Rawhide (1959–1965): Season 4, Episode 26 - Reunion - full transcript
The drive is preparing to cross Pawnee territory is helped finding water by their old scout Pete Nolan. At the same time an arrogant, Indian-hating, foolish U.S. General does everything wrong leading to the creation of the groundwork for an Indian war. Army scout Pete Nolan arranged for the Army to deliver 500 cattle to the starving Pawnee and finalize a peace treaty. But the newly arrived General countermands this, wants to apprehend the Chief because the Chief's son and a few other Indians have become renegades and even arrests Pete for disobeying his orders when Pete detours their trip to warn Favor. What's worse, the General won't even let his officer son, a new officer out of West Point, guide Favor and the drive through Indian territory for the drive's safety. His son and Pete against the General's order try to deliver the 150 scrub cattle Favor planned to give the Pawnee for safe passage. The Pawnee refuse the smaller herd and the son is arrested. All of this is finally resolved, but not before tragedy befalls both fathers, the General and the Chief.
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 thought I told you all
to take it easy on that water.
I been nursin' this jug
for about a week.
Now, how long do you think
I can stretch out one canteen?
All right, tell Wish
to fill it half up, no more.
And that's gotta last y'all
'til we get new.
Oh, I've seen my run
of dry holes before,
but never this many in a row.
And what you doin' back here?
I come to tell you I found
something awful strange.
You ought to see it.
I can't get Mushy to stop starin' at it.
Ain't got any time for any jokes today.
You won't believe it.
You gotta see it for yourself.
Boss, you tell me I'm crazy
and don't see what I see,
I'll believe you.
But I hope you're wrong.
Aw, it's sweet.
Sweet as Texas sugar. Mmm.
Hey, it's from Pete.
"Just in case you miss this one, boss,
"only waterhole for miles around.
"The eagle's claw was given me
by a Pawnee chief Gray Hawk.
"He said it was so that sharp
eyes would watch out for me
"and guide my trail.
Maybe it will do that for all of you. Pete. "
Now this is what I call a real friend...
when he's around even when he ain't.
Ol' son of a gun.
Well, if he's this close by,
why didn't he wait and say hello?
When you're an Army scout
your time isn't your own.
You're a busy man.
Even you ought'a know that!
Well, here's to you, Pete,
wherever you are.
It's too bad your son had to
bust loose like that, Gray Hawk.
But I expect with all of his experience,
General Perry has run across
this kind of thing before.
Scout Nolan, do you know
this man General Perry?
Not personally,
but everybody's heard about him.
I know him. From across
the sight of my gun, I know him.
Well, that was
a long time ago, wasn't it?
You're both intelligent men.
And neither of you wants war.
So this thing is going
to work out all right.
Many months ago
when you and I clasped hands,
it felt good in my heart.
But now you mention the man
you call General Perry,
it does not feel so.
He's got a tough reputation, all right.
But he wouldn't be out here
if the government didn't want
to make peace with you.
Why do you say
"The man called General Perry. "
Years ago he was a captain,
a harsh captain without forgiveness.
he was known to us as the Timber Wolf.
The soldiers call him Old Iron Pants.
Scout Nolan, you have been
a friend of my people.
That is why
I put my hand upon your hand
and turned my face from war.
But for a long time it seemed
our good words were not heard.
Well, Washington
is many miles from here.
It takes time for words to travel.
But at last General Perry
is on his way here to see you.
My people are hungry.
The young men are restless.
General Perry is delivering
500 head of cattle to you
as a sign of good faith
from the government.
My warriors have not yet
learned to live without death.
Well, that takes time, too,
among all people.
But when you sit down
with General Perry,
you will make our clasping of
hands into a treaty of peace.
We'll meet in Black Canyon
in 4 days.
Until then I will offer my prayers.
Yeah, I might just say a couple myself.
Whoa! Whoa!
Corporal, dismount patrol.
Patrol, prepare to dismount!
Dismount!
Take a 10 minute rest, men.
Is it much farther
to Spanish Wells, Mr. Nolan?
Oh, we're gonna
be there before nightfall.
Thanks.
Be pretty happy to see your father again?
Mmm. Yeah.
I bet it's a proud feeling
to call General Augustus Perry your father.
Yeah, I've always
been proud of him, Mr. Nolan.
I guess it's a little hard, though,
trying to live up to him.
You'll make it, Lieutenant.
You got a good head on your
shoulders and you're young.
Oh, I've always looked up
to my father, Mr. Nolan.
I guess that's why I'm
a little nervous meeting him.
Ah, just because he's a general?
He's still your pa.
He's never seen me in uniform.
What about when you graduated
from West Point?
My father did not
attend the ceremonies.
The Inspector General of the Army
is a very busy man, Mr. Nolan.
Yeah, but you were a cadet
for 4 years before that.
My father has never set foot
in West Point.
But... But he didn't forget me
when I received my commission.
He sent me something I cherish
more than anything in the world.
And what was that?
These were his.
They were given to him
on the field of battle
during the Mexican War...
when he distinguished himself
sufficiently
to win the Medal of Honor.
It takes broad shoulders, Mr. Nolan,
just to bear the weight of them.
I bet it does.
Ah, they seem to be alone,
Mr. Nolan.
Where are their cattle
and the wranglers?
Ah, he's probably got 'em
stashed down in there somewhere.
Can't blame a man
for not wantin' to drown
in the smell of cattle.
Chh. Chh.
General?
Thank you, Morgan.
Well, what makes you feel so good?
Oh, just bein' here,
rememberin' the old days.
The old days my neck!
I know you almost as well
as you know me
You've been looking
like a mother hen
ever since we got here.
All right, General.
So it's gonna be good
seein' the kid again.
I wonder how he turned out.
Like all the rest of them,
no doubt, from West Point...
book learning, polished boots,
shiny fingernails.
Ah, not your son, General.
I'll bet on that.
Ah, you'll be proud as punch.
Just as she would.
Oh, you think so, Morgan?
