Rawhide (1959–1965): Season 3, Episode 4 - Incident of the Night Visitor - 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 shouting and whistling)

FAVOR: Whenever
you hear a fella telling

about how he rode
with a trail herd

of 5, 10,000 steers,

you can call him a liar.

The most any crew can
handle and keep safe

is about 3,000,
the size of this herd.

Through the hazards
of weather, terrain,

stampedes, and Indian
raids, that's plenty.

Then there's the
remuda, the extra horses.

That's maybe the most
valuable part of the herd,

and the most vulnerable.

Put that many animals
together, they spell trouble,

and it's my trouble.

Gil Favor's the
name. Trail boss.

(cows lowing)

(horse whinnies)

(sighs)

What are you doing here?

Who are you?

Oh, you're not gonna say

who you... Ow!

Hold it!

No, you don't, you filthy...

(gunshot)

(horses whinnying)

ROWDY: What happened?

You hurt bad?

Stranger in camp.

What was he up to?

What did he look like?

It was a boy.

A boy?

Yeah, no more than 12, I'd say.

He was sneaking around
here looking in everybody's face.

But he was not
alone, Señor Favor.

FAVOR: What do you mean?

There were others
out there, in the dark.

I saw them too.

Well, what were
they? Indians or what?

I don't know. They were gone
before I could make them out.

No, this wasn't an Indian kid.

Well, we'll double the guard.

(cows lowing) You
all better get out there

and quiet those beeves down.

Hoo, cattle, cattle, hoo.

Hoo, hoo, cattle.

Hoo, cattle.

Settle down, now.

If you had brain
one in your head,

you know nobody's
gonna hurt you.

Hoo, cattle!

(hoofbeats)

What happened in there?

Had some visitors.
You see anything?

Saw a couple
riders through there,

but I don't think
they got near camp.

It's over by the remuda.
Probably after the horses.

Indians? No, no.

We'll keep a double
watch until morning, though.

Keep your eyes open!

Rowdy?

You figure they'll be back?

I don't know. Must've
scared them off.

Well, all the same, I'm
glad it's almost morning.

Yeah.

No, they were after
the horses, all right.

It's probably Indians.
Small raiding party.

Seven or eight of them
came in from both sides.

What about the boy? What
was he doing in our camp?

Sure you weren't just
seeing things, Jim?

Uh, you know, dreaming?

Does this look like a dream?

I don't know. A small
man, maybe, but a boy?

What would a white boy
be doing with Indians?

Could be it was an Indian.

Horse thieves around here?

WISHBONE: Mr. Favor, look here.

Awful small boot print.

There, I told you.

Let's track them down if we can.

Mr. Favor, can I come along?

Oh. Come on. Wishbone,
get ready to move out.

We should be back shortly.

(dramatic theme playing)

Horse's tracks over here.

Unshod.

Well, white men can ride
unshod ponies too, you know.

Maybe they met the kid here.

Yeah, probably in that thicket.

Maybe hiding from them.

BARKLEY: Maybe he's still there.

(dramatic theme playing)

Gimme that back, that's mine!

All right, easy. Easy.

Quite a pistol for
a half-pint like you.

Anybody ever tell you

kids ain't supposed
to be carrying a gun?

Yeah, you could hurt somebody
with a horse pistol like that.

You already have.

It was an accident.

I ought to turn
you over my knee.

Just try, mister.

Say, boy, um,
what were you doing

coming and sneaking
into our camp like that?

I didn't steal nothing.

Didn't say you did.

Why, was you fixing to?

Anyways, I didn't.

Not even nothing to eat.

What, are you hungry, boy?

Oh, don't worry about me
none. I know how to get along.

Just you gimme back my pistol.

You figuring on
pulling a holdup?

I figure to get me a rabbit.

Dang, you figure on
holding up some rabbits

with this blunderbuss.

BOY: I can do it.

Anyways, it's all I got.

All alone, are you?

Maybe you better
tell me all about it.

What do you mean?

Now, you weren't
alone last night.

Who were the others?

I don't know. Honest, mister.

