Rawhide (1959–1965): Season 4, Episode 22 - Hostage Child - full transcript
The drovers find a starving Tonkawa boy Arnee headed to Fort Lacey to find his sister Azuela. The starving Tonkawa are about to leave the reservation to hunt as they have eaten even their horses. She has sent Arnee food so he hopes she can help his tribe. Clay knows there are no Indians at Fort Lacey which is commanded by Col. Briscoe known as "The Butcher" because he takes no prisoners. Favor sends Rowdy to help Arnee reach the fort. At the fort Col. Briscoe is enjoying his time with his new baby and young Spanish wife. In reality she is a Tonkawa squaw, passing for white who married the Indian-hating Colonel in hopes that marriage and children would change his anti-Indian views and help her people. Upon their arrival, Arnee spots his sister claiming the Colonel's wife is his sister. Arnee reveals his people are about to leave the reservation to hunt in violation of the Colonel's orders giving him an excuse to slaughter them. Upon further questioning Azuela's true ethnic background is revealed to everyone. Azuela with the baby runs to the drovers for help to reach her people. Briscoe with a squad of men arrive looking for her. When his anger at her takes a violent turn, Azuela stabs him to death with an unexpected decision by the Army men and drovers.
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
It sure is cold.
Is that all you've got to say?
It wouldn't be so cold, Mr. Wishbone,
if we was down there.
Yeah, but do you think that idiot Forrester
would have sense enough to leave a marker
in a nice place like that?
Oh, no, sir.
Why not?
'Cause the marker's over there.
Why didn't you say so before?
You didn't ask me before.
And I never killed a cook's
louse before neither.
You don't have to start now, Mr. Wishbone.
Why not?
Well, you'd hurt my mother's feelings.
She likes me.
Why?
Come on.
Let's see if we can find some water.
Now, there's no point in both of us
covering the same ground.
- You go that way.
- Yes, sir.
I mean, no, sir. I mean,
let's cover the same ground, Mr. Wishbone.
You still think
there's somebody following us?
Well, I seen something moving
behind the chuck wagon two or three times.
Maybe it was a bear.
There are no bears on the Chisholm Trail.
Maybe one got lost.
Well, if you're that scared,
you've got a gun, haven't you?
I must be losing my mind.
Like as not, you'd shoot me
if we happened on each other unexpected.
Hello.
Was this the only place
you could find to make camp?
It's the only place there was water.
There's a spring below.
- Is it fit to drink?
- It's wet.
Go get the chuck wagon.
Well, hurry up before the crew gets here
and supper isn't ready.
But-But supposed...
Hey.
Are you all right?
I didn't know you was a kid.
Mr. Wishbone!
Mr. Wishbone, help!
Well, I guess I don't know my own strength.
But you said you missed him.
I know. But think what
would've happened if I hadn't.
He sure likes my beef soup.
You oughta see him go for my doughnuts.
Mm-hmm.
Ain't the drovers been fed yet?
Uh, well, the drovers
aren't as hungry as he is.
You maybe better get Mushy on it then?
Mushy!
Why aren't you getting supper ready
like I told you?
Like you told me when?
Like I'm telling you now.
Oh, yes, sir, Mr. Wishbone.
You speak English?
What's your name?
Arnee.
- Where you from?
- Silver River Canyon.
A reservation, ain't it?
Did you, uh, come all the way
from there on foot?
There are no horses.
We've eaten them all.
Eaten the horses?
There's nothing else.
What about buffalo?
There's buffalo around, ain't there?
Not on the reservation.
Well, uh, you're sort of off the reservation
a little ways. What the heck?
Rowdy, you better stay out of it.
Yeah, well, I mean,
everybody knows the Indians
are supposed to stay on their reservation,
but if they're starving...
Yeah, I know. I know.
Where you headed for?
Fort Lacey.
Why?
My sister's at the fort.
She will take care of me.
Well, you can't do
any more traveling today.
You better stay with us tonight.
Oh, Wishbone, it is just possible
that Mushy could use a little bit of help.
Oh, yeah.
You gotta admire that kid.
He's got guts.
Yeah, he's a pretty good liar.
There are no Indians at Fort Lacey.
The officer in command is Colonel Briscoe.
Briscoe. That sounds familiar.
Well, not many people call him colonel.
Most of them use the word "butcher. "
Butcher Briscoe. Yeah.
That sounds more than just familiar.
He's the one that kills Indians just like
someone else would kill gophers, huh?
Yeah, I heard of him during the war.
Commanded a platoon.
Supposed to be a pretty good soldier.
Only thing is, I understand somehow
his outfit never took any prisoners.
Did the boy carry any arms
when you picked him up?
No, he was carrying nothing
but an empty belly.
Rowdy, you better fix him a bed roll
for the night.
Right.
Clay, you go on ahead.
I wanna get the beef to good grass
quick as possible.
Well, don't look at me.
I'm not the general
or even the trail boss.
You got enough to eat there?
- Shut up.
- I didn't say nothing.
You were gonna say, why don't I give him some
of those doughnuts?
I already give him some.
Well, don't just stand there.
If you're gonna get to Fort Lacey,
you better start now.
Arnee, Rowdy here
will take you back to the reservation.
I am not going back.
Just what makes you think
that your sister's at Fort Lacey?
When she first went away,
she sent me packages of food.
From Rio Blanco, from Hondo Seco.
The last package was from Fort Lacey. See?
Look, you run away from a reservation.
Now you wanna walk into a military post.
You're really asking for trouble.
As long as your sister's
still sending you food...
Enough for me, not for a tribe.
You still willing to ride with him?
Right.
All right.
He'll take you to the fort.
- And, Rowdy?
- Yeah?
All you're supposed to be doing
is seeing that the boy
gets to Fort Lacey.
Right?
Right. What else did you think
I was gonna do?
Oh, I wouldn't have the least idea.
You know,
sometimes I bet you don't either.
So get back to the herd
as soon as you can. Right?
Right.
What are you grinning at?
Oh, that's a real nice kid, that Arnee.
Yeah, he's all right.
Then why'd you send Rowdy with him?
Uh, well, somebody
had to bring the horse back.
- Oh.
- Say, Wish,
you wouldn't happen to have
a couple one of those doughnuts
left over from last night, huh?
Oh, yeah. Uh...
Oh, there was quite a lot left over,
Mr. Favor,
but the trouble is...
Coyotes got at them.
Oh.
Those coyotes will eat
just about anything, won't they?
Now we must smite the Philistine
hip and thigh, my boy.
Yes, we must remember the words of Ezekiel.
"Go ye after them
through the city, and smite.
Slay utterly"...
"Slay utterly
"the young and old,
both maids and the little children. "
You know, John, I wonder
if they called him Butcher Ezekiel.
Yeah.
He had his Philistines.
