Rawhide (1959–1965): Season 2, Episode 7 - Incident at the Buffalo Smokehouse - 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 )
( majestic theme playing )
( men whistling, yelling )
FAVOR:
The trail log says:
"Every working cowhand
"has a string of horses
assigned to him.
"That string's made up
of the different kinds
"he's going to need.
"Circle horse, cutting horse,
a roping horse,
"one or two broncs.
He works with 'em,
worries over 'em,
and wouldn't be worth
a brass nickel without 'em.
Same goes for me...
except my string
isn't horses.
It's men.
I'm Gil Favor, trail boss.
(cows mooing)
That new batch of sourdough's
fermentin' real good.
Well, hallelujah.
You don't sound pleased,
Mr. Wishbone.
It is in the nature
of sourdough to ferment,
and it's in the nature
of a cook's louse
to get excited about it.
But it's not in my nature
to stand up and cheer,
just because
a keg of sourdough--
Mr. Wishbone...
geese.
( geese squawking )
Now, like I was sayin'--
Well, They're flyin' the wrong
way for this time of year.
Geese was never was much
for readin' calendars.
Now, like I was sayin'...
You're right.
( ominous theme playing )
It's a big one,
Mr. Favor.
A prairie fire takes hold
in this kind of country,
it's always a big one.
Hey boss--
FAVOR:
We've seen it.
It's comin' our way though.
Travelin' a lot
faster'n we are.
The wind might
shift.
And it might not.
Pete, how far back
would you say the fire is?
I'd say about
twenty miles,
and we got six
or eight hours at the most.
Is there a river ahead?
Yeah, but there's
not enough water
to stop a prairie
fire.
Rowdy...you start
movin' the herd up.
They're
pretty well rested,
you can get a lot more
speed out of 'em.
Quince, get back to the drag,
start movin' 'em up.
Good as done.
A prairie fire that size
can burn a herd down
to its hooves
in an hour.
Pete, you and me
gotta find a river
big enough to
stop that fire.
And a spot on it shallow enough
to get the herd across.
Let's go.
( dramatic theme playing )
Yeah. She's still burnin'.
No change of the wind.
Splittin' up
would double our chances.
We're not gettin'
any second ones neither.
( suspenseful theme playing )
My husband ain't home.
Well, I just wanted
some information, ma'am,
about the best place
to cross the river
with a herd
of cattle.
I wouldn't know
nothing about that.
How soon before your husband
will be coming back?
He's over at the fort,
sellin' hides.
Well, I-I-- I could
wait for him.
Not in the house.
Not while my husband's gone.
I could wait for him
outside if--
MAN:
♪ It was late last night
When my lord come home ♪
♪ Inquirin' about his lady ♪
♪ And the only answer
He received ♪
♪ She's gone with
The Gypsy, Davy ♪
Mrs. Walsh don't have
a right good ear for music.
Oh. That's too bad.
Especially when
her husband ain't home.
My name's Lon Grant.
Gil Favor.
I've got a herd over on
the Sedalia, Missouri, Trail.
Well, you've strayed,
Mr. Favor.
There's a prairie fire
sweepin' up from the south.
What do you know
about the river?
It's wide and wet.
I bathe in it to take
the stink of buffalo off me.
I mean, uh,
you know of a place
that'd be shallow enough
to make a cattle crossing?
I ain't a native, mister.
Came by this way
three, four weeks ago...
on my way from here to here.
Heh. Was offered a job
at the smokehouse, took it.
And to my everlasting
amazement, I'm keepin' it.
I'll be lookin'
for that crossing myself.
And that you'd
better.
Unless you wanna
wait for Jeremiah.
Huh?
Jeremiah. That's Mr. Walsh,
who hunts buffalo,
sells their meat
and hides...
and who ain't home.
( horses trotting )
Sound like he'd be home
real quick.
And with friends.
Jeremiah ain't
got any friends.
Besides, he wouldn't
give you the time of day.
Why not?
Jeremiah don't like men
younger than 50...
because he's afraid his wife...
just might...
Uh. I'll be lookin'
for that crossin'.
( dramatic theme playing )
Stay where
you are.
All right,
put your hands up.
Looks like that crossing
will have to wait.
Next to him.
I do believe
he's mistook us
for a band of
raidin' Comanches.
Four men held up
the Army paymaster at the fort.
They killed him
and two guards.
Four men?
You must be
seein' double.
There ain't
more than two of us.
Three of you
search the house.
If you think Mrs. Walsh
is gonna invite them in...
you're way wrong.
I haven't heard
anything from you.
Oh, I don't argue
with the Army.
There is no argument.
That's right.
My gun in your hand
says so.
Mister...
I'm huntin'
killers.
And the way I do it
is to shoot first--
And ask questions
later.
You got
the word.
Now, let's see if you got
any friends inside.
( suspenseful theme playing )
( suspenseful theme playing )
Somethin' wrong?
Oh, them soldiers.
Yeah, they must be lookin'
for the people
who killed
the paymaster.
In my house?
Those people
were headin' this way.
You heard that as well as me.
What's that cowhand been doin'
around my place?
Maybe he's one of the people.
Well, you got
a lot of cattle
on the trail,
mister...
accordin' to
this logbook.
But, uh, somebody could steal
a logbook, couldn't he?
It wouldn't take
much doin', would it?
'Fraid not.
Now, uh, take this.
Lot of writin' in this book.
Oh, and...here's
an entry,
dated about
three months ago.
"Thirteen beeves down
this day.
If we can't find water..."
All right, now you fill in,
Mr. Trail Boss.
"If we can't
find water," what?
Well, we're always
short of water. Uh--
What's the date of the entry?
Says:
"About July 2nd."
Thirteen beeves down this day.
If we can't find water...
If we can't find...
I can't remember
a thing like that.
Well, neither
could you
if you had beef
droppin' off--
Wait a minute. Thirteen.
Thirteen. That was
the unlucky day that--
That they, um...
If we can't
find water...
uh, we'll dry-herd the cattle
until they drop or until we do.
It's-- It's 14 miles
to Sykes water hole.
Yeah that's it.
You can read it in there.
Yeah.
That's in here
all right.
No one but the man who
wrote it could remember it.
We got 3,000 head.
There's a fire
in back of the herd.
There ain't anybody else
in the house, sergeant.
All right,
thank you.
Ms. Walsh...
I'm sorry
I troubled you.
Ain't anybody gonna
apologize to me?
All right, men.
Mount up.
Oh, hello,
Mr. Walsh.
I, uh, just
searched the house.
Had to because there
were strangers around.
One of 'em's
my hired hand.
Yes, so your wife told me.
The other's a cattle drover.
Heh-heh. Sure lost his trail,
windin' up here.
Shut up.
You get
in the house.
You get your gear
together.
Why? I'm not leavin'.
Yes, you are.
There's your pay.
That your new hand?
Oh, what's it
to you?
Yep. I'm goin' to work
for Mr. Walsh here.
Matt Peeler's the name.
Guess I wasn't
big enough for the job.
Or was it old enough,
Mr. Walsh?
I told you
to get your gear--
Stop frettin'.
I'm leavin'.
The stink of buffalo
ain't got such a grip on me.
