Rawhide (1959–1965): Season 3, Episode 29 - Incident of the Night on the Town - full transcript

Hyah!

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!

Hyah!

Rawhide!

Hyah!

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Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa.

Well, now, he appears
to be in a mighty big hurry.



I ain't sure
if it's he or his horse.

Well, I've seen
better riders.

You know, I've been
reading this book here.

Have you now?

It was written by
this fella.

Happens
all the time.

Now, this one's
called, uh,

Self-Help or How to Rise
in the World.

Kinda interesting.

Seems like some people
don't need a book.

Mr. Wishbone.

What is it about
this country

makes you wanna
talk so much?

Well, you always said
I was the worst horse rider

you ever seen.

I said it, it was so.

Yeah, well, look there.

Whoa, whoa!

Well, I was a liar.

Boss.

I see him.

Whoa.

Whoa, whoa.

Trail's fine
for the next 30 miles.

There's plenty
of water and grass.

Good.

Whoa, whoa.

Think somebody
oughta help him?

Nothing's gonna
help him.

You might embarrass him
if you tried.

Yeah, you know what,

I was just reading in here about
pride and how important it is.

Now, no fellow with pride

would want us to see him
handling his horse like that.

He's really in trouble.

How do you do, sir?

Oh, I'm fine.

Hyah, hyah!

My horse seems
to be a little upset.

Yeah, a little.

Oh, don't worry about him.

They'll pick him up.

All right.

Is he hurt?
All right, mister?

Blast!
Thank you.

Very unreliable
animals, horses.

Does depend a little
on who's riding them.

Ah, by the way,
I'm Lewis Lewis.

Huh?

I don't stutter,

first and last name's
the same.

Uncommon,

but neater
in many ways.

I'm Gil Favor.

How do you do?

May I express my gratitude
for your assistance, Mr. Favor?

Glad to be of help.

And I admire you
for it.

That's for you.

Just 'cause I yanked you
off that horse?

Ha-ha! Hardly.

Please, take it.

That's merely summons
for you appearance

before Judge Aikens
tomorrow morning at 10:00,

Court house,
Bentley, Texas.

Glad to have met you.

Hey, wait... Wait a minute.
What's the charge?

That's a very good question.

I ain't heard the answer.

You will.

Plaintiff has been
very thorough.

Here you go.

Ungh! Thank you.

Hey, are, uh,
you the plaintiff?

Good heavens, no,

I know too much to get involved
in the lawsuit.

Oh, yes.

A little late,
but in time nevertheless.

Sheriff's deputies,
Mr. Favor,

they'll be staying
with your herd for a while.

What for?

To make sure it isn't moved
until the trial is over

and a decision is rendered.
Whose idea was that?

The plaintiff's lawyer,
a good man.

And who's he?

I am.

Well, see you in court.

Little squirt.

You should've let him
break his neck.

And I hope you two
are satisfied.

Why?
You helped him, didn't you?

Better let me have a look
at that paper.

What do you
wanna look at it for?

Well, my brother's
had a lot of experience

in legal matters
at one time or another.

Well, you ain't
your brother.

I'm pretty close
related to him.

You know anything
about that, boss?

Look, we got six hours
of daylight, boss.

We gotta
get this herd moving.

We also got a couple of deputies
to see that we don't.

And I don't want any trouble
from 'em.

You won't have
any trouble from me,

I've been reading this book
on how to control my temper.

Well, just so you don't
lose your place,

you'd better go into town
with me tomorrow morning.

You worried
about it?

I got no reason
to worry about the law.

I don't like the way
that lawyer looks at it.

Oh, morning, judge.

Tell 'em to stand up.

Ain't got a chance,
judge.

Do as I say.

Judge Aikens in the court,
please stand up.

What'd I tell you?

You may ask 'em to be seated.

Take your seats.

Uh, the first case
on the calendar

is North against Favor.

Is the defendant present?

I'm here.

Take the stand.

Raise your right hand.

Solemnly swear to tell
the truth, the whole truth,

and nothing but the truth,
so help you God?

Yeah, I do.

Would you mind
sitting somewhere else?

Sure, I mind.

