Rawhide (1959–1965): Season 2, Episode 8 - Incident of the Haunted Hills - full transcript
Desperate for water, Gil's drive is forced into a deadly confrontation between the Paneequa tribe and surveyors, over the Lake of the Haunted Hills. The valley's ghostly winds and geysers are sacred to the tribe, while the U.S. Army survey is headed by a stubborn Indian killer Captain, who orders a Paneequa woman tortured. Gil hopes his drover Tasunka, who left the tribe as a teen, can mediate the dispute with minimal bloodshed, but when Gil finds that the local White settlement Heliotrope is a ghost town due to the dispute, the trail boss tells Rowdy to take over the drive in case he is killed.
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 ♪
♪ 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 )
( whip cracks )
( heroic theme playing )
FAVOR:
When things are goin'
right on a drive,
trail hand will
call everything
from a calf to
a ten-year-old bull: a cow.
When they're not goin' right,
which is most of the time,
he'll call cattle
lots of other names.
Very few of 'em
are complimentary.
I know 'em all.
I'm Gil Favor,
trail boss.
( heroic theme playing )
MAN:
This is where we are,
Mr. Favor.
FAVOR:
Heliotrope?
Ha! It's a fancy name
for a dot on a map.
Those would be
the hills.
MAN:
Yeah, the Haunted Hills.
Oh, that's a lot o' ground
for a ghost to cover.
( rider approaching )
River ain't
even damp.
Pete come
back yet?
Nope.
Well, maybe he's come
across some water by now.
Any water that it'd
take him all day to find
is too far away to do
the herd much good.
We might have
to leave the trail.
How far is Heliotrope,
Flagg?
Well, the map puts it
at the foot of that range.
Ten...12 miles,
maybe.
It's worth
tryin'.
Rowdy, keep the
herd movin'.
Right.
Come on.
Rode through
this country once,
years ago.
Used to be
Pahniquois land.
Dry then
as it is now
You said
Pahniquois?
Yeah.
Yah.
Yep.
FAVOR:
Tasunka!
You Pahniquois,
aren't ya?
I used to be.
You know this territory?
Pahniquois are not
plains Indians.
They must come down from
the hills sometimes.
No.
Well, you did.
What's Heliotrope like?
Small.
Dirty.
A white man's town.
Does it have
any water?
It had 10 years ago.
Flagg and I are
ridin' on ahead,
see if we can make arrangements
for watering the herd there.
You'd best
come with us.
All right,
Mr. Favor.
I take you
the shortest way.
( dramatic theme playing )
( ominous theme playing )
( exhales forcefully )
Guess there wasn't any
hurry after all.
This town's
about dead.
It dried up.
It hasn't
blown away yet.
But it will.
You could
sound sorrier.
I could
be sorrier.
I am not.
You said there
was water here.
They sank wells.
After a while, they probably
couldn't sink them deep enough.
What does your tribe
do for water?
I have no tribe.
I know nothing
about the Pahniquois.
( woman screams )
( dramatic theme playing )
( screams )
Crane, Owens,
Phillips.
( sobbing )
You gentlemen
look busy.
Uh, we were asking the
young lady some questions.
With a whip?
You know a
better way?
MAN:
Hold it!
That's
enough!
( dramatic theme playing )
Shoot that
redskin, Crane.
Tasunka.
Let up on him.
You'll kill him.
Yes!
Tasunka!
( grunting )
That's
enough.
At ease.
I'm Captain Loomis
of the United States Army.
Captain,
you forgot your uniform.
So'd
your men.
Civilian mission.
What's your name?
Favor.
Why are you
in Heliotrope?
Got a herd on the
Sedalia, Missouri Trail.
Needs water.
Mr. Favor,
you've seen this town.
People lived
here once.
Not anymore.
I've seen it.
It died because the
Pahniquois wanted it to die.
Oh, what'd they do?
Cast a spell on it?
They denied the people of
Heliotrope access to water
abundant enough for
a hundred towns like this,
and a hundred tribes
like the Pahniquois.
Mr. Meeker's a
government surveyor.
His job is to map
the Haunted Hills
and the Valley
of the Pahniquois.
Mine is to see that he
does his job successfully.
You mean the water's
up in the hills?
Yes.
You hire Indians,
Mr. Favor?
No.
I hire cowhands.
LOOMIS:
Army discipline
doesn't ordinarily include
flogging Indian women.
But I'd order a
hundred thousand flogged
if I thought it would help me
carry out my duties.
What'd you expect to
get out of her anyway?
Information.
The best way
to the valley,
the safest method
of procedure.
You see,
Mr. Favor,
other white men have
gone into the valley.
They all died,
with Pahniquois arrows
in their backs.
( spits )
We caught the girl herding
sheep in the foothills.
The Pahniquois speak
a very special dialect.
None of the other tribes
can understand them.
I wouldn't
know that.
I was thoroughly
briefed.
Your man's
obviously one of 'em.
Perhaps he'd like to
answer a few questions?
You can ask him.
Tasunka.
Without a whip.
What is the best way
into the valley?
Our only purpose
in going in is to map it.
We would prefer
to avoid bloodshed.
Can you
help us?
Mount up!
Mr. Favor,
your herd needs water.
Why don't you lead it
into the hills?
The Pahniquois might turn their
backs, just as your friend has.
The captain is
a very simple man.
He hates Indians
because they kill soldiers.
I'm much more
complex.
Oh, I can
believe that.
There's plenty
of water.
Why don't you
join us up there?
Tasunka,
why'd that girl
spit in your face?
I am a white man.
Oh, not to you,
Mr. Favor,
or to anyone else.
But to the Pahniquois,
I am white.
Which means enemy.
Which means unclean.
I don't know much
about tribal customs
Pahniquois not
ordinary Indian.
They are the guardian
of the valley.
The Valley of
the Pahniquois.
Where the spirit
of the dead sing always,
where they dance
50 feet above the ground
and their touch
is hot and deadly.
You believe
that?
I have
seen it.
