Rawhide (1959–1965): Season 4, Episode 17 - The Boss's Daughters - full transcript

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'

- Rollin', rollin', rollin'
- Hyahl

I don't understand,
Mr. Wishbone.

I thought we were on the Chisholm Trail.

We are.

But how can anybody close it off?

That's what I'd blame well like to know.

I told you there's nothin' I can do about it.
They won't let us through.



Well, somethin' better give,
and mighty quick.

The beeves are startin' to bunch up,

and they'll be steppin'
all over each other pretty soon.

Well, don't just sit there
and grouse about it.

Go back there cut 'em into bunches

and move 'em back about a half a mile.

After we sweated
all mornin' snaking them through here?

You're gonna sweat a lot more
if they start getting into your lap.

Now, move out.

Pete?

Listen, don't you start jumping on me.

I just wanna ask you one simple question.

- What is it?
- Why?

That's why, Wishbone.

That sheriff is trying to cut us off.

Well, I can see that myself.

Where does he get the right?
This is still the Chisholm, ain't it?

It goes through a private range here.

It always has.
All the other herds go through.

All I know is he's got some
kind of a court order

and enough men to back it up.

I'm just about ready to test him on it.

Now simmer down.

If there's gonna be any kind of fracas,
let he boss figure where he wants it.

It's about time he got here.

Now, Pete, why'd you hold up the herd?

I'm not holding up the herd.
That sheriff over there stopped us.

Howdy, Sheriff.

My name's Favor.
I'm boss of this outfit.

What's the trouble?

No trouble yet, Mr. Favor,

and I hope there won't be any.

My scout tells me you're stopping us.
Why?

Private range from here on.

Belongs to the Caldwell ranch.

Looks like you drovers are going to have
to find another way.

There ain't no other way

unless we backtrack across the desert.

I've got a court order.
It's my job to see it's carried out.

Right now? This minute?

Can't it wait?
We can get through by tomorrow morning.

I'll keep the herd moving all night.

Can't help you.

Who can, then?

I suppose you could talk to Paul Maxon.

He's Caldwell's lawyer.

He's the one got out the order.

Where do I find him?

In town, due east, about a half hour's ride.

Be there and back by then.

Seems we've run into a statute.

What statute?

County says if private land
is used as a thoroughfare

for more than five years,

it's declared public property.

Chance that might happen
to Caldwell's ranch if we went through.

You mean the five years are up today?

The lawyer didn't know for sure,

but it's too close to the limit
to take a chance.

Just have to wait for Caldwell to show up.

He'll know exactly
when to close down the ranch.

Wait how long?

We can't keep that herd bottled up
in that valley.

There's not enough graze
and not enough water for one good spit.

I don't like it any more than you,

but unless you want to trade shots
with the sheriff and his boys,

just take it one step at a time.

Listen, while I was waiting for you,
I went over and got the mail.

There's a letter here
for you from Philadelphia.

- Hmm.
- Missed us a couple of towns back,

so they forwarded it on up here.

From Eleanor.

Oh, no.

What is it?

Eleanor's bringing the girls out...
my daughters.

Gillian and Maggi come out here?

Yeah. "The girls have been
most anxious to see you

"and now would be
the best time to take advantage

"of your invitation to travel

"with the herd for a few days.

"Unless I hear from you to the contrary,

"we will plan to arrive in Masefield

on the 28th"

What's today's date?

The 27th... No, it's the 28th.

Be coming in today...

of all the ridiculous times.

Gillian, look! A buffalo! A buffalo!

Maggi, please. Gillian's trying to sleep.

- What buffalo?
- There.

Doesn't look like a buffalo to me.

How would you know?

Was that a buffalo, Aunt Eleanor?

I didn't see it, dear.

That was a buffalo.
Wasn't it, Mr. Caldwell?

That is a buffalo, isn't it?
Tell them, Mr. Caldwell.

No. No, I'm afraid not.

There are no buffalos around here.

That was just an ordinary maverick.

- See?
- Well, what's a maverick?

A maverick is a steer with no brand.

That means it doesn't belong to anyone,

so it just drifts for itself.

How do you know so much about it?

You don't live out here, do you?

Yes, I do.

I own a ranch.

A ranch?

With horses and cowboys?

Have you ever seen any Indians
or shot any rustlers?

I gather this is your first trip out west.

We're from Philadelphia.

We're coming out to see our daddy.

He's a trail boss.