Nobody's gonna
ask you twice, friend.

Forget it, Jim.

Carol?
Sit over here.

Rance, would you really
have shot them?

Of course he would.

Carol,
sit down next to me.

Philip, over there
next to Carol, please.

Rance.

Good morning,
Mrs. North.

Good morning,
Lewis.

Good morning,
Mrs. North.

Who is that man?

The defendant.

Go ahead, Lewis.

You may be seated,
Mr. Favor.

May I get
the lady's permission too?

Mr. Favor,

you were summoned here

to answer
a very serious charge.

The said charge being

that you are in possession
of stolen property,

consisting of 750
head of cattle

belonging to the plaintiff.

Now, the plaintiff seeks
the return of her property.

And she furthermore asks damages
for time and money expended

for bringing this case
before the court.

Finally,
the plaintiff asks

that the court order
the said stolen property

to be returned
to the point of origin.

Are you prepared
to answer these charges?

I can account for every
head of cattle in my herd.

It's not quite as simple
as that, Mr. Favor.

May I proceed,
Your Honor?

Please do.

Mr. Favor,

what is
your occupation?

Trail boss.

You're engaged
in that occupation now?

No, I'm wasting my time
in a courtroom.

Your answer was not
responsive, Mr. Favor.

What was it?

Dangerously near
contempt of court.

Look, Your Honor,
I'm sorry,

but I got 3,000 head of cattle
outside of town,

and they've been there
since yesterday noon.

Uh, do you own
those cattle, Mr. Favor?

No.

Who does own them?

Thirty-odd ranchers,
down around San Antone.

Uh, in order to save time,

I will stipulate
that 2,250 of those cattle

were legally turned over
to Mr. Favor,

by their legal owners,

and that you are in
legal possession of them.

Not 2,250, Mr. Lewis, 3,000.

Do you have
written contracts

with those ranchers who
turned their cattle over to you

to be led to Sedalia?

No.

Why not?

Half of 'em
can't write.

You do have a list
of the ranchers

and the number of cattle
they turned over to you,

do you not?

I have.

Good, then you can answer
this question:

Does the name Wesley Adams
appear on that list?

It does.

How many cattle did
Mr. Adams turn over to you?

Seven hundred and fifty.

I see.

Would it surprise you
to learn

that Mr. Adams was not
the legal owner of those cattle,

but that Mrs. North,
the plaintiff in this case, is?

It would.

I wonder.

Why do these ranchers trust you
with their cattle, Mr. Favor?

Because they know
I'm an experienced trail hand.

On what basis do you trust them?

I'm not sure
I understand the question.

Oh, I mean, how do you know
that these men

actually own the cattle
that they bring to you?

Look, Your Honor, those men
entrust me with their cattle

for six months or more
before they get their money.

They're willing
to trust me that far,

I'm willing to go
just as far with them.

Then you do not demand
proof of ownership from them?

No, no trail boss does.

In that case, you have
no real reason for believing

that Mr. Adams was in fact
the legal owner of the cattle

he turned over to you,
do you?

I got no reasons
for not believing it.

We will attempt
to remedy that deficiency

in your knowledge,
Mr. Favor.

Is Mr. Rance
in the courtroom?

I am.

Will you kindly come forward
to testify, Mr. Rance?

You're excused, Mr. Favor.

Raise your right hand.

Solemnly swear to tell
the truth, the whole truth,

and nothing but the truth,
so help you God?

I do.

Kindly be seated,
Mr. Rance.

Mr. Rance, what is your
relationship to the plaintiff

in this case?

Uh, I withdraw the question.

Are you employed by Mrs. North?

I am.

Uh, acting in that capacity,

did you make a trip
to San Antonio?

I did.

For what purpose?

I was looking for Wesley Adams
and 750 head of cattle.

The 750 head of cattle
that you refer to

belong to Mrs. North.

In fact, they represent
the annual shipment of beef

that Mrs. North makes
to the military authorities

in Fort Serito in the
southern part of this state?

Yeah.

And
Mr. Wesley Adams' job

was to deliver the cattle
to the military authorities.

It was.

Did Mr. Adams
carry out his orders?

No.