But there
is water?
A lake,
fed by
mountain spring,
cold and clear.
If we took
the herd in?
We would die.
The same way
Captain Loomis
and his men
are going to die.
Hm, let's get back
to the herd.
( dramatic theme playing )
( dramatic theme playing )
Well, I found
water, boss.
How far?
About
30 miles.
Thirty miles!
We'd lose a lot
of the beeves.
Maybe half
of 'em.
That's the
closest.
No.
No, there's water
within a day's drive.
Up in the hills.
FAVOR:
The Haunted Hills.
PETE:
Can we get the
cattle up there?
I don't know.
Somebody's got to
find a way in.
We'll just
make one.
It's not
that easy.
I can only take
five men with me.
That'll leave enough to
drive the herd to the Brazos
in case we
don't get back.
Well, why
wouldn't we?
The Pahniquois
are up there,
and they don't like
the white men.
Especially they don't
like the white men
in the Valley of
the Pahniquois.
Maybe they
won't spot us,
maybe they won't kill us
if they do, but, um...
That's two
big maybes.
I'm goin'
in now.
I'll need
five more men.
But I can't order any
of you to go with me.
What are we waitin' for?
FAVOR:
Henderson, Flagg.
You gotta take me,
Mr. Favor.
Why?
A-all you think
of me is I'm a cook.
Who says we think
you as a cook?
Mr. Favor, I was one
of the best, bar none.
I know, Wishbone.
Mountain man.
But that was a certain
number of years ago.
You ever see me
in action,
it's a sight
you'll never forget.
That's what
I'm afraid of.
Now see here,
Mr. Favor--
( laughing ):
All right, Wishbone.
Well, you're gonna
need a scout.
With me along?!
Thanks, Pete.
I just--
That, uh,
leaves one more.
That doesn't
leave any.
You sure
you wanna go along?
I know the hills.
And I know the people.
Who hate you
as much as they do us.
I am the best chance
you got, Mr. Favor.
They might listen to me.
Or they might spit
in your face too.
Am I a good cowhand?
Yeah.
I don't like
to see a herd die
any more than you.
We got
our six men.
Pete,
pass out rifles and ammunition
to the men goin'.
Right.
I'll handle that.
Mushy?
Mushy!
Yes, sir.
Fill up
the canteens.
All right,
come and get 'em!
Rowdy?
I offered
to go along.
Well,
I know you did.
Knew you would.
Old man like Wishbone--
Takin' him along,
that doesn't make
any sense.
Oh, Wishbone
isn't old.
Fifty, maybe.
Lot older than I am.
Besides you got Jim and Joe,
and they're good drovers.
Would you put them
in charge of the drive?
I guess not, no.
You're trail boss
till I get back.
If I don't,
cut out the weaklings
in the herd--
Calvin' cows,
anything that'll slow you up.
--head for the Brazos.
Right.
Mr. Wishbone?
Yeah?
You goin' off
and leavin' me here
to cook for all
the hands by myself?
Heh, you're mighty
well told I am.
They'll kill me.
Now, Mushy, you got nothing
to worry about.
My life's all I got.
Ah, you just cook 'em the things
that you cook best
and you'll make out
all right.
Name one,
Mr. Wishbone.
You see what I mean?
Yeah.
Well, I'll
tell you what.
I got a new recipe.
One that might save
your life.
What is it?
Well, you cook your stew
and your sourdough or whatever,
and then you
call in the hands,
and then--
And then?
You start runnin'
before they start eatin'.
( playful theme playing )
All ready,
Mr. Favor.
Move the herd slow.
If we don't catch up
by sunup the third day,
move 'em fast.
Sure thing,
boss.
( ominous theme playing )
( dramatic theme playing )
WISHBONE:
Sure looks invitin',
but I seen worse
with Blackfeet
waitin'.
Looks like a good place
to get bushwhacked to me.
Ah, no bushes...
but bad enough.
Tasunka.
Any other way in?
Well, that simplifies
things anyway.
( suspenseful theme playing )
( eerie howling noise )
Tasunka.
That sound.
The whispering
of the dead.
You'd think they had
somethin' better to do.
( ominous theme playing )
He was one of the soldiers
with the surveyin' party.
His name was,
uh, Crane.
Now his throat's
been cut.
Well, that-- That kinda
makes a difference.
Why?
We all figured this wasn't
gonna be any quiltin' bee.
Now we know,
that's the only difference.
What does
the Indian say?
His name's Tasunka,
Henderson.
You saw what kind of a man
he was in Heliotrope, Mr. Favor.
Your tribe gonna care
what kind of men come
into their valley,
as long as they're white?
I have no tribe.
I cannot answer
for them.
You don't have to,
Tasunka.
And nobody has to ride
with us, neither.
HENDERSON:
Well, I--
I wasn't figuring
on ridin' back alone.
Well, now, maybe you can
find somebody to go with you.
Well, we--
We gonna hang
around him all day?
Wonder what happened
to the rest of his party.
Well, if they was smart,
which we ain't,
they probably hightailed it
back to where they come from.
Did you see any signs
to that effect, Wishbone?
No, and neither do you.
( eerie howling noise )
Be hard on the hooves,
but the cattle can get through.
How much more
of this?
Quarter of a mile, maybe.
Is the singing
bothering you?
You know that sound
isn't made by the dead.
Why do you keep hammerin'
at it?
I'm not sure.
I was only 16 years old
when I left the valley.
I watched the white man
build Heliotrope,
I wanted guns
and horses like his.
You got 'em.
Now all the years between...
don't seem to count.
I wasn't trying
to frighten you, Mr. Favor.
I was trying to keep
from being frightened myself.
( gunshots )
( dramatic theme playing )
They know
we're here all right.
Those shots weren't
for our benefit.
How far do you figure
they are, Pete?
About two miles.
Mile and a half.
Shut up, Wishbone.
Pahniquois use guns?
No.
Must be the civilian party
in there having trouble then.
Maybe causin' it.
Let's get
outta this canyon.