I didn't even know there
was anybody till after.

I heard them riding away,

and then they all
come right past here.

Are you trying to tell me

you're all alone out
in the plains here?

I am. At least I am now.

I was traveling with some
horse traders last few days,

but I left them last night

after I seen your
herd yesterday.

Horse traders?
What horse traders?

From Colorado and
going to Missouri.

The boss is a fellow
they call Nick Mesa.

Well, that explains a bit of it.

Yeah.

Well, who's...? Who's Nick Mesa?

Probably the biggest
horse thief on the plains.

Doesn't even bother
with single horses.

Steals whole herds.

Quite an operation, though.

At least, smart enough
not to have been caught yet.

So you come into our
camp all alone, did you, boy?

I did, I swear.

If that was him last night,

I didn't know anything about it.

I left them making camp
on the other side of the ridge.

All right.

Let's keep going.

What are you gonna do?

Take you back to Nick Mesa.

(dramatic theme playing)

(mellow theme playing)

There they are.

Better show your
rifles, barrels up.

There's healthier things

than riding into a
horse thieves' camp.

Gimme mine.

When are you gonna
learn? Guns ain't for kids.

Yeah, we don't
need any help, sonny.

And you let me do
the talking, will you?

You don't give me my
gun, what choice have I got?

(cocks gun)

Nick, look here.

Let them come on in.

Don't worry, Greb,
I can handle them.

There's only four of them.

If it's a fight they want,
we can give them plenty.

That's far enough, right there.

Hello, Nick,

Wow. Jeff Barkley.

You can relax, all of you.

Come on in, Jeff. Feel welcome.

I see you found the boy.

Was wondering
what happened to him

after he did out last night.

Nick, this is my
boss, Mr. Favor.

Rowdy Yates, Pete
Nolan. This is Nick Mesa.

Howdy.

You must be with the herd we
saw over the ridge yesterday.

Well, any friend of
Barkley's a friend of mine.

Oh, I didn't know that.

Didn't realize Jeff was
friends with horse, uh... traders.

Some folks could ire right easy
at the way you said "traders."

Sounded almost like
you meant "thieves."

But I don't ire easy.

I got nothing to hide and
nothing to apologize for.

No harm meant, Nick.

NICK: No?

Maybe you better watch
the company you keep.

Maybe you ain't as
welcome here as I thought.

What did you come here for?

I'm just curious.

I'd heard so much
about you all these years.

Sure.

Well, now you see
me. You can get going.

There's something
else I'm curious about.

Yeah? How many horses you got?

That's quite a herd.

You pick them all up in
Colorado, uh, trading?

That's right.

And now you're shipping
them to Missouri for sale,

where they couldn't
be, uh, identified

by anybody who you traded with.

You see any of your brand?

No, thanks to the boy here.

What do you mean?

Mightn't you have some
unshod ponies in there,

ones that could pass
off as Indian ponies?

What are you
driving at, Mr. Favor?

You don't know?

If you're accusing me of
trying to steal your horses,

you better change
the tune quick.

First place, if I wanted
to trade, I'd have traded.

Maybe.

Sure I would.

But if somebody stole on
you, I wanna know about it.

How about it, Jeff?

Well, somebody did, Nick,

sometime earlier this
morning, before dawn.

Might have been Comanches.

Well, if there's
Comanches about,

I'm glad to hear about it.

Nothing they like better
than to get at my herd.

But I ain't sure it
was Comanches.

I ain't sure I care about
what you ain't sure about.

I got all the horses
I can handle now.

I ain't done any
trading for weeks.

I can take your word for that.

That's right. And
my word's good.

It's true, Mr. Favor.

All right, let's
keep it that way.

Just remember,

I'm not interested in
trading any of my strain.

All right, Joey, you
can get down now.

Huh? You ain't gonna leave me?

Well, this is where
you come from.

Oh, no, you don't.
I had my fill of him.

Why? What'd he do?

Nothing. Nothing wrong
with him. He's an all-right kid.

Kids don't fit in
with my plans now.

I was gonna drop
him soon anyway.