( laughing )
You, go on
along with him.
He'll show you where
to bed down.
Sure will,
Mr. Walsh.
Trail boss?
That's right.
The nearest one's
the Sedalia.
And I got a herd on it.
But there's a prairie fire
burnin' up from the south.
I was looking for a river
big enough to stop it.
You found it.
What made you come
callin'?
I gotta find
a spot where I can
make a cattle
crossin' on it.
Jeremiah?
I got a pot of coffee
on the stove.
I thought maybe you--
You been invitin' people...
Oh, I didn't invite
nobody in the house.
Did I, Mr. Favor?
No, ma'am.
But, uh, seein'
Mr. Walsh is home...
We'd be mighty pleased
if you'd come in and have
a cup of coffee with us.
Thanks, but...I gotta be
finding that crossin'.
Well, a few minutes
won't make much difference,
will it, Jeremiah?
I can tell you
exactly where it is.
I'd much appreciate that.
That'll save you
more time you'd lose
by drinkin'
a cup of coffee with us.
Well, uh--
Please.
Less'n of course
Mr. Favor's
already had a cup.
No. No, not since
leaving camp.
Thanks, I-d--
I'd be glad to.
( sinister theme playing )
They just finished
searchin' that smokehouse
layout across the way.
And they didn't
find us.
We stay out in the open
much longer,
one of them Army gangs
is gonna find us.
So we don't
stay out in the open.
They was headin' East.
We're cut off from the hut.
You know who's waitin' there.
Uh, they got nothin' on Rose.
She got plenty on her.
All them lovely greenbacks.
And we can't get along
without them.
Wes...
that prairie fire's
burnin' good.
( sighs )
Fire to the south,
Army to the east.
We can't stay out
in the open.
Not till dark, anyway.
Barlow, you got
the brain of a giant.
Leaves only one place
for us, don't it?
What place is that?
One they know
we ain't in.
That buffalo smokehouse.
( dramatic theme playing )
Say, uh, mister, I hope
you don't think I deliberate
did you out
of the job.
Don't trouble
your mind, Peeler.
I should have been
on my way a long time ago.
That so?
Kind of a fella I am.
Rovin', restless,
needin' affection.
This ain't the kind of a place
for my kind of feller.
Uh-huh.
( liquid bubbling )
( ominous theme playing )
What do you got
in that bag?
My gear.
Drop it.
I'm leavin'.
Now, don't try heavin' it at me.
It wouldn't work.
Unfasten your gun belt.
And keep your hands
on the buckle.
Say, I...
I ain't ever
seen you before.
No. Most likely.
Then this ain't
anything personal?
No, nothin'
personal.
Say...you might be
one of them
outlaws that
robbed the fort.
That's right, grandpa.
I might be.
Uh-huh. Killed
two, three men?
What're you tryin' to prove?
You know how to count?
No.
Real good coffee,
Mrs. Walsh.
Oh. Jeremiah gets it at
the Army store at the fort.
Can I get you another cup?
No, I...gotta be leavin' soon.
That crossings exactly
half a mile below.
Thanks, Mr. Walsh.
( knocking at door )
I'll get it.
I'll get it.
Hey, who do you think
you are?
You can't break
into my house like--
Put up those guns.
You hear me?
I don't like
nobody touchin' me.
Then pay me
heed!
( grunts )
I only wanna
get him some water.
Let her go,
Miller.
( dramatic theme playing )
( dramatic theme playing )
He makes
too much noise.
It's his house.
I don't want it.
I want your gun though.
No.
Unbuckle your belt.
All right.
Now you tell me
who everybody is.
My name's Favor.
Drivin' a herd.
Who's Noisy here?
Walsh.
A...buffalo hunter.
He owns
this smokehouse.
And the girl?
Wife.
Well, she could have
done better.
You said you're drivin' a herd.
You a trail
boss?
Here's my trail log.
This don't mean anything.
Not a thing, whatever it says.
Where's that door
lead to?
Bedroom.
You wouldn't be lyin',
would you?
( door opens )
You would be.
This the lot
of 'em?
Yep.
All right.
Let's everybody sit down
someplace, huh?
I said sit down.
Harder to jump a man when
you're sittin', ain't it?
Now let's all
understand each other.
Them soldiers
already been here.
They're not likely
to come back.
That's your guess.
I like
the odds.
Now, we can all sit
around here till dark,
quiet and peaceable.
And nobody
gets any ideas.
Because that wouldn't
be smart.
We're nervous.
Just because you killed
a couple or three men?
Who are you?
My name's
Lon Grant.
As I was sayin'...
no trouble.
If nobody
starts anything...
Coffee smells
real good, ma'am.
I could use
a cup of myself.
Hold it. Just
let the lady do it.
( dramatic theme playing )
FAVOR:
Put 'em down.
I can get off a shot,
same as you.
Want to try for it?
Some other time,
trail boss.
Grant, get the guns.
Sure.
( scoffs )
Big bad man didn't want
a showdown, did he?
You ain't very smart.
The chances was even.
Oh, they always
have to be in your favor?
They always are.
Exceptin' this time.
You know, mister,
it's gonna be
a real pleasure
watchin' you hang.
You sure you're gonna
live that long?
( dramatic theme playing )
You. Get up there
with 'em.
Walsh, help Grant
and Peeler tie 'em up.
You seen me defendin'
my home and my wife
real good, didn't you?
There was nothin'
you could do.
They did somethin'.
I wonder how many men
this gun killed...
in the back.
I ain't been countin'.
Listen to me, trail boss,
and learn somethin'.
I'm listenin'.
There's a '73 bearin' down
on you right now.
Through the window.
( scoffs )
( gunshot )
Put the guns down,
sonny.
Or be a hero.
( uncocks gun )
( dramatic theme playing )
( grunts )
No.
It's a good thing for him
you stepped in, ma'am.
I'm no good.
I'm old--
Jeremiah,
don't say that.
No, don't say that,
Jeremiah.
Get the buffaloes
every time, don't ya?
If you don't want him
bleedin' to death in here,
you'd better
bandage him up, ma'am.
All right, Crofts,
c'mon in.
Where's Rose?
I don't know.
I never got to the hut.
Why?
Wes, there's soldiers
all over,
especially between
here and the hut.
They see you?
I got back, didn't I?
She don't know where we are,
and we can't get to her.
How is he?
He's pretty bad.
I'm glad Crofts
didn't kill you.
Sonny here's about used up
his bravery ration for the day.
Or maybe
the whole year.
So you're gonna have to
run an errand for me.
What's the errand?
There's a hut a couple of miles
downriver from here,
sits back maybe
50 yards from the bank.
There's a girl
waitin' there for me.
Bring her here.
Oh. What's to make her
believe me?
Your honest face.
And this.
Her name's
Rose Morton.
She's a lot prettier than that,
but don't go gettin' any ideas.
You wouldn't stand a chance,
with that bad hand and all.
And, uh, if I bring her back,
what happens then?
Comes dark, we light out
for the Mex border.
Buffalo hunter here
goes back to chasin' buffalo
and worryin'
about his wife.
Sonny hits the road,
and grandpa there stops shakin'.