( dramatic theme playing )
( eerie howling noise )
WISHBONE:
Well, mighty pretty.
Well-watered too.
How's the valley lay out?
The wooded area first,
then the burial grounds,
and beyond:
the village and lake.
We'll go
through the woods.
Make as little noise
as possible
and stick close together.
We don't want any stragglers
being picked off.
Understood?
( dramatic theme playing )
Ah, we're travelin' blind.
Tasunka, you know
where we are?
It's been
too many years.
FAVOR:
Henderson.
Uh, yeah?
You're
the lightest man here.
How good are you
at climbin' trees?
Well, as--
As good as anybody,
I guess.
That one seems
to be the tallest around.
You try that one.
( ominous theme playing )
You see anything?
Sun shinin' on
the water out there.
There's somethin' closer,
though.
About a hundred yards away,
uh--
I can't--
I can't make it out though.
It looks like it--
Whoever shot that wasn't
more than 30 yards away.
( dramatic theme playing )
He saw somethin' not more
than 100 yards ahead.
But we got company
within 30 yards.
So watch close.
Not much of a burial
we give him--
Till now, I been thinkin'
we could turn back.
So long as they didn't know
we was here.
You can forget
about turnin' back.
I wish we could
forget whatever's ahead.
I was up in the mountains
for 20 years
under this kind
of cover.
I can tell you,
Indian isn't gonna
let you see him
unless he wants you to.
Fellas used to say, if the wind
was right, you could smell 'em.
Sorry, Tasunka.
Well, anyway, we know
which direction the lake's at.
( eerie howling noise )
( ominous theme playing )
They should have sent a full
cavalry detachment in here,
wiped out the savages
once and for all.
What a pity
they didn't.
Our lives would have been
considerably safer.
The government wanted
no blood shed.
Someone should have informed
the Pahniquois
of that sentiment.
Captain Loomis.
Heard somethin'
movin' out there.
( suspenseful theme playing )
Must have gone
a hundred yards.
Yeah.
Listen, you gotta let me go
on ahead.
It's the only chance
we got.
Good huntin', Pete.
We'll move in
after him.
( gunshots )
Get back,
Mr. Favor!
Get back!
Hold your fire.
It's the survey party.
Oh, it's not bad.
You're lucky.
Yeah, their aim
is pitiful,
they only got me
in the arm.
I, uh, see you brought
your pet Indian along,
Mr. Favor.
Tasunka volunteered.
I'm glad he did.
Well, every man
to his own taste.
I'll-- I'll admit that you can
lick me, so why bother?
Mr. Favor.
You came in to the valley
looking for water.
That's right.
What makes you think
the Pahniquois
will give you
access to it?
I can ask 'em.
Tasunka speaks
their language.
He's an Indian, but he's
no longer one of them.
They might listen
to him.
If, uh, he ever got
close enough, but, uh--
They keep their distance.
Uh, tell him to keep
his distance from me too.
LOOMIS:
That'll be enough,
Meeker.
Mr. Favor, since our aims
don't conflict,
I suggest
we join forces.
Fair enough.
Your men will take
their orders from me.
No.
Are you suggesting
you're better qualified
to lead men than I am?
No.
My men just take their orders
from me, that's all.
Very well.
But I don't approve.
Have me thrown
out of the Army.
Make a nasty report about him
in your next dispatch.
( dramatic theme playing )
Well, hang me
for a horse thief
if I ever seen anything
like that in the mountains.
The burial ground
of the Pahniquois.
Tasunka--
( eerie howling noise )
What you see rising
above the ground,
reaching toward the sky,
are the spirit
of our dead.
Sheer superstition.
Those are geysers.
I've seen them up north
in Yellowstone.
I--
I should not have
brought you here.
We will be punished
by the god of my people.
The spirit.
The whispering
of the dead.
Boiling water,
that's all.
Is there any way
around the geysers?
Then we go through.
Mr. Favor.
From now on,
I must go alone.
As long as I ride
with the white man,
as long as I wear
his clothes,
the Pahniquois will not
let me come to him.
Mr. Favor.
My saddle, please.
As long even as I use
this weapon.
Do you know what you're
lettin' yourself in for?
I know the job
I came to do.
Also, if I come
to them like this,
perhaps they will speak
with me.
( dramatic theme playing )
He's been gone
more than an hour.
How long we gonna wait?
( sighs )
Don't know.
He might be gettin' cut
to pieces in there,
and we wouldn't know.
Flagg, you just
plain irritate me.
You scared?
Sure.
You just stopped
irritatin' me.
I am too.
Your man's either dead
or deserted, Mr. Favor.
Tasunka wouldn't desert.
I don't share
your faith in him.
FAVOR:
No one asked you to.
You think maybe
his horse might have
stumbled in one of them
cracks and throwed him?
Could be.
Let's go get him.
Wishbone.
Flagg.
Well, don't have
any place else to go.
( ominous theme playing )
( dramatic theme playing )
Don't come
near me!
Don't!
Tasunka!
I have been judged
by my own.
Go back,
Mr. Favor, please!
If that thing goes--
Go back!
TASUNKA:
Go ba--!
( eerie howling noise )
That wasn't an easy way
to die, was it?
There just ain't
any easy ways.
He wanted
to be forgiven.
There was no goin' home
for him.
I-- I-- I think I've lost
my taste for mapmaking.
I-- I think
I definitely have.
Mr. Meeker, you were
sent here for a purpose,
and within the limits
of my authority,
I intend to see
that you carry it out.
You believe there are any limits
to your authority, captain?
Mr. Favor.
We're continuing on in.
Are you?
Tasunka was the only
real hope I had.
Then you're
turning back?
No, I haven't
found water yet.
( dramatic theme playing )
( dramatic theme playing )
Oh!
( Owens grunts )
Down!
( gunshots )
We gotta try and grab
those horses.
Pete, cover Flagg and me.
All right.
Be dark in a minute.
We might as well
stay here.
They'd have to cross
open ground to get at us.
