Rawhide (1959–1965): Season 4, Episode 13 - The Long Count - full transcript

Hyahl

Rollin', rollin', rollin'

Rollin', rollin', rollin'

Keep movin', movin', movin'

Though they're disapprovin'

Keep them dogies movin'

Rawhide

Don't try to understand 'em

Just rope and throw and brand 'em

Soon we'll be living 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'

Hyahl

The boss wouldn't like you
killing a customer.

You sure?

That's Staley, all right.
There's a kerchief tied to his bridle.

We'll pick him up near the arroyo
and take him the rest of the way in.

Cain, wait a minute.



Those ain't customers.

Frank! No.

If you miss, they can make a run for it.

Frank, meet Staley
and get him out of sight.

Don't bring him in
till we get rid of those two.

You know, the water ain't so bad
around here.

Graze will do.

This ain't exactly
the garden spot of Texas, though.

As long as there's grass and water,
the boss oughta be satisfied.

Might even hold the herd over
and let them rest a few days.

How are you?

This is private range.

Didn't see any signs posting it.

Everybody around here knows it
and keeps off.

But we're just passing through.

We're scouting for a herd
trailing to Abilene.

Abilene's north. You're riding south.

He said we were scouting!

We're looking for grass and water.

We're just riding back to the herd
to report to the boss.

Find what you want?

Yeah. Anywhere up above there
will be fine.

Maybe you're going to tell us
that this whole range is private.

- Huh?
- No maybe about it.

Well, maybe I don't believe you.

Then I'll let the boss spell it out for you.

No, Rowdy.

Go ahead. Save us all a lot of talk.

I'd rather see if your boss can spell.

Ohh... How are you?

You'll wear out before the door will.

We just didn't want you
forgetting us, that's all.

When are you gonna get us out of here?
When do we see the boss?

Right now.

Come on.

I don't know.

I really don't know if I'm ready yet.

I said come on!

Stop it, Jess!

Did you hear me?
Put that gun away!

What are you doing here?

Trying to keep you out of trouble,
but it looks like I'm a little late.

Yeah, well, we were
getting pushed around a little.

I figured we were due some pushing back.

We're both due now.

Anytime.

That's enough, Jess. Get back to work.

These are your men, then,
Mr. Favor, I presume?

I'm afraid so, Mrs. Hastings.

Rowdy Yates, our ramrod,
Pete Nolan, our scout.

Yeah. Pleasure to meet you,
Mrs. Hastings.

I owe you gentlemen a deep apology.

Believe me, I didn't want
to keep you locked up like that,

but my foreman insisted on it

till he could ride back to the herd
to check out your story.

I'm sure you can understand
running a big ranch like this alone,

it's rather difficult for a woman.

Much too often, strangers
try to take advantage of me,

and my foreman does try to see
that I'm not bothered.

There's no two ways about that.

He was devoted to my husband.

When he died two years ago,
Jess offered to stay on and help me.

I hope you'll forgive him.

Oh, yeah. Well, no harm done at all.

Please feel free to use my range,
Mr. Favor.

As a matter of fact, if you'll cut
farther east about 3 miles,

you'll find much better graze
than the flats in the valley.

Oh, no, no. The flats'll be just fine.
Thank you.

I insist. You'd be doing me a favor.

The valley's terribly overgrown.
Your cattle would clear it out for me.

Oh, yeah.
They'll do that all right.

Well, thank you, Mrs. Hasting.

It's been very kind of you.

Not at all.

It was nice to have met you.

Same here.

Hey, what about our guns?

Oh, uh, turned over to me.
Come on.

Where are your brains,

letting Staley in
while the drovers were still here?

Frank couldn't keep him holed up.
He was getting spooky.

Anyway, he's an itchy gun.

Oh, is he?

Now wait a minute.

Why are you letting them drovers
on the range?

There are over 20 men out there.

Every one of them would jump
at a chance for that reward money.

You shouldn't have let 'em in.

It would've been better
to have them camp in the flats?

It would have been better
to keep 'em off altogether.

Jess, when are you going to learn
that to fight trouble makes it bigger?

To ride with it makes it
disappear completely.

Can you prove you're Tom Staley?

My references.

$5,000.

You're a valuable man, Mr. Staley.

Well, the Bankers Association
thinks I'm pretty valuable.

So do I.

That'll be $500 for the first week.

500?

And a hundred a day thereafter.

The longer you stay here,
the more dangerous it is for me.