What are you suggesting we
do, just leave him out here alone?

Well, that's not my worry.

Somebody's gotta
worry about him.

He can't make it by himself.

I can so. Let me down.

Shut up and stay here.

You prepared to
take him over, Rowdy?

Well... nobody else is gonna.

NICK: All right, boy.

If you wanna be the papa

he's been looking
all over Texas for,

good riddance.

Just remember, no trading.

Don't tempt me, Mr. Favor.

(dramatic theme playing)

All right, son, you've
put us off long enough.

You's gots some
explaining to do.

Now, let him eat. Let
him eat, he's hungry.

I ain't gonna let
him starve to death.

What did this fella
Nick Mesa mean

about you looking for your pa?

Is that why you
were in our camp?

Well, why our camp?

All I know about him,

he's with some trail herd
coming up from Texas.

So ever since Ma died,

I've been traveling
around, looking.

Well, uh, what's his name?

I don't know.

FAVOR: You don't know?

Well, what's your name?

Joey Gardner, but
it ain't the same.

Mr. Gardner's my stepfather.

He married my
ma after Pa left us.

And you don't know his name.

Ma never talked about
him. She was mad at him.

Well, what'd he look like?

I never saw him.
You never saw him?

Well, how did you ever
expect to recognize him?

I don't know.

I guess...

I just hope...

Maybe I'd recognize him.

Maybe he looks
like me or something.

I don't know.

Tell me, son.

Why'd you run
away from me, then?

I guess I just got scared.

You looked at me so mean.

I'm sorry I shot you.

Well, we've lost
enough time already.

Better get started to move out.

I can help, Mr. Favor. I
can ride, I'll earn my way.

Now, look, Joey.

You're just going to the
next town and that's all.

Understand?

Till then you can help Hey
Soos wrangle the remuda.

Yes, sir.

Finish eat, then come.

Uh, Joey, you don't, uh...

You don't have any clues at all

about, uh, what your
old man looks like, huh?

Just a few.

Uh, Ma said once that
he has a scar on his neck

right under his left ear
slanting down and forward.

And I heard Mr. Gardner
say he was in prison once.

And I know his initials. G.F.

Well, don't look at me.

I ain't his pa.

I ain't got no scar.

And, uh, there's
two men on the crew

with the initials. Uh, Gus
French and George Fuller.

Ain't neither of them
got a scar on their neck.

Probably changed
the name anyway.

Being in prison and using
a traveling name, maybe.

I know. Could be anybody.

Whatever made you figure
it was this herd, anyway?

I didn't. I'll just
try them all.

I tried a lot of them already.

Well, I guess you're out
of luck this time too, Joey.

Maybe I'll never find him.

Ah, of course you
will. Don't give up yet.

See you later.

Gee, I'd like my pa to
be somebody like Rowdy.

Uh, yeah...

Uh, come on. I'll
see you get a mount.

(men shouting indistinctly)

(suspenseful theme playing)

(dramatic theme playing)

MAN: Hyah! Yahoo!

(whinnies)

Hi, Rowdy.

Hi, Joey.

Hey Soos, how's he doing?

Best wrangler I've
had since the start

See, I told you I'd earn my way.

Well, if only... Too bad
you don't like the work.

I like it.

But I'd rather be
working with you.

Well, we'll wait till you get a
little more experience, huh?

But Mr. Favor said
I could only stay

till we get to the next town.

Yeah, that's right.

Rowdy, you think you
might change his mind?

Well, I don't know. I...
I wouldn't count on it.

We'll see, huh?

(clicks tongue)

(sighs)

He's a great kid,
but I don't know.

What do you mean?

I don't know. It don't
make sense, Rowdy,

the way he showed
up looking for his pa.

It looks to me like a trap.

What are you talking
about? He's only 12 years old.

I mean, something
Nick Mesa cooked up.

Ha! Ho.

NICK: Barkley.

I been looking for you.

Nick.

What are you doing here?

Well, we're laying
off for a day or two.

Resting the herd.
Got good grass.

Thought I'd mosey over
and take a look at this remuda

that Mr. Favor's so worried
about me trading from.