He was always
more her boy than mine.
Well, it's only natural,
General,
with you away fightin'
most of the time.
But 5 years is a long time.
Matt's a man now.
Ah, let's hope he's made it.
Bein' who he is he'll have
to make it twice over
before you're satisfied.
Sergeant Morgan!
Matt!
Ah, Matt, it's good
to see you again, boy. How...
Beggin' your pardon,
Lieutenant Perry, sir!
I'll notify the general of your arrival.
Oh, Matt! Come on, boy,
your father's waiting.
Mr. Nolan.
Sir, Lt. Perry has arrived
with the patrol.
Show him in, Sergeant.
Hello, Father.
Mr. Perry,
you're out of uniform.
Didn't they teach you
at West Point
how to dress properly?
Well, yes, sir. It's... It's just
that out here in the west,
it's not so strict.
There's only one acceptable
reply to my statement,
Mr. Perry.
That reply is: "No excuse, sir. "
No excuse, sir.
Sir, Lt. Perry, reporting
to the general as ordered!
Sir, this is Scout Nolan.
The former cattle drover,
who exceeded his authority
and made an unauthorized peace
with the Indians.
Sir, as soon as
his general is ready,
I am prepared to take him
to the camp of the Pawnee chief,
Gray Hawk.
Since you've got 500 head
of cattle to deliver,
perhaps my experience
as a drover might come in handy.
At the present time I am not
going to see Gray Hawk.
Tomorrow morning you'll escort
me directly to Ft. McClintock.
There'll be no cattle
for the Pawnees.
I've sent the beeves back
to the ranch they came from.
Gray Hawk is waiting to see you,
sir. And he needs that beef.
He'll see me, Mr. Nolan,
At the head
of a troop of cavalry.
Gray Hawk wants peace.
And he'll get it, along with
the rest of his tribe.
before a firing squad
or in a federal prison.
Just listen to this.
"Wagon train attacked
near Twin Forks...
"Ranch of J.B. Goodley burned,
7 horses stolen...
Raid on the town of Dry Gulche,
general store ransacked. "
These reports were handed to me
when I arrived here in the West.
Why weren't they sent on
to Washington?
They were, sir.
It's just that those raids
took place
in the last week or two.
But they took place!
Are these the Indians
you want me
to make a treaty of peace with?
And sweeten it
with 500 head of cattle?
These raids were pulled by
Wild Horse and a few followers.
And nobody was killed, sir.
I suppose we should be grateful
for small favors.
Nevertheless,
Wild Horse is a Pawnee
and the son of the chief,
to boot!
General, it's been almost
8 months since Gray Hawk
shook hands with me
and declared for peace.
Since then the Indians have been
waiting for some sign
that the government
wanted that peace.
Waiting?
Do you call this waiting?
Gray Hawk is a man of honor.
He no more wanted those raids
than you do, sir!
And you can't punish a whole tribe for...
If Gray Hawk
has grown so old and senile
that he can't keep
his own son in line,
then he's unfit
to make treaties of peace
since he'd be unable
to enforce them.
Therefore, tomorrow morning
we'll proceed to Ft. McClintock.
We'll obtain troops.
We'll arrest Gray Hawk,
Wild Horse
and everybody else involved.
And we'll punish them
for their crimes.
Mr. Perry,
you haven't said very much.
I gather you're in agreement
with Mr. Nolan.
Yes, sir.
I agree with Mr. Nolan.
Why do you agree with Mr. Nolan?
Do they instruct you
at West Point, Mr. Perry,
to ignore the questions
of a superior officer?
I don't hate
the Indians the way you do, sir.
There are good ones and bad
ones, just like everybody else.
And I think we owe them
something.
We've... We've driven them
off their land
and killed their buffalo.
Are you finished, Mr. Perry?
Yes, sir.
We'll depart
tomorrow morning at 7:00.
Good afternoon, gentlemen.
He's still her little boy,
Morgan. Heh.
Strange that such sweet
gentleness in a woman
should come out
as weakness in a man.
No matter how you cut it,
Lieutenant,
he could at least had supper with you
after all this time.
Ah, don't be too harsh with him,
Mr. Nolan.
He's a strange man.
That's putting it politely.
He always was a kind of a loner.
All my life, I remember from
one Army post to the other,
he wouldn't have anything to do
with any of the other officers
except in the line of duty.
The only man he ever would talk
to was Sgt. Morgan
They were enlisted men
together once.
Don't surprise me nobody'd want
anything to do with him.
I'm sorry, Lieutenant.
I shouldn't-a said that.
Ah, that's all right.
My mother, she never
seemed to mind the loneliness.
He was in the field a lot.
And she just lived for the times
when they were together.
She loved him very much,
and he loved her.
He wasn't like this then,
not at home.
I remember he used to laugh.
And one day, she took fever
and died
before the night was out.
It was at a post in
the Arizona Territory.
I was just 12.
He was away, fighting Apaches.
By the time he got back,
she was buried.
He was different after that.
I never saw him laugh again.
You know, almost all of his career,
they've called him Old Iron Pants.
I never could really quite believe
it was him they... they meant it for.
It was always as if the man
they called Iron Pants
was somebody else,
not my father at all.
Do I have the general's
permission to turn in, sir?
Yep.
Morgan.
Yes, sir.
He's a fine-looking boy,
isn't he?
He's a fine-looking man, sir.
It's just you ain't got eyes
to see it yet.
47...
48...
49...
50, sir.
Whew.
Ahh. That air.
We don't have anything
like that back east.
General,
I'd like to show something else
you don't have back east.
Do you remember
how to read those?
Pawnee smoke-signals.
Perfectly, Mr. Nolan.
General,
you've given your order.
But I ask you, sir,
please reconsider it.
At least go and have
a talk with Gray Hawk.
Would you, sir? Would you
give Gray Hawk a chance
to prove he wants peace?
He'll get that chance
to turn himself in
with Wild Horse
and the other hostiles.