I know you'll have
a wonderful time out there,

you and your...

Oh, I'm the girls' aunt.

Yes, girls, your aunt.

Mommy died when Maggi was a baby,

so Aunt Eleanor
has been taking care of us for Daddy.

He's going to have a ranch, too, some day.
He promised.

And we're going to have our own ponies.

And I'm going to have a horse.

I'm sure he'll be happy
to give each of you whatever you want.

Well, right now we'd be satisfied
if he's found us a nice place to sleep.

I'm just wondering if Maggi and Gillian
will remember me.

Oh, sure. You and Wish made
quite a hit back in Philadelphia.

That ought to be a real picnic for them,

going along with the drive like that,

that is if we don't have to backtrack
through that desert.

If we do, it's going to be
rough enough on us,

and the sight of beeves
dropping dead in their tracks

won't be too pretty for two little girls.

Leave the worrying to me.

Are you meeting him on the trail?

Yes, a town called Masefield.

Masefield.
That's where I live... Masefield.

Oh, really?

That's quite a coincidence.

I'd say it's a very fortunate one.

Now you can visit my ranch.

We can?

That's very kind of you, but I really...

Please, Aunt Eleanor?

Well, Gillian, we don't know
what your father's plans are yet.

No, of course not,

but I can tell you from experience

that cattle drives rarely move on schedule,

so if he's not there,

will you consider my invitation?

I'd be very happy to, Mr. Caldwell.

Come on now...

Come on, take it!

Looks like some men never grow up.

Keep them out on a trail for a month,

then turn 'em loose in town,

and they think they're real tigers.

I want it.

That's mine. Give it to me.

Why you little she-cat, you bit me.

Now that's going a little too far.

Hey, Pete.

Did you get your hand hurt?

None of your business.

My mama used to say,
"When you get hurt,

"you ought to get your mind off of it

by getting hurt somewhere else. "

- What?
- Like here!

Look, Aunt Eleanor, a fight.

It's not much like Philadelphia, I'm afraid.

Out here we settle our differences
quickly and directly.

And crudely.

Come, girls,
we have to look for your father.

There he is! Daddy!

Maggi! Gillian!

Hey, good to see you.

Hey, let me look at you.

My, you've grown
like I wouldn't recognize you.

We can stay with you a whole week, Daddy.

Even longer if you'll let us.

Forever, by me.

I'll see about your luggage.

- Hello, Gil.
- Eleanor, good to see you.

I can't thank you enough
for bringing the girls out.

If I hadn't, I think they would've come
by themselves.

You, uh, were expecting us.

Of course.
We've been waiting around for you.

But you've been keeping busy.

Oh.

Um, well, it was
a little difference of opinion.

Well, we'd better get you settled.

Pete.

Friend of yours?

Yeah, sure, you remember Pete Nolan.

- Pete!
- Oh, my gosh.

Hello, Miss Bradley.
I'm glad to see you again.

Who are these beautiful young ladies?

Gosh, Mr. Nolan, you're a sight.

Did you get licked?

No, we whipped them pretty good.

Daddy, too?

Yeah, him most especially.

It's been a long trip, Gil,
and the girls are very tired.

You have a place for us to stay tonight?

Sure, we've got a couple of rooms
over at the hotel.

You can rest up there tonight.

Tomorrow you can come out to the herd.

Miss Bradley,
your luggage has been unloaded,

so I'll say goodbye.

Goodbye.

And thank you.

You've been most kind.

It was my pleasure,

and the invitation still holds.

Goodbye, girls. Have a good time.

- We will.
- Goodbye, Mr. Caldwell.

What did you say his name was, Gillian?

Mr. Caldwell.

He owns a ranch,

and he promised
we could come and ride his horses.

He's awfully nice.

- You think that's the same fellow?
- It must be.

Gil, I'm really awfully tired.
Couldn't we get...

Pete, would you get them settled
over at the hotel for me?

- But, Gil...
- I'm sorry, Eleanor.

This is very important.

I've got to talk to Mr. Caldwell.
Girls...

Isn't Daddy coming with us?

Oh, he'll be along in a couple of minutes.

Through all these months,

I should think his children
would be important to him, too.

Mr. Caldwell.

Mr. Caldwell, just a minute, please.

I'm sorry to bother you.

You don't know me, but my name is Favor.

No, you're wrong.

I feel that I know you quite well.

You were an invisible passenger
on our trip out here.