You ain't gonna try
for it, are you, Nick?

(chuckles): I
told you the truth.

I got more than I
can handle now.

Had a real good spring
round up in Colorado.

Good pickings.

Do well this trip.

That's fine, because, uh,

Mr. Favor's remuda
is only average.

And besides, he'd
probably put up a fight.

Ah, forget Mr. Favor.

Let's talk about you.

How are you coming along?

Oh, can't complain.

Quite a come down
for you, punching cows.

It's a living.

You was considered
some punk in Colorado.

That what jail did
for you? Scared you?

Taught me some things don't pay.

I make them pay,
and so could you.

I feel I owe you something.

No, it wasn't your
fault I was caught, Nick.

Well, you were working for me.

You lost five years of
your life because of me.

I figure you got something
good coming to you.

From me.

I don't want it
that way anymore.

See, I figure on
going into ranching,

and I'm saving up a stake.

I'll pay you a lot
more than Favor will

for that whole drive
on into Missouri.

A lot more.

And after that, if you
want, you can be a partner.

Horse thieving, huh?

Trading.

We'll gather some stock
around Missouri and Kansas

and head them back
over to Colorado.

For sale.

I don't think so, Nick.

I didn't like
territorial prison.

Things like that don't
happen anymore.

I'm big now, Jeff.

No.

No, I... I... I don't wanna
run out on the drive.

Mr. Favor's been decent to me.

You know where I'm camped.

I'll be there another day.

Hyah!

Where's, uh, Barkley?

Back there!

Barkley, you ain't being
paid for sleeping in the saddle.

Sorry, Mr. Favor,

I was thinking of something.
Think on your own time.

You're to be hunting
strays. Yes, sir.

Hey, was, uh, anybody
else up here with you?

What makes you think there was?

Just asked.

No, nobody. Don't
let that dreaming

interfere with strays
wandering under your nose.

Now, look, Mr. Favor.
You quit riding me.

Riding you?

Well, you have been some.

Well, if I have, you
had some of it coming.

You ain't exactly the most
conscientious hand I got.

Well, maybe that
ain't my ambition.

Maybe that's the trouble.

It hasn't been hard to see

you don't think much
of being a drover.

Look, Jeff, as long
as you're taking

the responsibility of the job,

why not do it right?

Responsibility, what for?
For the peanuts you pay me?

You got a way of making
it faster, you're welcome.

Maybe I do.

Yeah, but legal?

Now, what do you mean "legal"?

Well, I just said it.

A man don't say that
for no reason at all.

What's the matter, somebody
in this crew see me before?

Somebody told you
something? Told me what?

That's why you been riding me.

Somebody told
you I been in prison?

Prison? I didn't
know that, Jeff.

Sure you do. You're
just like the rest of them.

You won't give a man
a chance to live it down.

(dramatic theme playing)

(mellow theme playing)

(cows lowing)

So I fired off five shots,
and five Indians went down!

But there was one
more coming on,

and I was out of bullets.

So it was hand-to-hand.

Knives, right there on
the edge of that precipice.

One false move and
we was both goners.

So there we was.

Me and the biggest
Injun you ever saw.

And it was some fight.

First it was me on top,
and then it was him.

All afternoon.

Then you know what happened?

What happened?

That Indian killed me.

(all laugh)

That a humdinger, Joey?

Hey, Wish! I hear old Jim
Bridger used to tell it better.

Well, he'd better.
It's his story.

Happened to him.

Didn't happen to him, either.

(all laugh)

Uh, speaking of Indians,

we'll still ride double
guard all night tonight.

Especially on the remuda.

Well, now, do you think
they'll come back for us?

White or red? Don't matter.

You see anything, shoot it.

Well, old-timer, it's
about time for you

to hit the bedroll, isn't it?

You had a pretty big day.

Nah, I'm all right.

Hey Soos, which guard do I take?

Well, señor, there
is most danger

just before the dawn.

That is when the
sharpest eye is needed:

On the last watch.

All right, you be
sure to wake me.

Sí, sí, I will.