Then maybe I'll begin
to believe it.
General, the Pawnees are hungry.
That's no concern of mine.
Well, it is a concern of mine,
a big concern.
Those Indians didn't make their
big hunt this year
because Gray Hawk told them
the government was going
to feed them.
Now it's too late
for the Pawnees to hunt.
The game is all gone.
They're not just going
to sit there and starve.
They're gonna go and look for
food wherever they can find it.
And that's gonna mean one thing:
fighting, killing.
Mr. Nolan,
there's something involved here
that's more important
than a tribe of wild Indians.
There's government principle,
government policy.
I'm not going to put
the United States government
in the position
of being blackmailed
by a bunch of wild Indians.
My order remains unchanged.
All right, General,
you're calling the shot.
I have one other request
I'd like to make of you.
And that is?
There's a cattle drive
on it's way to Abilene.
Request the general's permission
to guide the troops
to the drive and escort them
through Pawnee territory.
Indian attack is an occupational
hazard of driving cattle.
Permission denied.
It'd only be a day or two
out of our way!
Permission denied!
Then let me ride out there
and warn them
we're bringing the trouble on.
That's the least we can do.
Mr. Nolan,
when you signed on as a scout,
you took an oath
of loyalty and obedience.
Your responsibility
is to the Army
not to a gang of Texas drovers.
My orders are that you will
guide us to Ft. McClintock
by the most direct
and expeditious route.
General Perry...
That's an explicit, direct,
and clear order.
And that's the end of it.
Mr. Perry, your patrol will be
ready to move out in 18 minutes.
Yes, sir.
Quince.
Yeah, I been watching it, Boss.
Can you make 'em out?
Nope. Not all the way.
This is one of those times,
I really miss Pete.
He could read those
like yesterday's newspaper.
What are you doin' here?
I thought you were supposed
to be at the river crossing.
I was just there.
You're supposed to wait 'til
the Pawnee got there.
Well, that's just it.
There are no Pawnees there.
What?
Not a one.
I never made a drive to Abilene
when we didn't have to buy off
those Indians with scrubs.
You complainin' not havin'
to give up 150 animals?
Yeah, let's not knock good luck.
I don't know.
I'd just feel a lot safer
if those Pawnee were out
where we could see 'em.
Mr. Nolan, I haven't
been in this part of country
since Fort McClintock was built.
But from my reading of the map,
we should've been there by now.
I'm taking you there
the best way I know, sir.
Advance!
Orders or no orders, General,
I wasn't going to let them
get bushwhacked.
Mr. Nolan, you will consider
yourself under arrest
for direct disregard
of an order.
And inasmuch as
we're at war with the Indians,
it will come
under the Articles of War
concerning disobedience
on the field of battle.
Sir.
Did you know anything
about this, Mr. Perry?
The lieutenant knew nothing
about this.
He's new out here.
He doesn't know the country.
Now, if you'll excuse me.
Mr. Perry, was Mr. Nolan
telling the truth?
Were you aware that he was
disregarding orders?
I knew nothing about it, sir.
All right, Mr. Nolan
may be attempting desertion.
Have your troop follow him.
Did you hear all that, Morgan?
Yes, sir.
Yeah, well, he's not only
a weakling. He's a liar.
Ah, you're a holy terror,
General.
Why, I lied to you
100 times myself.
Follow me!
Pick it up, butter-fingers!
Yes, sir, Mr. Wishbone.
Mr. Mushgrove,
let me see your hands.
I could'a swore you had
nothin' but 10 thumbs.
Now, Mr. Nolan, you oughtta know
by now I don't take...
- Pete!
- Wish.
Good afternoon, Mr. Nolan.
Well, it still smells like
you're cooking the same thing
you been cooking for 5 years.
Now, don't you start
belittlin' my cookin'!
Don't look like that Army grub's
got you any prettier.
I'll tell you the truth,
Wishbone.
It's just been plumb awful.
A lot of times
I'd be sittin' there eatin'
fried prairie dog or roast mule.
And I'd think of the amazing
things you could fix
out of just plumb nothin'.
- Hey, Pete!
- Hi.
Hey, everybody! Pete's here!
Oh, and what hole
did you crawl out of?
- Did you quit the Army?
- Good to see ya.
We would've been lost
without you, Pete.
That's the plain faced truth.
What brought you back?
The smell of beeves?
We got your messages.
And got the good luck piece.
'Tisn't every cattle drive's
got it's own guardian angel.
That flag was so beautiful,
Mr. Nolan,
standin' there all alone.
What'd you do?
Bring it with you?
Oh, no, I left it there
for other people to see it.
Hey, Mushy,
when I left the drive,
I gave you a pair of spurs.
What'd you do? Lose 'em?
Oh, no, Mr. Nolan. I wouldn't
do anything like that!
Fat chance he'd ever lose 'em.
He spends half of every day
polishing 'em!
Say, what are you doing
around here anyway?
You want your job back,
you got it like that.
Nah, it's not that, Mr. Favor.
Well, Mr. Nolan,
to your first military offense,
you've now added a second...
attempted desertion.
Huh? What's he talkin'
about, Pete?
Mr. Favor, this is General Perry.
I'll let him tell you.
General Perry...
now that rings a bell.
I'll save you the effort of
trying to remember, Mr. Favor.
You're probably more familiar
with the name Old Iron Pants.
Yeah, sure!
I led a company of Texas mounted
against you at Chickamauga.
Did you?
Hey, Pete,
I still don't understand
what is all this about
military offense,
attemptin' to desert.
Well, that's not
too important now, Mr. Favor.
What's important is those
Pawnees are liable to break out.
And if they do, the first thing
they're going to do is hit this herd.
Break out?
The Pawnees have always behaved
themselves pretty well.
Give 'em a couple of scrubs,
they go way happy.
The Pawnees are raiding again.
Not the Pawnees, General.
Just Wild Horse
and a few followers.
And just how come the Pawnees
are gonna turn against us?
