing )
( gurgles )
I backtracked her
for two, three miles.
Found a dead horse.
Couldn't find any sign
beyond that.
Ground's all
rocky and hardy.
Yeah.
Hey...
how's everything?
You can't see it.
Oh, come on, Wishbone,
have a heart.
I've been out
on a long ride.
All right.
One quick one.
( gurgles )
That's enough.
( suspenseful theme playing )
Pete.
Not a rider in sight.
Yeah.
Too many head
to be a wild stock.
Yeah.
Like making
a gold strike.
( tense theme playing )
Arrowhead brand.
Yeah, I never
heard of 'em.
Studied the trail map
this mornin'.
There's no ranch, no town,
no nothing around here.
( snorts )
Now, who'd walk off
and leave this many head
in the middle
of nowhere?
Not Comanches.
Well...we'll throw 'em
in with our herd.
If the owner comes along,
we can cut 'em out for him.
Hyah.
Ah. Hyah.
( suspenseful theme playing )
Business will be booming
in a short while, boys.
Get everything
ready.
( sighs )
You still doctoring
him, Reese?
How's the shoulder,
Harry?
Still bleedin'.
( sighs )
Another couple
of inches over,
and we'd have
buried you too.
Weren't such
a good idea
to pick J.B. Kincaid
to jump.
The others would still
be alive if we hadn't.
We had no choice.
He had
the sick cattle.
Anyway, we don't
have to bother
about him anymore,
do we?
( sighs )
Well, what's
eating you, Reese?
Oh, why'd you had to wait
until I was out of camp
before you went
on that raid?
( chuckles )
'Cause I didn't
want you with us.
Why not?
Figured you might be
crazy enough
to try and take him
all by yourself.
Well, I just thought
might maybe I could.
J.B. Kincaid?
Well, his reputation
don't scare me none.
( laughs )
Yeah, well,
it did me.
You're always boasting
how fast I am.
Not that fast.
As it was we left three
out of 15 men at his ranch.
And four more
needed doctoring.
No, sir.
Can't afford to...
run the risk
of losing you.
Reese, you're
the only family I got.
( chuckles )
Besides, the next move
is yours anyway.
Well, the trail herd
picked up
those sick cattle
just like we planned.
They ought to be ripe
just about now.
So get ready to
pay 'em a little visit.
Wait a minute. Hold on,
the real doing
is gonna be right here.
That herd is got
to be set up.
Oh, I don't feel
like play-actin' a part
of no gunhand just
for some stupid trail boss.
Well, they aren't
all so stupid.
You might just have
a little more to do
than play-actin'.
( tense theme playing )
( upbeat theme playing )
Hyah.
Whoa. Whoa.
Hyah.
Howdy.
Afternoon.
You the trail boss?
Nope.
Oh, who is?
Mr. Favor!
( galloping horse
approaches )
Howdy.
I'm J.B. Kincaid.
Gil Favor.
Name mean
anything to you?
Yeah,
I reckon it does.
Word gets around.
You're, uh...
You got a few men
to your credit.
Well, that's all
in the past now.
I've turned to ranching.
I had 50, 60 head
of cattle up there
on the trail.
Arrowhead brand?
Well,
how did you know?
Had a of couple men
herding 'em.
Oh, we've seen your steers,
Mr. Kincaid,
but, uh...there's nobody
with 'em.
You saw 'em?
I thought
they'd run off.
I'll have my boys
cut them out for you.
We picked 'em up.
You picked 'em up?
That's right.
Well, mine's
a sick herd, Mr. Favor.
Ticks.
Spanish fever.
Spanish fever. They're
as good as gone already.
Every one of your steers
will be dead
within three days unless
you get 'em dipped.
Rowdy, Quince,
Scarlet, Ash!
Cut out those
Arrowhead brand.
They've got the fever.
Let 'em out fast.
( dramatic theme playing )
I'll give 'em a hand.
Right.