What a kid.

Looking for his pa in a
place as big as Texas.

Yeah, can you imagine a
daddy leaving a kid like that?

Be something to
settle a man down,

raising a sprout like that.

Hey, did you find yourself
a nice soft spot here, Joey?

This all right?

Yeah, sure. Any place here.

I'll give you a blanket
out of the wagon.

Oh, thanks.

Where are you gonna sleep?

I'll be right over there.

Hm, that's good.

Rowdy?

Yeah?

You got a scar
under your left ear?

(stirring theme playing)

Well, you see one, Joey?

What are your initials?

Your real initials?

Hey, Joey, uh...

You know...

You know, of
everyone on this drive,

I'm the last one that
could be your father.

Twelve years ago, you know,

I wasn't any bigger
than you are right now.

Sure, I understand.

Shucks, I guess it
don't matter much.

I mean... Well...

Sometimes I think I
been looking so long.

It doesn't seem to do no good.

Well, you're gonna find
him one of these days.

I don't know.

Maybe I haven't even got a pa.

I mean, maybe he's
dead or something.

And maybe I just ought to

pick out a fella I like and...

And what?

Kind of make him my pa.

I mean, be partners like that.

If it's all right with him.

Oh, yeah. Well, that's...

That's a good idea, Joey.

Any... Any fella
would be real proud.

But, uh, you know, I think
you ought to wait a little longer.

I really do. You...
You know, you're...

You're gonna run
into the real article.

And when you do, it's, uh...

Well, that's gonna
be a lot better,

having a real pa,
don't you think?

Rather than a secondhand one?

I don't know. Maybe so.

Sure it is.

You go ahead and
get some sleep, huh?

Come on, you...
You hit the sack,

and I'll, uh, wake you
when it's time, huh?

Good night. Good night.

I wish there was something
we could do for that kid.

Yeah. Like what?

Well, help him find
his pa, or whatever.

That's a big order.

Howdy, son.

Bedding down all right?

Yes, sir.

Here.

Use my bedroll for a pillow.

I'll be riding night
hawk for a while.

Well, I'll be taking the next
watch when you come in,

and you can use mine.

Thanks.

How's your arm?

Oh, it's all right. Don't
hardly hurt anymore.

That's good.

What's this?

Hm? What?

On your hat band.

Oh, that's my pa's
initials on Navajo silver.

It's the only
thing of his I got.

Ma gave it to me
a long time ago.

Where was that?

Out in Colorado. Pueblo.

What was your ma's name?

Hazel. For her eyes,
she used to say.

Hazel.

How old are you, son?

Twelve. Well, not quite.

But I will be in September.

September, 12 years ago.

Something happen
to you then too, mister?

Yeah, something happened to me.

Something bad?

Did you ever see your pa?

Did your ma ever tell
you anything about him?

She always used to cry
whenever she started.

But I heard Mr. Gardner say
once that he was in prison, my pa.

Don't know why.

Guess he must've
done something wrong.

But he got out,

and then I heard he
was working trail rides

out of Texas.

That's why I come here when...

Your ma died?

Last winter.

So there was nothing
for me to stay for,

with Mr. Gardner
not liking me much.

Hazel.

Do you know my mother, mister?

Huh? Uh...

I don't think so.

Uh, what was her full name?

Hazel Gardner.

Hazel Millence was her
name when she was a little girl.

What's your name, mister?

Hm? Um, Jeff Barkley.

And that's, uh, J.B. not G.F.

(dramatic theme playing)

(peaceful theme playing)

(cows lowing)

Seen anything?

Nothing? All's quiet.

Who's that?

It's Barkley.

He sure ain't what you'd call
a real wide-awake night hawk.

He's acting like he's
a million miles away.

He ain't, but what
he's thinking is.

You supposed to be riding gun?

Come on, let's stay
awake, get moving.

Look, Mr. Favor.

I, uh...

I wanna draw my pay.

What for?

Well, I'm going. I'm quitting.

Not because I been riding you?

That's right.

I've had about enough of it.

Come on, what's the real reason?

I've got other plans.