We have our Indians, haven't we?
Yes, probably they did.
And when the books were written,
they left "the Butcher" out.
Yes, well, when the books are written
about our time,
they'll leave "the Butcher" out, too,
and it'll be Colonel Briscoe,
commander of Fort Lacey
and the greatest Indian fighter of them all.
Matthew...
what strange words to speak to a child.
Why, he doesn't understand a word.
And I pray that by the time
he's old enough to understand,
he'll have to learn about Indians from books.
Azuela Sophia de los Barcos.
You speak my name as if it were something
strange and mysterious.
It is.
Just as after two years
of marriage to you,
I find you still strange and mysterious.
Oh, I think it's time we had another child.
To keep John company.
Your son John's fair-headed.
He has blue eyes.
Suppose your next child were dark?
I'm dark.
Oh, I'll take my chance of that.
That's very kind of you.
Oh, I sound like an insensitive fool
sometimes, don't I?
I've never noticed.
Oh, I never know whether
you're being kind or indifferent.
I'm your wife, Matthew.
Yes, but younger. Much younger.
That worries me sometimes.
Have I not given you proof of my love?
There aren't many men in the American Army
that would've married a Spanish girl.
Oh, I know that.
And I'm very grateful to you.
Oh, I didn't mean it that way.
We have a son now,
but I can remember
that little mission in Hondo Seco
where I first met you.
You were a schoolgirl then.
Yes. And you were already a colonel.
I was very much impressed.
Yes, I know.
You married the colonel.
Have you come to love the man?
The baby must sleep now,
and you must go to work.
Go on.
What is it, Maria?
There was a look of anger on his face.
It is not what you think.
His mind is not on war
or killing of Tonkawa.
It is on my child.
It is his child as well.
I hope he remembers that.
You think it will make a difference?
It must.
You're a fool, Azuela.
One who has thrown her life away
like an empty, dried-out gourd.
What was my life worth to start with?
To marry a man you hated.
Is that the way
to make something more of your life?
There is no road back to a year ago, Maria,
so why do you torment me?
You hate the father.
Do you hate the son as well?
You were a schoolgirl
when you married the colonel.
Young enough to play games.
Now you have a child.
You cannot afford games anymore.
I hated the man, Maria, but I bore his son.
Now what do you want me to do,
forget my hatred?
Remember the child.
How can I not remember him?
What other weapon do I have?
White male with an Indian
riding in, Sergeant.
Indian?
We didn't expect no honor guard.
You need to have your head examined,
riding in here with an Indian.
Is there any law against that?
There sure is on this post.
What's your business here?
Are you the lieutenant in charge?
I'm Major Harper.
What's everybody afraid of around here?
We ain't gonna attack the fort.
I suggest you and the boy turn around
and ride right out of here.
- We're here looking for his sister.
- Whose sister?
Mine. She is here.
There are no Indians on this post.
My sister is here.
She wrote to me from Fort Lacey.
How long ago?
A month.
That's ridiculous.
There are only two women on this post...
the colonel's wife and her maid.
- What's the maid's name?
- Maria.
That is not the name of my sister.
Well, looks like we came
to the wrong place, Arnee.
She must be here.
I've come so many miles.
Major, the colonel's leaving his quarters.
Ride out now before the colonel
sees the boy.
Cayula!
- Hey, where you going?
- My sister.
Who are you?
I am Arnee.
- Tonkawa?
- Tonkawa.
You're a long way from where you belong.
Let me go.
Let me go to my sister!
- Your sister? On this post?
- She is here.
Not only a savage but a fool.
Not only a fool but a liar.
I do not lie.
A Tonkawa squaw in my fort.
That delights me. I don't suppose
you'd mind pointing her out to me?
There she is.
That's Maria. She's Mexican.
The girl with...
with the baby in her arms.
Major Harper!
Yes, sir?
Did you let him in the fort?
This man brought him in, sir.
My name's Yates. I'm a drover.
Major Harper, do you suppose you could manage
to arrest this renegade?
Yes, sir.
Go away. This is Mrs. Briscoe,
the wife of the colonel.
- You have your orders, Major.
- Simpson...
- Cayula, tell them you're my sister.
- Put him in the guard house.
They have put us on a reservation,
and we starve there.
There are buffalo near,
but we cannot hunt them.
In two days,
it will be our spring feast.
We will not starve on that day.
The Tonkawa will ride out as they rode
all the years before the white men came and...
Yes, yes!
What will the Tonkawa do in two days?
Never mind.
In two days,
the Tonkawa break their treaty.
They ride out of the reservation.
Two days.
We'll be there, Major, and it will not be
the buffalo that will be killed.
- Take him away.
- He didn't mean no harm.
- He's just looking for his sister.
- What sister?
Maybe he made a mistake. I'll make sure
he gets back to the reservation.
He's a ward of the government.
He's not your concern,
Mr. Yates.
I'm glad they're locking me up.
I don't have to go to our people and tell
them my sister is the wife of the Butcher.
Take him away!
I ain't leaving this post without that kid.
You may consider yourself very lucky
that the colonel
didn't order you locked up along with him.
- What do mean, lucky?
- Exactly what I said.
You helped a Tonkawa Indian enter this fort.
That could be interpreted as a deliberate
violation of military regulations
throughout the entire area.
The boy's only 13 years old.
What do you think he's gonna do,
blow up the fort or something?
Good-bye, Mr. Yates.
So that's Butcher Briscoe, huh?
You like serving under him, Sergeant?
I'm in the army.
I ain't supposed to like anything.
I was in the army once myself.
The army I was in, though, didn't fight kids.
I sure could use a drink.
Settler store might be able to fix you up.
Beer, Jim.
Mind if I sit with you?
I don't mind anything, Major.
I didn't expect to find you
still here, Mr. Yates.
Well, the kid's still in the guard house.
You're not doing him any good
by staying here.
Look, Major, I ain't breaking army
regulations just having a beer here.
It'll soon be dark.
So what?
No civilians are permitted
on the post after dark.
Look, it's entirely possible
no harm will come to the boy.
Oh, sure.
From what I hear about this Colonel Briscoe,
when he gets an Indian in the guard house,
he throws away the key,
then conveniently forgets to feed him.
You'll make it hard to live that way.
Mr. Yates, has it occurred to you
the boy might be lying?
Sure. He just likes it there
in that guard house.
There are Indians and Indian women
permitted on some of the posts in Texas
but not this one.
Why would he think his sister was here?
Perhaps he's at the wrong fort.
Here's a piece of paper off of a package
that was sent to Arnee.
I don't think he had the wrong fort.
You're showing that to the wrong person,
Mr. Yates.
Who should I be showing it to?
I couldn't tell you that.
Of course, Colonel Briscoe
is very busy at the barracks.
He wouldn't be in his quarters.