I'm sorry,
Mr. Favor.
You're sorry?
You know what those ticks
can do to a herd?
In 72 hours, their tongues
swell up in their mouths
the size of balloons.
They begin to founder
and thrash around.
All of a sudden they swell up
to the size of elephants.
That's when
they keel over and die.
Seventy-two hours
from now
I got 3,000 carcasses
on my hands.
And you're sorry?
I had no idea.
I didn't know it was that bad.
I mean, they're just little
ticks as far as I knew--
You left a herd with
Spanish fever all alone?
I told you
I left two men with them.
I had no idea they'd run off
and leave the cattle.
They must have known more
about Spanish fever than you do.
Seventy-two hours from now
I ought to make you
watch those cattle
go down.
I ought to
force you to watch 'em.
Then It'd make
you crawl away.
Look, I had no choice.
I rode on ahead
to the Dangerfield Dips
to arrange to have
my cattle dipped.
That's the only way
to save 'em, ain't it?
Seems to me
that 1,000 miles around here,
all the cattle
got ticks.
Mine didn't.
Till now.
( tense theme playing )
( dramatic theme playing )
( men whistling, yelling )
( cattle mooing )
I've been checking
our steers.
And...?
Didn't see a-one
without ticks.
( sighs )
Looks like my steers
have got 72 hours
before they get
dipped.
I sure wish I could do
something, Mr. Favor.
You can.
Show me where
that Dangerfield Dip is.
How far off is it?
Well, it's
about 20 miles.
You can make it
in three days.
Three days is
the most we got.
Spanish fever can act
in two days in the heat.
And it's hot.
Get 'em up!
Move 'em on!
( dramatic theme playing )
Hyah!
Your spread
near here, Kincaid?
About ten miles
north.
Well, you must have
been built recently.
That's right.
Hey, uh...
You know a...
good-looking woman,
dark hair, about, uh, 35.
What's her name?
Huh?
I say,
what's her name?
We don't know.
I'd like to meet
a good-looking woman.
We, uh, buried
this one recently.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Yeah, she left
her baby with us.
It's bedded down
in the chuck wagon.
Just thought you might
know his kin.
Oh, I wouldn't be likely
to forget a good-looking woman
if I'd seen her.
Just a hope.
( ominous theme playing )
( dramatic theme playing )
( coin clanks )
( baby crying )
Right through
the middle.
( crying )
Uh, Mr. Kincaid, he sure
makes an impression, don't he?
Not on me,
he don't.
Any man can ignore
a handsome baby like this,
just don't stand
high in my regard.
( gurgles )
( cattle mooing )
I guess he's as good
as his reputation.
Mm.
Oh, say, Pete.
How far
you figure it is
to Dobe Wells?
It's about 30 miles.
Mm-hm.
Oh, Ash.
Want you to ride into
Dobe Wells. Ask around.
If you can't find
any kin, well...
find somebody
who knew the family and...
will take care
of the baby.
Wishbone!
Mr. Favor.
I've been thinking.
Hm?
My steers are in
with your herd.
I like to pull
my own weight.
I'd like to take
a turn riding night herd.
Fair enough.
Uh, Pete's got
the first guard.
You can take over
from him at 10.
Well, uh...
Yeah?
Heh. I was wondering...
Mm-hm.
I ain't much sleepy
right now.
If it's all the same to you,
I'll take first turn.
Suit yourself.
( ominous theme playing )
There's three steers
that ticks
have about finished,
Mr. Favor.
Well, we're just lucky
it wasn't 50.
Shoot 'em. Get 'em underground
quick as you can.
Yes, sir.
( comic theme playing )
Mr. Wishbone.
Can't feed
this milk to the baby.
Why not?
Well, the cow's
got ticks.
It's got
the fever,
just like the rest
of the herd.
You sure?
Yes, sir.
You can go check
the cow yourself.
Well...
what do we do?
Well, there's one thing
we can't do
is bother Mr. Favor
about it.