What did Mr. Adams do
with the 750 head of cattle

belonging
to Mrs. North?

He turned them over
to a trail boss, name of Favor.

I have here
a signed statement

by one Wesley Adams

admitting the theft
of Mrs. North's cattle

and of the illegal consignment
to Mr. Favor,

witnessed and notarized,
as you will observe.

It certainly is.

Your Honor,

I'd like
to ask some questions.

Proceed,
Mr. Favor.

When did you go down
to San Antone?

Two or three months ago.

And when did you
break the news to Mrs. North

that her cattle
were with my herd?

Two or three months ago.

Why wasn't this case
brought up then?

It was inconvenient
for the plaintiff

to travel to San Antonio
in order to testify the trial,

Mr. Favor.

"Inconvenient"?

You could've picked up
those cattle then and there

instead of letting us
go to all the time and trouble

of taking them
this far up the trail.

Uh, the plaintiff is not a
witness in this case, Mr. Favor.

Your Honor, it'd take most of my
men to bring those cattle back.

And I'd lose
the rest of my herd for sure.

We're concerned here
only with your possession

of stolen property,
Mr. Favor.

You brought
Adams' statement.

Why didn't you bring
Adams?

After he signed the statement,
he died.

Of what?

Uh, the question
is not relevant, Mr. Favor.

You're excused,
Mr. Rance.

Thank you.

I should like to recall
Mr. Favor

for further questioning,
please.

I'm a bit hungry.

Mr. Lewis,
come here please.

We found it
very entertaining.

But I'm afraid we've had enough
for the afternoon.

My stepdaughter's
a little tired.

Oh, of course.

Your Honor,

may I request a recess
until tomorrow morning?

Look, Your Honor,
I've got a herd to move.

This court is adjourned
until 10:30 tomorrow morning.

Thanks, Lewis.

I'm sorry about
the delay, Mr. Favor.

I was going rather well there
at the end, though, wasn't I?

I hope you don't expect me
to appreciate

your little performance.

Heh, I suppose not.

I really am sorry
about holding you up, though.

I'll prove it to you.

Let me buy you
and your friend a drink.

No, thanks.

I wish you wouldn't consider me
your enemy, Mr. Favor.

Believe me, I'm not.

Now, you're a trail boss.

Do you consider yourself
an enemy of the cattle

you're bringing north
to be slaughtered?

I'd be happier if you'd phrase
that a little differently.

All right,
let's have a drink.

Give me one moment.

Hey, I'm not
particularly thirsty, uh...

Think I'll...

Oh, take care of yourself.
...get something I like to do.

Youth is a wonderful thing.

I'm glad I'm rid of it.
Much more restful.

Have another,
Mr. Favor.

Alcohol is a poison.

But it does take the sting
out of defeat.

In case you're
referring to me,

the trial ain't
quite over yet, Mr. Lewis.

Only in the literal sense,
I'm afraid.

At this point,
you might as well

try to melt an iceberg
with a match.

I may make it
harder than you think.

Ha-ha! It might be interesting
if you could, Mr. Favor.

Lawyer like myself looks forward
to a challenging case,

even if only for the exercise.

I'm willing to take the cattle
back north with us.

When I sell the herd,
I'll send her the money.

Your suggestion,
while made in good faith,

shows a lamentable lack of
knowledge of the law, Mr. Favor.

Plus a complete misunderstanding
of Mrs. North.

Legally, you haven't
any right whatsoever

to offer such a compromise.

Actually, Mrs. North
finds the trial

much too exciting
ever to accept.

You mean to tell me
she's doing this

for the excitement of it?
Oh, partly.

I know it isn't unusual
for a woman,

but then, nothing about
Mrs. North is usual.

I don't mean that
to be entirely unfavorable.

Fact is, if you weren't
on the other side of the fence,

you'd probably find her
as fascinating

as some of the other men
do around here.

I got two little daughters

that know better
than to play games like that.

Somebody oughta
take a paddle to her.

Don't think
it would do any good.

Not at this point.

Might be less than prudent
with Mr. Rance around.

Since Mrs. North's husband died,

she's been searching
for something or other.

Entertainment.