And you get back
to your herd.
If you still got a herd, and
it ain't all ashes by then.
All right.
BARLOW: Wes.
Yeah?
Maybe the trail boss brings
back a troop of soldiers.
I ain't runnin' south
without Rose, trail boss.
Ridin' out of here,
you might start thinkin'
I'm tryin' to
pull a bluff.
You might think to yourself:
"He ain't gonna kill
them people
when he knows he ain't
got a chance."
Oh, I wouldn't think
anything like that.
Well, I'm just gonna
make sure you don't.
You don't need to
prove anything.
Shut up.
Grandpa?
Yeah.
Oh, now,
wait a minute, mister.
I'm an old man.
And...I never did
try to jump you like
these other
fellas did.
Oh, I know that, grandpa.
All I want's a little advice.
Advice? Oh.
Sure. Like,
uh...
which one
ought to get it?
Which one?
That's right.
You just point
the one out to me.
Oh, see, that's
a terrible responsibility.
I ain't gonna
ask you twice.
Well, in that case...
I sure hate
to do this, mister.
( gunshot )
I hate to take pleasure away
from anybody.
And he said it was
gonna be a real pleasure
watchin' me hang.
Now you go, trail boss.
You got just one hour
to get her back here.
And if you don't--
I might get held up.
You might.
If you run into one of
them cavalry patrols.
So don't.
A lot of these people's health's
dependin' on that.
Barlow...go with him,
see he don't take more than
his own horse.
Crofts, cover
the window.
( ominous theme playing )
( ominous theme playing )
Let's drag grandpa
out of here.
Where-- Where do you want--
Want me to put him?
Just so he's out of sight.
Smokehouse?
The smokehouse.
Miller, go with him.
I wouldn't want him
gettin' scared,
bein' alone
with a corpse.
You know, it's
a funny thing
about a fella
like sonny.
Real brave when he ain't
got time to think
what could
happen to him.
Lady...
your husband's
twice as much man.
And that opinion
I give you free.
There's nothing you can
tell me about Jeremiah
I don't already know.
Well, that's fine.
Maybe your marriage will
take on a whole new turn...
if it lasts
past the next hour.
And it's gonna be
a long one.
Where do you
keep your liquor?
( ominous theme playing )
( suspenseful theme playing )
Rose Norton?
Yeah.
I'm Gil Favor.
You're supposed to
come along with me.
Oh? You're rushing things
a bit, aren't you?
Wes Thomas is.
Who's he?
Outlaw. Killer.
Well, I don't
recognize him
from the description,
mister.
It's...accurate all right.
You could have
found that someplace.
I could have found a cavalry
patrol someplace too,
brought them along.
Why didn't Wes come for me?
Too many soldiers
runnin' around.
Where's your gun?
Wes is keepin' it
for me.
Uh, that's Wes all right.
You can tie your horse
to the buggy.
Help me up.
You're trying hard
to make me like you.
Any reason
I should?
Most men think of
lots of reasons.
That is
their problem.
What happened
to your hand?
One of Wes' friends
shot me up.
He must have been drunk.
Hm.
Because he didn't
put it through your throat.
Hyah!
( dramatic theme playing )
Ms. Walsh.
Maybe it's a good thing
you're a married woman.
I get a couple
of drinks in me,
and I'm a very
affectionate man.
Oh, he wouldn't
help you any.
Crofts and Barlow
would kill him, right?
Sure thing, Wes.
With pleasure.
Only thing is,
I got a--
I got a great
respect
for the sanctity of
the marriage vow.
( chuckles )
Maybe that's why
I never got married.
Besides...
who'd I ever meet
worth marryin'?
I don't know.
Well, I'll tell you.
The answer is nobody.
That girl you sent
Mr. Favor for.
Rose?
She'd probably slap my face
if I even suggested
such a thing.
Maybe you ain't so safe,
after all.
( suspenseful theme playing )
Where's Miller
and sonny?
They're in
the smokehouse.
You gave him
permission
to keep
the fire goin'.
Fire in the smokehouse...
fire out on the prairie...
and fire
in my blood.
Crofts...
take Walsh here
on out to the smokehouse...
so he can make sure
that his hired hand's
takin' good care
of the meat.
Don't worry
about her.
She'll be in
good hands.
( laughing )
That's funny.
That's a real joke.
That's about the best one
I ever heard, Wes.
Ah-ah-ah.
Mustn't keep
them buffaloes waitin'.
Barlow, you go on out
and watch the road.
Are you a good
woman?
I try to be.
Get up.
I said get up.
( dramatic theme playing )
Yeah.
Yeah, you're a good
woman, all right.
No blood in your veins,
no fire in your heart.
None for you.
For that buffalo hunter?
Suppose I said, unless
you was friendly with me,
I'd kill him right now?
Why do you have to kill somebody
to prove you're not afraid?
I ain't afraid.
You're afraid.
Alone, day and night,
or with your girl,
or with your men.
Scared man don't
live very long.
No outlaw lives very long.
I done fine. And I'm gonna go
right on livin'.
High on the hog, down in Mexico,
with that Army money.
Until one of your friends
or your girl kills you for it.
What's made you
so almighty smart?
You have.
I'm glad to have contributed
to your education.
You see,
I love my husband.
I've been afraid
to understand that.
I've been afraid to tell him.
Yeah. But he's out in
the smokehouse under a gun.
You've got a gun...
and you're stronger
than Jeremiah.
But no woman would ever
look at you twice
with him in the room.
Because he doesn't need a gun
to make sure he's a man.
( suspenseful theme playing )
There's a buckboard
comin' to the house.
It can't be Rose.
It's too quick.
Get to the window.
Don't open fire
till I tell you.
( cocks gun )
( cocks gun )
Hold it.
I'm all right,
Jeremiah.
Now listen, Mrs. Walsh.
You maybe
got company comin'.
You ask 'em in
real nice,
if you want
live company.
Come on.
( dramatic theme playing )
( bouncy theme playing )
Whoa.
Oh. Good afternoon,
Mrs. Walsh. Good afternoon.
Or, uh, perhaps, I should
say good evening.
No, not quite.
Not quite.
Oh, my goodness,
I almost forgot.
I'm supposed to
be a surprise.
I think you'd better--
Come in?
Course.
Well, well,
we've quite a little gathering
here, haven't we?
Uh...
I don't believe
I've had the pleasure.
My last name,
alas, is, uh, Smith.
But it's redeemed somewhat
by my first name, Julian.
( laughs )
Uh...Julian Smith,
you see.
( laughs )
What is he?
Photographer.
What's he doin'
here?
I asked him, when I was
over at the fort.
We was married
a year ago today.
Well, at least
it'll take up
some of the time.
Sonny...get
his equipment.
I will allow no one
to touch my camera.
Just exactly what's
going on around here?
You're noisy.
I asked a question.
And I said you're noisy.
Get his camera,
sonny.
Look, you-- Please...
be very careful
with that, will you?
I'll be careful.
I found out the kind of
fella I am.
I'm the careful type...
from now on.
Go with him,
Miller.
Look, Mr. Walsh, I--
Look, I-I...
Well, if nobody's
gonna tell me
what's going on
around here--
Nobody is.