He's got
enough problems.
Well, your mother knew
so much about powder,
maybe she knew
something about this.
Sugar water.
Well, all right,
we'll give it a try.
Maybe after Ash
gets back
it won't be
our worry no more.
( tense theme playing )
( mooing )
Oh...
Mr. Kincaid...
anything happen?
No, no. Mr. Favor
just changed his mind.
He doesn't want you
to ride to Dobe Wells.
( grunting )
( eerie theme playing )
Hyah.
( tense theme playing )
You're looking
for me?
Well, yeah...
I couldn't find you.
I figured your horse
spooked and threw you.
Heh-heh, no.
I spotted a coyote
trailing the edge
of the herd, so...
I drove him off
onto the hills.
Yeah.
I'll be glad to get
to my blanket roll tonight.
Ha.
( mellow theme playing )
How's the baby?
Cried most of the night
for lack of milk.
Oh.
Our milk cow's got ticks.
Sure I wish
we knew
where we could get
some clean milk.
Hey, there's some out
on the prairie.
Are you takin'
in riddles, Pete?
No, I mean it,
Wishbone.
I cut fresh buffalo sign
on the way in here.
How far was that,
Pete?
About two miles.
( sighs )
Wishbone,
you tell that baby
milk's about ready
to be delivered.
Pete, what, uh--
And, uh...
where are you going?
Oh, uh...
I figured I'll milk me
a buffalo cow.
You what?
Yeah, well, uh...
Well, uh, tsk,
look, we're moving
and the herd along
in an hour.
You figure you got time
to find a buffalo...
and milk it?
Eat your morning meal
and, uh, be ready
to kick this, uh,
herd along in an hour?
Well, I...
I figured on passin'
on the morning meal.
Well, um...long as you're
ready when we are.
You mean, as long as, uh,
mama buffalo's ready.
( chuckles )
( sighs )
Now listen...
all of you.
We gotta get these steers
dipped by tomorrow,
or we won't have
a steer left.
And once we mount up...
we're gonna stay
in those saddles--
if I gotta tie you in
--until we reach
the Dangerfield Dip.
The only rest you're
gonna get from now until then...
is when the herd
needs it.
All right,
Wishbone.
Feed 'em up.
Line up.
( mellow theme playing )
( buffalo grunts )
( dramatic theme playing )
Whoa.
Oh, that's right,
sweetheart.
Come to me.
( snorts )
( tense theme playing )
( playful theme playing )
( tense theme playing )
( mellow theme playing )
Howdy, Rowdy.
You were supposed to milk
that buffalo, not wrestle it.
I've seen
less beat up things
come out
from under a rock.
( chuckles )
Ash is dead.
( ominous theme playing )
How?
Gunshot.
His gun wasn't
even out of his holster.
Any idea
who did it?
I don't have any idea
who did it.
Lot of tracks
around there though.
You may-- Pete may be able
to track 'em down for you.
No.
Well, we can't
just forget about it.
We'll have to
for now.
After the cattle
are dipped,
we can find out
what happened.
Trail's gonna be
cold by then.
The cattle will
be dead by then...
unless we keep
kickin' 'em along.
And we need
every drover.
( exhales )
( tense theme playing )
FAVOR:
Give him a hand.
Why don't you get
his horse?
( grunts )
I trailed my wife
to your camp.
There was a woman
came into our camp
little while back.
My wife.
She had our baby.
Where is she?
Ah.
Rowdy.
( tense theme playing )
FAVOR:
Who are you,
mister?
Name's Kincaid.
It's not
too common a name.
Already got a man
here who says
his name's Kincaid.
Who? Him?
Did he call
himself Kincaid?
J.B. Kincaid.
That's what he said.
He's a liar
and a murderer.
You heard the man
accuse you.
What do you say?
I'm Reese Dangerfield.
His bunch raided
my ranch.
FAVOR:
Arrowhead brand cattle?