GARRISON:
Owens was
my friend
as far back
as I can remember.
We came from
the same town,
liked the same things,
even fell in love
with the same girl.
Somebody else
married her, though.
If we're gonna stay here
the night,
we might as well take
it as easy as we can.
Ain't much to do but talk
or freeze to death.
So I guess
I'll talk.
I'd rather freeze.
Bein' up here
in the mountains
reminds me of the time
I was a mountain man.
Oh, now,
there was some men.
Great ones.
John Gant,
Black Harris,
Old Bill Williams--
He used to be
a preacher.
Now I know what you should've
been instead of a cook.
Now, don't blaspheme,
Flagg.
( dramatic theme playing )
What is it?
Shh!
Loomis, that was
no more than a child.
It was an Indian.
And he could very well
have been a decoy.
What happened?
There was an Indian kid
on that ridge.
I don't know whether
Loomis hit him or not.
( boy yelps )
He hit him.
Well, maybe the captain
didn't realize.
The captain doesn't need
any apologies made
for him, Mr. Flagg.
Well, maybe he ain't hurt
too bad.
Only one way
to find out.
There's no need for you
to go out there.
His own people--
If they were out there,
they'd got
to him by now.
They'd have heard
the shot.
It won't take 'em long
to get there.
That's right.
I'm ordering you not
to go out there.
Got a reason
for that order?
Because if anything
happens to you,
there's, uh,
one less of us,
and because I'm weak
and 'fraid.
( dramatic theme playing )
( moaning )
Might have a chance
if we got the bullet out
and stopped the bleeding.
If it was done right.
Uh, Captain Loomis
was a medical student.
FAVOR:
Loomis?
You want me
to save his life
so he can grow up
to kill more white men?
You're gonna have
to do it, Wishbone.
Well, I done
a little doctorin',
but I'm no surgeon.
Neither's anyone else.
We'll have
to have a fire
to keep the boy warm
and cauterize the wound.
No. A fire would disclose
our position to the Indians.
Any more than that shot
of yours did?
Flagg, Pete,
get a fire goin'.
Losin' an awful lot
of blood.
( boy moans )
When they're that young,
they're not anybody's enemy.
( dramatic theme playing )
( boy moaning )
( moaning )
Mr. Favor.
( dramatic theme playing )
( boy moaning )
Another rag.
Well,
if the bleedin'll stop,
he's got a chance.
I'm glad the little tyke
stayed unconscious.
Saved him an awful lot
of pain.
Oh, Wishbone.
Word must've
got out.
( dramatic theme playing )
They're not gonna make
their move till it's over,
one way
or the other, boss.
How's the boy?
We don't know.
Please, God,
he live.
Well, what do
you care?
If he lives, heh,
we do.
If he dies, uh--
Fixed him some broth
if he's up to takin' any.
He's still asleep.
Best stay put,
son.
WISHBONE:
He don't understand
a word you're sayin'.
FAVOR:
I know, but--
Maybe the sound
of my voice though.
This broth would be good
for him.
Better let that cool
a bit.
Even when it was dark I could
just feel 'em out there.
I couldn't close
my eyes all night.
What do you think they'll do to
us if the boy dies, Mr. Favor?
One of those Indians out
there'll be his father.
You know what a son means
to a man, don't ya?
Yeah, sort of.
Ain't you a family man?
Nah, never married.
Soldiers ain't
got no right.
Why not?
Because their job
is dying.
Ain't everybody's?
That boy, he--
He don't want to live
half as bad as I do.
He--
He don't know
what death means.
If his death
meant life for me,
what do you think
I'd do?
Well, what
would you do?
I'd strangle him.
( moans )
Not a trace.
( blowing )
( dramatic theme playing )
He's dead, huh?
Well, they've got
to be told.
I think
they know.
( dramatic theme playing )
Meeker, you haven't got
a chance!
( grunts )
Guess he didn't wanna live
as bad as he thought he did.
Well, the broth's
cool enough.
Whatever chance
we had...
died with him,
didn't it?
Whatever chance we had.
( dramatic theme playing )
He ought
to be taken home.
( speaking foreign dialect )
Put him down
before the chief.
( speaking foreign dialect )
The boy ran away
during the night.
He wanted to see
what white men look like.
We're sorry
it cost him his life.
( speaking foreign dialect )
We know you tried
to help him.
We don't know
who shot him.
We don't know either.
We--
We were all shootin' at anyone
we thought was a warrior.
( speaking
foreign dialect )
( speaking foreign dialect )
There was
only one shot.
You must tell us.
Otherwise you will
all be tortured.
Death will be slow
in coming to you.
( dramatic theme playing )
I killed him.
( yells )
( speaking
foreign dialect )
He died the way
he lived.
Brave and filled
with hate.
Pahniquois do not take
revenge on a beaten enemy.
We can be grateful that you
tried to save the boy's life.
You have permission to water
your cattle here.
How'd you know
about our cattle?
Tasunka spoke
of it before--
You are Mr. Favor?
That's right.
He c-cannot be buried
with his own people.
But I hate to see--
To think of his body
lying around,
waiting for the foxes
and the crows--
We'll bury him.
Did you know him?
I was to marry him.
But after he left, it--
It was too late.
Your horses are--
Are in the edge
of the clearing.
( dramatic theme playing )
( cattle lowing )
Head 'em up!
Move 'em out!
♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪
♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪
♪ Keep rollin'
Rollin', rollin' ♪
♪ Though the streams
Are swollen ♪
♪ Keep them dogies rollin' ♪
♪ Rawhide! ♪
♪ Through rain
And wind and weather ♪
♪ Hell-bent for leather ♪
♪ Wishin' my gal
Was by my side ♪
♪ All the things I'm missin' ♪
♪ Good vittles
Love and kissin' ♪
♪ Await at the end of my ride ♪
♪ Move 'em on, head 'em up
Head 'em up, move 'em on ♪
♪ Move 'em on, head 'em up
Rawhide ♪
♪ Let 'em out, ride 'em in
Ride 'em in, let 'em out ♪
♪ Cut 'em out
Ride 'em in ♪
♪ Rawhide! ♪
♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪
Hyah!