But for what?

This dirty little hideout?

For excellent accommodations

and for the work of getting you
in and out of the territory

and for the day and night
protection of my men.

$500, or start riding alone.

All right.

Jess will take care of you.

You know, for that kinda money,

seems like I ought to get
a little personal service.

That's the only personal service
you'll get from me, Mr. Staley.

Hoo-ee.

What's wrong, boss?

Fella ought to have his brains removed
riding a horse like that.

He's doing more hanging on than riding.

Not for long!

Take it easy. You hurt yourself.

Now stay away from me!
Keep away!

Look, we're only trying
to help you out, mister.

No! Now leave me alone!

Please, I didn't mean any harm.
I was just trying to do my job.

I don't know what you're talking about.

We just saw you take a spill

and come over to find out
if you hurt yourself.

Oh.

Sorry. I... I thought that you were...

It's those men. They're the ones
who were chasing me!

Oh, yeah. That's that foreman Cain.

Yeah, he sure gets around, doesn't he?

Please, let me take your horse.
I've got to get away from here.

Take it easy.
Nobody's going to hurt you.

- Thanks, Favor. We'll take him now.
- Oh, no!

Hey, mind telling me
what this is all about?

Don't see that it's any concern of yours.

True, true, but must be
something mighty interesting

considering he half killed himself
trying to get away.

What'd he do, steal something?

He was trespassing.

Mighty persnickety
about trespassing, ain't you?

I've got my orders.

The boss don't like strangers.

I was only trying to do my job!

And what's that?

I'm a government census taker.

- Census taker?
- That's right.

I'm supposed to find out how many people
live in this territory and what they all do.

That's the only reason
I went near his ranch.

He wouldn't listen to me.
Accused me of spying.

Sounds reasonable enough to me.

Not to me.

You gonna turn him over?

Not if he ain't done nothing wrong.

I'll decide that.

I'll tell you what.

You've got a legitimate complaint
against him,

we can go in and turn him over
to the sheriff for you, huh?

The boss did you a favor
letting you use this range.

You got a funny way
of showing your appreciation.

I'll settle that with her personally.

Guess you got no reason to hang around,
have you, Cain?

I guess you'll be all right now,
Mr., uh...

Gedwell. Martin Gedwell.

My name's Favor, Gil Favor.

And this is Rowdy Yates, Pete Nolan.

I'm happy to know you, gentlemen,
and believe me, I'm most grateful.

I only hope I haven't
caused you any trouble.

That kind of trouble we like.

I'm afraid your horse is long gone.

But we can lend you one from our string.

You just leave it in town,
we'll pick it up tomorrow morning.

You'll be going into Paso Grande yourself?

Some of us.

If it wouldn't be too much trouble,
could I wait and go with you?

Yeah, sure.

I'd appreciate the company.

Of course.

Come on, you can ride with me.

Oh, thank you.

I'll get my hat.

Well, this is far as I go, Mr. Gedwell.

Got to get my supplies here.

This is fine, thank you.

Well, don't look like you're
gonna have any trouble at all

tallying this town.

Don't look like enough people
to make a good crowd.

I couldn't care less. I'm finished.

What do you mean, finished?
You mean you counted 'em already?

No. I'm quitting.
When I took this job,

I didn't agree to being shot at
and chased all over the country.

Well, you can't
just leave a whole town out.

As far as I'm concerned,
the whole state can be left out.

Goodbye. Thanks again for your trouble.

You know something?

He's gonna mess things up
to a fare-thee-well.

Mess what up?

Well, the census.

He's quitting. He isn't gonna
count the folks in this town.

Be just the same
as if they weren't even born.

That ain't gonna bother them none.

We'll be over in the barber shop
if you need us for anything.

Not me. I'll be in the saloon.

- Yeah, but...
- We'll see you later.

Huh. Fine bunch of citizens they are.

I got to go pick up the mail,
then I think I'll get some lunch.

I got a real hankering
for some good restaurant food.

No offense, Wish.

I'm awfully sorry, sir,
but I just couldn't do it.

You couldn't find out anything?

Whether there were any other
buildings on the ranch...

uh, how many men they had?

A whole army as far as I'm concerned.
They all came after me.

I'm sure they would have killed me
if those drovers hadn't interceded.

- Drovers.
- Some men with a bunch of cows.

Beeves, please.

Hmm? Oh, whatever.

They saved my life.