Mine.
You know that herd
was sick?
Went to Dangerfield
and his brother,
wanted my cattle dipped.
They propositioned me
to use 'em
to infect
a big trail herd.
I turned 'em down.
They raided me
to get my cattle.
Where's my wife?
She's dead.
( eerie theme playing )
Eh...
No.
Let me kill him.
He killed my wife.
( Kincaid grunts )
( gasps )
Where's my baby?
He's in the supply wagon.
Alive and well.
Wishbone,
show him.
( gun cocks )
You must have
killed Ash.
You left the herd
last night.
I couldn't
find you.
I told you I was
chasing a coyote.
He lied about his name.
He lied about
killing Ash too.
Mister, you're
gonna swing.
We're not the ones
to swing anybody.
Yeah, your boss is
the only one with any brains.
Anything happens to me,
you can forget
about your herd
getting to Sedalia.
Keep talking.
Well, the Dangerfield Dip
is the only one
within 200 miles.
If we don't agree to dip
your cattle, they're gonna die.
Now, you figure
just how agreeable
my brother's gonna be
if anything happens to me.
We'll take real good care
of him then.
His being healthy
may be the only way
to save the herd.
And don't let Kincaid
near him.
At least until
I get back.
( tense theme playing )
Where you going?
Think I'm gonna
let you ride
in that rattlesnake
nest alone,
then you've forgotten how good
at pulling fangs I am.
Well, pull yourself together.
I'll get the horses.
Yeah, well...
only take a minute.
( dramatic theme playing )
Welcome to
Dangerfield Dips.
I'm Ewan
Dangerfield.
Gil Favor.
This is
Rowdy Yates.
Uh, I got
a sick herd, uh...
How much to
dip 'em for ticks?
Our rates are reasonable,
Mr. Favor.
It's not
what I asked.
How much?
Why don't you bring
your herd in,
we'll make a tally, and I'll
give you an exact figure.
Tsk. Tally's
up to 3,000 head,
give or take
a few, uh...
Plus 50,
60 Arrowhead steers.
Charge is
500 head.
Oh, uh...
you call that reasonable?
Figure it
this way.
You give us the 500 head,
you end up with 2500.
You don't give us
the 500 head,
heh, you end up
with nothing.
Hm.
You know, Mr. Dangerfield,
that sounds, uh,
pretty close to robbery.
I'll give you
a fair price.
You'll give me
500 head.
( laughs )
Mister, you haven't got
a thing to say about this.
There isn't another dip
within 200 miles.
So I've heard...
from your brother.
( tense theme playing )
What about him?
Oh, he's with us
for a while.
What have you
done to him?
Just found out his name wasn't
Kincaid is all. Uh...
We're taking
real good care of him.
You're
lucky.
So far.
You roughhouse him,
and you and your friend here
won't ever get over it,
I promise you.
We don't wanna
roughhouse him.
What do you want?!
You planted a herd
full of Spanish fever
on the trail.
It infected
my herd.
I want 'em clean.
( tense theme playing )
All right.
What about my brother?
You get him back...
after the herd
is dipped.
I'll dip your herd,
as soon as you bring
Reese to me.
You'll get your brother back
after the herd is dipped.
Regular charge,
five cents a head.
All right. Five cents a head.
It's a deal.
Ewan, that's throwin'
$10,000 away.
Well, you got
what you came for.
Now, go on back
and bring a herd in.
Now, we have got
this straight, haven't we?
We don't deposit
Reese with you
until, uh, after the last
head has been dipped.
Mr. Favor...
I don't have to like this.
But I have got it straight.
Bye.
( dramatic theme playing )
( tense theme playing )
All right.
It won’t do you any good
to stand there
looking at me like that.
They got my brother.
My stupid, idiotic brother.
And I think
lot more of him
than any of you think
I ought to, don't I?
Well,
I'll handle it.
You just let me
handle it,
and nobody
will suffer.