Huh?

Your daughters...
they couldn't stop talking about you.

Now, as I understand it,

you're not only the best shot
and the best rider,

but you're the best trail boss

of the biggest herd that's traveled
the farthest...

Yeah, well, they...
they get a little carried away sometimes.

They were delightful.

I'm sure you're very proud of them.

Sure am.

Look, Mr. Caldwell,

I wanted to talk to you about my herd.

Now?

Yeah, you see, I've got them
in a valley just south of your ranch.

There seems to be a big problem
about getting them through.

Wait a minute. Favor, you see,
you don't seem to understand.

I just arrived.
I've been away for five years,

so I couldn't know anything
about any kind of a problem.

Well, I'll explain it to you.

Seems to me you have something
a lot more important to do right now.

Your daughters are here, remember?

Yeah, I know.

Then I suggest you explain
to them why you're not with them.

Bye.

Maggi was teasing me about sleeping.

You should be asleep yourself.

- Good night, dear.
- Good night.

- Aunt Eleanor?
- Yes, dear.

It was important for Daddy to talk
to Mr. Caldwell, wasn't it?

I'm sure it was.

Now, go to sleep, dear.

You'll see him first thing in the morning.

- Yes.
- It's Gil.

Sorry I took so long.
I wanted to get cleaned up.

I got a new shirt.

Very thoughtful of you,
but rather unnecessary, don't you think?

The girls already saw you
in your natural state.

Yeah.

They asleep already?

They were very tired.

Gillian may still be awake.

I want you to know how much I appreciate
you bringing them out, Eleanor.

It must've been a difficult trip

traveling alone with two children.

Not nearly as difficult as our arrival.

Honestly, Gil, to meet your own daughters
looking like that.

Look, Eleanor...

I told you.

I understand things are different out here,

but are decency and ordinary
civilized behavior that unusual?

Of course not.

Look at you, coming to see
two little girls with a gun.

I can't explain
a whole new way of life now.

Afraid you'll just have to take
some things the way they are.

Obviously.

Eleanor, when I left you in Philadelphia,
I thought we understood each other.

Our ways may be different sometimes,

but we certainly want what is best
for Gillian and Maggi.

Don't we?

Yes, of course we do.

All right then,
let's start from scratch again.

I promise you, I'll show you and the girls
the best time you ever had.

Don't worry about me.

Just make sure the girls enjoy themselves.

I'll make it up to them.

I'll pick you up first thing in the morning,
all right?

All right.

Good night, Eleanor.

Good night.

Se?or Favor,

I just think of something.

Suppose your sister-in-law,
she does not ride?

We can always get a rig at the livery stable.

Looking for somebody?

Yeah, Miss Bradley and my daughters.
They're expecting me.

Don't see how they could be.

They ain't here.

What?

Left about a half hour ago.

Where'd they go?

I don't know.

When Mr. Caldwell came by in his buggy,

they just climbed on and off they went.

Caldwell.

Yeah, that's right.

Excuse me.

It's simply beautiful, Mr. Caldwell.

I never dreamed I'd find
such a lovely home out here.

Well, it'll look even better

after we finish cleaning it up.

We?

My crew... the women and the hands.

Oh, I thought you meant your family.

No, I'm alone.

Well, I think we'd better go,
don't you?

Gil may be worried about us.

I'll right, I'll have you back
at his camp in 15 minutes.

Aunt Eleanor, look at us.

Don't worry. They're very gentle.

Isn't this fun?
How do we look, Aunt Eleanor?

You look just fine,
but you've better get down now, dear.

- We're ready to leave.
- No. The horses are theirs

for as long as they care to keep them.

They are?

Really and truly?

I can't let you do that.

Please, it's my pleasure.

But you've done so much.

Please, Aunt Eleanor.

We won't hurt them.

- Well, all right.
- Good.

Girls, now, you follow right behind us.

All right.

Wait till Daddy sees us.
Won't he be surprised.

We bring the horses for nothing, I think.

Yeah. Come on.

- Hi, Daddy.
- Hi, Daddy.

- Hi, girls.
- Good morning, Gil.

- Eleanor. Mr. Caldwell.
- Favor.

I'm sorry I missed you at the hotel,

but I figured you'd be wanting
to sleep in late.

Oh, the girls were up at the crack of dawn.

I just happened to be passing by,

and when I saw them waiting,

I offered to drive them out.

I hope you don't mind.

Of course not.