Oh, I've a good mind
to go right back
to the fort without
taking the picture.
Oh, you'll take
the picture.
( dramatic theme playing )
( sighs )
I guess nobody knows
what's going to happen, do they?
Everybody here
does.
Stop the wagon.
Got no time
to stop now.
You'd better stop. Now.
Wes isn't a killer.
I said,
Wes isn't a killer.
Paymaster, guards at the fort
might not agree with you.
If they could still
speak for themselves.
They didn't just let him
walk out with the money.
They shot at him,
didn't they?
Matt Peeler
shoot at him too?
Who's he?
Little man, 60, 65. Unarmed.
He stood 10 feet from him.
Shot him down just to
prove a point.
What point?
That he is
a killer.
Where is this smokehouse?
About a mile ahead.
Just why are you
taking me to him?
He's got a gun.
It's not
pointing at you.
No, but he's pointing
at some other people though.
If I don't get back
in time...
they die.
I think you're lying.
Wes wouldn't do that.
Supposing he did?
You wouldn't be
going back there.
Nobody would.
All you're saying is...
you wouldn't.
( dramatic theme playing )
Hyah!
Ah.
Now, just a little bit
together, please.
Da-da. Fine, fine.
Thank you.
There you go.
Thank you.
Good. Good, good.
I--
Mm-hm.
That, my dear,
is lovely.
Lovely.
Yeah.
Now, hold it.
Hold it.
Hold it.
Yeah.
All right.
Now, uh...
we want this to be a happy
picture, don't we?
So, if you just
smile.
Jeremiah...
I love you.
Good, good, good,
good, good.
There we are.
Ah.
Uh-huh.
All right.
Now, that's
fine.
Now, this is going to be
a photograph you'll remember.
And your children.
If there are
any children.
Now...just
hold it.
Hold it.
Just one--
All right.
Now...
here we go.
Fine. Fine.
Where's sonny?
He was standin'
right here.
Get him Crofts.
Miller, where's
Barlow?
I don't know. He's supposed
to be watchin' the road.
Well, go make sure.
What kind of
a man are you?
You get
your picture?
Then stop askin' questions
and start hopin'.
What for?
Twenty minutes.
Just hope you can hope
after twenty minutes.
( suspenseful theme playing )
I used to work in saloons,
dancing and singing.
Wes took me
out of that.
He loves me.
Well, that's why
he's waiting for me now,
instead of making tracks
for Mexico.
He waiting for you, or for that
money you're bringing him?
He trusted me with the money
in the first place, didn't he?
So it wouldn't be found on him,
in case he was caught.
Oh.
I don't know why
I waste time talking to you.
Or why you bother
listening.
You're trying something.
Trying to get back
to the smokehouse in time.
We got less than
half hour.
( dramatic theme playing )
( dramatic theme playing )
So it was a trick.
Shut up.
Stay shut.
Howdy, soldier.
What's wrong?
Depends on who you are
and where you're goin'.
My name's Favor.
The little lady here...
Ah. She, uh,
be my wife.
You were goin' along
like you were in a hurry.
Well, I am, kind of.
What would you be
wanting with us?
Outlaws killed three men
at the fort.
Well, now, they take
their wives along with them?
MAN 1:
You ain't mentioned
why you were in a hurry.
We, uh, goin'
to the doctor.
Well, there's one
at the fort.
I know, but, uh...
if you don't mind,
I kind of like pickin' out
my own doctor.
Nothing wrong with that,
except our--
ROSE: Please.
The pains are
pretty strong.
I'm sorry, ma'am.
But I got orders
to hold everybody till
the sergeant can question 'em.
Well, when will
he be back?
He's riding patrol. He'll be
along within the hour.
I don't think
I can wait that long.
Listen, I-- I'm a married
man myself.
If he was an outlaw,
he wouldn't be cartin'
his wife to a doctor.
You know how rough
that sergeant can be.
You want to go up
against him?
You wanna explain
this to him?
Herb, you can't
keep her here.
Lady in her condition?
Yeah, I guess you're right.
Just one thing though.
We don't tell the sergeant
we let anyone through.
Understand?
All right.
Go ahead, mister.
MAN 2:
Only one thing.
Don't take it
too fast.
Lady in
her condition.
Oh, I won't.
And thanks.
Come along, Corky.
Ah, they're
staying put.
Put that away.
You never needed it.
I wasn't sure.
We worked that
pretty good.
You know, for a liar,
you certainly make
a good, honest man.
Hyah!
Ain't nothin'
in sight.
Miller and Crofts
are keepin' a lookout.
Well, we're
pullin' out.
Let's get it over with,
so we can start movin'.
Yeah.
( cocks gun )
Wait! I don't want
anything to happen to it.
It's a fine camera.
Sure it is.
( horse snorts )
( dramatic theme playing )
Come on.
Wes.
Were you going to do
something to these people?
WES:
The trail boss didn't
get you here in time,
I made him a deal.
Those bodies
in the shed...
They're no problem.
They're dead. Where's the money?
In the buckboard.
Barlow, get it and
put it in my saddlebags.
Tell Crofts and Miller
to get the horses.
We'll need one for Rose.
Use the trail boss'.
Right.
Wes, I'm not going
with you.
Why not?
Shooting it out with men
armed the way you are,
that's one thing.
But these people were standing
here with empty hands.
And one of them a woman too.
What's the matter with you?
What's the matter with you?
What's that mean?
Oh, nothing.
Nothing to you,
I guess.
Ah!
You got your money.
Why don't you get movin'?
Don't overplay your hand,
trail boss.
Man like you
makes me feel bad.
You know why?
Why?
Because even without a gun,
you think you're someone.
Without one, you know
what I am.
Yeah, I know.
So you're gonna die,
trail boss.
( cocks gun )
Want me to
turn my back?
Make it easier for you.
Make it easier
for you.
Wes, don't do it.
No.
No, I want to see your face.
That's all
I want.
Just the memory
of your face.
( gunshot )
( gun clatters to ground )
( dramatic theme playing )
Good cover
for 'em.
You'll never shoot 'em
out of there.
Got anything in mind?
You keep 'em busy,
Mr. Favor.
Right.
( liquid bubbling )
( grunts )
Oh, Mr. Favor.
You know, sir,
those men were barbarians.
Why, they wouldn't have minded
riddling my camera
with bullet holes.
Sure right.
Mr. Favor...
if you ever find yourself
this way again,
we'd sure be pleased
if you'd drop in
for another
cup of coffee.
Wouldn't we,
Jeremiah?
We sure would.
Thanks.
Thanks to both
of you.
( calm theme playing )
Mr. Favor.
I wish you'd
been a liar.
( upbeat theme playing )
( cows lowing )
Fire's gainin'
on us.
( ominous theme playing )
I found a river,
but I found no place
shallow enough to make
a crossin'.
Crossing's
straight ahead, Pete.
'Bout a mile.
Turn 'em.
About time too.
Where you been,
boss?
What happened to
your hand there?
I'll tell you about it
when we've got more time.
People.
You know...
there are times I...
do cattle better.
Let's get to 'em, Rowdy.
All right.