As I said, I couldn't tell you.
Yeah. Yeah. Thanks.
I'll, uh...
I'll pay for the beers, Major.
I will see who it is, Se?ora.
What is it you wish?
To speak to Mrs. Briscoe.
The se?ora sees no one
when her husband is not at home.
Yeah, well, let's make it an exception
this time, huh?
I don't know.
I will ask the se?ora.
I wish to see no one, Maria.
It is as I said, Se?or.
Shut the door, Maria.
Now go to the baby, please.
You have forced your way in here. Why?
The kid I brought into this post with me.
I don't like seeing him
locked up in the guard house.
You think I do?
I don't know.
You came here to find out?
Well, not exactly. Uh...
Well, when... when the kid said
you were his sister,
you didn't say anything.
- What was there for me to say?
- Yes or no.
You're still not saying anything, huh?
Mr. Yates, what gives you the right
to come here and question me?
I'll tell you, Mrs. Briscoe.
Maybe this will help you remember.
Whether there's an Indian girl on this post,
whether you're his sister or what...
You're a drover, aren't you, Mr. Yates?
That's right.
With that cattle drive
on the Chisholm Trail?
Yeah. We're 15 miles west of here.
Uh-huh. Well, you go back there.
There's nothing you can do here.
- Wait for me here, Sergeant.
- Yes, sir.
Did you come here to see me, Mr. Yates?
You were out.
So I was.
But now that I'm back,
I find that I have no time
to discuss anything with you.
Sergeant!
- Yes, sir.
- Mr. Yates is leaving the fort at once.
Yes, sir.
Come on, Rowdy.
You did everything you could for the kid.
You took him to the fort.
Yeah, well, the kid's in jail.
I don't wanna hear he died there.
What's to keep a few of us
from riding in there
and blowing that guard house plumb open?
It's an army fort.
There's more than one way
of skinning a cow.
We ain't skinning cows.
We're driving them to Abilene.
Well, nobody asked me, but...
Nobody asked you.
The kid jumped the reservation.
He knew the chances he was taking.
Yeah, well, the starving Tonkawa...
they're gonna jump the reservation here
the day after tomorrow,
and what they don't know is that
Colonel Briscoe is gonna be waiting there
with his troops to cut them down.
All right.
You wanna ride out there and tell them?
They wouldn't listen to me.
I'm white just like Briscoe is.
Exactly. Now, we got work to do.
Come on. Let's turn in. Come on.
Rowdy.
Yeah?
Look, why don't you ride nighthawk
for the first shift tonight, huh?
If you say so.
As long as you're gonna be awake
worrying about him,
you might as well do something useful.
Might help to take your mind off of him.
All right.
Sergeant, I'll return
your prisoner to you shortly.
Yes, sir.
Maria.
Maria.
I thought perhaps we could help this boy.
Help him? How?
By trying to find out
how he came to make such a mistake?
Because, of course, he did make a mistake?
Yes, of course he did.
There. You see?
Both Mrs. Briscoe and I want to help you.
I believe he needs to be convinced.
Of what?
Of the fact that you're not his sister.
I don't think he believes you.
Tell him.
Matthew, he's such a small boy.
Does he have to be punished?
If he's a liar, he has to be punished.
Well, he could've made a mistake,
if he thought his sister was here.
- And why should he have thought so?
- She could've been here a long time ago.
Could that be the explanation?
When did you last hear from your sister?
Now, you have to help me
before I can help you.
- I don't want your help.
- You need it!
- Matthew, please.
- Is she your sister?
My sister?
I had one once. Not anymore.
Sergeant.
Yes, sir.
You may take your, uh, prisoner
back the the guard house.
I'm sorry to have had to expose you to that.
It was necessary.
Oh!
Standing next to him,
I felt sick, nauseous.
He made me remember.
Remember what?
For three years,
I was prisoner of the Sioux.
Oh, I've never told you.
For three years,
they held me prisoner.
For some reason, they didn't kill me.
No, all they did was make a squaw out of me.
They traded me finally.
For an old broken-down horse.
I cried when they left me
at the trading post.
I don't know why I cried.
It was almost as if
I didn't want them to let me go.
But I've paid them back since then.
The Sioux, the Crow, the Cherokee...
- For letting you go?
- For making a whimpering fool out of me.
No, no.
There isn't an Indian
north, south, anywhere on the plains,
that laughs when he hears
my name anymore.
And when I'm finished...
You could be Indian.
Azuela Sophia de los Barco.
What did that boy call you?
I don't know, Matthew.
- I didn't pay any attention.
- No.
I married a Spanish lady.
Yes, the Spanish are proud.
No Spaniard would've cried
no matter what the Indians did to him.
Matthew, the baby's restless tonight.
I... I don't think he's feeling well.
- He's well enough.
- No. Please.
I think I'd better stay in his room tonight.
Good night, Matthew.
Good night, Azuela.
All goes well, Se?ora.
Why can I not come with you?
It would not be safe, Maria.
This way it is better.
If I'm caught, you know nothing.
Must it be now?
Tonight, Maria.
The one they call the Butcher is ready
to make his move in the morning.
Vaya con Dios.
Come on.
The coffee isn't that good, Rowdy.
You're right.
What are you two hatching?
Eggs. What do you think?
I think drovers shouldn't try to take on
the whole United States Army.
We weren't exactly planning on taking on
the whole United States Army.
Well, thanks a lot.
I'm glad to know it.
We're just thinking maybe we could, uh,
hire the kid a lawyer or something.
A lawyer for an Indian?
They don't even make laws for them.
We gotta do something.
- Good morning, ma'am.
- Good morning.
Can you tell me where I can find Mr. Yates?
Rowdy? He's most likely
at the chuck wagon, ma'am.
- That way.
- Thank you.
Shh.
Rowdy, in this world,
it don't matter what you wanna do
or don't wanna do,
it's what you can do.
You make that up by yourself?
You're mighty well told.
You don't tell anyone else,
I promise I won't either.
Will you look at that, Mr. Wishbone?
I'd sure like to have one like that.
What are you talking about?
That buggy.
Ain't it beautiful?
Mr. Yates.
Mr. Yates!
- Yeah?
- I'm...
I know who you are.
I came here because I need your help.
Why, so I can
help you round up some more kids
to put in your husband's guard house?
You should've been moving by now.
Yeah. Sure thing, Boss.
Look, Mr. Favor,
this is Colonel Briscoe's wife
or Arnee's sister.
I ain't sure.
Suppose I were Arnee's sister?
Then you'd be with him.
You wouldn't be riding off somewhere.
He is only one small boy.
Tomorrow is the feast day of the Tonkawa.
They will leave the reservation
and go to hunt for buffalo.
Someone must ride to them
and tell them not to leave.
So they can stay on the reservation
and starve, huh?