Because the general was supposed
to deliver 500 head of cattle
to Gray Hawk to seal
a treaty of peace.
He sent the beef back
where it came from,
and now he's gonna take prisoners.
That's the primary mission
of the Army in the west...
to punish Indians for incursions.
The Pawnees are hungry.
They were countin' on that beef.
Now, they know
they're not gonna get it.
They're gonna look for food.
And the nearest place
there is is right here.
And that's why you came...
to warn us.
I figure you got a better chance
if you know they're comin'.
So this was
his military offense?
Mr. Nolan is working for the
Army, Mr. Favor, not for you.
His orders were to escort me
to Ft. McClintock
by the most direct route,
not to take a 2-day detour,
to make social visit
to old friends.
Social visit? Saving our lives?
This is military business,
Mr. Favor, not yours.
I'm not required to explain
my judgment or my decisions.
If our herd is liable
to attack from starving Indians,
it is plenty of our business.
Now that you've made this mess,
what're you gonna do about it?
You gonna give us
some protection?
We could do that, General.
The trail to Ft. McClintock
follows almost the same
as the cattle trail,
at least until we're
out of Indian territory.
Cattle move at the rate
of about 5 or 6 miles a day.
That would delay my arrival
at Ft. McClintock by almost a week.
The way I understand it, General,
you do have another mission
out here... protecting civilians.
And before
you make any final decisions,
I think I ought to point out
to you that I have 25 men.
Seems like you got
less than a dozen.
If it did come
to an Indian attack,
protection might be
the other way around.
Well, you... you do make sense,
Mr. Favor.
All right, we'll combine our forces
until we're through the area of danger.
Who's your most experienced man?
Cpl. Bennett, sir.
Summon him.
- Cpl. Bennett.
- Yes, sir.
Come with me.
Cpl. Bennett, you will ride
immediately to Ft. McClintock
rejoin us here with every man
that can be spared
from the garrison there.
Look, General,
there doesn't need to be
any Indian trouble at all.
We got 150 head of scrub that
we were gonna give them anyway.
That'll hold 'em for a while.
I'll give no food
to hostile Indians.
How come you got such
a big hate on for the Indians?
I don't hate the Indians,
Mr. Favor. I hate the enemy.
Well, when do they stop
bein' the enemy?
When they're dead.
Well now, that might fit
every man here, General.
We were the enemy.
But we ain't dead yet.
- You know where Gray Hawk is?
- Yeah.
Would you take those scrubs
and deliver 'em to him?
Yes, sir, I sure will.
Mr. Nolan, at the present time
you are under arrest
and face a long term
in military prison.
If you see fit
to disobey me once again,
I'll see to it personally
that you face a firing squad.
It was my recollection,
Corporal,
that I'd given you an order.
Yes, sir.
Good day, gentlemen.
Request the general's
permission to speak.
All right, Mr. Perry.
I wish to report to the general
that I have just inspected
the guards.
Everything is in order, sir.
Thank you.
May I continue, sir?
Continue, please.
Sir, I bear a commission
in the United States Army.
It gives me the right
to express my own judgment.
That's correct.
Sir, I believe the general's
method of handling
the present emergency
is entirely wrong.
Continue, please, Mr. Perry.
Sir, I believe that Gray Hawk
should be given
those 150 scrubs.
I believe further
that the general
should confer
with Gray Hawk immediately
in an effort
to avoid a full-scale war.
Yes, Mr. Perry.
General, supposing you're right.
Supposing Gray Hawk
does take the beeves
and then betrays his own word.
I mean, what would we lose?
150 scrawny animals.
Aren't they worth that
in... in a gamble for peace?
Are you asking a question, Mr. Perry?
Yes, sir.
Then the answer is that
in my judgment
there is no gamble involved.
I know Gray Hawk
to be a treacherous man.
These raids
of the past few weeks
continue a pattern
that has stretched out
over the last 20 years.
The only good that beef would do
would be to, well,
give the Pawnees full bellies
to fight the war on.
My decision remains unchanged.
I should like to inform
the general
that as soon as
we reach Ft. McClintock
I intend to go on record as
having opposed that decision.
That is also your privilege,
Mr. Perry.
When you have your statement
down on paper,
if you'll bring it to me,
I'll endorse it.
What did I tell you, General?
Your son is a man.
Every word he said made sense
and you know it!
Just you're too blasted
bull-headed to break down
and admit that he's right,
and you're wrong!
Sgt. Morgan!
Yes, sir!
Look, Pete, you can't do it.
That old fool said
he'd have you shot.
He's just mean enough to do it!
Losin' the herd
ain't even worth it!
It's more than just you
and the herd now, Mr. Favor.
If those Pawnees start a war
this whole country's gonna
be running in blood.
Only way you can stop me
is just tell me
I can't have those scrubs.
No, I ain't tell you that, Pete.
Well, I will.
I've been expecting
something like this.
Mr. Perry, you will dismount and
consider yourself under arrest.
Mr. Nolan, we're waiting on you.
I order you to get off
that horse immediately!
General, you can give orders
'til you're blue in the face
but you're not going to stop us!
We're going to take
those scrubs to Gray Hawk
and pray that it's not too late.
After that, General,
you can deal with me
as you see fit.
You'll face a court-martial!
That is your privilege,
General.
And there's just one more thing
you ought to know.
I lied when I told you
I didn't know Mr. Nolan
was leading us to the herd.
I knew it and approved it
from the beginning.
And now, sir,
please let go of those reins.
Sergeant, call the guard!
- Let go of them!
- Sergeant!
Well, General,
you finally got to hear
what you wanted to hear.
Order!
These men will be
driving cattle,
that will slow them to a walk.
You will pursue, arrest them,
and bring them back here.
Yes, sir.
Should they attempt resistance,
you will use whatever measures
are necessary.
Trooper, you have your orders.
Sir.
It's Cpl. Bennett, sir.
Looks like there ain't gonna be
any reinforcements, General.
Maybe you'd better keep
those men here.