( whip cracks )
Hyah!
( whip cracks )
♪ Rawhide! ♪
Hyah!
( whip cracks )
Hyah!
( whip cracks )
♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪
♪ 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 ♪
♪ 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 )
( whip cracks )
( heroic theme playing )
FAVOR:
When things are goin'
right on a drive,
trail hand will
call everything
from a calf to
a ten-year-old bull: a cow.
When they're not goin' right,
which is most of the time,
he'll call cattle
lots of other names.
Very few of 'em
are complimentary.
I know 'em all.
I'm Gil Favor,
trail boss.
( heroic theme playing )
MAN:
This is where we are,
Mr. Favor.
FAVOR:
Heliotrope?
Ha! It's a fancy name
for a dot on a map.
Those would be
the hills.
MAN:
Yeah, the Haunted Hills.
Oh, that's a lot o' ground
for a ghost to cover.
( rider approaching )
River ain't
even damp.
Pete come
back yet?
Nope.
Well, maybe he's come
across some water by now.
Any water that it'd
take him all day to find
is too far away to do
the herd much good.
We might have
to leave the trail.
How far is Heliotrope,
Flagg?
Well, the map puts it
at the foot of that range.
Ten...12 miles,
maybe.
It's worth
tryin'.
Rowdy, keep the
herd movin'.
Right.
Come on.
Rode through
this country once,
years ago.
Used to be
Pahniquois land.
Dry then
as it is now
You said
Pahniquois?
Yeah.
Yah.
Yep.
FAVOR:
Tasunka!
You Pahniquois,
aren't ya?
I used to be.
You know this territory?
Pahniquois are not
plains Indians.
They must come down from
the hills sometimes.
No.
Well, you did.
What's Heliotrope like?
Small.
Dirty.
A white man's town.
Does it have
any water?
It had 10 years ago.
Flagg and I are
ridin' on ahead,
see if we can make arrangements
for watering the herd there.
You'd best
come with us.
All right,
Mr. Favor.
I take you
the shortest way.
( dramatic theme playing )
( ominous theme playing )
( exhales forcefully )
Guess there wasn't any
hurry after all.
This town's
about dead.
It dried up.
It hasn't
blown away yet.
But it will.
You could
sound sorrier.
I could
be sorrier.
I am not.
You said there
was water here.
They sank wells.
After a while, they probably
couldn't sink them deep enough.
What does your tribe
do for water?
I have no tribe.
I know nothing
about the Pahniquois.
( woman screams )
( dramatic theme playing )
( screams )
Crane, Owens,
Phillips.
( sobbing )
You gentlemen
look busy.
Uh, we were asking the
young lady some questions.
With a whip?
You know a
better way?
MAN:
Hold it!
That's
enough!
( dramatic theme playing )
Shoot that
redskin, Crane.
Tasunka.
Let up on him.
You'll kill him.
Yes!
Tasunka!
( grunting )
That's
enough.
At ease.
I'm Captain Loomis
of the United States Army.
Captain,
you forgot your uniform.
So'd
your men.
Civilian mission.
What's your name?
Favor.
Why are you
in Heliotrope?
Got a herd on the
Sedalia, Missouri Trail.
Needs water.
Mr. Favor,
you've seen this town.
People lived
here once.
Not anymore.
I've seen it.
It died because the
Pahniquois wanted it to die.
Oh, what'd they do?
Cast a spell on it?
They denied the people of
Heliotrope access to water
abundant enough for
a hundred towns like this,
and a hundred tribes
like the Pahniquois.
Mr. Meeker's a
government surveyor.
His job is to map
the Haunted Hills
and the Valley
of the Pahniquois.
Mine is to see that he
does his job successfully.
You mean the water's
up in the hills?
Yes.
You hire Indians,
Mr. Favor?
No.
I hire cowhands.
LOOMIS:
Army discipline
doesn't ordinarily include
flogging Indian women.
But I'd order a
hundred thousand flogged
if I thought it would help me
carry out my duties.
What'd you expect to
get out of her anyway?
Information.
The best way
to the valley,
the safest method
of procedure.
You see,
Mr. Favor,
other white men have
gone into the valley.
They all died,
with Pahniquois arrows
in their backs.
( spits )
We caught the girl herding
sheep in the foothills.
The Pahniquois speak
a very special dialect.
None of the other tribes
can understand them.
I wouldn't
know that.
I was thoroughly
briefed.
Your man's
obviously one of 'em.
Perhaps he'd like to
answer a few questions?
You can ask him.
Tasunka.
Without a whip.
What is the best way
into the valley?
Our only purpose
in going in is to map it.
We would prefer
to avoid bloodshed.
Can you
help us?
Mount up!
Mr. Favor,
your herd needs water.
Why don't you lead it
into the hills?
The Pahniquois might turn their
backs, just as your friend has.
The captain is
a very simple man.
He hates Indians
because they kill soldiers.
I'm much more
complex.
Oh, I can
believe that.
There's plenty
of water.
Why don't you
join us up there?
Tasunka,
why'd that girl
spit in your face?
I am a white man.
Oh, not to you,
Mr. Favor,
or to anyone else.
But to the Pahniquois,
I am white.
Which means enemy.
Which means unclean.
I don't know much
about tribal customs
Pahniquois not
ordinary Indian.
They are the guardian
of the valley.
The Valley of
the Pahniquois.
Where the spirit
of the dead sing always,
where they dance
50 feet above the ground
and their touch
is hot and deadly.
You believe
that?
I have
seen it.
But there
is water?
A lake,
fed by
mountain spring,
cold and clear.
If we took
the herd in?
We would die.
The same way
Captain Loomis
and his men
are going to die.
Hm, let's get back
to the herd.
( dramatic theme playing )
( dramatic theme playing )
Well, I found
water, boss.
How far?
About
30 miles.
Thirty miles!