If they do, the cavalry
will be waiting to shoot them.
Led by your husband, Mrs. Briscoe?
- Yes, led by my husband.
- Don't see where it makes any difference.
Either they starve on the reservation
or get shot down by the cavalry.
I imagine they'd rather die fighting.
The Tonkawa must be warned!
I'm afraid the Tonkawa
wouldn't believe anything
a white man had to say, Mrs. Briscoe.
They'd believe him if he brought my son.
You mean, you're willing to let one of us
take Butcher Briscoe's son to the Indians?
He's my son. He belongs there.
I still don't see what it'd prove.
Like Rowdy says, it's either starvation
or bullets for the Tonkawa.
Boss...
Cavalry heading this way.
Two officers and four men.
Hide my baby, please.
What difference is it gonna make?
The only hope there is. Please.
They couldn't be more than
a half a mile behind me.
- They'll be here in a minute, Mr. Favor.
- All right.
All right.
- Here.
- What?
You. You. Take the baby.
Get in the supply wagon with him.
All right.
The rest of you look busy.
Look like you're getting ready
for the day's drive.
What are you gonna do, Mrs. Briscoe?
I-I don't know.
Patrol, halt!
You should've told me you were riding out.
It cost me a great deal of trouble and worry.
Did I?
This is dangerous country.
You might easily have lost your way.
I might have.
Did you?
Then you intended to come here?
I've never known you to be so fascinated
by a cattle drive before.
Or by drovers.
There are many things about me
you don't know, Matthew.
No doubt.
However, I don't think this is
the place to discuss them.
Or is it only one drover?
I don't see him about.
Do you have a man named Yates?
Oh, yeah, yeah.
Mr. Yates. He's the ramrod.
He's a very attractive young man,
and he's fond of Indians, too, I understand.
Well, that'd be his business.
Well, finding him is mine.
Where is he?
I have four men and an officer with me.
The main body of my troops
is a very short distance away.
Now, I can enforce my requests.
He's out carrying out orders for me.
- Your orders?
- Howdy. My name's Favor.
- I'm the boss.
- Mmm.
And what were your orders, Mr. Favor?
Well, he knows them.
Major Harper!
Yes, sir.
Have a look in the buggy.
- What am I looking for, Colonel?
- My son!
Hey. Shh. Hey.
Kid, this is no time to raise your voice.
Keep still,
and I'll get you a cow from the herd.
Best milk you ever tasted.
There's no one in the buggy, Colonel.
Mr. Favor, in frontier country like that,
there's a curious thing about military power.
- It is absolute.
- Oh, I know that.
Now, what would happen to your herd if I
put you and your men under military arrest
and held you at Fort Lacey?
That might not be so easy to do.
A handful of drovers can stand up
against a full detachment
of the United States Cavalry?
- I wouldn't ask them to do that.
- That's a wise decision, Mr. Favor.
Now, where is Mr. Yates?
- Major.
- I'll tell you where he is.
- He's with the baby.
- I rather suspected that.
- Where is my son?
- My son is where he belongs.
That's in his nursery at Fort Lacey.
That's on the Indian reservation
at Silver River Canyon.
Um...
That's the first touch of yours
that didn't disgust me.
Colonel Briscoe,
we still might be able to cut that drover off
before he reaches the reservation.
- You believe my wife?
- Yes, sir.
Then you are either a fool or a liar.
What conceivable reason could she have
for sending my boy there?
Why don't you ask me?
Or maybe you're afraid
you know the answer already.
Maybe you're afraid
everyone else will know it.
Now you needn't be afraid
any longer, Colonel.
They know it, and you know it.
I had a dream, Colonel.
I had a dream that I could marry a man
they call the Butcher
and bear him a child.
Because of that child,
he'd stop being a butcher
and be an ordinary man
with a little pity
and a little kindness in his heart.
But it was a foolish dream.
Or maybe it can still come true
in a different way.
You hate Indians, Matthew,
because they humiliated you,
they made you cry.
But you admire them, too.
You admire them for their fierceness
and their pride, their courage.
Is there more?
Yes. My real name
is Cayula, daughter of Konawa
and sister of the boy you have
in your guard house.
Where's my son?
He's with his people.
And if you send your troops to kill them,
you kill your son as well.
You starve them, and you starve him.
This was your plan?
From the day you married me,
this was your plan?
Yes, Matthew, this was my plan.
How will you send your troops
to kill your own son?
Major, the back of that wagon, please.
Sergeant.
Yes, sir.
Wes.
Check that wagon.
Let him bring the child here.
No!
It was her intention to have you
take this child to the Indian reservation.
You'll do as she asked.
This child was mine.
The child, however, is a Tonkawa.
He belongs with his people.
Mr. Favor, does your man
have permission to ride?
- It's his choice.
- Mr. Yates?
If it's all right with Mrs. Briscoe.
Mrs. Briscoe?
There's no Mrs. Briscoe here!
I see only a Tonkawa squaw
that should be on the reservation but is not.
Major Harper.
Yes, sir.
What is the penalty for a Tonkawa
who has broken out of the reservation?
Death, Major?
By shooting?
He will take this Tonkawa squaw Cayula
and execute her immediately.
Not without trial and conviction, Colonel.
We are in the field, Major.
There are no military trials in the field.
By the authority vested in me,
I have condemned this woman
to the death she has earned.
As an officer
in the United States Army,
you will carry out your orders.
You're right, Colonel.
In the army, I'd have no choice.
The regulations are clear.
But I refuse to believe that they were ever
intended for any such purpose as this.
You can get someone else
to carry out those orders, sir.
Major!
You are disobeying my orders! Aah!
He's dead.
Well, uh, you gonna take Mrs. Briscoe
back to the fort?
Mrs. Briscoe?
If there were a Mrs. Briscoe,
I'd have to take her back to the fort.
- She'd be charged with murder.
- We'll testify what happened,
how Briscoe was out of his head.
Colonel Briscoe, my superior officer,
established the fact
that there is no Mrs. Briscoe.
- She's right there...
- Mr. Favor, this concerns the army.
Colonel Briscoe was a famous soldier.
There's only one way
for a famous soldier to die.
Colonel Briscoe was killed in action.
Sergeant Gary.
Yes, sir.
Colonel Briscoe was killed in action, sir.
- Can your men be trusted?
- Oh, they can be trusted, all right.
If Mrs. Briscoe...
If the Tonkawa can be persuaded to remain
on the reservation for a little while longer,
I'll see to it that they get permission to
leave it for the purpose of hunting buffalo.
I'm sending the boy back to the reservation.
Mrs. Briscoe?
Cayula.
Cayula, you're going back
with your son to your people?
I'll never see you again,
so there's nothing for me to say.
It is better for you to say nothing,
Major Harper,
except goodbye.
And thank you.
Goodbye.