Look, Daddy,
I haven't forgotten how to ride.

Mr. Caldwell gave us these horses
for our very own.

That was very nice of him,

but I brought you a couple from the remuda.

Girls, I tell you what you do.

You stay on those
until you get to your father's camp,

and then you ride his.

Come on, Maggi.

I'll drive Miss Bradley in for you.

You're camped in the valley, right?

That's right.

All right.

His horses maybe are prettier,

but these ponies are better, I bet.

V?manos, caballos.

You call these clean?

I washed everything three times,
Mr. Wishbone.

I told you to polish them.

I want to be able to see my face in there.

You do?

No remarks, now.

Take these. Polish them.
Use sand and elbow grease.

Yes, sir.

Here they come.

There, now, just a dern minute there.

Just a minute.

- Hold on.
- What's the matter with you?

We want to see the boss' kid.

You can see them just as soon as I see
you're fit and proper.

These are young ladies you're meeting.

Now, let me take a look at you.

- Can't you even shave?
- I did shave.

Looks like you did it with an old axe.

Now, tuck that shirttail in.

Haven't you got a clean pair of pants?

I just got off watch.

All right, go on.

Hey, now!

Not like horses. Like gentlemen.

Beef on the hoof...

not as appetizing as on a platter.

Pew.

Howdy, Miss Bradley.
We sure been looking forward to this.

It's good to see you again, Wishbone.

- This is Mr. Caldwell.
- Gillian, Miss Maggi, remember me?

Sure. Hello, Mr. Wishbone.

Which is Mr. Quince and Mushy?

Bet I can tell.

That's Mr. Quince.

He's just the way you described him...

with a mustache.

You're sure right, Miss Maggi.

And I bet I know which one is Mushy.
That's him.

Oh, and I'd have knowed you anywhere,
Miss Favor.

Let me take... Let me take your horse.

You all right, Eleanor?

It's the dust.

I'll get you some water.

Thank you.

It might be a little cooler for you

underneath the trees over there
by the chuckwagon.

Mr. Favor, would you mind
if I made a suggestion?

Go ahead.

The heat and the dust being
what they are today,

it might be a little uncomfortable
for a woman.

Would you mind if I took Miss Bradley
into town for lunch?

Well, that's up to Eleanor.

Would you mind terribly, Gill?

After all, this is for the children,

and you should spend some time
alone with them.

Sure, whatever you like.

Come on, Daddy. Show us the cows.

Beeves, Maggi.

Don't you remember
what Mr. Caldwell taught us?

Oh, yes, beeves,

and I want to see a maverick, too.

Say, you're beginning to sound
like a couple of drovers already.

Mr. Caldwell's been teaching us.

Oh, yeah.

You better go along with Pete now.

I'll be with you in a minute.

All right. Come on, Pete.

I'll see you later, girls.
I'm going into town with Mr. Caldwell.

Oh. Are you taking the horses with you?

- Well, uh...
- Look, there's no sense in that.

Seem to suit you fine.

If Mr. Caldwell wants you to have them,
fine by me.

Thank you, Daddy.

Come on, Gillian.
I want to see a maverick.

I'll have them
back at the hotel before sundown.

No, you bring them to the ranch.

Miss Bradley accepted
my invitation for dinner,

and I'd like you to be there, too.

Well, I've got a little work
to do around here.

Please, Gil.

All right.

- There's just one thing, now, Mr. Caldwell...
- I know.

I'm going to talk to my attorney
about that right away.

We'll see what we can do.

- Good. Thanks.
- I'll let you know tonight.

Bye.

Since when does anybody
wear his hat to the table?

Since when does anybody eat at a table?

Lunch is served, ladies.

Lunch? What is it, Mr. Wishbone?

This one is a Mulligan stew.

I wouldn't have made this just for anybody.

Thank you very much, Mr. Wishbone.

How's that bread, Mushy?

All right. There's enough for everybody,
now.

Go on, Maggi. Eat.

You first.

Something wrong, Maggi?

No, Daddy.

Now, isn't that just
about the best stew you ever ate?

It certainly is.

What's the matter with her?

Uh, a bone must've stuck in her throat.

There isn't any bone in stew.

I'm afraid the girls
aren't very hungry, Wish.

That's right, Daddy,

but your stew is very delicious,
Mr. Wishbone.

Say, it's about time
I got you back to your aunt anyway.

Yes, Daddy.