( uplifting dramatic theme
playing )
♪ 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 )
♪ 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 )
( majestic theme playing )
( men whistling, yelling )
FAVOR:
The trail log says:
"Every working cowhand
"has a string of horses
assigned to him.
"That string's made up
of the different kinds
"he's going to need.
"Circle horse, cutting horse,
a roping horse,
"one or two broncs.
He works with 'em,
worries over 'em,
and wouldn't be worth
a brass nickel without 'em.
Same goes for me...
except my string
isn't horses.
It's men.
I'm Gil Favor, trail boss.
(cows mooing)
That new batch of sourdough's
fermentin' real good.
Well, hallelujah.
You don't sound pleased,
Mr. Wishbone.
It is in the nature
of sourdough to ferment,
and it's in the nature
of a cook's louse
to get excited about it.
But it's not in my nature
to stand up and cheer,
just because
a keg of sourdough--
Mr. Wishbone...
geese.
( geese squawking )
Now, like I was sayin'--
Well, They're flyin' the wrong
way for this time of year.
Geese was never was much
for readin' calendars.
Now, like I was sayin'...
You're right.
( ominous theme playing )
It's a big one,
Mr. Favor.
A prairie fire takes hold
in this kind of country,
it's always a big one.
Hey boss--
FAVOR:
We've seen it.
It's comin' our way though.
Travelin' a lot
faster'n we are.
The wind might
shift.
And it might not.
Pete, how far back
would you say the fire is?
I'd say about
twenty miles,
and we got six
or eight hours at the most.
Is there a river ahead?
Yeah, but there's
not enough water
to stop a prairie
fire.
Rowdy...you start
movin' the herd up.
They're
pretty well rested,
you can get a lot more
speed out of 'em.
Quince, get back to the drag,
start movin' 'em up.
Good as done.
A prairie fire that size
can burn a herd down
to its hooves
in an hour.
Pete, you and me
gotta find a river
big enough to
stop that fire.
And a spot on it shallow enough
to get the herd across.
Let's go.
( dramatic theme playing )
Yeah. She's still burnin'.
No change of the wind.
Splittin' up
would double our chances.
We're not gettin'
any second ones neither.
( suspenseful theme playing )
My husband ain't home.
Well, I just wanted
some information, ma'am,
about the best place
to cross the river
with a herd
of cattle.
I wouldn't know
nothing about that.
How soon before your husband
will be coming back?
He's over at the fort,
sellin' hides.
Well, I-I-- I could
wait for him.
Not in the house.
Not while my husband's gone.
I could wait for him
outside if--
MAN:
♪ It was late last night
When my lord come home ♪
♪ Inquirin' about his lady ♪
♪ And the only answer
He received ♪
♪ She's gone with
The Gypsy, Davy ♪
Mrs. Walsh don't have
a right good ear for music.
Oh. That's too bad.
Especially when
her husband ain't home.
My name's Lon Grant.
Gil Favor.
I've got a herd over on
the Sedalia, Missouri, Trail.
Well, you've strayed,
Mr. Favor.
There's a prairie fire
sweepin' up from the south.
What do you know
about the river?
It's wide and wet.
I bathe in it to take
the stink of buffalo off me.
I mean, uh,
you know of a place
that'd be shallow enough
to make a cattle crossing?
I ain't a native, mister.
Came by this way
three, four weeks ago...
on my way from here to here.
Heh. Was offered a job
at the smokehouse, took it.
And to my everlasting
amazement, I'm keepin' it.
I'll be lookin'
for that crossing myself.
And that you'd
better.
Unless you wanna
wait for Jeremiah.
Huh?
Jeremiah. That's Mr. Walsh,
who hunts buffalo,
sells their meat
and hides...
and who ain't home.
( horses trotting )
Sound like he'd be home
real quick.
And with friends.
Jeremiah ain't
got any friends.
Besides, he wouldn't
give you the time of day.
Why not?
Jeremiah don't like men
younger than 50...
because he's afraid his wife...
just might...
Uh. I'll be lookin'
for that crossin'.
( dramatic theme playing )
Stay where
you are.
All right,
put your hands up.
Looks like that crossing
will have to wait.
Next to him.
I do believe
he's mistook us
for a band of
raidin' Comanches.
Four men held up
the Army paymaster at the fort.
They killed him
and two guards.
Four men?
You must be
seein' double.
There ain't
more than two of us.
Three of you
search the house.
If you think Mrs. Walsh
is gonna invite them in...
you're way wrong.
I haven't heard
anything from you.
Oh, I don't argue
with the Army.
There is no argument.
That's right.
My gun in your hand
says so.
Mister...
I'm huntin'
killers.
And the way I do it
is to shoot first--
And ask questions
later.
You got
the word.
Now, let's see if you got
any friends inside.
( suspenseful theme playing )
( suspenseful theme playing )
Somethin' wrong?
Oh, them soldiers.
Yeah, they must be lookin'
for the people
who killed
the paymaster.
In my house?
Those people
were headin' this way.
You heard that as well as me.
What's that cowhand been doin'
around my place?
Maybe he's one of the people.
Well, you got
a lot of cattle
on the trail,
mister...
accordin' to
this logbook.
But, uh, somebody could steal
a logbook, couldn't he?
It wouldn't take
much doin', would it?
'Fraid not.
Now, uh, take this.
Lot of writin' in this book.
Oh, and...here's
an entry,
dated about
three months ago.
"Thirteen beeves down
this day.
If we can't find water..."
All right, now you fill in,
Mr. Trail Boss.
"If we can't
find water," what?
Well, we're always
short of water. Uh--
What's the date of the entry?
Says:
"About July 2nd."
Thirteen beeves down this day.
If we can't find water...
If we can't find...
I can't remember
a thing like that.
Well, neither
could you
if you had beef
droppin' off--
Wait a minute. Thirteen.
Thirteen. That was
the unlucky day that--
That they, um...
If we can't
find water...
uh, we'll dry-herd the cattle
until they drop or until we do.
It's-- It's 14 miles
to Sykes water hole.
Yeah that's it.
You can read it in there.
Yeah.
That's in here
all right.
No one but the man who
wrote it could remember it.
We got 3,000 head.
There's a fire
in back of the herd.
There ain't anybody else
in the house, sergeant.
All right,
thank you.
Ms. Walsh...
I'm sorry
I troubled you.
Ain't anybody gonna
apologize to me?
All right, men.
Mount up.
Oh, hello,
Mr. Walsh.
I, uh, just
searched the house.
Had to because there
were strangers around.
One of 'em's
my hired hand.
Yes, so your wife told me.
The other's a cattle drover.
Heh-heh. Sure lost his trail,
windin' up here.
Shut up.
You get
in the house.
You get your gear
together.
Why? I'm not leavin'.
Yes, you are.
There's your pay.
That your new hand?
Oh, what's it
to you?
Yep. I'm goin' to work
for Mr. Walsh here.
Matt Peeler's the name.
Guess I wasn't
big enough for the job.
Or was it old enough,
Mr. Walsh?
I told you
to get your gear--
Stop frettin'.
I'm leavin'.
The stink of buffalo
ain't got such a grip on me.
( laughing )
You, go on
along with him.