Rough diamonds to polish.

Mr. Rance is not a diamond,
rough or otherwise.

Paced.

And tawdry paced at that,
and dangerous.

Another.

What in the world made you think
that I'd listen to you, Mr...?

Yates, uh,
Rowdy Yates, ma'am.

Yes, of course,
you did mention it.

Well, you see,
I thought that if, uh,

I came here
and told you personally

how much losing this herd
means to Mr. Favor and all...

Your boots
are filthy.

Oh, yeah.

Well, trail droving

ain't exactly
the cleanest profession.

Obviously.

You're a very attractive man,
Mr. Yates.

Thank you.

Unwashed,
but very attractive.

Did you seriously think
I'd go swooning into your arms?

N... No, ma'am.

I appreciate your loyalty
to your employer.

But I resent your opinion of me.

Ma'am, I ain't got
no opinion of you.

You will have soon.

Goodbye,
Mr. Yates.

Your case represents one
of those fascinating examples

of the contradiction
between law and justice

and our jurisprudence,
Mr. Favor.

It does.

It does indeed.

Justice
is on your side.

The law is on
Mrs. North's side.

a triumph of the law.

And the defeat
of justice.

Where you been?

Oh, I went and saw
that Mrs. North.

You starting to look
for another job pretty quick?

I ain't looking for another job,

just thought that maybe I could

talk her out of the suit,
that's all.

And did you?

She threw me out.

Have a drink.

Bartender?
Another glass.

Your idea was not
a bad one, Mr. Yates.

Unfortunately,
though,

the wrong man went.

And who'd be the right man?

Mrs. North
is a mature woman, Mr. Favor.

She might listen
to a man like yourself.

Hoo! She sure didn't
in the court.

Precisely.
That was in the courtroom.

You were just another drover.

Have you ever worn
evening clothes, Mr. Favor?

Splendid.

I advise you to acquire some
right away.

Whoa, wait a minute.

No, no. No, you'd be quite
in keeping in them

in the Palace Hotel.

What's the Palace Hotel
got to do with anything?

The Palace Hotel
is the pride and joy

of the Town of Bentley
and the County of Bentley.

It caters to the wealthy
ranchers for miles around.

Outside, just another
western hovel.

Inside, positively luxurious,

luxurious.

And terribly formal.

The Town of Bentley
doesn't rate a place like that,

but Mrs. North wanted it,

and she didn't stop until
she got exactly what she wanted.

No place like it
for hundreds of miles around.

And, by the way,
they cater to

and will outfit gentlemen
who can afford to stop there.

Looks like I can't afford
not to stop there, hm?

Tell the boys we'll, uh,

lay over here
for a couple of days.

Uh...

Remember one thing.

Mrs. North
wants to be a lady.

A gentleman
would make it easy for her.

Good day, madam.

Good afternoon, sir.

What can I do for you?

Rent me a room.

Uh, that would be
$10 a day, sir.

Ten dollars a day?

Oh, I'm afraid so, sir.

Uh, probably you would prefer
some other establishment.

Certainly would.

Doesn't seem I've got
much choice, though.

I beg your pardon, sir?

Only $10 a day.

How do you ever keep
the riffraff out?

Oh, I'll need
some evening clothes.

Oh, well,

we can furnish you
with a complete outfit, sir.

Uh, rent or purchase,
Mr., uh, Favor?

You trying to get me
to wear someone else's clothes?

Oh, of course not, sir.

Purchase it is.

I'll send a tailor
up to your room immediately.

Room 27 for Mr. Favor.

Dusty.

I admire the decoration.

You've done yourself proud,
Mrs. North.

Thank you.

Oh, that should be fine,
Alfred.

French wine.

Is there any other kind?

I've heard rumors.
Ha-ha!

Oh, none for me,
thank you.

Very good, Miss Carol.

You really oughta
have some wine, Miss Carol.

Your mother never orders
anything but the best.

She's not my mother.

Oh, stepmother.

My sister, anyway.

You always
call me "Mother."

Does it annoy you?

Not especially.

I'm sure it doesn't,

Mother.

I drink wine.

And therefore,
you won't.

My dress is
barely respectable.