Rowdy, better ride with Cayula and the baby
and see they get
to the reservation all right.
All right.
- Boss?
- Uh, yeah?
While that major's making sure
the Indians get a chance to hunt,
they're gonna starve to death.
Yeah, that's right.
Well, something oughta be done about it.
That's right. But, uh,
nothing we can do legitimately.
Well, there is. Why...
Except the last few weeks,
we've picked up a lot of scrub cattle
that's hardly worth dragging to Abilene.
Bet you couldn't get a nickel for them.
I wonder if them Indians could be persuaded
to take them off our hands.
Well, we could sure try.
Yeah. We could try.
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
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
It sure is cold.
Is that all you've got to say?
It wouldn't be so cold, Mr. Wishbone,
if we was down there.
Yeah, but do you think that idiot Forrester
would have sense enough to leave a marker
in a nice place like that?
Oh, no, sir.
Why not?
'Cause the marker's over there.
Why didn't you say so before?
You didn't ask me before.
And I never killed a cook's
louse before neither.
You don't have to start now, Mr. Wishbone.
Why not?
Well, you'd hurt my mother's feelings.
She likes me.
Why?
Come on.
Let's see if we can find some water.
Now, there's no point in both of us
covering the same ground.
- You go that way.
- Yes, sir.
I mean, no, sir. I mean,
let's cover the same ground, Mr. Wishbone.
You still think
there's somebody following us?
Well, I seen something moving
behind the chuck wagon two or three times.
Maybe it was a bear.
There are no bears on the Chisholm Trail.
Maybe one got lost.
Well, if you're that scared,
you've got a gun, haven't you?
I must be losing my mind.
Like as not, you'd shoot me
if we happened on each other unexpected.
Hello.
Was this the only place
you could find to make camp?
It's the only place there was water.
There's a spring below.
- Is it fit to drink?
- It's wet.
Go get the chuck wagon.
Well, hurry up before the crew gets here
and supper isn't ready.
But-But supposed...
Hey.
Are you all right?
I didn't know you was a kid.
Mr. Wishbone!
Mr. Wishbone, help!
Well, I guess I don't know my own strength.
But you said you missed him.
I know. But think what
would've happened if I hadn't.
He sure likes my beef soup.
You oughta see him go for my doughnuts.
Mm-hmm.
Ain't the drovers been fed yet?
Uh, well, the drovers
aren't as hungry as he is.
You maybe better get Mushy on it then?
Mushy!
Why aren't you getting supper ready
like I told you?
Like you told me when?
Like I'm telling you now.
Oh, yes, sir, Mr. Wishbone.
You speak English?
What's your name?
Arnee.
- Where you from?
- Silver River Canyon.
A reservation, ain't it?
Did you, uh, come all the way
from there on foot?
There are no horses.
We've eaten them all.
Eaten the horses?
There's nothing else.
What about buffalo?
There's buffalo around, ain't there?
Not on the reservation.
Well, uh, you're sort of off the reservation
a little ways. What the heck?
Rowdy, you better stay out of it.
Yeah, well, I mean,
everybody knows the Indians
are supposed to stay on their reservation,
but if they're starving...
Yeah, I know. I know.
Where you headed for?
Fort Lacey.
Why?
My sister's at the fort.
She will take care of me.
Well, you can't do
any more traveling today.
You better stay with us tonight.
Oh, Wishbone, it is just possible
that Mushy could use a little bit of help.
Oh, yeah.
You gotta admire that kid.
He's got guts.
Yeah, he's a pretty good liar.
There are no Indians at Fort Lacey.
The officer in command is Colonel Briscoe.
Briscoe. That sounds familiar.
Well, not many people call him colonel.
Most of them use the word "butcher. "
Butcher Briscoe. Yeah.
That sounds more than just familiar.
He's the one that kills Indians just like
someone else would kill gophers, huh?
Yeah, I heard of him during the war.
Commanded a platoon.
Supposed to be a pretty good soldier.
Only thing is, I understand somehow
his outfit never took any prisoners.
Did the boy carry any arms
when you picked him up?
No, he was carrying nothing
but an empty belly.
Rowdy, you better fix him a bed roll
for the night.
Right.
Clay, you go on ahead.
I wanna get the beef to good grass
quick as possible.
Well, don't look at me.
I'm not the general
or even the trail boss.
You got enough to eat there?
- Shut up.
- I didn't say nothing.
You were gonna say, why don't I give him some
of those doughnuts?
I already give him some.
Well, don't just stand there.
If you're gonna get to Fort Lacey,
you better start now.
Arnee, Rowdy here
will take you back to the reservation.
I am not going back.
Just what makes you think
that your sister's at Fort Lacey?
When she first went away,
she sent me packages of food.
From Rio Blanco, from Hondo Seco.
The last package was from Fort Lacey. See?
Look, you run away from a reservation.
Now you wanna walk into a military post.
You're really asking for trouble.
As long as your sister's
still sending you food...
Enough for me, not for a tribe.
You still willing to ride with him?
Right.
All right.
He'll take you to the fort.
- And, Rowdy?
- Yeah?
All you're supposed to be doing
is seeing that the boy
gets to Fort Lacey.
Right?
Right. What else did you think
I was gonna do?
Oh, I wouldn't have the least idea.
You know,
sometimes I bet you don't either.
So get back to the herd
as soon as you can. Right?
Right.
What are you grinning at?
Oh, that's a real nice kid, that Arnee.
Yeah, he's all right.
Then why'd you send Rowdy with him?
Uh, well, somebody
had to bring the horse back.
- Oh.
- Say, Wish,
you wouldn't happen to have
a couple one of those doughnuts
left over from last night, huh?
Oh, yeah. Uh...
Oh, there was quite a lot left over,
Mr. Favor,
but the trouble is...
Coyotes got at them.
Oh.
Those coyotes will eat
just about anything, won't they?
Now we must smite the Philistine
hip and thigh, my boy.
Yes, we must remember the words of Ezekiel.
"Go ye after them
through the city, and smite.
Slay utterly"...
"Slay utterly
"the young and old,
both maids and the little children. "
You know, John, I wonder
if they called him Butcher Ezekiel.
Yeah.
He had his Philistines.
We have our Indians, haven't we?
Yes, probably they did.
And when the books were written,
they left "the Butcher" out.
Yes, well, when the books are written
about our time,
they'll leave "the Butcher" out, too,
and it'll be Colonel Briscoe,
commander of Fort Lacey
and the greatest Indian fighter of them all.
Matthew...
what strange words to speak to a child.
Why, he doesn't understand a word.
And I pray that by the time
he's old enough to understand,
he'll have to learn about Indians from books.
Azuela Sophia de los Barcos.
You speak my name as if it were something
strange and mysterious.
It is.
Just as after two years
of marriage to you,
I find you still strange and mysterious.