They let me spend the night with them

and brought me into
Paso Grande this morning.

A very interesting group of men, too...

amusing, especially that cook.

Can you imagine a man
with a name of Wishbone?

Maybe not.

- Wishbone?
- Yeah.

Was the trail boss Gil Favor?

Did you meet Rowdy Yates,
Pete Nolan?

Yes, I believe those were
some of the names.

Well, what do you know?

In any event, sir, I'm sure you understand
why I just can't continue.

I'm just not suited for this kind of work.

Yeah, yeah, sure. Don't...
You just forget it.

Here.

Here's your last week's pay.

Oh, but I can't accept it.

I didn't get you the information
you wanted...

Believe me, the information you did get
is worth twice that money.

Eh, you'd better let that grow.

A face like that should stay hidden.

- Clay. Clay Forrester.
- How are you, Rowdy?

What are you doing?
Hey, Pete!

Hey, look who's here.

- Lord, the bad penny.
- Glad to see you too, Pete.

Hey, how come you're not out
pushing the herd?

Mr. Favor, he gave us the day off,
so we're just messing around town.

I thought you went west somewhere.

Would you please sit down?

Oh. Oh, yeah.

I was heading west,
but then I got this job, and, uh...

Wait a minute. Look at that.

Rowdy, you won't believe it. Lookit.

What? You a lawman?

Will you sit down and stay put?

Oh, boy.

Like trying to shave
a man on horseback.

I got this job with the government,

and they made me a marshal
to give me some authority.

Authority to do what?

Well, it's pretty important work...

collecting information, things like that.

What kind of information?

Well, uh, I'm taking the census.

You mean like that fella Gedwell?

Yeah. He works for me. At least he did.

I'm gonna have to handle this territory
by myself now.

You mean you're a nose-counter.

Wait till Mr. Favor hears about this.

Hey, Rowdy, Pete, I found 23 people...

Well, what hole did you climb out of?

How are you, Wishbone?

I never thought I'd see you again,
except dangling from a rope.

- How'd you manage?
- Same as usual.

That slippery-elm tongue of yours.

You got to be careful now, Wish.

I mean, check the badge there.
You're talking to a marshal.

Marshal?

And he's just the feller you want to see
about those 23 people you counted.

He's the boss census taker around here.

You?

Look, if you boys want to have a meeting,

we got a nice town hall down the street.

Come on, tell us how you go about it.

What do you do when you count up to 10,
take off your shoes and socks?

And how about little kids?
Do they count for a half or a whole?

Why don't you two
find out for yourselves?

Huh?

I'll give you jobs right now,
all three of you.

Us be census takers?

That's right. There's nothing to it.

I'd give each a certain territory,

and then you ask everybody
the same questions.

Nothing could be easier.

Ah, go on.

Why not? The job pays hard cash.

Since when do you have
any objections to that?

I got better things to do.

No use talking about it.

Mr. Favor wouldn't let us
do a thing like that.

You leave Favor to me.
Did he come in town with you?

Yeah. He's probably at the restaurant.

All right. You meet me there
in about half an hour.

Your jobs'll be waiting for you.

Absolutely not, Clay.

My men work for me and nobody else,
and they work full time.

I'm in a jam if I don't get help.

My orders are to finish up this territory
by tomorrow, and I can't do it alone.

Sorry.

That's too bad.

The boys were really counting
on that extra money.

Well, let's forget it.

Tell me, how's the herd doing?

All right, so far.

How many head you got by now?

Mm, a little over 3,000, I figure.

Don't you know exactly?

Now, what trail boss does know exactly?

Lose a few head one day,
pick up a few strays the next.

Impossible to keep exact count.

Uh, that's a shame.

Hmm?

I'm really very sorry, Favor.

Sorry about what?

Well, I've got to have a tally
on that herd, an exact count.

I thought you were supposed to be
taking the census on people, not cattle.

On people and their property.

And this herd is your property, isn't it?

Expect me to count them now?

No, no, that's my job.

I've got to do it personally.

But I may be a little slow,
working alone, you know,

but I'll be finished up by the weekend.

Weekend?

We're pulling out tomorrow.

Sorry, Favor,
not until I get an exact count.

It's the law, and don't try to stop me.

I've got all the authority
that goes with this star.

Oh, blackmail, huh?

Now, where would you
get an idea like that?

Of course, if I could get the help I need...
say two or three men...

I could tally the herd tomorrow.

Rules don't change for anyone.