He'll show you where
to bed down.
Sure will,
Mr. Walsh.
Trail boss?
That's right.
The nearest one's
the Sedalia.
And I got a herd on it.
But there's a prairie fire
burnin' up from the south.
I was looking for a river
big enough to stop it.
You found it.
What made you come
callin'?
I gotta find
a spot where I can
make a cattle
crossin' on it.
Jeremiah?
I got a pot of coffee
on the stove.
I thought maybe you--
You been invitin' people...
Oh, I didn't invite
nobody in the house.
Did I, Mr. Favor?
No, ma'am.
But, uh, seein'
Mr. Walsh is home...
We'd be mighty pleased
if you'd come in and have
a cup of coffee with us.
Thanks, but...I gotta be
finding that crossin'.
Well, a few minutes
won't make much difference,
will it, Jeremiah?
I can tell you
exactly where it is.
I'd much appreciate that.
That'll save you
more time you'd lose
by drinkin'
a cup of coffee with us.
Well, uh--
Please.
Less'n of course
Mr. Favor's
already had a cup.
No. No, not since
leaving camp.
Thanks, I-d--
I'd be glad to.
( sinister theme playing )
They just finished
searchin' that smokehouse
layout across the way.
And they didn't
find us.
We stay out in the open
much longer,
one of them Army gangs
is gonna find us.
So we don't
stay out in the open.
They was headin' East.
We're cut off from the hut.
You know who's waitin' there.
Uh, they got nothin' on Rose.
She got plenty on her.
All them lovely greenbacks.
And we can't get along
without them.
Wes...
that prairie fire's
burnin' good.
( sighs )
Fire to the south,
Army to the east.
We can't stay out
in the open.
Not till dark, anyway.
Barlow, you got
the brain of a giant.
Leaves only one place
for us, don't it?
What place is that?
One they know
we ain't in.
That buffalo smokehouse.
( dramatic theme playing )
Say, uh, mister, I hope
you don't think I deliberate
did you out
of the job.
Don't trouble
your mind, Peeler.
I should have been
on my way a long time ago.
That so?
Kind of a fella I am.
Rovin', restless,
needin' affection.
This ain't the kind of a place
for my kind of feller.
Uh-huh.
( liquid bubbling )
( ominous theme playing )
What do you got
in that bag?
My gear.
Drop it.
I'm leavin'.
Now, don't try heavin' it at me.
It wouldn't work.
Unfasten your gun belt.
And keep your hands
on the buckle.
Say, I...
I ain't ever
seen you before.
No. Most likely.
Then this ain't
anything personal?
No, nothin'
personal.
Say...you might be
one of them
outlaws that
robbed the fort.
That's right, grandpa.
I might be.
Uh-huh. Killed
two, three men?
What're you tryin' to prove?
You know how to count?
No.
Real good coffee,
Mrs. Walsh.
Oh. Jeremiah gets it at
the Army store at the fort.
Can I get you another cup?
No, I...gotta be leavin' soon.
That crossings exactly
half a mile below.
Thanks, Mr. Walsh.
( knocking at door )
I'll get it.
I'll get it.
Hey, who do you think
you are?
You can't break
into my house like--
Put up those guns.
You hear me?
I don't like
nobody touchin' me.
Then pay me
heed!
( grunts )
I only wanna
get him some water.
Let her go,
Miller.
( dramatic theme playing )
( dramatic theme playing )
He makes
too much noise.
It's his house.
I don't want it.
I want your gun though.
No.
Unbuckle your belt.
All right.
Now you tell me
who everybody is.
My name's Favor.
Drivin' a herd.
Who's Noisy here?
Walsh.
A...buffalo hunter.
He owns
this smokehouse.
And the girl?
Wife.
Well, she could have
done better.
You said you're drivin' a herd.
You a trail
boss?
Here's my trail log.
This don't mean anything.
Not a thing, whatever it says.
Where's that door
lead to?
Bedroom.
You wouldn't be lyin',
would you?
( door opens )
You would be.
This the lot
of 'em?
Yep.
All right.
Let's everybody sit down
someplace, huh?
I said sit down.
Harder to jump a man when
you're sittin', ain't it?
Now let's all
understand each other.
Them soldiers
already been here.
They're not likely
to come back.
That's your guess.
I like
the odds.
Now, we can all sit
around here till dark,
quiet and peaceable.
And nobody
gets any ideas.
Because that wouldn't
be smart.
We're nervous.
Just because you killed
a couple or three men?
Who are you?
My name's
Lon Grant.
As I was sayin'...
no trouble.
If nobody
starts anything...
Coffee smells
real good, ma'am.
I could use
a cup of myself.
Hold it. Just
let the lady do it.
( dramatic theme playing )
FAVOR:
Put 'em down.
I can get off a shot,
same as you.
Want to try for it?
Some other time,
trail boss.
Grant, get the guns.
Sure.
( scoffs )
Big bad man didn't want
a showdown, did he?
You ain't very smart.
The chances was even.
Oh, they always
have to be in your favor?
They always are.
Exceptin' this time.
You know, mister,
it's gonna be
a real pleasure
watchin' you hang.
You sure you're gonna
live that long?
( dramatic theme playing )
You. Get up there
with 'em.
Walsh, help Grant
and Peeler tie 'em up.
You seen me defendin'
my home and my wife
real good, didn't you?
There was nothin'
you could do.
They did somethin'.
I wonder how many men
this gun killed...
in the back.
I ain't been countin'.
Listen to me, trail boss,
and learn somethin'.
I'm listenin'.
There's a '73 bearin' down
on you right now.
Through the window.
( scoffs )
( gunshot )
Put the guns down,
sonny.
Or be a hero.
( uncocks gun )
( dramatic theme playing )
( grunts )
No.
It's a good thing for him
you stepped in, ma'am.
I'm no good.
I'm old--
Jeremiah,
don't say that.
No, don't say that,
Jeremiah.
Get the buffaloes
every time, don't ya?
If you don't want him
bleedin' to death in here,
you'd better
bandage him up, ma'am.
All right, Crofts,
c'mon in.
Where's Rose?
I don't know.
I never got to the hut.
Why?
Wes, there's soldiers
all over,
especially between
here and the hut.
They see you?
I got back, didn't I?
She don't know where we are,
and we can't get to her.
How is he?
He's pretty bad.
I'm glad Crofts
didn't kill you.
Sonny here's about used up
his bravery ration for the day.
Or maybe
the whole year.
So you're gonna have to
run an errand for me.
What's the errand?
There's a hut a couple of miles
downriver from here,
sits back maybe
50 yards from the bank.
There's a girl
waitin' there for me.
Bring her here.
Oh. What's to make her
believe me?
Your honest face.
And this.
Her name's
Rose Morton.
She's a lot prettier than that,
but don't go gettin' any ideas.
You wouldn't stand a chance,
with that bad hand and all.
And, uh, if I bring her back,
what happens then?
Comes dark, we light out
for the Mex border.
Buffalo hunter here
goes back to chasin' buffalo
and worryin'
about his wife.
Sonny hits the road,
and grandpa there stops shakin'.
And you get back
to your herd.