You signed on
for the whole drive.

You know, I don't
have to pay you off

unless you got a real
good reason for quitting.

I know.

And that don't bother you?

You must have a
pretty good reason.

That'd be none of your business.

You didn't run into Nick
Mesa out there today

by any chance, did you?

Now, look, Mr. Favor.
I could have just left.

Where'd you say you knew
Nick? From Colorado, wasn't it?

Did he have anything to
do with you going to prison?

What's that matter?

It matters.

It's my business, nobody else's.

Something else I've
been wondering about.

I thought so.

What's your real name, Jeff?

I'm gonna get my gear.

Anything, boss?

He ain't riding guard anymore.

Jeff?

Time for me to go on watch?

Not yet, boy. You
go back to sleep.

Where are you going with
your saddlebags and all?

Never mind.

Uh...

I'm sorry, boy. I...

I gotta be moving.

That's the way I am.

Bye, Joey.

FAVOR: He's running
out on us, Joey.

What do you mean, Mr. Favor?

Just what I said.

Now, look, Mr. Favor, let it go.

And just don't try to stop me.

If you won't take
care of things,

I won't make you.

You won't what, Mr. Favor?

What are you talking about?

Now, don't start anything.

You... You got a
scar on your neck.

Right under your left ear.

Slanting down and forward.

You...

You're him.

You're my pa.

Joey...

Look, Joey...

I never knew about you.

Joey, your mother never told me.

I went to prison and I
didn't even know about you.

(whimpers)

As soon as she told me, she
never wanted to see me again.

But you're going away.

Well, don't you see,
Joey? It's too late.

You don't want me.

(sniffles)

I can't explain, but
it's too late, Joey.

I can't explain.

Pa...

Wait a minute, Joey.

Wait a minute. Joey,

maybe you're well rid of
him. I'm going after him.

I'm afraid it wouldn't
do much good, Joey.

I'm going anyways.

Look, why not let
it wait till morning?

He'll just be over
at Nick Mesa's.

Now, look, old-timer.

Remember what you said about

maybe picking
somebody out, you know,

and being partners with them?

And, you know, calling him "Pa."

Well, I'd be real
proud if... If you'd...

Once you see, you
always know it wasn't true.

I gotta take my turn
at night hawking.

Look, you don't have to.

Yeah, sure he does.

Hey, fellas!

Here, señor.

(suspenseful theme playing)

(war whoops)

ROWDY: Joey!

Joey? Here!

You all right, old-timer?

It was Indians. I think
Hey Soos hit one of them.

You see who it was?

No, señor. Somebody
hit me from behind.

I was dizzy.

It was a bunch of dark figures
howling like Comanches.

Well, anybody can howl.

I know I... I fired at one
of them, but I don't know.

They got the remuda.
We still got the night string.

Scarlet, you hold the
herd with the regular crew.

I'll take the rest of
them and go after them.

SCARLET: Where to? I'd
say Nick Mesa's to be first.

No, Mr. Favor, it was
Indians. I saw them.

Maybe you were a
little excited, Joey.

No, I saw them.

You sure it wasn't Nick Mesa
with Jeff Barkley, maybe?

No, I saw them.

Don't you believe me, Mr. Favor?

FAVOR: Sure, Joey.

It doesn't matter.

We'll track down whoever it was.

Bailey, bring in
the extra guards.

Rowdy, get the
night string ready.

Hey, Joey?

Hey, Joey.

Where is he?

He's gone. Hey, Joey!

We can't let him run off like
that in the middle of the night.

No telling what'll
happen to him.

You wanted to
go after his father.

He's probably heading
for Nick Mesa's.

No, he said there were Indians,

and there's Indians
between him and Nick Mesa.

Well, we'll find out, because
we're heading for Nick's.

(dramatic theme playing)

Well, Mr. Favor.

You're too early for breakfast.

What do you want? Our horses.

Somebody steal
your precious remuda?

Even with a double guard?

Now, don't tell me you
don't know anything about it.

And I'm telling you you've
come to the wrong place.

Unless you want to
buy a replacement horse.