None of the men hold down two jobs.

That's what I like about you, Favor...
you stick to your principles.

Hmm.

I'll be out to tally the herd
soon as I finish up here in town.

Ought to take me, um, oh, a day or so.

Wait a minute.

If you run into, uh,
Rowdy, Pete, Wishbone,

you tell them they're fired.

Fired?

Yeah. They can sign back on
once they get the herd tallied.

That won't take long,
I promise you.

I figured.

You live here alone, Mrs. Blair?

Don't forget Johnny.

Oh, you didn't say anything
about anybody else.

Where is he?

Uh. Johnny!

Yoo-hoo! Johnny!

Johnny Blair.

Now, come on, Mr. Frazier,

you gotta answer these questions.

It's the law.

Government wants to know.

Why?

Come on, will you please
give me your first name?

You already got my last.
Ain't that enough?

No, it ain't.

Albert.

This here is your occupation?

I own the stable.

- Yeah. Age?
- The stable or me?

You, of course.

You want to draft me again, huh?

Look...

How old are you, Mr. Frazier?

45.

Thank you very much, Mr. Frazier.

Wait a minute.

You sure that's all?

Yeah, that's all.

You know something?

The government's sure full
of busybodies.

L-O-P-E-Z.

Lopez.

Manuel and Conchita.

Now, age?

Is me?

Um.

41.

And your wife?

Eh, 21.

And your occupation?

Don't work.

But how do you support yourself?

She wash the clothes.

And how many children, if any?

Come on, make up
your minds, will you?

Please, please, we have
just lost a little child.

Excuse me, I forgot Miguelito.

14.

And how long have you lived here?

We don't live here.

We live in Mexico.

You see, we come here
to visit my brother.

You wish to speak to him?
He's taking a siesta. I'll call him.

There is no other question
you want to ask, se?or?

Because we want to help you.

Real good work, boys.

If you kept at it,
you'd make fine census takers.

No, thanks.
After this work, droving's a real pleasure.

We get the money now?

As soon as the census is complete.

Well, is it?
We went everywhere you told us to.

Well, there's one ranch left. It's a big one.
All of us will have to go.

The Hastings Ranch.

Hastings?

- Yeah, you know them?
- Yeah.

Well, that's where the herd is laying over.

Why do we all have to go?

Oh, a ranch that size you got to take
an industrial survey, too.

Cattle, properties.

It's a lot more complicated.

Yeah, and they got a foreman out there
who don't take kindly to strangers

like Gedwell, for instance.

So that's it.
He wants us to pack guns for him.

Well, now wait a minute.

Would I ask you to risk your lives
on a job like this?

Yeah, you sure would.

Only we're not gonna.

How can you quit on me now?

Well, it's the easiest thing
in the world, Clay.

You just pay up.

Well, I... I don't have the money right now.

What do you mean
you don't have the money right now?

I mean I don't carry
a whole payroll with me.

I knew it! I knew we've been suckered!

Now, wait a minute. Wait a minute.

All I have to do is to wire El Paso,

and they'll send a bank order
in a couple of hours.

Look, Clay, if this is a trick...

Honesty.

All right, two hours.

After that we're gonna take it out
of your hide.

Listen, um, as long as you have
nothing else to do...

Well, I have.

Like figuring out what I'm gonna do to you
if you don't come up with that money.

Two hours.

You better start looking
for the telegraph office, you know?

Mr. Forrester?

The sheriff told me I'd find you here.

You're the marshal in charge of taking
the census in this territory?

Yes, ma'am, I am.

Well, I'm Martha Hastings.

I came to offer my apologies.

I understand that one of your men
was rather badly treated yesterday.

I hope there won't be any trouble.

Well, taking the census
is required by law, ma'am.

If one doesn't cooperate

Oh, but I want to.
That's why I'm here.

I'd be more than glad to give you
any information you need.

Well, that's very gracious of you, ma'am,
but we can't do it here.

I'll have to come out to your ranch myself.

Really? I don't see why.

Well, it's a matter of verification, ma'am.

Oh, not that I wouldn't
take your word, Mrs. Hastings.

But, well, orders are orders.

Of course.

Why don't you come with me right now?
I'll show you around myself.

Oh, that wouldn't be necessary.

Ah, but I insist.

It's the only way I can possibly make up
for that shabby way your man was treated.

All right.

You'll give me one moment
to get my horse?

Yes.