Not you or me,
or my brother...
unless he does
something crazy.
And even then,
I won’t let him suffer.
Somehow I'll find a way
to make it right for him.
For all of us.
( dramatic theme playing )
( men whistling, yelling )
I don't like
that roving eye on Kincaid.
Make sure he don't...
tear
a gun loose.
( snorts )
Pete, they're
slowing up real bad.
We're going to lose
a lot of cattle right here
if we don't ease up.
Yeah, they're beginning
to flounder.
We'll rest 'em
for a while.
But only
for a short spell.
( yells indistinctively )
( crying )
Oh.
( sighs )
Looks like his mother
around the eyes.
She had beautiful eyes.
That idiot Reese coming
in here using your name...
they sure must
have figured
they killed
you to.
When I sent Helen
and the baby off...
there was lot of
smoke and fire.
Bellied out the back door
into a root cellar.
They were
so interested in me,
they didn't notice
Helen and the baby had gone.
( mellow theme playing )
Where's your gun belt,
Mr. Kincaid?
You lose it
in the raid?
Gave it away
when I got married.
( gurgles )
Well, no offense
meant,
but...J.B. Kincaid
without a gun is--
Your name
is J.B. Kincaid,
you can't afford to let
people know you're
walkin' around
without a gun.
That don't make
good sense.
Hm. Seemed to make
good sense.
I don't know, now.
WISHBONE:
Well-- Your shoes,
I wouldn't know either.
I miss my wife,
Wishbone.
And I miss her bad.
I'm grateful
the baby's alive...
but I miss my wife.
Oh, now, hold on,
Mr. Kincaid.
These things
can be used right
or they can be
used wrong.
But you're not usin' it
in either case.
Mr. Favor's orders.
Now, I'll take
my gun back.
I need it more than
you do, Wishbone.
No, sir. I gotta
ask you for my gun.
Wishbone,
if I have to...
I'll beat you down...
or I'll kill you.
You gonna shoot me down
in front of everybody?
In spite of what
Mr. Favor said?
Tsk. I don't mind so much
that your brother
and his people
burned me out and shot me up.
But my wife was shot up
so bad she died.
You owe it to Mr. Favor
to not do this, Mr. Kincaid.
I owe my wife more.
Give him a gun.
( tense theme playing )
None of these drovers
wants to lose their herd.
That's exactly
what'll happen
if they
let you kill me.
How about it, boys?
You wanna get your herd
to the dip alive?
( chuckles ):
Like Mr. Favor said.
You...
give him a gun.
Nobody
gives him a gun.
What do you mean?
You gave him yours,
didn't you?
Give it to him.
I didn't give him my gun,
He worked it away from me.
Now, you give him your gun,
and you're going
against Mr. Favor's
orders, Joe Scarlet.
You gonna
do that?
No.
There's only one man here
I want to kill.
( gun cocks )
Maybe we'd better do
what he says.
Give it
to him.
( tense theme playing )
Cut him
loose.
Just let me get the blood
back in my hands.
Get it working good.
You know, it's not
like my brother to
let a job
go unfinished.
I'd have to remember
to ask him
how come you did
get away.
Pick up the gun.
I'd hate to take
advantage of you like this...
you being so beat up.
( two gunshots )
( dramatic theme playing )
( baby crying )
He's dead.
It had to be done.
It's your gun.
What were you
doin', Scarlet?
SCARLET:
Lookin' down
Kincaid's gun barrel.
WISHBONE:
There was nothin'
any of us could do.
( gurgles )
( horses approaching )
Who did it?
Me, Mr. Favor.
Who let him
have a gun?
He got hold
of mine.
You heard
the boss' orders.
How did you let a thing
like this happen?
KINCAID:
Why all the fuss?
A man who didn't deserve
to live is dead, that's all.
( gulps )
For any of you who don't
know what this means,
we were gonna be seen
safely through the dip
because he was
alive and well.
He's no longer
alive and well.