Oh, I think it's time we had another child.
To keep John company.
Your son John's fair-headed.
He has blue eyes.
Suppose your next child were dark?
I'm dark.
Oh, I'll take my chance of that.
That's very kind of you.
Oh, I sound like an insensitive fool
sometimes, don't I?
I've never noticed.
Oh, I never know whether
you're being kind or indifferent.
I'm your wife, Matthew.
Yes, but younger. Much younger.
That worries me sometimes.
Have I not given you proof of my love?
There aren't many men in the American Army
that would've married a Spanish girl.
Oh, I know that.
And I'm very grateful to you.
Oh, I didn't mean it that way.
We have a son now,
but I can remember
that little mission in Hondo Seco
where I first met you.
You were a schoolgirl then.
Yes. And you were already a colonel.
I was very much impressed.
Yes, I know.
You married the colonel.
Have you come to love the man?
The baby must sleep now,
and you must go to work.
Go on.
What is it, Maria?
There was a look of anger on his face.
It is not what you think.
His mind is not on war
or killing of Tonkawa.
It is on my child.
It is his child as well.
I hope he remembers that.
You think it will make a difference?
It must.
You're a fool, Azuela.
One who has thrown her life away
like an empty, dried-out gourd.
What was my life worth to start with?
To marry a man you hated.
Is that the way
to make something more of your life?
There is no road back to a year ago, Maria,
so why do you torment me?
You hate the father.
Do you hate the son as well?
You were a schoolgirl
when you married the colonel.
Young enough to play games.
Now you have a child.
You cannot afford games anymore.
I hated the man, Maria, but I bore his son.
Now what do you want me to do,
forget my hatred?
Remember the child.
How can I not remember him?
What other weapon do I have?
White male with an Indian
riding in, Sergeant.
Indian?
We didn't expect no honor guard.
You need to have your head examined,
riding in here with an Indian.
Is there any law against that?
There sure is on this post.
What's your business here?
Are you the lieutenant in charge?
I'm Major Harper.
What's everybody afraid of around here?
We ain't gonna attack the fort.
I suggest you and the boy turn around
and ride right out of here.
- We're here looking for his sister.
- Whose sister?
Mine. She is here.
There are no Indians on this post.
My sister is here.
She wrote to me from Fort Lacey.
How long ago?
A month.
That's ridiculous.
There are only two women on this post...
the colonel's wife and her maid.
- What's the maid's name?
- Maria.
That is not the name of my sister.
Well, looks like we came
to the wrong place, Arnee.
She must be here.
I've come so many miles.
Major, the colonel's leaving his quarters.
Ride out now before the colonel
sees the boy.
Cayula!
- Hey, where you going?
- My sister.
Who are you?
I am Arnee.
- Tonkawa?
- Tonkawa.
You're a long way from where you belong.
Let me go.
Let me go to my sister!
- Your sister? On this post?
- She is here.
Not only a savage but a fool.
Not only a fool but a liar.
I do not lie.
A Tonkawa squaw in my fort.
That delights me. I don't suppose
you'd mind pointing her out to me?
There she is.
That's Maria. She's Mexican.
The girl with...
with the baby in her arms.
Major Harper!
Yes, sir?
Did you let him in the fort?
This man brought him in, sir.
My name's Yates. I'm a drover.
Major Harper, do you suppose you could manage
to arrest this renegade?
Yes, sir.
Go away. This is Mrs. Briscoe,
the wife of the colonel.
- You have your orders, Major.
- Simpson...
- Cayula, tell them you're my sister.
- Put him in the guard house.
They have put us on a reservation,
and we starve there.
There are buffalo near,
but we cannot hunt them.
In two days,
it will be our spring feast.
We will not starve on that day.
The Tonkawa will ride out as they rode
all the years before the white men came and...
Yes, yes!
What will the Tonkawa do in two days?
Never mind.
In two days,
the Tonkawa break their treaty.
They ride out of the reservation.
Two days.
We'll be there, Major, and it will not be
the buffalo that will be killed.
- Take him away.
- He didn't mean no harm.
- He's just looking for his sister.
- What sister?
Maybe he made a mistake. I'll make sure
he gets back to the reservation.
He's a ward of the government.
He's not your concern,
Mr. Yates.
I'm glad they're locking me up.
I don't have to go to our people and tell
them my sister is the wife of the Butcher.
Take him away!
I ain't leaving this post without that kid.
You may consider yourself very lucky
that the colonel
didn't order you locked up along with him.
- What do mean, lucky?
- Exactly what I said.
You helped a Tonkawa Indian enter this fort.
That could be interpreted as a deliberate
violation of military regulations
throughout the entire area.
The boy's only 13 years old.
What do you think he's gonna do,
blow up the fort or something?
Good-bye, Mr. Yates.
So that's Butcher Briscoe, huh?
You like serving under him, Sergeant?
I'm in the army.
I ain't supposed to like anything.
I was in the army once myself.
The army I was in, though, didn't fight kids.
I sure could use a drink.
Settler store might be able to fix you up.
Beer, Jim.
Mind if I sit with you?
I don't mind anything, Major.
I didn't expect to find you
still here, Mr. Yates.
Well, the kid's still in the guard house.
You're not doing him any good
by staying here.
Look, Major, I ain't breaking army
regulations just having a beer here.
It'll soon be dark.
So what?
No civilians are permitted
on the post after dark.
Look, it's entirely possible
no harm will come to the boy.
Oh, sure.
From what I hear about this Colonel Briscoe,
when he gets an Indian in the guard house,
he throws away the key,
then conveniently forgets to feed him.
You'll make it hard to live that way.
Mr. Yates, has it occurred to you
the boy might be lying?
Sure. He just likes it there
in that guard house.
There are Indians and Indian women
permitted on some of the posts in Texas
but not this one.
Why would he think his sister was here?
Perhaps he's at the wrong fort.
Here's a piece of paper off of a package
that was sent to Arnee.
I don't think he had the wrong fort.
You're showing that to the wrong person,
Mr. Yates.
Who should I be showing it to?
I couldn't tell you that.
Of course, Colonel Briscoe
is very busy at the barracks.
He wouldn't be in his quarters.
As I said, I couldn't tell you.
Yeah. Yeah. Thanks.
I'll, uh...
I'll pay for the beers, Major.
I will see who it is, Se?ora.
What is it you wish?
To speak to Mrs. Briscoe.
The se?ora sees no one
when her husband is not at home.
Yeah, well, let's make it an exception
this time, huh?
I don't know.
I will ask the se?ora.
I wish to see no one, Maria.
It is as I said, Se?or.
Shut the door, Maria.
Now go to the baby, please.
You have forced your way in here. Why?
The kid I brought into this post with me.
I don't like seeing him
locked up in the guard house.
You think I do?