Ain't that Mrs. Hastings?

Yeah, what's Clay doing?
He going with her?

He's trying to beat us out of our money.

Look, you two better go on back to the herd.

I'll stay here and keep an eye on him.

On him or on her?

I'm just trying to make sure
we get our money.

Oh, yeah.

All right, Mrs. Hastings, lead the way.

Hey, Clay, wait a minute.

Oh, yeah, Rowdy, what do you want?

Well, I was just wondering if...

Oh, hello, Mrs. Hastings.

I didn't hardly recognize you sitting there.

- How are you, Mr. Yates?
- Oh, good, good.

Say, you going to be
around town for a while?

If you are, I'd sure be pleased to...

- Rowdy.
- Huh?

Mrs. Hastings and I have some business.
We're in a hurry.

Oh, yeah, well, I was thinking, Clay.

It isn't fair of me to leave you
in the lurch like this.

I'll stay with you till the job's finished.

Aren't you working for Mr. Favor anymore?

Oh, yeah, yeah, I just took the day off
to help out my old friend Clay here.

- Right, Clay?
- That's right.

It was after the war.

Things weren't going very well.

We didn't have enough money
to pay the taxes.

The collector came out
with a foreclosure notice,

and my husband got
into an argument with him.

There was a fight, and he was shot.

What a shame.

It's a wonder you were able
to keep hold of the property.

I felt I had to for his sake.

I... managed to find a way to raise money.

I've done pretty well.

Must've been difficult sometimes, though.

Still is, occasionally,

but this is his land,

and I won't give it up.

Besides, it would be like selling
the happiest years of my life.

They must've been very few since there are
so many good years ahead of you.

Mr. Forrester, I begin to understand
why you were made a census taker.

You could charm information
out of a stone.

Fortunately,
I'm not questioning one right now.

Don't you think we should get on
with your work?

I'm just about finished.

All I have to do is verify
the boundaries of your property.

No sooner said than done.

Whoa!

The western line runs north over those hills,

and down that ridge to the south and east.

I see.

- Hey, I hate to interrupt, Clay.
- Huh?

Oh, yeah. No, that's all right, Rowdy.
What is it?

They don't look too friendly out there.

Don't worry. That's just my foreman
and some of the hands.

I'd be less worried
if it was the James boys.

You all right, Mrs. Hastings?

This is Marshal Forrester.

He's taking the census.
I've been showing him around.

But I won't take
any more of your time, ma'am.

Thank you for your trouble
and your courtesy.

You're very welcome.

Please feel free to visit the ranch anytime.

I'll make a point of it.

Good day, Mrs. Hastings.

Gentlemen.

You never gave us the high-sign.

Wasn't any need to.

Forrester is quite satisfied.
He won't bother us again.

I still don't like the idea
of bringing him out here.

He's a Federal Marshal, Jess.

You don't keep people like that
off the property without causing trouble.

You don't invite them
to snoop around, either.

Oh, yes, you do...

if you want to make sure
that they only see what you want them to.

Well, what do you think, Rowdy?

I think I had myself
a long ride for nothing.

Well, you asked to come along.

Yeah, I suppose I did.

Now, seriously, how does
this place stack up to you?

Just another ranch.

Only a couple hundred head of cattle?

How does she make it pay?

I don't know, unless she keeps
the rest of her beeves down in the flats.

Flats?

Yeah, that's a couple miles past
where we stopped just now.

But she said that her boundaries
ended there.

Yeah, she did, but not Cain.

He was... He stopped me and Pete
there yesterday.

Oh.

Come to think of it,
there wasn't any beeves there, either.

- Then that's where it is.
- Where what is?

Look, stop stalling, Clay.
When do we get our money?

You really ain't such a bad fella.

It's just that you've got to quit
this running-around-in-circles type stuff

and the census taking

and get yourself a good, decent job.

I'll do that some day.

Here, have another drink.

Oh, no, I'll get drunk.

With just a couple of drinks?

Here, come on.

You're probably just tired.

Why don't you stretch out a bit.

Hey that's a real good idea.

Now, look, what I'm telling you is that...

see, Mr. Favor, he offered you this job,

and all you gotta do is take it.

I'm sure the of-offer is still open.

That's good to know.

Yeah, you could do a lot worse

than working for the Gil Favor outfit.

Good boss, good crew.

Excellent ramrod.

Good...

Oh, God.

Hey, where you going?

Oh, down to the telegraph office,

see if that money order's in yet.