And yours is appropriate
for a nunnery.

Would you like
to see me enter one?

It really wouldn't be
much of a change for you.

A toast,
ladies and gentlemen.

To the triumph of justice.

And the confounding
of cattle drovers.

Who is that man?

You saw him
this morning.

Where?
On the witness stand.

I looked at him,
now that you mention it,

but I really didn't see him,
did I?

Would you like
a closer look?

We don't want him here.

Have some more wine,
Rance.

It's really very fine wine.

You should taste it
before you swallow it.

Will you join our party?

Uh, your idea, Mr. Lewis?

Mrs. North's idea.

Well, it wouldn't be proper
to refuse a lady's invitation,

would it?
Highly improper.

After you.

Alfred,
another chair, please.

Rance, would you
sit next to Carol?

I'm sure you won't mind,
Rance.

Mrs. North, Mr. Favor.

How do you do?
Miss Carol.

Brewster,
Mrs. North's brother, Mr. Rance.

Won't you sit down, Mr. Favor?

Thank you.

Will you have some wine,
Mr. Favor?

Thank you.

French wine.

Is there any other kind?

Alfred,
the menus, please.

You sure Mr. Favor's
staying at this hotel?

Yeah,
this is where he said.

Well, there's no sense
standing around arguing

is he is
or is he isn't.

Let's go see.

Haven't you
ever seen the inside

of a hotel before?
Nothing like this.

I thought it was just
a plain, ordinary hotel,

but look in there. Fancy enough
for the King and Queen of Texas.

If Texas
had a king and queen.

Boy, I never saw Texans
stepping like that.

I'd hardly believed it
if I hadn't seen it for myself.

Wonder what happened
to the boss.

You're looking right at him.

Well, there is
a slight resemblance.

When I'd left him,
he'd had a few drinks.

I don't care if he's
had a few bottles.

Heh-heh! I sure would like
to see him herding cattle

in an outfit like that.

It was a lovely dance,
Mr. Favor.
Yes.

Mrs. North?

Try Carol.

Miss Carol?

May I have the pleasure
of this dance?

Your sister and Favor make
a handsome couple, don't they?

I like him
better than Rance.

So perhaps does she.

Do you like my family,
Mr. Favor?

Well, I don't really
know them.

My brother's very nice.

He's not terribly bright,

but he's completely devoted
to me.

It's not the kind of devotion
you have to deserve,

fortunately.

I think he'd even
kill for me.

Oh? You need that
done for you often?

I don't like Rance
at all.

Somebody ought to
get rid of him.

He's not good for Meg.

Preferably someone
braver than I.

Let's kill him.

What an unpleasant thought

in the midst
of all these festivities.

The dance
won't last forever.

Neither, shall we hope,
will Rance.

Do you come to dances
often?

No, I'm afraid not.

Doesn't your wife approve?

She's dead.

I'm sorry.

But l...
I did have to know.

It's getting...
Getting a bit hot in here.

Shall we go outside?

Rance. She's not the only woman
in the whole world.

It was a mistake, sending
that boy to me this morning.

No.
I didn't send him.

Come to the ranch with us
tomorrow.

I'm due to appear
in court tomorrow.

The trial's been postponed.

The judge know that?
Lewis'll tell him.

Means more delay before
we can get our herd moving.

Do you have any choice,
Mr. Favor?

You have?

Well, l...
I can't make up my mind.

You've been so persuasive.

I haven't asked you
for anything.

That's what's
so difficult.

Is that what you came for?

No.

I was wondering.

Will you come
to the ranch tomorrow?

Hey, boss.

We didn't see you kiss her.

No,
we just got here.

You know that keg of whiskey
we keep for emergencies?

Well, those two deputies
are now so drunk,

they won't even have a hangover
until next week.

By that time, we'll have our
herd plumb into the next county.

No deputies
to worry about there.

Not till the lawsuit's settled.

Since when did you get such an
abiding admiration for the law?

This won't be the last time
we'll be running through Texas.

I don't want the law
camping on our trail

every time we do.

Well, we might as well go back
and sober up them deputies.

You'd better.

Maybe I oughta
hang around a while.