We'd lose a lot
of the beeves.
Maybe half
of 'em.
That's the
closest.
No.
No, there's water
within a day's drive.
Up in the hills.
FAVOR:
The Haunted Hills.
PETE:
Can we get the
cattle up there?
I don't know.
Somebody's got to
find a way in.
We'll just
make one.
It's not
that easy.
I can only take
five men with me.
That'll leave enough to
drive the herd to the Brazos
in case we
don't get back.
Well, why
wouldn't we?
The Pahniquois
are up there,
and they don't like
the white men.
Especially they don't
like the white men
in the Valley of
the Pahniquois.
Maybe they
won't spot us,
maybe they won't kill us
if they do, but, um...
That's two
big maybes.
I'm goin'
in now.
I'll need
five more men.
But I can't order any
of you to go with me.
What are we waitin' for?
FAVOR:
Henderson, Flagg.
You gotta take me,
Mr. Favor.
Why?
A-all you think
of me is I'm a cook.
Who says we think
you as a cook?
Mr. Favor, I was one
of the best, bar none.
I know, Wishbone.
Mountain man.
But that was a certain
number of years ago.
You ever see me
in action,
it's a sight
you'll never forget.
That's what
I'm afraid of.
Now see here,
Mr. Favor--
( laughing ):
All right, Wishbone.
Well, you're gonna
need a scout.
With me along?!
Thanks, Pete.
I just--
That, uh,
leaves one more.
That doesn't
leave any.
You sure
you wanna go along?
I know the hills.
And I know the people.
Who hate you
as much as they do us.
I am the best chance
you got, Mr. Favor.
They might listen to me.
Or they might spit
in your face too.
Am I a good cowhand?
Yeah.
I don't like
to see a herd die
any more than you.
We got
our six men.
Pete,
pass out rifles and ammunition
to the men goin'.
Right.
I'll handle that.
Mushy?
Mushy!
Yes, sir.
Fill up
the canteens.
All right,
come and get 'em!
Rowdy?
I offered
to go along.
Well,
I know you did.
Knew you would.
Old man like Wishbone--
Takin' him along,
that doesn't make
any sense.
Oh, Wishbone
isn't old.
Fifty, maybe.
Lot older than I am.
Besides you got Jim and Joe,
and they're good drovers.
Would you put them
in charge of the drive?
I guess not, no.
You're trail boss
till I get back.
If I don't,
cut out the weaklings
in the herd--
Calvin' cows,
anything that'll slow you up.
--head for the Brazos.
Right.
Mr. Wishbone?
Yeah?
You goin' off
and leavin' me here
to cook for all
the hands by myself?
Heh, you're mighty
well told I am.
They'll kill me.
Now, Mushy, you got nothing
to worry about.
My life's all I got.
Ah, you just cook 'em the things
that you cook best
and you'll make out
all right.
Name one,
Mr. Wishbone.
You see what I mean?
Yeah.
Well, I'll
tell you what.
I got a new recipe.
One that might save
your life.
What is it?
Well, you cook your stew
and your sourdough or whatever,
and then you
call in the hands,
and then--
And then?
You start runnin'
before they start eatin'.
( playful theme playing )
All ready,
Mr. Favor.
Move the herd slow.
If we don't catch up
by sunup the third day,
move 'em fast.
Sure thing,
boss.
( ominous theme playing )
( dramatic theme playing )
WISHBONE:
Sure looks invitin',
but I seen worse
with Blackfeet
waitin'.
Looks like a good place
to get bushwhacked to me.
Ah, no bushes...
but bad enough.
Tasunka.
Any other way in?
Well, that simplifies
things anyway.
( suspenseful theme playing )
( eerie howling noise )
Tasunka.
That sound.
The whispering
of the dead.
You'd think they had
somethin' better to do.
( ominous theme playing )
He was one of the soldiers
with the surveyin' party.
His name was,
uh, Crane.
Now his throat's
been cut.
Well, that-- That kinda
makes a difference.
Why?
We all figured this wasn't
gonna be any quiltin' bee.
Now we know,
that's the only difference.
What does
the Indian say?
His name's Tasunka,
Henderson.
You saw what kind of a man
he was in Heliotrope, Mr. Favor.
Your tribe gonna care
what kind of men come
into their valley,
as long as they're white?
I have no tribe.
I cannot answer
for them.
You don't have to,
Tasunka.
And nobody has to ride
with us, neither.
HENDERSON:
Well, I--
I wasn't figuring
on ridin' back alone.
Well, now, maybe you can
find somebody to go with you.
Well, we--
We gonna hang
around him all day?
Wonder what happened
to the rest of his party.
Well, if they was smart,
which we ain't,
they probably hightailed it
back to where they come from.
Did you see any signs
to that effect, Wishbone?
No, and neither do you.
( eerie howling noise )
Be hard on the hooves,
but the cattle can get through.
How much more
of this?
Quarter of a mile, maybe.
Is the singing
bothering you?
You know that sound
isn't made by the dead.
Why do you keep hammerin'
at it?
I'm not sure.
I was only 16 years old
when I left the valley.
I watched the white man
build Heliotrope,
I wanted guns
and horses like his.
You got 'em.
Now all the years between...
don't seem to count.
I wasn't trying
to frighten you, Mr. Favor.
I was trying to keep
from being frightened myself.
( gunshots )
( dramatic theme playing )
They know
we're here all right.
Those shots weren't
for our benefit.
How far do you figure
they are, Pete?
About two miles.
Mile and a half.
Shut up, Wishbone.
Pahniquois use guns?
No.
Must be the civilian party
in there having trouble then.
Maybe causin' it.
Let's get
outta this canyon.
( dramatic theme playing )
( eerie howling noise )
WISHBONE:
Well, mighty pretty.
Well-watered too.
How's the valley lay out?
The wooded area first,
then the burial grounds,
and beyond:
the village and lake.
We'll go
through the woods.
Make as little noise
as possible
and stick close together.
We don't want any stragglers
being picked off.