Now, you just stay put.

Don't move till I come back, you hear?

Mm, never happen.

Pardon, Se?or Boss,

Se?or Forrester just rode in.

It better be with the money he owes us.

Evening, Clay.

You come to do the tally tonight?

No, as a matter of fact,
I think we can forget about it.

This is between friends.
I'll take your word for it.

What you mean is you don't need Rowdy
and Wishbone and Pete anymore, huh?

No, as a matter of fact, I don't.

They finished up this afternoon.

Then where's our money?

I gave it to Rowdy. Ask him.

Well, he's not here yet.

No? Well, he left town
a couple of hours ago.

Then he should've been back by now.

No, he said he was headed
right back unless...

Unless what?

Well, he was pretty riled up about that
foreman out at the Hastings ranch,

said he was fed up with the way
Cain was pushing him around.

Uh, he might've...
No, he wouldn't be that loco.

He might've what?

Well, he talked mighty big
about settling with Cain once and for all.

I tried to cool him off,
but you know that temper of his.

And you think
he went to the Hastings ranch?

You said he wasn't here.
Where else would he go?

I don't know,

but I think you're pulling
another one of your fast ones.

What?

When you really stop to think about it,
it don't make much sense

that you'd go to all the trouble
blackmailing me

just to have them help you
count the census.

Well, I thought I might need protection.

Since when does
a census taker need protection,

or is this just
another one of your little angles?

Well, I... I...

Look, we've put up with you
and your little games because we like you,

but if anything has happened to Rowdy...

All right, all right, take it easy.

I'll give it to you straight.

This is the little personal angle.

Outlaws.

Yeah, on Hastings' Ranch,

in a hideout near the flats,

and I think I have a pretty good idea
where they are now.

Have you told Mrs. Hastings about this?

Told her?

She's the one who set it up,

for them and for anybody else
who will pay her price.

What kind of a fairy tale is that?

I'm giving it to you straight.

Friend of mine told me
about it a couple months ago...

former tenant, you might say.

He tipped me off
in case I might need to hole up.

So you fooled us
into doing your dirty work.

I couldn't do it alone, Wishbone.
I would've given you your cut.

Well, Rowdy isn't getting any healthier.

So you figure
he's out at the Hastings Ranch?

He was mad enough to.

All right, Wishbone, get Quince and Scarlet,
some of the other men.

All right, but when we get back,

you better find some place to hide,

like maybe China.

Anything happens to Rowdy,

even that won't be far enough, boy.

So far, so good.

Cain's patrol must've missed us in the dark.

Never looked for us this far in.

Yeah, but we're running out of flats.

They must be guarding the hideout.

Probably right behind them down the road.

It'll be a tough place to take them, though.

They could spot us
before we get near enough.

You let them spot me first.

I'll keep 'em busy.

All right. Pete, Wishbone,
Scarlet, Quince, come with me.

The rest of you stay here.

Right there.

Well, you might as well shoot a man
as scare him half to death.

- What are you doing here?
- Just looking around.

This is all private range.

I know, but I'm the census taker.

Didn't Mrs. Hastings tell you about me?

She sure did.

There's a house back there, all right.
That's where they've got Rowdy.

Pete, Clay and I are going in.

You stay here with the rest.

Why don't we all go in?

Still too much chance of being spotted.

We've got to find Rowdy
before the shooting starts.

But there aren't any guards left.

I think we ought to rush them.

You've been doing too much thinking
for one night. Let's go.

It's a clear shot from here to that door.

We could be inside
before they knew what hit them.

Nothing doing. We find Rowdy first.

But... maybe Rowdy isn't even here.

You said he would be.

Well, uh, maybe I made a mistake.

Maybe he's back at the ranch-house.

Maybe this is all just another trick.

We're wasting time, Favor.
Let's get in there and nail them.

That's all you're concerned about,
ain't it?

Just to pick them up
and then collect that reward

and let Rowdy go hang.

No. Rowdy's nowhere around. I...

What?

I couldn't stick his neck out like this.

I left him at the hotel.

But I needed your help
to back my play here.

So help me, Clay...

Come on, Favor,
there's $15,000 in there.

I don't want any part of it.

And when we're out of here,
believe me I'm going to break your...

I'm sorry, but we're headed
in different directions.

Wait.

Real still, all of you.

That's right. Just sit quiet.

Keep your hands flat on the table.

That's right.