Hm.

Anyway,
you're a real good dancer.

Why, thank you.

Did you enjoy the dance,
Carol?

Did you?
Of course.

Good night, Mother. Mr. Favor.
Good night.

Good night. Good night.
Good night. Mr. Favor.

Good night,
Miss Carol.

Thank you,
Mr. Lewis.

It was a lovely day
and a lovely dance.

What's the matter?
Don't you think so, Mr. Favor?

Good night, Mrs. North.

You will come to the ranch
tomorrow?

Mm-hm.

Rance.

My reputation.

Don't treat me
like a hired hand.

Not when we're alone.
Have I ever?

That trail boss...
Oh, don't worry about him.

I never worry about anything
I can put a bullet through.

Rance, you know why I treat you
like a hired hand in public?

Because you are a hired hand.

You're not telling me anything
I didn't already know.

Take the herd
to Sedalia.

Sell it
and keep half the money.

Heh. How do you know
I won't keep all the money?

'Cause I'll send
my big brother along

to see that you don't.

That's a good idea.

I will send Brewster along
to help you out.

After you sell the herd,
come back.

Not as a hired hand,

but as a man
with money in his own right.

And then ask me
to marry you.

That herd
doesn't belong to me.

I'll sign half of it
over to you right now.

It doesn't
belong to you either.

It will tomorrow.
I'm buying it.

If Favor will sell it.

He has no choice.
And I'm keeping him here.

Why?

You're a match
for any man alive.

But 20 drovers is too many
for even you to face down.

Especially if their own
trail boss is along.

They'd... Oh, Rance,
I want you to come back.

I haven't finished writing.

It can wait.

Why pick me?

I, um, asked you,
Mrs. North.

Why pick me
to run your ranch?

It's so difficult
to get anything beautiful

to grow out here.

I try.

Why you, Mr. Favor?

Do you want me to flatter you?

The truth would do.

I have to get someone
to replace Rance. He's leaving.

Mm? Does he know that?

He knows.

I found another job
trail boss.

You're sending the herd
north?

Yes.
The one you're selling me.

Now, if the court case
goes through,

and they order you to return
my cattle to San Antone,

you're going
to lose the herd anyway.

Shouldn't we wait until
the case is settled in court?

But you'll lose
not only your money

but the money of all
those people who trusted you.

Would you ever be able
to make it up to them?

You know
the answer to that.

Sell me the herd.

At Sedalia prices.
I'll pay you in cash.

And you'll be able
to return the money

to all those poor ranchers
who believed in you.

You're sure taking
the long way around

to find yourself
a new foreman.

How long does it take
to get a herd to Sedalia?

From here? Two months.

Two months.

Then Rance'll be
coming back.

I'm afraid of him,
Mr. Favor.

You've got nothing
to be afraid of.

You own the law in Bentley.
You've proved that.

You don't think Rance would
let the law stop him, do you?

Please, stay here with me.

Be here with me
when he gets back.

I want to have a chance
to be free of him.

Please.

We're ready to ride,
Meg.

If Mr. Favor's
made up his mind.

Not doing much talking,
is he?

Two months.

Be careful.

Now, you know what to do,
Philip.

Heh-heh! Make sure Rance doesn't
run away with all the money.

That was a joke.

Don't worry, I'll keep
the drovers off his back.

Two months.

Be careful.

Well, aren't you finished?
I'm finished.

That guy in the black
is gonna be the trail boss?

He's the owner's
legal representative.

Yeah,
but trail boss?

You can quit if you want to.

Like you did, huh?

He's giving you a big choice.

We're giving him
more of a choice.

We can run or fight.
Now, what are we gonna do?

The herd is sold.

Nothing to fight about.

Yeah, all packed,
Mr. Favor.

Good. You'll all be doing
the same job for the same pay.

One trail boss
to the other. So long.

Only trouble with Rowdy
is he just don't have

very close connection between
his brains and his mouth.

I don't blame him.
Oh, I'm not apologizing for him.

I feel the same way.

Only thing is, I know
you didn't have any choice.

You've got all those
little ranchers to think about.

Well, being a drover's

no life
for any sensible man anyway.