Fine. Thank you very much
for your hospitality.

Thank you, Mr. Wishbone.

- Bye.
- Goodbye...

My stew taste any different
than it always does?

Nope. Worse luck.

I guess the trouble is cattle ride
must seem a lot nicer

all the way from Philadelphia
than it does really being here.

Feeling better?

Much.

Tell me, is the heat always like that?

Not always.

I'm glad it was today, though.

I wanted to talk to you alone,
without the girls.

You love them very much, don't you?

You can't imagine how much.

I think I can.

I feel very close to you, Miss Eleanor.

I didn't know
that I could feel this way again.

Well, now, there are
some things I want you to know...

about me.

The ranch, the house, everything...

I didn't build them for myself.

I had a wife and a daughter.

Had?

Yes, the portrait in the living room

was my wife.

You see, they didn't want to come out here.

I insisted,

and in the year of the cholera...

they... they died,

both of them,

Isabelle, Susan.

Surely you can't blame yourself for that.

I don't anymore.

At first I drank too much,

I ignored my responsibilities,

I let the ranch go to pieces,

and I stayed away from the living,

but that was five years ago.

Now you're back
and ready to start over again.

Well, I thought I was.
That's why I came here.

It's still not right, though.

That house is empty.

I realized that this morning
when you were there

with the girls.

We could give them a very happy home.

I could make you very happy.

I need time to think.

You'll be here a week.

Think about it.

There's so many problems.

Why so many?

Three very important ones...

the girls and Gil.

- They have to...
- You can keep the girls with you.

I never thought of it any other way.

They do seem very fond of you.

I hope so.

I'd like to adopt them.

Gil would never agree to that.

I...

Suppose I talk to him.

You see, there's so many advantages.

I'm sure I could make them see that.

You're an amazing man, Vance.

I...

I almost think you might.

Gosh, this yarn is so beautiful,
but it's so old.

Let me see.

Hmm, I'm afraid the moths have gotten to it.

I'm almost finished anyhow.

Well, don't worry about it.

I'll buy you all the yarn you want, Susan.

I'm sorry. I mean Maggi.

I... I don't know why...

Maybe you knew some other girl...

Maggi, Gillian,
I think it's time to leave now.

- Oh, just one more minute.
- I don't want to...

Girls, come on now.

Get your things together.
They're scattered all over the house.

I'll have my man bring the buggy around.

Strange man.

I think he's rather interesting.

The way he keeps looking at that picture

and at my children.

It gives me the creeps.

It's only natural, re-opening the house,

that he should be reminded of his family.

It's sad, Gil,
but it's certainly not sinister.

The buggy'll be here in a minute.

I'd better see if the girls are ready.

- Good night, Gil.
- Good night, Eleanor.

Nightcap?

No. No, thanks.

You ready to talk?

Yes, I'm ready.

Well, are you going to let me
take my herd through your ranch?

I can't, not for two weeks.

Two weeks?

You think we can keep those beeves
penned up in that valley for two weeks?

I'm sorry,
but when there are people involved,

it's difficult to think of beeves.

I can't risk losing this ranch.

What people involved?

Aren't you maybe talking about somebody who's
been dead a number of years?

Favor, I don't believe
you're really a cruel man,

only a very worried one.

I'm sure that you can give
another man credit

for having the same sense
of fairness and decency

that you must have,

so you'll be able to understand

when I tell you
that I'm concerned about this ranch

for the sake of
Eleanor and Maggi and Gillian.

They're my concern.

No, they're not.

I'm going to marry Eleanor.

You've asked her?

You seem surprised.

You must've known that somebody
would some day.

You didn't expect her to devote her
entire life to nothing but your children.

She has a right to a life of her own,
you know.

Oh, I've never stood in her way,
neither will my children.

Not intentionally.

But you know how much
Eleanor loves those girls,

and she won't marry me
if it means losing them.

Well, that's... that's something
you'll have to work out for yourself.

I already have.

I intend to adopt the children.

Adopt?

Gillian? Maggi?

Is that thought really so shocking to you,
Mr. Favor?

Well, they ain't exactly orphans.
They do have a father.

And what kind of a father?

A stranger they see
for a few days once a year,

a man who comes into their lives

just long enough to disrupt them

and then vanishes again,

leaving them mixed up about their feelings,

confused about who they are

and where they belong.

They know I'm working
for them so we can be together,

so it won't be just visits once a year.

How long has it been that way?