Understood?
( dramatic theme playing )
Ah, we're travelin' blind.
Tasunka, you know
where we are?
It's been
too many years.
FAVOR:
Henderson.
Uh, yeah?
You're
the lightest man here.
How good are you
at climbin' trees?
Well, as--
As good as anybody,
I guess.
That one seems
to be the tallest around.
You try that one.
( ominous theme playing )
You see anything?
Sun shinin' on
the water out there.
There's somethin' closer,
though.
About a hundred yards away,
uh--
I can't--
I can't make it out though.
It looks like it--
Whoever shot that wasn't
more than 30 yards away.
( dramatic theme playing )
He saw somethin' not more
than 100 yards ahead.
But we got company
within 30 yards.
So watch close.
Not much of a burial
we give him--
Till now, I been thinkin'
we could turn back.
So long as they didn't know
we was here.
You can forget
about turnin' back.
I wish we could
forget whatever's ahead.
I was up in the mountains
for 20 years
under this kind
of cover.
I can tell you,
Indian isn't gonna
let you see him
unless he wants you to.
Fellas used to say, if the wind
was right, you could smell 'em.
Sorry, Tasunka.
Well, anyway, we know
which direction the lake's at.
( eerie howling noise )
( ominous theme playing )
They should have sent a full
cavalry detachment in here,
wiped out the savages
once and for all.
What a pity
they didn't.
Our lives would have been
considerably safer.
The government wanted
no blood shed.
Someone should have informed
the Pahniquois
of that sentiment.
Captain Loomis.
Heard somethin'
movin' out there.
( suspenseful theme playing )
Must have gone
a hundred yards.
Yeah.
Listen, you gotta let me go
on ahead.
It's the only chance
we got.
Good huntin', Pete.
We'll move in
after him.
( gunshots )
Get back,
Mr. Favor!
Get back!
Hold your fire.
It's the survey party.
Oh, it's not bad.
You're lucky.
Yeah, their aim
is pitiful,
they only got me
in the arm.
I, uh, see you brought
your pet Indian along,
Mr. Favor.
Tasunka volunteered.
I'm glad he did.
Well, every man
to his own taste.
I'll-- I'll admit that you can
lick me, so why bother?
Mr. Favor.
You came in to the valley
looking for water.
That's right.
What makes you think
the Pahniquois
will give you
access to it?
I can ask 'em.
Tasunka speaks
their language.
He's an Indian, but he's
no longer one of them.
They might listen
to him.
If, uh, he ever got
close enough, but, uh--
They keep their distance.
Uh, tell him to keep
his distance from me too.
LOOMIS:
That'll be enough,
Meeker.
Mr. Favor, since our aims
don't conflict,
I suggest
we join forces.
Fair enough.
Your men will take
their orders from me.
No.
Are you suggesting
you're better qualified
to lead men than I am?
No.
My men just take their orders
from me, that's all.
Very well.
But I don't approve.
Have me thrown
out of the Army.
Make a nasty report about him
in your next dispatch.
( dramatic theme playing )
Well, hang me
for a horse thief
if I ever seen anything
like that in the mountains.
The burial ground
of the Pahniquois.
Tasunka--
( eerie howling noise )
What you see rising
above the ground,
reaching toward the sky,
are the spirit
of our dead.
Sheer superstition.
Those are geysers.
I've seen them up north
in Yellowstone.
I--
I should not have
brought you here.
We will be punished
by the god of my people.
The spirit.
The whispering
of the dead.
Boiling water,
that's all.
Is there any way
around the geysers?
Then we go through.
Mr. Favor.
From now on,
I must go alone.
As long as I ride
with the white man,
as long as I wear
his clothes,
the Pahniquois will not
let me come to him.
Mr. Favor.
My saddle, please.
As long even as I use
this weapon.
Do you know what you're
lettin' yourself in for?
I know the job
I came to do.
Also, if I come
to them like this,
perhaps they will speak
with me.
( dramatic theme playing )
He's been gone
more than an hour.
How long we gonna wait?
( sighs )
Don't know.
He might be gettin' cut
to pieces in there,
and we wouldn't know.
Flagg, you just
plain irritate me.
You scared?
Sure.
You just stopped
irritatin' me.
I am too.
Your man's either dead
or deserted, Mr. Favor.
Tasunka wouldn't desert.
I don't share
your faith in him.
FAVOR:
No one asked you to.
You think maybe
his horse might have
stumbled in one of them
cracks and throwed him?
Could be.
Let's go get him.
Wishbone.
Flagg.
Well, don't have
any place else to go.
( ominous theme playing )
( dramatic theme playing )
Don't come
near me!
Don't!
Tasunka!
I have been judged
by my own.
Go back,
Mr. Favor, please!
If that thing goes--
Go back!
TASUNKA:
Go ba--!
( eerie howling noise )
That wasn't an easy way
to die, was it?
There just ain't
any easy ways.
He wanted
to be forgiven.
There was no goin' home
for him.
I-- I-- I think I've lost
my taste for mapmaking.
I-- I think
I definitely have.
Mr. Meeker, you were
sent here for a purpose,
and within the limits
of my authority,
I intend to see
that you carry it out.
You believe there are any limits
to your authority, captain?
Mr. Favor.
We're continuing on in.
Are you?
Tasunka was the only
real hope I had.
Then you're
turning back?
No, I haven't
found water yet.
( dramatic theme playing )
( dramatic theme playing )
Oh!
( Owens grunts )
Down!
( gunshots )
We gotta try and grab
those horses.
Pete, cover Flagg and me.
All right.
Be dark in a minute.
We might as well
stay here.
They'd have to cross
open ground to get at us.
GARRISON:
Owens was
my friend
as far back
as I can remember.
We came from
the same town,
liked the same things,
even fell in love
with the same girl.
Somebody else
married her, though.
If we're gonna stay here
the night,
we might as well take
it as easy as we can.
Ain't much to do but talk
or freeze to death.
So I guess
I'll talk.
I'd rather freeze.