I don't know.
You came here to find out?
Well, not exactly. Uh...
Well, when... when the kid said
you were his sister,
you didn't say anything.
- What was there for me to say?
- Yes or no.
You're still not saying anything, huh?
Mr. Yates, what gives you the right
to come here and question me?
I'll tell you, Mrs. Briscoe.
Maybe this will help you remember.
Whether there's an Indian girl on this post,
whether you're his sister or what...
You're a drover, aren't you, Mr. Yates?
That's right.
With that cattle drive
on the Chisholm Trail?
Yeah. We're 15 miles west of here.
Uh-huh. Well, you go back there.
There's nothing you can do here.
- Wait for me here, Sergeant.
- Yes, sir.
Did you come here to see me, Mr. Yates?
You were out.
So I was.
But now that I'm back,
I find that I have no time
to discuss anything with you.
Sergeant!
- Yes, sir.
- Mr. Yates is leaving the fort at once.
Yes, sir.
Come on, Rowdy.
You did everything you could for the kid.
You took him to the fort.
Yeah, well, the kid's in jail.
I don't wanna hear he died there.
What's to keep a few of us
from riding in there
and blowing that guard house plumb open?
It's an army fort.
There's more than one way
of skinning a cow.
We ain't skinning cows.
We're driving them to Abilene.
Well, nobody asked me, but...
Nobody asked you.
The kid jumped the reservation.
He knew the chances he was taking.
Yeah, well, the starving Tonkawa...
they're gonna jump the reservation here
the day after tomorrow,
and what they don't know is that
Colonel Briscoe is gonna be waiting there
with his troops to cut them down.
All right.
You wanna ride out there and tell them?
They wouldn't listen to me.
I'm white just like Briscoe is.
Exactly. Now, we got work to do.
Come on. Let's turn in. Come on.
Rowdy.
Yeah?
Look, why don't you ride nighthawk
for the first shift tonight, huh?
If you say so.
As long as you're gonna be awake
worrying about him,
you might as well do something useful.
Might help to take your mind off of him.
All right.
Sergeant, I'll return
your prisoner to you shortly.
Yes, sir.
Maria.
Maria.
I thought perhaps we could help this boy.
Help him? How?
By trying to find out
how he came to make such a mistake?
Because, of course, he did make a mistake?
Yes, of course he did.
There. You see?
Both Mrs. Briscoe and I want to help you.
I believe he needs to be convinced.
Of what?
Of the fact that you're not his sister.
I don't think he believes you.
Tell him.
Matthew, he's such a small boy.
Does he have to be punished?
If he's a liar, he has to be punished.
Well, he could've made a mistake,
if he thought his sister was here.
- And why should he have thought so?
- She could've been here a long time ago.
Could that be the explanation?
When did you last hear from your sister?
Now, you have to help me
before I can help you.
- I don't want your help.
- You need it!
- Matthew, please.
- Is she your sister?
My sister?
I had one once. Not anymore.
Sergeant.
Yes, sir.
You may take your, uh, prisoner
back the the guard house.
I'm sorry to have had to expose you to that.
It was necessary.
Oh!
Standing next to him,
I felt sick, nauseous.
He made me remember.
Remember what?
For three years,
I was prisoner of the Sioux.
Oh, I've never told you.
For three years,
they held me prisoner.
For some reason, they didn't kill me.
No, all they did was make a squaw out of me.
They traded me finally.
For an old broken-down horse.
I cried when they left me
at the trading post.
I don't know why I cried.
It was almost as if
I didn't want them to let me go.
But I've paid them back since then.
The Sioux, the Crow, the Cherokee...
- For letting you go?
- For making a whimpering fool out of me.
No, no.
There isn't an Indian
north, south, anywhere on the plains,
that laughs when he hears
my name anymore.
And when I'm finished...
You could be Indian.
Azuela Sophia de los Barco.
What did that boy call you?
I don't know, Matthew.
- I didn't pay any attention.
- No.
I married a Spanish lady.
Yes, the Spanish are proud.
No Spaniard would've cried
no matter what the Indians did to him.
Matthew, the baby's restless tonight.
I... I don't think he's feeling well.
- He's well enough.
- No. Please.
I think I'd better stay in his room tonight.
Good night, Matthew.
Good night, Azuela.
All goes well, Se?ora.
Why can I not come with you?
It would not be safe, Maria.
This way it is better.
If I'm caught, you know nothing.
Must it be now?
Tonight, Maria.
The one they call the Butcher is ready
to make his move in the morning.
Vaya con Dios.
Come on.
The coffee isn't that good, Rowdy.
You're right.
What are you two hatching?
Eggs. What do you think?
I think drovers shouldn't try to take on
the whole United States Army.
We weren't exactly planning on taking on
the whole United States Army.
Well, thanks a lot.
I'm glad to know it.
We're just thinking maybe we could, uh,
hire the kid a lawyer or something.
A lawyer for an Indian?
They don't even make laws for them.
We gotta do something.
- Good morning, ma'am.
- Good morning.
Can you tell me where I can find Mr. Yates?
Rowdy? He's most likely
at the chuck wagon, ma'am.
- That way.
- Thank you.
Shh.
Rowdy, in this world,
it don't matter what you wanna do
or don't wanna do,
it's what you can do.
You make that up by yourself?
You're mighty well told.
You don't tell anyone else,
I promise I won't either.
Will you look at that, Mr. Wishbone?
I'd sure like to have one like that.
What are you talking about?
That buggy.
Ain't it beautiful?
Mr. Yates.
Mr. Yates!
- Yeah?
- I'm...
I know who you are.
I came here because I need your help.
Why, so I can
help you round up some more kids
to put in your husband's guard house?
You should've been moving by now.
Yeah. Sure thing, Boss.
Look, Mr. Favor,
this is Colonel Briscoe's wife
or Arnee's sister.
I ain't sure.
Suppose I were Arnee's sister?
Then you'd be with him.
You wouldn't be riding off somewhere.
He is only one small boy.
Tomorrow is the feast day of the Tonkawa.
They will leave the reservation
and go to hunt for buffalo.
Someone must ride to them
and tell them not to leave.
So they can stay on the reservation
and starve, huh?
If they do, the cavalry
will be waiting to shoot them.
Led by your husband, Mrs. Briscoe?
- Yes, led by my husband.
- Don't see where it makes any difference.
Either they starve on the reservation
or get shot down by the cavalry.
I imagine they'd rather die fighting.
The Tonkawa must be warned!
I'm afraid the Tonkawa
wouldn't believe anything
a white man had to say, Mrs. Briscoe.
They'd believe him if he brought my son.
You mean, you're willing to let one of us
take Butcher Briscoe's son to the Indians?
He's my son. He belongs there.
I still don't see what it'd prove.
Like Rowdy says, it's either starvation
or bullets for the Tonkawa.