If you still got a herd, and
it ain't all ashes by then.
All right.
BARLOW: Wes.
Yeah?
Maybe the trail boss brings
back a troop of soldiers.
I ain't runnin' south
without Rose, trail boss.
Ridin' out of here,
you might start thinkin'
I'm tryin' to
pull a bluff.
You might think to yourself:
"He ain't gonna kill
them people
when he knows he ain't
got a chance."
Oh, I wouldn't think
anything like that.
Well, I'm just gonna
make sure you don't.
You don't need to
prove anything.
Shut up.
Grandpa?
Yeah.
Oh, now,
wait a minute, mister.
I'm an old man.
And...I never did
try to jump you like
these other
fellas did.
Oh, I know that, grandpa.
All I want's a little advice.
Advice? Oh.
Sure. Like,
uh...
which one
ought to get it?
Which one?
That's right.
You just point
the one out to me.
Oh, see, that's
a terrible responsibility.
I ain't gonna
ask you twice.
Well, in that case...
I sure hate
to do this, mister.
( gunshot )
I hate to take pleasure away
from anybody.
And he said it was
gonna be a real pleasure
watchin' me hang.
Now you go, trail boss.
You got just one hour
to get her back here.
And if you don't--
I might get held up.
You might.
If you run into one of
them cavalry patrols.
So don't.
A lot of these people's health's
dependin' on that.
Barlow...go with him,
see he don't take more than
his own horse.
Crofts, cover
the window.
( ominous theme playing )
( ominous theme playing )
Let's drag grandpa
out of here.
Where-- Where do you want--
Want me to put him?
Just so he's out of sight.
Smokehouse?
The smokehouse.
Miller, go with him.
I wouldn't want him
gettin' scared,
bein' alone
with a corpse.
You know, it's
a funny thing
about a fella
like sonny.
Real brave when he ain't
got time to think
what could
happen to him.
Lady...
your husband's
twice as much man.
And that opinion
I give you free.
There's nothing you can
tell me about Jeremiah
I don't already know.
Well, that's fine.
Maybe your marriage will
take on a whole new turn...
if it lasts
past the next hour.
And it's gonna be
a long one.
Where do you
keep your liquor?
( ominous theme playing )
( suspenseful theme playing )
Rose Norton?
Yeah.
I'm Gil Favor.
You're supposed to
come along with me.
Oh? You're rushing things
a bit, aren't you?
Wes Thomas is.
Who's he?
Outlaw. Killer.
Well, I don't
recognize him
from the description,
mister.
It's...accurate all right.
You could have
found that someplace.
I could have found a cavalry
patrol someplace too,
brought them along.
Why didn't Wes come for me?
Too many soldiers
runnin' around.
Where's your gun?
Wes is keepin' it
for me.
Uh, that's Wes all right.
You can tie your horse
to the buggy.
Help me up.
You're trying hard
to make me like you.
Any reason
I should?
Most men think of
lots of reasons.
That is
their problem.
What happened
to your hand?
One of Wes' friends
shot me up.
He must have been drunk.
Hm.
Because he didn't
put it through your throat.
Hyah!
( dramatic theme playing )
Ms. Walsh.
Maybe it's a good thing
you're a married woman.
I get a couple
of drinks in me,
and I'm a very
affectionate man.
Oh, he wouldn't
help you any.
Crofts and Barlow
would kill him, right?
Sure thing, Wes.
With pleasure.
Only thing is,
I got a--
I got a great
respect
for the sanctity of
the marriage vow.
( chuckles )
Maybe that's why
I never got married.
Besides...
who'd I ever meet
worth marryin'?
I don't know.
Well, I'll tell you.
The answer is nobody.
That girl you sent
Mr. Favor for.
Rose?
She'd probably slap my face
if I even suggested
such a thing.
Maybe you ain't so safe,
after all.
( suspenseful theme playing )
Where's Miller
and sonny?
They're in
the smokehouse.
You gave him
permission
to keep
the fire goin'.
Fire in the smokehouse...
fire out on the prairie...
and fire
in my blood.
Crofts...
take Walsh here
on out to the smokehouse...
so he can make sure
that his hired hand's
takin' good care
of the meat.
Don't worry
about her.
She'll be in
good hands.
( laughing )
That's funny.
That's a real joke.
That's about the best one
I ever heard, Wes.
Ah-ah-ah.
Mustn't keep
them buffaloes waitin'.
Barlow, you go on out
and watch the road.
Are you a good
woman?
I try to be.
Get up.
I said get up.
( dramatic theme playing )
Yeah.
Yeah, you're a good
woman, all right.
No blood in your veins,
no fire in your heart.
None for you.
For that buffalo hunter?
Suppose I said, unless
you was friendly with me,
I'd kill him right now?
Why do you have to kill somebody
to prove you're not afraid?
I ain't afraid.
You're afraid.
Alone, day and night,
or with your girl,
or with your men.
Scared man don't
live very long.
No outlaw lives very long.
I done fine. And I'm gonna go
right on livin'.
High on the hog, down in Mexico,
with that Army money.
Until one of your friends
or your girl kills you for it.
What's made you
so almighty smart?
You have.
I'm glad to have contributed
to your education.
You see,
I love my husband.
I've been afraid
to understand that.
I've been afraid to tell him.
Yeah. But he's out in
the smokehouse under a gun.
You've got a gun...
and you're stronger
than Jeremiah.
But no woman would ever
look at you twice
with him in the room.
Because he doesn't need a gun
to make sure he's a man.
( suspenseful theme playing )
There's a buckboard
comin' to the house.
It can't be Rose.
It's too quick.
Get to the window.
Don't open fire
till I tell you.
( cocks gun )
( cocks gun )
Hold it.
I'm all right,
Jeremiah.
Now listen, Mrs. Walsh.
You maybe
got company comin'.
You ask 'em in
real nice,
if you want
live company.
Come on.
( dramatic theme playing )
( bouncy theme playing )
Whoa.
Oh. Good afternoon,
Mrs. Walsh. Good afternoon.
Or, uh, perhaps, I should
say good evening.
No, not quite.
Not quite.
Oh, my goodness,
I almost forgot.
I'm supposed to
be a surprise.
I think you'd better--
Come in?
Course.
Well, well,
we've quite a little gathering
here, haven't we?
Uh...
I don't believe
I've had the pleasure.
My last name,
alas, is, uh, Smith.
But it's redeemed somewhat
by my first name, Julian.
( laughs )
Uh...Julian Smith,
you see.
( laughs )
What is he?
Photographer.
What's he doin'
here?
I asked him, when I was
over at the fort.
We was married
a year ago today.
Well, at least
it'll take up
some of the time.
Sonny...get
his equipment.
I will allow no one
to touch my camera.
Just exactly what's
going on around here?
You're noisy.
I asked a question.
And I said you're noisy.
Get his camera,
sonny.
Look, you-- Please...
be very careful
with that, will you?
I'll be careful.
I found out the kind of
fella I am.
I'm the careful type...
from now on.
Go with him,
Miller.
Look, Mr. Walsh, I--
Look, I-I...
Well, if nobody's
gonna tell me
what's going on
around here--
Nobody is.