We'll double the guard.
Just sit tight here
until we find out if Pete and
the others made it to Gray Hawk,
and if they could get him
to call off this war.
Logan and Bavero,
give me a hand here!
Howdy, Boss.
Mr. Favor.
The general requests
your presence at his tent.
Old Iron Pants
has a request, huh?
Well, I guess
we'd better snap to.
Think the general
might suffer through
if I had a cup of coffee first?
I've made some fresh, Mr. Favor.
Uh, Mr. Favor, I...
Yeah?
I wish I could make
you understand
the general a little better.
Right, I wish you could, too.
Mr. Favor's here, sir.
Huh? Oh. Send him in.
Good evening, Mr. Favor.
Sit down, won't you?
I've just been informed
that you've made your rounds,
and I was wondering
is everything quiet?
So far.
So far? You expecting trouble?
You're the Indian expert.
Yeah...
Tell, Mr. Favor,
what was your rank in the Army?
Captain.
Ah, good rank.
Best rank there is.
Enough authority
to make a few decisions
and, well,
very little responsibility.
Is that how you found it?
I ain't an officer no more
if this goin' to be
an officer-to-officer talk.
Thank you.
Tell me, Mr. Favor,
how long do you think
it will take them
to reach Gray Hawk?
Should be there by now,
if they made it.
If they made it?
Four men, four determined men
ought to be able
to watch out for themselves.
Pete and the two drovers,
they can handle themselves.
So can my son, Mr. Favor.
So can my son.
He's a soldier.
Well, we'll know soon enough,
tomorrow or the next day.
Tell me, Mr. Favor,
do you think
they'll return here?
That is if nothing prevents them
from doing so.
If you're worried about Pete,
he never run from nothing
in his life.
And he won't run
from your court-martial.
I believe I can say the same
for my son.
Thank you, Mr. Favor,
that will be all.
Mr. Favor.
It's... it's been extremely difficult
for me to accept my son
as a grown man, as an officer.
Yeah. That's pretty plain
to see. Good night.
I wanted to talk to him, Morgan,
about Matt.
What prevented
my talking to him
when I needed to so much?
Just like everything else,
General, it takes practice.
Ah.
Favor, this is Gray Hawk.
Gray Hawk. What's he doin' here?
Those scrubs he made us
bring 'em back.
Of course he'd turn down
a few scrubs
when he's got his eye
on 3,000 fat beeves.
You're wrong, General.
Once again you're dead wrong.
Well, I'm awfully glad
you're here, Gray Hawk.
Saves me the trouble of chasing
you all over the territory.
I have come to talk
to my old enemy, Timber Wolf.
There's nothing to be said
until your son is arrested
and punished for his crimes.
I demand to speak now!
By what right do you demand?
Old enemies have claims on each other
the same as old friends.
You'd better listen to him,
General.
Half of his braves have defected
and the other half
are ready to follow.
All the more reason
for not bothering with him.
General, there's still time
to prevent this war!
By doing what?
You will take 500 head of cattle...
the exact amount promised,
no more and no less...
bring them to Black Canyon
for all my people to see.
I thought we'd get back to that.
Timber Wolf, hear me well.
I have brought my people
to peace.
I told them this government
would feed them.
I told them that what I'd
promised would come to pass.
And then they learned
this great general
was not going to make a treaty,
that there would be no food
for their wives and children.
My people lost faith in me.
Many men walked away.
Said I lost the respect
of the white man.
Timber Wolf,
my people do not want war.
But I tell you now
they will fight
before they see
their families starve.
Come to Black Canyon with me.
Give me back the respect
of my people
and there will be no war.
It's too late for that now,
Gray Hawk.
Your son has made it too late.
It's true.
He has done many things.
He should be punished.
Am I to understand
that you approve
of your son being punished?
He has violated my word.
He has hurt his people.
Where is Wild Horse?
I do not know.
Heh, you do not know...
Makes it pretty safe to talk
about punishing him, doesn't it?
You almost had me fooled,
Gray Hawk. Heh.
With all the experience I've had
with the false noble face of the Indian,
you almost had me fooled.
He's your prisoner, Mr. Perry.
You forget, sir,
I am under arrest myself.
Mr. Perry, you are wearing a uniform,
and I gave you an order.
Yes, General, you gave me an order.
I will arrest Gray Hawk.
And what happens after that
will be on your head,
your conscience, if you have one.
Mr. Perry, you are an officer
in the United States Army.
Are you trying to excuse
the outrages committed
by this man's son?
Wild Horse is guilty
of being true to his creed.
And you, sir,
are guilty of the same offense!
Mr. Perry!
Only Wild Horse is a savage and a boy.
And you're supposed to be
a civilized man, an officer,
charged with a responsibility.
You're indulging yourself, sir,
and you don't have that right!
Forgive me, Chief.
Well...
the second half of the circus.
First the righteous whine
of the father,
then when that doesn't work,
the son.
Heh. I thought you didn't know
where Wild Horse was.
He did not come with me.
I did not know he was here.
Wild Horse, put down that rifle
and call in
those who follow you.
My father, you are a fool.
I may be a fool.
But I'm still your chief!
Put down that gun!
My father, you are nobody's chief.
The Pawnees now call me chief!
My warriors will take cattle,
all the cattle they need.
But first I will take you.
Naturally, and then
when the Army runs you down,
you'll have something to bargain with.
Now...
This camp is surrounded.
The country's
filled with more Pawnees.
By the hundreds they leave
the tribe to join me!
You will come with me, Timber Wolf
or everyone here will die.
And the first one to die will be you!
I think you will come
with me now, Timber Wolf.
Wild Horse, my son,
the general is a famous man.
The soldiers will not rest
until they destroy every Pawnee.
Old man, you are yesterday.
This is today and tomorrow!
When you were young
you were a great warrior.
But now you're old and you're tired,
and you want your people
to be old and tired, too.
I only want my people
to live in peace!
You have had your wars, Old Man.
Do not try to deny me mine.