You're always
either freezing or baking.

Either that,
or you've got saddle sores.

If you haven't got saddle sores,
it's only 'cause you broke a leg

and haven't been able to sit
on your...

Yeah.

Bye, Wish.

It's time you drovers
started earning your pay.

Get the herd moving.

You won't need that.

Not yet.

I got something
I wanna show you.

I brought your horse.

Overheard a couple of
the night guards making plans.

What kind of plans?

They don't want either one of us
to reach Sedalia alive.

They're right down
in that gulley.

Mr. Favor.

Payment in full,
Mr. Favor.

With Mrs. North's compliments.

Speaking of the lady,
she's late.

I'll miss my coach
if she doesn't hurry.

There's no reason
to look so grim, Mr. Favor.

The prospect
is very pleasing, I should say.

You and Mrs. North
riding all the way together

to San Antonio.

You to give your ranchers
their money

much sooner
than they'd hoped for,

she to arrange matters with
the military in Fort Serito.

So many hours, so many miles
for the pair of you together.

You'll miss your coach.

Yes, of course.

Trail boss is supposed to be
with his herd, ain't he?

Not a trail boss
anymore.

Discharged.

By who?

Brewster.

Mrs. North's
big brother, Brewster.

He have the authority?

Had a gun. Used it.

Once.

Never use it again.

Big brother's dead.

Had a gun.

He... tried to shoot me
in the back.

Too slow. He was too slow,
that's all.

You got a gun too,
Favor.

He may have been slow,

but he was fast enough to get
a good piece of you.

I said, you got a gun too.

Oh, not being a gunslinger.

I wouldn't have had a chance
with you before.

Right now, I'm afraid you
haven't got a chance against me.

Maybe you're right.

Maybe so.

I got no fight
against you, anyways.

Never did have.

It's her.

Listen to me.

Nobody's ever told her
what she is.

Not Adams. I know, l...

I gunned him down
before he had the chance.

Not Brewster,
'cause he died too quick,

too far away from here.

He died 'cause he... He was
sent out by her to kill me.

Let me tell her
what she is.

Let me tell her
what she is.

All right.

Take care of Carol and see
that everything is all right.

My coach will follow along
after you.

Don't worry about the house.
I'll take care of it.

Good, Carol.

Rance.
Rance.

Hired hand Rance.

Where's Philip?

Face-down in the dirt
where you sent him.

Rance.
There's blood on your hand.

Mine.
Everything's gone wrong, Rance.

l... I'll make it right.

We'll be back the way
we used to be, I promise.

Yeah. Promise me.

Such...
Such a lovely dance,

Mr. Favor.

Such a love...

Mr. Favor, please.

Take me away from here.
All right.

I'll take you east
with me.

But... why? Why you, Mr. Lewis?

Your father was my best friend.

And I loved her.

I knew the score.

Nevertheless...

You better get back
to your herd, Mr. Favor.

Uh... the check first, please.

I'll write to you
in Sedalia

and tell you where to send the
money for Miss Carol's cattle.

Sure.

And I heard such
a wonderful case against you.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Oh, Brewster was shot.

And this fellow Rance rode off.
Why aren't you with the herd?

You're supposed to be
ramrodding.

Well, I ain't ramrod. You
don't even own the herd anymore.

It's my herd,
and until I fire you,

which may be any minute,

you're ramrodding.

Head 'em up!

Move 'em out!

Rollin', rollin', rollin'

Rollin', rollin'
Rollin'

Keep rollin', rollin'
Rollin'

Though the streams
Are swollen

Keep them dogies rollin'

Rawhide!

Through rain and wind
And weather

Hell-bent for leather

Wishin' my gal
Was by my side

All the things I'm missin'

Good vittles
Love and kissin'

Are waiting at the end
Of my ride

Move 'em on, head 'em up
Head 'em up, move 'em on

Move 'em on, head 'em up
Rawhide

Let 'em out, ride 'em in
Ride 'em in, let 'em out

Cut 'em out
Ride 'em in

Rawhide!

Rollin', rollin', rollin'

Hyah!

Hyah!

Rawhide!

Hyah!

Hyah!