Oh, I've a good mind
to go right back
to the fort without
taking the picture.
Oh, you'll take
the picture.
( dramatic theme playing )
( sighs )
I guess nobody knows
what's going to happen, do they?
Everybody here
does.
Stop the wagon.
Got no time
to stop now.
You'd better stop. Now.
Wes isn't a killer.
I said,
Wes isn't a killer.
Paymaster, guards at the fort
might not agree with you.
If they could still
speak for themselves.
They didn't just let him
walk out with the money.
They shot at him,
didn't they?
Matt Peeler
shoot at him too?
Who's he?
Little man, 60, 65. Unarmed.
He stood 10 feet from him.
Shot him down just to
prove a point.
What point?
That he is
a killer.
Where is this smokehouse?
About a mile ahead.
Just why are you
taking me to him?
He's got a gun.
It's not
pointing at you.
No, but he's pointing
at some other people though.
If I don't get back
in time...
they die.
I think you're lying.
Wes wouldn't do that.
Supposing he did?
You wouldn't be
going back there.
Nobody would.
All you're saying is...
you wouldn't.
( dramatic theme playing )
Hyah!
Ah.
Now, just a little bit
together, please.
Da-da. Fine, fine.
Thank you.
There you go.
Thank you.
Good. Good, good.
I--
Mm-hm.
That, my dear,
is lovely.
Lovely.
Yeah.
Now, hold it.
Hold it.
Hold it.
Yeah.
All right.
Now, uh...
we want this to be a happy
picture, don't we?
So, if you just
smile.
Jeremiah...
I love you.
Good, good, good,
good, good.
There we are.
Ah.
Uh-huh.
All right.
Now, that's
fine.
Now, this is going to be
a photograph you'll remember.
And your children.
If there are
any children.
Now...just
hold it.
Hold it.
Just one--
All right.
Now...
here we go.
Fine. Fine.
Where's sonny?
He was standin'
right here.
Get him Crofts.
Miller, where's
Barlow?
I don't know. He's supposed
to be watchin' the road.
Well, go make sure.
What kind of
a man are you?
You get
your picture?
Then stop askin' questions
and start hopin'.
What for?
Twenty minutes.
Just hope you can hope
after twenty minutes.
( suspenseful theme playing )
I used to work in saloons,
dancing and singing.
Wes took me
out of that.
He loves me.
Well, that's why
he's waiting for me now,
instead of making tracks
for Mexico.
He waiting for you, or for that
money you're bringing him?
He trusted me with the money
in the first place, didn't he?
So it wouldn't be found on him,
in case he was caught.
Oh.
I don't know why
I waste time talking to you.
Or why you bother
listening.
You're trying something.
Trying to get back
to the smokehouse in time.
We got less than
half hour.
( dramatic theme playing )
( dramatic theme playing )
So it was a trick.
Shut up.
Stay shut.
Howdy, soldier.
What's wrong?
Depends on who you are
and where you're goin'.
My name's Favor.
The little lady here...
Ah. She, uh,
be my wife.
You were goin' along
like you were in a hurry.
Well, I am, kind of.
What would you be
wanting with us?
Outlaws killed three men
at the fort.
Well, now, they take
their wives along with them?
MAN 1:
You ain't mentioned
why you were in a hurry.
We, uh, goin'
to the doctor.
Well, there's one
at the fort.
I know, but, uh...
if you don't mind,
I kind of like pickin' out
my own doctor.
Nothing wrong with that,
except our--
ROSE: Please.
The pains are
pretty strong.
I'm sorry, ma'am.
But I got orders
to hold everybody till
the sergeant can question 'em.
Well, when will
he be back?
He's riding patrol. He'll be
along within the hour.
I don't think
I can wait that long.
Listen, I-- I'm a married
man myself.
If he was an outlaw,
he wouldn't be cartin'
his wife to a doctor.
You know how rough
that sergeant can be.
You want to go up
against him?
You wanna explain
this to him?
Herb, you can't
keep her here.
Lady in her condition?
Yeah, I guess you're right.
Just one thing though.
We don't tell the sergeant
we let anyone through.
Understand?
All right.
Go ahead, mister.
MAN 2:
Only one thing.
Don't take it
too fast.
Lady in
her condition.
Oh, I won't.
And thanks.
Come along, Corky.
Ah, they're
staying put.
Put that away.
You never needed it.
I wasn't sure.
We worked that
pretty good.
You know, for a liar,
you certainly make
a good, honest man.
Hyah!
Ain't nothin'
in sight.
Miller and Crofts
are keepin' a lookout.
Well, we're
pullin' out.
Let's get it over with,
so we can start movin'.
Yeah.
( cocks gun )
Wait! I don't want
anything to happen to it.
It's a fine camera.
Sure it is.
( horse snorts )
( dramatic theme playing )
Come on.
Wes.
Were you going to do
something to these people?
WES:
The trail boss didn't
get you here in time,
I made him a deal.
Those bodies
in the shed...
They're no problem.
They're dead. Where's the money?
In the buckboard.
Barlow, get it and
put it in my saddlebags.
Tell Crofts and Miller
to get the horses.
We'll need one for Rose.
Use the trail boss'.
Right.
Wes, I'm not going
with you.
Why not?
Shooting it out with men
armed the way you are,
that's one thing.
But these people were standing
here with empty hands.
And one of them a woman too.
What's the matter with you?
What's the matter with you?
What's that mean?
Oh, nothing.
Nothing to you,
I guess.
Ah!
You got your money.
Why don't you get movin'?
Don't overplay your hand,
trail boss.
Man like you
makes me feel bad.
You know why?
Why?
Because even without a gun,
you think you're someone.
Without one, you know
what I am.
Yeah, I know.
So you're gonna die,
trail boss.
( cocks gun )
Want me to
turn my back?
Make it easier for you.
Make it easier
for you.
Wes, don't do it.
No.
No, I want to see your face.
That's all
I want.
Just the memory
of your face.
( gunshot )
( gun clatters to ground )
( dramatic theme playing )
Good cover
for 'em.
You'll never shoot 'em
out of there.
Got anything in mind?
You keep 'em busy,
Mr. Favor.
Right.
( liquid bubbling )
( grunts )
Oh, Mr. Favor.
You know, sir,
those men were barbarians.
Why, they wouldn't have minded
riddling my camera
with bullet holes.
Sure right.
Mr. Favor...
if you ever find yourself
this way again,
we'd sure be pleased
if you'd drop in
for another
cup of coffee.
Wouldn't we,
Jeremiah?
We sure would.
Thanks.
Thanks to both
of you.
( calm theme playing )
Mr. Favor.
I wish you'd
been a liar.
( upbeat theme playing )
( cows lowing )
Fire's gainin'
on us.
( ominous theme playing )
I found a river,
but I found no place
shallow enough to make
a crossin'.
Crossing's
straight ahead, Pete.
'Bout a mile.
Turn 'em.
About time too.
Where you been,
boss?
What happened to
your hand there?
I'll tell you about it
when we've got more time.
People.
You know...
there are times I...
do cattle better.
Let's get to 'em, Rowdy.
All right.
( uplifting dramatic theme
playing )
♪ 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 )
♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪
♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