Bein' up here
in the mountains
reminds me of the time
I was a mountain man.
Oh, now,
there was some men.
Great ones.
John Gant,
Black Harris,
Old Bill Williams--
He used to be
a preacher.
Now I know what you should've
been instead of a cook.
Now, don't blaspheme,
Flagg.
( dramatic theme playing )
What is it?
Shh!
Loomis, that was
no more than a child.
It was an Indian.
And he could very well
have been a decoy.
What happened?
There was an Indian kid
on that ridge.
I don't know whether
Loomis hit him or not.
( boy yelps )
He hit him.
Well, maybe the captain
didn't realize.
The captain doesn't need
any apologies made
for him, Mr. Flagg.
Well, maybe he ain't hurt
too bad.
Only one way
to find out.
There's no need for you
to go out there.
His own people--
If they were out there,
they'd got
to him by now.
They'd have heard
the shot.
It won't take 'em long
to get there.
That's right.
I'm ordering you not
to go out there.
Got a reason
for that order?
Because if anything
happens to you,
there's, uh,
one less of us,
and because I'm weak
and 'fraid.
( dramatic theme playing )
( moaning )
Might have a chance
if we got the bullet out
and stopped the bleeding.
If it was done right.
Uh, Captain Loomis
was a medical student.
FAVOR:
Loomis?
You want me
to save his life
so he can grow up
to kill more white men?
You're gonna have
to do it, Wishbone.
Well, I done
a little doctorin',
but I'm no surgeon.
Neither's anyone else.
We'll have
to have a fire
to keep the boy warm
and cauterize the wound.
No. A fire would disclose
our position to the Indians.
Any more than that shot
of yours did?
Flagg, Pete,
get a fire goin'.
Losin' an awful lot
of blood.
( boy moans )
When they're that young,
they're not anybody's enemy.
( dramatic theme playing )
( boy moaning )
( moaning )
Mr. Favor.
( dramatic theme playing )
( boy moaning )
Another rag.
Well,
if the bleedin'll stop,
he's got a chance.
I'm glad the little tyke
stayed unconscious.
Saved him an awful lot
of pain.
Oh, Wishbone.
Word must've
got out.
( dramatic theme playing )
They're not gonna make
their move till it's over,
one way
or the other, boss.
How's the boy?
We don't know.
Please, God,
he live.
Well, what do
you care?
If he lives, heh,
we do.
If he dies, uh--
Fixed him some broth
if he's up to takin' any.
He's still asleep.
Best stay put,
son.
WISHBONE:
He don't understand
a word you're sayin'.
FAVOR:
I know, but--
Maybe the sound
of my voice though.
This broth would be good
for him.
Better let that cool
a bit.
Even when it was dark I could
just feel 'em out there.
I couldn't close
my eyes all night.
What do you think they'll do to
us if the boy dies, Mr. Favor?
One of those Indians out
there'll be his father.
You know what a son means
to a man, don't ya?
Yeah, sort of.
Ain't you a family man?
Nah, never married.
Soldiers ain't
got no right.
Why not?
Because their job
is dying.
Ain't everybody's?
That boy, he--
He don't want to live
half as bad as I do.
He--
He don't know
what death means.
If his death
meant life for me,
what do you think
I'd do?
Well, what
would you do?
I'd strangle him.
( moans )
Not a trace.
( blowing )
( dramatic theme playing )
He's dead, huh?
Well, they've got
to be told.
I think
they know.
( dramatic theme playing )
Meeker, you haven't got
a chance!
( grunts )
Guess he didn't wanna live
as bad as he thought he did.
Well, the broth's
cool enough.
Whatever chance
we had...
died with him,
didn't it?
Whatever chance we had.
( dramatic theme playing )
He ought
to be taken home.
( speaking foreign dialect )
Put him down
before the chief.
( speaking foreign dialect )
The boy ran away
during the night.
He wanted to see
what white men look like.
We're sorry
it cost him his life.
( speaking foreign dialect )
We know you tried
to help him.
We don't know
who shot him.
We don't know either.
We--
We were all shootin' at anyone
we thought was a warrior.
( speaking
foreign dialect )
( speaking foreign dialect )
There was
only one shot.
You must tell us.
Otherwise you will
all be tortured.
Death will be slow
in coming to you.
( dramatic theme playing )
I killed him.
( yells )
( speaking
foreign dialect )
He died the way
he lived.
Brave and filled
with hate.
Pahniquois do not take
revenge on a beaten enemy.
We can be grateful that you
tried to save the boy's life.
You have permission to water
your cattle here.
How'd you know
about our cattle?
Tasunka spoke
of it before--
You are Mr. Favor?
That's right.
He c-cannot be buried
with his own people.
But I hate to see--
To think of his body
lying around,
waiting for the foxes
and the crows--
We'll bury him.
Did you know him?
I was to marry him.
But after he left, it--
It was too late.
Your horses are--
Are in the edge
of the clearing.
( dramatic theme playing )
( cattle lowing )
Head 'em up!
Move 'em out!
♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪
♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪
♪ Keep rollin'
Rollin', rollin' ♪
♪ Though the streams
Are swollen ♪
♪ Keep them dogies rollin' ♪
♪ Rawhide! ♪
♪ Through rain
And wind and weather ♪
♪ Hell-bent for leather ♪
♪ Wishin' my gal
Was by my side ♪
♪ All the things I'm missin' ♪
♪ Good vittles
Love and kissin' ♪
♪ Await at the end of my ride ♪
♪ Move 'em on, head 'em up
Head 'em up, move 'em on ♪
♪ Move 'em on, head 'em up
Rawhide ♪
♪ Let 'em out, ride 'em in
Ride 'em in, let 'em out ♪
♪ Cut 'em out
Ride 'em in ♪
♪ Rawhide! ♪
♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪
Hyah!
( whip cracks )
Hyah!
( whip cracks )
♪ Rawhide! ♪
Hyah!
( whip cracks )
Hyah!
( whip cracks )
♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪
♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