Each man must prove himself
so that he knows he's a man.
Timber Wolf,
you will come with me now.
Timber Wolf, I speak for the last time.
Does that prove I want peace?
It proves your contempt
for human life
even the life of your son!
Pawnees!
Pawnees, stop!
- Ah.
- Ugh.
Whew.
Take that belt off. Whew.
Pawnees, I am your chief!
Where are you going?
To get Gray Hawk
before somebody kills him.
Mr. Perry, you will not.
You still got to stop this war.
If you haven't got Gray Hawk,
you haven't got anybody
to stop it with!
Matt, come back here!
Pawnees, hear me!
The one who is my son is dead!
Matt!
Does this prove anything,
General Perry?
Ugh.
No, Matt!
Pawnees, obey me!
Put down your rifles!
We will turn our backs on war
and live with honor
among the people from the East.
I'm your friend!
I've never betrayed you.
You dishonor your chief
in the eyes of the white man.
Now, obey him! Come on out!
Order! Hum.
We have both killed our sons,
Timber Wolf.
Is that enough to buy the peace?
Gray Hawk...
It is a strange thing.
Both you and my son wanted war.
That can be forgiven in youth
who wants to be a man,
but who can forgive an old
and stupid man who is a general?
Gray Hawk.
For our treaty.
I take your hand to bind the peace,
not as one man
takes the hand of another.
Mr. Favor, I'd like your permission
to commandeer
500 head of your best beef.
I'll give you a military voucher.
And I'll ride with you,
Gray Hawk, to Black Canyon.
And we'll make our peace.
And then, Timber Wolf,
climb to the top of the highest hill
and try to make your peace with God.
Well, it's time for me
to be making tracks.
Eh, sure hate to see you
going off again, Pete.
One thing's sure,
much as we could use you,
the Army sure needs you more.
And we'll make full use of him,
I can assure you of that, Mr. Favor.
I'd like you to know
that I am dropping all charges
against Mr. Nolan.
That's very generous of you, General.
Thank you, sir.
Mr. Favor.
Yes, General.
We may never cross paths again.
Sorry. I can't say that
that's going to bother me a bit.
I... I can realize that.
But I want you to know
that no matter how old one is,
one is never too old to learn.
Wild Horse could have learned
from his father.
As for me, well, I've been
graced to learn from my son.
I'd like you to believe that.
Still seems like
the wrong people got hurt.
Mr. Favor, sir,
General Perry would be glad
to exchange places with his son
instead of having to remember
for the rest of his life that...
that he killed him.
Well, you get tired of that Army chow,
well, just come on back to us.
Yeah, I'll, do that, Wish.
I'll do that.
Take care now.
- Bye.
- Bye.
Take it easy.
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
I thought I told you all
to take it easy on that water.
I been nursin' this jug
for about a week.
Now, how long do you think
I can stretch out one canteen?
All right, tell Wish
to fill it half up, no more.
And that's gotta last y'all
'til we get new.
Oh, I've seen my run
of dry holes before,
but never this many in a row.
And what you doin' back here?
I come to tell you I found
something awful strange.
You ought to see it.
I can't get Mushy to stop starin' at it.
Ain't got any time for any jokes today.
You won't believe it.
You gotta see it for yourself.
Boss, you tell me I'm crazy
and don't see what I see,
I'll believe you.
But I hope you're wrong.
Aw, it's sweet.
Sweet as Texas sugar. Mmm.
Hey, it's from Pete.
"Just in case you miss this one, boss,
"only waterhole for miles around.
"The eagle's claw was given me
by a Pawnee chief Gray Hawk.
"He said it was so that sharp
eyes would watch out for me
"and guide my trail.
Maybe it will do that for all of you. Pete. "
Now this is what I call a real friend...
when he's around even when he ain't.
Ol' son of a gun.
Well, if he's this close by,
why didn't he wait and say hello?
When you're an Army scout
your time isn't your own.
You're a busy man.
Even you ought'a know that!
Well, here's to you, Pete,
wherever you are.
It's too bad your son had to
bust loose like that, Gray Hawk.
But I expect with all of his experience,
General Perry has run across
this kind of thing before.
Scout Nolan, do you know
this man General Perry?
Not personally,
but everybody's heard about him.
I know him. From across
the sight of my gun, I know him.
Well, that was
a long time ago, wasn't it?
You're both intelligent men.
And neither of you wants war.
So this thing is going
to work out all right.
Many months ago
when you and I clasped hands,
it felt good in my heart.
But now you mention the man
you call General Perry,
it does not feel so.
He's got a tough reputation, all right.
But he wouldn't be out here
if the government didn't want
to make peace with you.
Why do you say
"The man called General Perry. "
Years ago he was a captain,
a harsh captain without forgiveness.
he was known to us as the Timber Wolf.
The soldiers call him Old Iron Pants.
Scout Nolan, you have been
a friend of my people.
That is why
I put my hand upon your hand
and turned my face from war.
But for a long time it seemed
our good words were not heard.
Well, Washington
is many miles from here.
It takes time for words to travel.
But at last General Perry
is on his way here to see you.
My people are hungry.
The young men are restless.
General Perry is delivering
500 head of cattle to you
as a sign of good faith
from the government.
My warriors have not yet
learned to live without death.
Well, that takes time, too,
among all people.
But when you sit down
with General Perry,
you will make our clasping of
hands into a treaty of peace.
We'll meet in Black Canyon
in 4 days.
Until then I will offer my prayers.
Yeah, I might just say a couple myself.
Whoa! Whoa!
Corporal, dismount patrol.
Patrol, prepare to dismount!
Dismount!
Take a 10 minute rest, men.
Is it much farther
to Spanish Wells, Mr. Nolan?
Oh, we're gonna
be there before nightfall.
Thanks.
Be pretty happy to see your father again?
Mmm. Yeah.
I bet it's a proud feeling
to call General Augustus Perry your father.
Yeah, I've always
been proud of him, Mr. Nolan.