In that case, I'd
be willing to sell.

What are you gonna do,
give me your word again?

I'll do better. Go ahead,
look through my herd.

See if you find
anything of yours.

He's telling you the truth,
Mr. Favor. I wouldn't lie to you.

And I'm telling you
frankly, Mr. Favor,

I don't like this any
better than you do.

If there are Comanches
around here, nobody's safe.

Looks like the kid was right.

Yeah, what about the kid?

What about him?

FAVOR: He took off.

We don't know if he rode or ran.

But we figured he'd
be heading for here.

ROWDY: You don't suppose
he went trailing the Comanches?

FAVOR: Be just like him.

Trying to prove his
old man wasn't a thief.

Old man?

You?

It'll be daylight soon.

We'd better get after him.

Wait...

Spread out and look sharp.

(dramatic theme playing)

(ominous theme playing)

Hey, boss.

There's some blood
on the ground here.

Maybe Joey was right.

Hey Soos must have hit somebody.

Mr. Favor, over here.

It's Joey's boot track.

(horse whinnies)

(whinnying)

(gunshot)

(distant gunshots)

(shouting in foreign dialect)

Joey's down there.

(gunshots)

(screams)

I'm going with you.

Yeah, glad to hear it.

Cover them.

Cover them good.

(gunshot)

Let's go!

(all whinnying)

Joey!

Joey? Joey!

Here!

You all right, boy? Huh?

Yeah, I guess so.

Pa?

Pa? (crying)

You're crying.

(sniffles)

Joe,

Joey, I... I'm sorry.

For crying? No.

No. For walking out on you.

Can you forgive me, boy?

Pa.

(sighs, sniffles)

(horses whinnying distantly)

FAVOR: Now, uh,
you didn't say, uh,

what brought you by this way.

I never could resist
fighting an Injun.

Been having that kind
of fun for a long time.

Maybe I made a mistake.

Mistake?

Well, beat myself
out of a customer.

(chuckles)

I see you got your remuda back.

I, uh, do owe you some thanks.

Oh, no.

I was looking out
for my own interests.

You know, a man
could just trust you.

You still don't think
you can trust me.

Not around a horse.

You're just like an Indian.

(chuckles)

You're the first to
understand that.

I grew up with them.
I learned their ways.

To them, horse-stealing
is a way to gain prestige.

You feel that way about it too?

Well, it's the only thing
I know well enough

to make my pile.

I'd sure hate to catch
you trading at my remuda.

Because I'd sure hate
to take a shot at you.

(both chuckle)

I might hate that too.

Mr. Favor.

I guess we'll be
leaving you here.

Oh, yeah? You and who?

Me and Joey.

My son.

The son you ran out on?

But you don't... No, no.

He's got a right to
say that to me, Joey.

You see, I lost my head.

I was scared and I thought
maybe I wasn't fit to raise you.

All those years
I spent in prison,

they sort of knocked
all the decent sense

out of my head.

And I got kind of mixed up.

Well, I'm not explaining
it too good, but...

I think you are.

Anyway, I think I got some of
that decent sense back now.

I got a stake in the bank
down home, Mr. Favor.

I've had my eye on
a place in the Brazos

and I'd kind of like to get
settled before summer ends.

Well, I hate losing
two goods hands,

but I think we can scrape
together the pay you got coming.

No, no, no, you don't
owe me a cent, Mr. Favor.

It's more like I owed you.

If you need us, Mr. Favor,
we'll be glad to stay on

till the end of the
drive, won't we, Pa?

FAVOR: You do like
your Pa says, Joey.

You get settled
before winter sets in.

ROWDY: We'll miss you, though.

You ain't sore.

I mean, Pa's my real pa.

Well, that's better than a
secondhand one anytime, Joey.

You be sure to
stop in and see us

whenever you're
down in the Brazos.

Just ask for Geoffrey
Faulkner and son.

Well, you can count on that.

That's Geoffrey, with a G.

A real nice kid.

That is if you like
kids, you know?

Yeah.

(harmonious theme playing)

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 waitin' 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!