I want a real good look at you.

I've never seen $15,000 on the hoof before.

And what's Mr. Yates worth?

At least as much, I should think.

Put the gun down.

Believe me, the idea of shooting a woman
doesn't bother me a bit.

Perhaps not, but I think
the idea of losing his friend

would bother Mr. Favor a great deal.

We seem to be at a stalemate.

Not as far as I'm concerned.

Favor and his men are outside.
You don't have a chance.

Neither does Mr. Yates.

How'd you get him?

My foreman thought it would be
a good idea to question him

and find out what you were really doing.

It seems that you've given us
your answer personally.

All I have to do is walk outside
and a dozen guns'll rip this place apart.

Got an answer for that,
Mrs. Hastings?

Maybe you'll walk outside,
but Mr. Yates will be carried out.

- You're bluffing.
- So are you.

It's a big pot, Mr. Forrester...

$15,000 against a man's life.

Now who's going to win?

What's going on?

Rowdy ain't here.

Clay pulled another one of his angles.

He was just trying to get us to help him
round up those outlaws.

I knew it. I knew I smelled a rat.

- Did he go in there alone?
- Hmm.

We're wasting time, Mr. Forrester.

All right, I'll make a deal with you.

Good.

Two of them for Rowdy.

All of them.

All of them?

With an hour's head start.

- Favor!
- Yeah?

Three men are coming out.
Let them through.

What's going on?

Never mind. Just let them through!

Whatever you say.

Pete, get back and tell the men.

What kind of a stunt
do you think he's pulling now?

All right. It's clear.

Get out of here and get
as far away as you can.

Well, since we have to wait anyway,
shall we sit down and be comfortable?

Get Rowdy out here.

All right, Jess, bring him out.

Sure took your time getting that money.

I'm sorry, Rowdy.

Yeah, it's all right.
$15,000 is a big day's wages.

They're on their way.

One hour, remember.

All right, Jess, you can
put the gun away now.

Oh, I'm sorry you're not gonna
collect that bounty money,

but really, being a census taker
is a much more respectable profession.

And so is being a lady rancher.

After living here, you're going
to find it a little cramped in prison.

Oh, but the evidence is gone,
so it's only your word against mine,

and I'm highly respected
in the community.

Clay.

No trouble, Mr. Forrester. I warn you.

Clay.

- Oh, hello, uh, there.
- But you said...

A little angle I didn't figure on, Wishbone.

So help me, Clay...

Lay off of him, boss.
He's just been kind of wiped out.

They've been bushwhacked.

You lied.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Hastings.

I prefer you try the accommodations
at the prison.

Watch it. They may be coming back

Se?or Favor, Pete, Wishbone, you are here.

It's Hey Soos.

Hey Soos, what are you doing here?

- I bring the sheriff.
- The sheriff?

Everybody all right?

Yeah, sure, but what about those men?
Did you get them?

Cold. Two dead, the other surrendered.

Your drover here told me
that you had gone after the outlaws,

so I just got a posse,
and they run right into us.

But how did you know
they were in the Flats?

Se?or Wishbone and Se?or Pete tell me,
just before you leave the camp.

I figured we needed a real sheriff more
than any nose-countin' federal marshal.

Yeah, there's almost $15,000 reward
on those three fellas.

That's more money
than I've made in my whole life.

And you know something?

I'm gonna share it with you,
young fella, for helping me get 'em.

But Se?or Wishbone and Se?or Pete,
they help too.

- Ahh.
- Then they deserve a share.

- Aw... come on...
- Keep counting, census boy.

Ha ha ha!

How's he doing?

Oh, pretty good.
So far, he's got 1,424.

He don't count very fast, do he?

I can't imagine why anybody
ever made him a census taker.

Maybe he'd make a better drover, hmm?
How about it, Clay?

I'd like to, Mr. Favor,

but, uh, I've got this census job now.
I've got to finish it.

Still gonna look for angles, huh?

If one comes along.

But honestly, I will look you up,

say, uh, around Red River Station.

It's a deal.

Uh, don't spend all that
bounty money in one place.

All right.

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

Count 'em out, ride 'em in,
ride 'em in, let 'em out

Count 'em out, ride 'em in

Rawhide

Rollin', rollin', rollin'

Rollin', rollin', rollin'

- Hyahl
- Rollin' rollin', rollin'

Hyahl

Rawhide

- Hyahl
- Rollin', rollin', rollin'

Hyahl