Boss...
Cavalry heading this way.
Two officers and four men.
Hide my baby, please.
What difference is it gonna make?
The only hope there is. Please.
They couldn't be more than
a half a mile behind me.
- They'll be here in a minute, Mr. Favor.
- All right.
All right.
- Here.
- What?
You. You. Take the baby.
Get in the supply wagon with him.
All right.
The rest of you look busy.
Look like you're getting ready
for the day's drive.
What are you gonna do, Mrs. Briscoe?
I-I don't know.
Patrol, halt!
You should've told me you were riding out.
It cost me a great deal of trouble and worry.
Did I?
This is dangerous country.
You might easily have lost your way.
I might have.
Did you?
Then you intended to come here?
I've never known you to be so fascinated
by a cattle drive before.
Or by drovers.
There are many things about me
you don't know, Matthew.
No doubt.
However, I don't think this is
the place to discuss them.
Or is it only one drover?
I don't see him about.
Do you have a man named Yates?
Oh, yeah, yeah.
Mr. Yates. He's the ramrod.
He's a very attractive young man,
and he's fond of Indians, too, I understand.
Well, that'd be his business.
Well, finding him is mine.
Where is he?
I have four men and an officer with me.
The main body of my troops
is a very short distance away.
Now, I can enforce my requests.
He's out carrying out orders for me.
- Your orders?
- Howdy. My name's Favor.
- I'm the boss.
- Mmm.
And what were your orders, Mr. Favor?
Well, he knows them.
Major Harper!
Yes, sir.
Have a look in the buggy.
- What am I looking for, Colonel?
- My son!
Hey. Shh. Hey.
Kid, this is no time to raise your voice.
Keep still,
and I'll get you a cow from the herd.
Best milk you ever tasted.
There's no one in the buggy, Colonel.
Mr. Favor, in frontier country like that,
there's a curious thing about military power.
- It is absolute.
- Oh, I know that.
Now, what would happen to your herd if I
put you and your men under military arrest
and held you at Fort Lacey?
That might not be so easy to do.
A handful of drovers can stand up
against a full detachment
of the United States Cavalry?
- I wouldn't ask them to do that.
- That's a wise decision, Mr. Favor.
Now, where is Mr. Yates?
- Major.
- I'll tell you where he is.
- He's with the baby.
- I rather suspected that.
- Where is my son?
- My son is where he belongs.
That's in his nursery at Fort Lacey.
That's on the Indian reservation
at Silver River Canyon.
Um...
That's the first touch of yours
that didn't disgust me.
Colonel Briscoe,
we still might be able to cut that drover off
before he reaches the reservation.
- You believe my wife?
- Yes, sir.
Then you are either a fool or a liar.
What conceivable reason could she have
for sending my boy there?
Why don't you ask me?
Or maybe you're afraid
you know the answer already.
Maybe you're afraid
everyone else will know it.
Now you needn't be afraid
any longer, Colonel.
They know it, and you know it.
I had a dream, Colonel.
I had a dream that I could marry a man
they call the Butcher
and bear him a child.
Because of that child,
he'd stop being a butcher
and be an ordinary man
with a little pity
and a little kindness in his heart.
But it was a foolish dream.
Or maybe it can still come true
in a different way.
You hate Indians, Matthew,
because they humiliated you,
they made you cry.
But you admire them, too.
You admire them for their fierceness
and their pride, their courage.
Is there more?
Yes. My real name
is Cayula, daughter of Konawa
and sister of the boy you have
in your guard house.
Where's my son?
He's with his people.
And if you send your troops to kill them,
you kill your son as well.
You starve them, and you starve him.
This was your plan?
From the day you married me,
this was your plan?
Yes, Matthew, this was my plan.
How will you send your troops
to kill your own son?
Major, the back of that wagon, please.
Sergeant.
Yes, sir.
Wes.
Check that wagon.
Let him bring the child here.
No!
It was her intention to have you
take this child to the Indian reservation.
You'll do as she asked.
This child was mine.
The child, however, is a Tonkawa.
He belongs with his people.
Mr. Favor, does your man
have permission to ride?
- It's his choice.
- Mr. Yates?
If it's all right with Mrs. Briscoe.
Mrs. Briscoe?
There's no Mrs. Briscoe here!
I see only a Tonkawa squaw
that should be on the reservation but is not.
Major Harper.
Yes, sir.
What is the penalty for a Tonkawa
who has broken out of the reservation?
Death, Major?
By shooting?
He will take this Tonkawa squaw Cayula
and execute her immediately.
Not without trial and conviction, Colonel.
We are in the field, Major.
There are no military trials in the field.
By the authority vested in me,
I have condemned this woman
to the death she has earned.
As an officer
in the United States Army,
you will carry out your orders.
You're right, Colonel.
In the army, I'd have no choice.
The regulations are clear.
But I refuse to believe that they were ever
intended for any such purpose as this.
You can get someone else
to carry out those orders, sir.
Major!
You are disobeying my orders! Aah!
He's dead.
Well, uh, you gonna take Mrs. Briscoe
back to the fort?
Mrs. Briscoe?
If there were a Mrs. Briscoe,
I'd have to take her back to the fort.
- She'd be charged with murder.
- We'll testify what happened,
how Briscoe was out of his head.
Colonel Briscoe, my superior officer,
established the fact
that there is no Mrs. Briscoe.
- She's right there...
- Mr. Favor, this concerns the army.
Colonel Briscoe was a famous soldier.
There's only one way
for a famous soldier to die.
Colonel Briscoe was killed in action.
Sergeant Gary.
Yes, sir.
Colonel Briscoe was killed in action, sir.
- Can your men be trusted?
- Oh, they can be trusted, all right.
If Mrs. Briscoe...
If the Tonkawa can be persuaded to remain
on the reservation for a little while longer,
I'll see to it that they get permission to
leave it for the purpose of hunting buffalo.
I'm sending the boy back to the reservation.
Mrs. Briscoe?
Cayula.
Cayula, you're going back
with your son to your people?
I'll never see you again,
so there's nothing for me to say.
It is better for you to say nothing,
Major Harper,
except goodbye.
And thank you.
Goodbye.
Rowdy, better ride with Cayula and the baby
and see they get
to the reservation all right.
All right.
- Boss?
- Uh, yeah?
While that major's making sure
the Indians get a chance to hunt,
they're gonna starve to death.
Yeah, that's right.
Well, something oughta be done about it.
That's right. But, uh,
nothing we can do legitimately.
Well, there is. Why...
Except the last few weeks,
we've picked up a lot of scrub cattle
that's hardly worth dragging to Abilene.
Bet you couldn't get a nickel for them.
I wonder if them Indians could be persuaded
to take them off our hands.
Well, we could sure try.
Yeah. We could try.
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