Drovers are like sailors.
There's always one last voyage.

You'll never give up the trail.

You wouldn't know how to live any other way.

I do.

I like being in one place, here.

I've had a family,

so I know how to be a father,

not for a few days, once a year,

but every day, all year round,

full time.

Now, ask yourself,

do you really believe that you could be
that kind of a father to them?

There's many ways to being a father.

How, by some accident of birth,

that gives you a prior claim?

How does that compare
to what I want to give them...

a mother, a father, a home,

the things that make a family.

All right, all right, I get the idea.

Granted it would be hard to take them
away from Eleanor,

and granted you do have
more to offer them than I do.

Every bit of logic and reason

says that they should be with you.

I know you'd want what's best for them.

Girls? Where are you?

Come on, Gillian.

You know what she'll do
if she catches us listening.

It's not going to be much different, Favor.

You go on with the drive.

Eleanor stays here with the children

instead of going back to Philadelphia.

You'll still see them as often
as you ever did,

maybe more since you won't be
so far away now.

Favor, it's not going to be as if you were
losing them altogether.

But logic and reason
ain't got nothing to do with it.

There's a big difference
between thinking and feeling.

No, I'm not going to lose them at all.

I didn't say you could adopt them.

I just said it was more sensible.

I didn't say it was right,
and I didn't agree to it.

- Favor, listen...
- Look, they're my daughters.

They belong with me.

Good night, Mr. Caldwell.

Now, just a minute, Favor!

What are you going to do?

You don't give me much choice.

I'll just have to backtrack
through the desert.

- You'll lose your herd.
- I'll have to take that chance.

I'll give you a better chance...

permission to go through my range.

I thought you said it couldn't be done,

that you'd have to wait and be sure.

I can get around that.

Then maybe you could've gotten
around it all the time.

Probably.

You're not just "giving" me this chance.

An exchange, Favor.

Oh, no, I wouldn't even bother to say it
if I were you.

An exchange, Favor.

You can save your herd,
your life savings, everything

if you'll step out of the way
and let me adopt Maggi and Gillian.

When I first met you,
I didn't much like you one way or the other,

but I did respect your right
to want to hang on to your property.

Not anymore.

I'm coming through on the Chisholm Trail.

It crosses my property.

That's your problem.

I'll have to stop you.

Then you better make sure
you've got enough men to do it.

Nobody asks us what we want to do.

Nobody bothers to talk things over with us.

They just go ahead and do things
as if we didn't matter.

Do you think if we told them.

I mean, if we talked to them?

You know how grownups are.

They'll say "There's nothing wrong,
and there's nothing to talk about. "

Then they'll go ahead and do
whatever they want to do.

Mr. Caldwell does have a big ranch.

Uh-huh.

And he did give us the horses.

Uh-huh.

But Daddy's Daddy.

I never thought he'd want to give us up.

We still have Aunt Eleanor.

She's going to marry Mr. Caldwell.

I don't want to be adopted.

Neither do I.

Well, who will take care of us, then?

Don't worry, Maggi.
I've got it all figured out.

You have?

Mr. Wishbone... we'll live with him.

Mr. Wishbone.
That's a wonderful idea, Gillian.

That'll show them.

Show them what?

Get out the cutters.

No sign of Caldwell's men.

Look up there.

I wish they'd have built this fence
in the shade a little more.

Sun botherin' you?

No. Just don't like being out here
in the open like this.

Look out.
There's some more of them over there.

Bring up the boys, Quince.

All set.

Get cuttin', Pete.

Scarlett and the men will push the herd hard
as soon as we make our move.

As soon as Pete's finished.

You know, I still don't see Caldwell.

He's only got a dozen men out there.

What is he trying to do, scare us?

Maybe.

There he is up on the hill.

Time to move out.

Well, he's going to try to stop us.

We're going through, Pete.

Now, just keep riding along, girls,
and don't pay them any mind.

You said you were taking us
to your cousin's house.

You sure this is the right way?

Well, I said I was going to take you home,

and I sure hope
this is going to be the right way.

Now, come on.

Wishbone must have lost his mind.

Keep the men back.

What are you doing out there, Wish?

I'm just taking the little girls for a ride.

Ain't you got eyes in your head?

Last time I looked, I had.

Why don't you use them?

Oh, lots of people out for a ride today.

You love your children, don't you, Favor?

Almost as much as your herd.

You love your children so much,
you'd risk their lives

trying to save some cattle.