Due to me.
Whether due to you
or not...
we no longer
have a bargain.
Yeah, well...
we don't have to let
the man there know that.
I'm not gonna bargain
with a dead man.
W-why not? Where the herd's
concerned, I think I would.
I made a deal
for a live one.
A man's only as good
as his word.
I'll keep my bargain.
Now, you can come
with me or not.
Are you gonna tell
Ewan Dangerfield
his brother's dead?
Just that.
( sighs )
Oh, boy, I think you're wrong,
but...I'm goin' with ya,
for your sake.
For my sake?
You're gonna need all the help
you can get, boss.
KINCAID:
Seems I've caused
a lot of trouble.
Is there anything
I can do to help?
Mr. Kincaid...
you'd best take yourself
and your son...move on.
What we have to do
no longer concerns you.
Oh, I'd do that,
Mr. Favor.
But how?
How would I get food
for Jimmy on my own?
The two of us have got
to stay with the drive
until you reach
the next town.
That's no lie.
Well...
get yourself
into the supply wagon.
And stay there!
That's an order.
Scarlet, Quince.
Get him
underground.
Pete, get that herd
to the dip and fast.
Our 72 hours are
just about up.
All right.
Now, don't you cause
any more trouble.
Now, you and that--
That son of yours,
get in the wagon.
The back end
of the wagon.
( baby crying )
( tense theme playing )
( mellow theme playing )
Back awful fast,
Mr. Favor.
Change your mind
about our deal?
My, um...mind's
been changed for me.
Mm-hm. It has?
Your, uh...
brother's dead.
Who killed him?
It happened.
I guess you could say
I'm responsible.
Yeah. You're responsible,
but who did it?
You?!
No.
After the dipping
I'll show you
where we buried him.
A half hour ago,
you were gonna
give me my brother.
Now you're gonna
give me a grave...
after the dipping.
You think it goes on
like nothin' happened?!
Tsk. Your price
was 500 head.
With my brother alive.
But, now, with him...
dead,
the price goes up.
Tsk. Name it.
Half the herd.
Got no choice.
You've got
no choice?
You got a choice. You got
20 men on their way here
just itching
to back you up.
When they get
through with you people,
there won’t be enough of you left
to be thinking about a herd.
Your ramrod's a hothead,
trail boss.
Ramrod pull the trigger
on my brother?
No. He was here with me
when it happened.
You've got a deal.
Hold it,
trail boss.
You're
staying here.
Ramrod can bring
the cattle in.
Bring the herd in,
Rowdy.
They only got
a couple of hours
before they start
dropping.
Boss, you just
can't walk off...
He's too smart to think
we'll let him live.
Smart...
fool.
Fool thinks more of his cattle
than his own skin.
( ominous theme playing )
( dramatic theme playing )
( men yelling )
( cattle mooing )
We'll be at
the dip soon now.
Mr. Favor told 'em
Reese is dead,
but he didn't
tell him you did it.
Stay down and quiet,
huh?
( men yelling indistinctively )
Make sure none of the men
try anything foolish
when we reach the dip.
No matter how much
they think of the boss,
we gotta get
these cattle through.
( mooing )
Ewan.
There they come.
( mellow theme playing )
All right,
take your spots.
Trail boss...
get up
on that wagon box.
Stand on the seat.
What for?
So you'll be in plain sight
of your men.
They'll know if they
try anything,
you'll make
a perfect target.
Now get up there.
All right,
give me your guns.
Nothing doin',
mister.
You just try and
take 'em, mister.
Mr. Favor.
Maybe you can
make 'em listen?
That wasn't part
of the deal.
It is now.
If you want
that herd dipped,
I gotta have
the guns.
How about it,
boss?
Tsk.
Give him your guns.
All right,
get the rest of 'em.
( men yelling,
whistling )
Alrighty.
Dip 'em!