I guess it's a little hard, though,
trying to live up to him.
You'll make it, Lieutenant.
You got a good head on your
shoulders and you're young.
Oh, I've always looked up
to my father, Mr. Nolan.
I guess that's why I'm
a little nervous meeting him.
Ah, just because he's a general?
He's still your pa.
He's never seen me in uniform.
What about when you graduated
from West Point?
My father did not
attend the ceremonies.
The Inspector General of the Army
is a very busy man, Mr. Nolan.
Yeah, but you were a cadet
for 4 years before that.
My father has never set foot
in West Point.
But... But he didn't forget me
when I received my commission.
He sent me something I cherish
more than anything in the world.
And what was that?
These were his.
They were given to him
on the field of battle
during the Mexican War...
when he distinguished himself
sufficiently
to win the Medal of Honor.
It takes broad shoulders, Mr. Nolan,
just to bear the weight of them.
I bet it does.
Ah, they seem to be alone,
Mr. Nolan.
Where are their cattle
and the wranglers?
Ah, he's probably got 'em
stashed down in there somewhere.
Can't blame a man
for not wantin' to drown
in the smell of cattle.
Chh. Chh.
General?
Thank you, Morgan.
Well, what makes you feel so good?
Oh, just bein' here,
rememberin' the old days.
The old days my neck!
I know you almost as well
as you know me
You've been looking
like a mother hen
ever since we got here.
All right, General.
So it's gonna be good
seein' the kid again.
I wonder how he turned out.
Like all the rest of them,
no doubt, from West Point...
book learning, polished boots,
shiny fingernails.
Ah, not your son, General.
I'll bet on that.
Ah, you'll be proud as punch.
Just as she would.
Oh, you think so, Morgan?
He was always
more her boy than mine.
Well, it's only natural,
General,
with you away fightin'
most of the time.
But 5 years is a long time.
Matt's a man now.
Ah, let's hope he's made it.
Bein' who he is he'll have
to make it twice over
before you're satisfied.
Sergeant Morgan!
Matt!
Ah, Matt, it's good
to see you again, boy. How...
Beggin' your pardon,
Lieutenant Perry, sir!
I'll notify the general of your arrival.
Oh, Matt! Come on, boy,
your father's waiting.
Mr. Nolan.
Sir, Lt. Perry has arrived
with the patrol.
Show him in, Sergeant.
Hello, Father.
Mr. Perry,
you're out of uniform.
Didn't they teach you
at West Point
how to dress properly?
Well, yes, sir. It's... It's just
that out here in the west,
it's not so strict.
There's only one acceptable
reply to my statement,
Mr. Perry.
That reply is: "No excuse, sir. "
No excuse, sir.
Sir, Lt. Perry, reporting
to the general as ordered!
Sir, this is Scout Nolan.
The former cattle drover,
who exceeded his authority
and made an unauthorized peace
with the Indians.
Sir, as soon as
his general is ready,
I am prepared to take him
to the camp of the Pawnee chief,
Gray Hawk.
Since you've got 500 head
of cattle to deliver,
perhaps my experience
as a drover might come in handy.
At the present time I am not
going to see Gray Hawk.
Tomorrow morning you'll escort
me directly to Ft. McClintock.
There'll be no cattle
for the Pawnees.
I've sent the beeves back
to the ranch they came from.
Gray Hawk is waiting to see you,
sir. And he needs that beef.
He'll see me, Mr. Nolan,
At the head
of a troop of cavalry.
Gray Hawk wants peace.
And he'll get it, along with
the rest of his tribe.
before a firing squad
or in a federal prison.
Just listen to this.
"Wagon train attacked
near Twin Forks...
"Ranch of J.B. Goodley burned,
7 horses stolen...
Raid on the town of Dry Gulche,
general store ransacked. "
These reports were handed to me
when I arrived here in the West.
Why weren't they sent on
to Washington?
They were, sir.
It's just that those raids
took place
in the last week or two.
But they took place!
Are these the Indians
you want me
to make a treaty of peace with?
And sweeten it
with 500 head of cattle?
These raids were pulled by
Wild Horse and a few followers.
And nobody was killed, sir.
I suppose we should be grateful
for small favors.
Nevertheless,
Wild Horse is a Pawnee
and the son of the chief,
to boot!
General, it's been almost
8 months since Gray Hawk
shook hands with me
and declared for peace.
Since then the Indians have been
waiting for some sign
that the government
wanted that peace.
Waiting?
Do you call this waiting?
Gray Hawk is a man of honor.
He no more wanted those raids
than you do, sir!
And you can't punish a whole tribe for...
If Gray Hawk
has grown so old and senile
that he can't keep
his own son in line,
then he's unfit
to make treaties of peace
since he'd be unable
to enforce them.
Therefore, tomorrow morning
we'll proceed to Ft. McClintock.
We'll obtain troops.
We'll arrest Gray Hawk,
Wild Horse
and everybody else involved.
And we'll punish them
for their crimes.
Mr. Perry,
you haven't said very much.
I gather you're in agreement
with Mr. Nolan.
Yes, sir.
I agree with Mr. Nolan.
Why do you agree with Mr. Nolan?
Do they instruct you
at West Point, Mr. Perry,
to ignore the questions
of a superior officer?
I don't hate
the Indians the way you do, sir.
There are good ones and bad
ones, just like everybody else.
And I think we owe them
something.
We've... We've driven them
off their land
and killed their buffalo.
Are you finished, Mr. Perry?
Yes, sir.
We'll depart
tomorrow morning at 7:00.
Good afternoon, gentlemen.
He's still her little boy,
Morgan. Heh.
Strange that such sweet
gentleness in a woman
should come out
as weakness in a man.
No matter how you cut it,
Lieutenant,
he could at least had supper with you
after all this time.
Ah, don't be too harsh with him,
Mr. Nolan.
He's a strange man.
That's putting it politely.
He always was a kind of a loner.