- Now, just a minute, Mist...
- Daddy didn't know anything about it.

Mr. Wishbone brought us here.

When you knew what was going to happen?

I knew you two were ready to cut
each others' throats,

but I figured you'd stop
for the little girls.

At least ways I hoped you would.

- Gillian.
- Maggi.

Why did you run away?
I thought I'd never see you again.

Gosh, Aunt Eleanor, we left you a note.

They left me a note.

"Dear Aunt Eleanor, we're running away.

Thanks for everything. "

Well, you always said we should be polite.

So you were politely running away.

No, we weren't.

We had a... a...

What did we have, Gillian?

- A problem.
- That's what we had.

We wanted to talk it over with Mr. Wishbone.

Why didn't you come to me?

We didn't want to interfere
with your matrimony.

I thought you liked Mr. Caldwell.

He has a very nice ranch.

It's got very nice horses.

But he's an adopter.

No, Gillian...

I just wanted you to be my children.

We're Daddy's children, thank you.

I know... No, you don't understand.

You liked it at my house, didn't you?

They liked it there, didn't they?

It seems the children are more important
to you than I am, Vance.

That's not true.

I thought you were willing
to adopt them for my sake,

but that isn't so, is it?

You don't have to spare my feelings.

Please be honest with me.

I never meant to be anything else,

and you have to believe that.

I thought the past was dead.

I thought I was starting a new life...

a new love.

So if I lied to you,
I lied to myself as well,

in trying to make myself believe

that you were Isabelle,

Maggi was Susan,

and that everything could be
the way it used to be.

It can't.

Forgive me.

Don't worry. There isn't going to be
any fighting, Gillian.

We'll backtrack through the desert.

But, Gil, you'll lose part of your herd,
won't you?

Yeah, but I intend to keep all of my girls.

Bet you could've licked him, though.

Who ever heard of a cowboy washing dishes?

You're not a cowboy, Maggi.

We're supposed to be having fun.

You like to eat off clean dishes?

Then wash them.

Excuse me, ma'am.

Yes, Mushy?

Won't all that water ruin the dishes?

- Ladies.
- Hi.

Eleanor, I made arrangements

for the girls and you to take
the stagecoach north.

We're going with the herd, Gil.

I'm afraid that isn't possible.

We're going through the desert,

It'll be hot and dusty and...

But not dirty.

Where you been, Wish?

Ain't a cook entitled to a day off?

Not until he checks
with the trail boss first.

I did that. I did just that.

Didn't I, Quince?

You sure did.

I think the desert heat's
got both of them, boss.

Yeah, except we ain't out in the desert yet.

Pete, pass the word
we'll be heading the herd south.

Ah-ah-ah, hold up. Just a minute.

Ramrod, tell the men we're heading north.

You better saddle up, men,
because we're heading due north.

I was sort of under the impression

that I was boss around here.

Well, you're wrong. I'm the boss.

You see this paper?

It's orders making me the new boss.

Papers from whom?

From the new owner of the herd,

fellow name of Caldwell.

Seems he just bought the herd for a dollar.

Now, a dollar don't seem like
a very good price for a herd.

Well, this fellow Caldwell don't aim
to stay in the cattle business.

He figures that when his herd has crossed
his property,

and therefore not making it
an open thoroughfare

and protecting his legal rights,

he's going to sell the herd back
for the same dollar.

Gil. Gil, it's his way of apologizing.

Here comes that adopter now.

Aren't you girls through yet?

We're finished, Aunt Eleanor.

Then go get your horses.

Don't you have to start up the herd
or push them or something?

Yeah, we sure do.

Quince, Pete, Scarlett, come on.
Let's head 'em up.

I hope the legal arrangements
your cook and I worked out are satisfactory.

They're more than that.

And thanks.

Don't thank me.

I'm the one should be thanking you,

all of you.

Miss Bradley.

Yes.

I'm going to be busy for a while,

cleaning up the ranch,
putting it into working order,

but when that's done,

may I call on you in Philadelphia?

I'd like that very much.

Thank you.

Hello, Maggi, Gillian.

I've decided not to adopt you.

In that case, Mr. Caldwell,

we've decide to keep your horses.

If you'll let us?

Oh, boy.

I don't see the new trail boss
around anywhere,

but I still think maybe
we ought to get going.

Good luck, Mr. Caldwell.

Thank you.

Head 'em up!

Move 'em out!

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