( tense theme playing )
( men whistling )
( cattle mooing )
( whooping )
( men yelling indistinctively )
( exhales )
Mr. Favor
made a mistake
having us turn in
our guns.
Maybe.
He must think
one of us
got an ace
up our sleeves.
I sure hope
we have.
( men yelling, whooping )
Gonna happen
when we finish?
Hurry 'em through.
( mooing )
( men yelling, whistling )
Only about a dozen
more.
Now what's gonna happen,
Mr. Wishbone?
What's gonna happen
to us?
Well, don't count on us
gettin' past the dip.
( men yelling, whistling )
Get all those drovers
and line 'em up over here.
All right,
off your horses.
Get over there.
Come on, move.
The rest
of you too.
Over there.
Line up
over there.
All right.
Pick out your half.
I'm gonna pick
somethin' else first.
The man who
gunned Reese.
Now, who was it?
None of them.
Get over there.
Now, which one of you
killed my brother?
The man who points him out
saves his own life.
Well...!
My patience
is about run out.
I give the word,
my men will cut you all down.
Then I'll be sure and get
the one who shot Reese.
Now, who was it?
Who was it?!
Mr. Favor
left me in charge.
I'm responsible.
WISHBONE:
You had nothin' to do
with it, Pete Nolan.
It was my gun.
And I'm the one
who fired it.
Kincaid.
You're the one
I wanted, Ewan.
( tense theme playing )
Cut him down!
( grunts )
That's enough.
Kincaid didn't want to
kill anybody else.
You heard Mr. Favor.
I'm satisfied.
But I don't know
how long
the feeling is gonna
stay with me.
I guess Ewan owes me
this much.
Buggy and a team.
Now, come get
some of these blankets.
We want that baby
kept comfortable.
( upbeat theme playing )
( sighs )
( gurgles )
Oh, say, uh...
who gave you
the gun this time?
Hm. Reese's gun.
Found it in the supply wagon
with his gun belt.
( chuckles )
( baby crying )
And, uh--
Uh, you?
Oh. You forgot the one
that never comes off me
'cept when I bathe.
( Favor chuckles )
( baby crying )
( mellow theme playing )
Oh, when we, uh, sell
the herd in Sedalia...
you want us to send
your share from the cattle
uh, on then to Stanton?
Me and the baby will
be stayin'
with my sister
for a while.
Well, thank you.
Thank you
for everything.
I'm sorry for the trouble
I made you, Mr. Favor.
You more than made up
for it, Mr. Kincaid.
( chuckles )
J.B.
Now, you take
good care of J.B. Jr.
Well, his name ain't
gonna be J.B. Jr.
Gonna change it to J.W.
James Wishbone Kincaid.
( clicks tongue )
( baby gurgles )
( comic theme playing )
Yes, sir.
James Wishbone Kincaid.
It's a proud
and handsome name.
I'm sure glad to get
that brat off my hands.
Now I can stop
bein' a mother.
Get 'em up.
Move 'em out.
♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪
♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪
♪ Keep rollin',
Rollin', rollin' ♪
♪ Though the streams
Are swollen ♪
♪ Keep them dogies rollin' ♪
♪ Rawhide! ♪
♪ Through rain and wind
And weather ♪
♪ Hell-bent for leather ♪
♪ Wishin' my gal
Was by my side ♪
♪ All the things
I'm missin' ♪
♪ Good vittles
Love and kissin' ♪
♪ Are waiting at the end
Of my ride ♪
♪ Move 'em on, head 'em up
Head 'em up, move 'em on ♪
♪ Move 'em on, head 'em up
Rawhide ♪
♪ Cut 'em out, ride 'em in
Ride 'em in, let 'em out ♪
♪ Cut 'em out
Ride 'em in ♪
♪ Rawhide! ♪
♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪
Hyah!
( whip cracks )
Hyah!
( whip cracks )
♪ Rawhide! ♪
Hyah!
( whip cracks )
Hyah!
( whip cracks )
♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪
♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