All my life, I remember from
one Army post to the other,
he wouldn't have anything to do
with any of the other officers
except in the line of duty.
The only man he ever would talk
to was Sgt. Morgan
They were enlisted men
together once.
Don't surprise me nobody'd want
anything to do with him.
I'm sorry, Lieutenant.
I shouldn't-a said that.
Ah, that's all right.
My mother, she never
seemed to mind the loneliness.
He was in the field a lot.
And she just lived for the times
when they were together.
She loved him very much,
and he loved her.
He wasn't like this then,
not at home.
I remember he used to laugh.
And one day, she took fever
and died
before the night was out.
It was at a post in
the Arizona Territory.
I was just 12.
He was away, fighting Apaches.
By the time he got back,
she was buried.
He was different after that.
I never saw him laugh again.
You know, almost all of his career,
they've called him Old Iron Pants.
I never could really quite believe
it was him they... they meant it for.
It was always as if the man
they called Iron Pants
was somebody else,
not my father at all.
Do I have the general's
permission to turn in, sir?
Yep.
Morgan.
Yes, sir.
He's a fine-looking boy,
isn't he?
He's a fine-looking man, sir.
It's just you ain't got eyes
to see it yet.
47...
48...
49...
50, sir.
Whew.
Ahh. That air.
We don't have anything
like that back east.
General,
I'd like to show something else
you don't have back east.
Do you remember
how to read those?
Pawnee smoke-signals.
Perfectly, Mr. Nolan.
General,
you've given your order.
But I ask you, sir,
please reconsider it.
At least go and have
a talk with Gray Hawk.
Would you, sir? Would you
give Gray Hawk a chance
to prove he wants peace?
He'll get that chance
to turn himself in
with Wild Horse
and the other hostiles.
Then maybe I'll begin
to believe it.
General, the Pawnees are hungry.
That's no concern of mine.
Well, it is a concern of mine,
a big concern.
Those Indians didn't make their
big hunt this year
because Gray Hawk told them
the government was going
to feed them.
Now it's too late
for the Pawnees to hunt.
The game is all gone.
They're not just going
to sit there and starve.
They're gonna go and look for
food wherever they can find it.
And that's gonna mean one thing:
fighting, killing.
Mr. Nolan,
there's something involved here
that's more important
than a tribe of wild Indians.
There's government principle,
government policy.
I'm not going to put
the United States government
in the position
of being blackmailed
by a bunch of wild Indians.
My order remains unchanged.
All right, General,
you're calling the shot.
I have one other request
I'd like to make of you.
And that is?
There's a cattle drive
on it's way to Abilene.
Request the general's permission
to guide the troops
to the drive and escort them
through Pawnee territory.
Indian attack is an occupational
hazard of driving cattle.
Permission denied.
It'd only be a day or two
out of our way!
Permission denied!
Then let me ride out there
and warn them
we're bringing the trouble on.
That's the least we can do.
Mr. Nolan,
when you signed on as a scout,
you took an oath
of loyalty and obedience.
Your responsibility
is to the Army
not to a gang of Texas drovers.
My orders are that you will
guide us to Ft. McClintock
by the most direct
and expeditious route.
General Perry...
That's an explicit, direct,
and clear order.
And that's the end of it.
Mr. Perry, your patrol will be
ready to move out in 18 minutes.
Yes, sir.
Quince.
Yeah, I been watching it, Boss.
Can you make 'em out?
Nope. Not all the way.
This is one of those times,
I really miss Pete.
He could read those
like yesterday's newspaper.
What are you doin' here?
I thought you were supposed
to be at the river crossing.
I was just there.
You're supposed to wait 'til
the Pawnee got there.
Well, that's just it.
There are no Pawnees there.
What?
Not a one.
I never made a drive to Abilene
when we didn't have to buy off
those Indians with scrubs.
You complainin' not havin'
to give up 150 animals?
Yeah, let's not knock good luck.
I don't know.
I'd just feel a lot safer
if those Pawnee were out
where we could see 'em.
Mr. Nolan, I haven't
been in this part of country
since Fort McClintock was built.
But from my reading of the map,
we should've been there by now.
I'm taking you there
the best way I know, sir.
Advance!
Orders or no orders, General,
I wasn't going to let them
get bushwhacked.
Mr. Nolan, you will consider
yourself under arrest
for direct disregard
of an order.
And inasmuch as
we're at war with the Indians,
it will come
under the Articles of War
concerning disobedience
on the field of battle.
Sir.
Did you know anything
about this, Mr. Perry?
The lieutenant knew nothing
about this.
He's new out here.
He doesn't know the country.
Now, if you'll excuse me.
Mr. Perry, was Mr. Nolan
telling the truth?
Were you aware that he was
disregarding orders?
I knew nothing about it, sir.
All right, Mr. Nolan
may be attempting desertion.
Have your troop follow him.
Did you hear all that, Morgan?
Yes, sir.
Yeah, well, he's not only
a weakling. He's a liar.
Ah, you're a holy terror,
General.
Why, I lied to you
100 times myself.
Follow me!
Pick it up, butter-fingers!
Yes, sir, Mr. Wishbone.
Mr. Mushgrove,
let me see your hands.
I could'a swore you had
nothin' but 10 thumbs.
Now, Mr. Nolan, you oughtta know
by now I don't take...
- Pete!
- Wish.
Good afternoon, Mr. Nolan.
Well, it still smells like
you're cooking the same thing
you been cooking for 5 years.
Now, don't you start
belittlin' my cookin'!
Don't look like that Army grub's
got you any prettier.
I'll tell you the truth,
Wishbone.
It's just been plumb awful.
A lot of times
I'd be sittin' there eatin'
fried prairie dog or roast mule.
And I'd think of the amazing
things you could fix
out of just plumb nothin'.
- Hey, Pete!
- Hi.
Hey, everybody! Pete's here!
Oh, and what hole
did you crawl out of?
- Did you quit the Army?
- Good to see ya.
We would've been lost
without you, Pete.
That's the plain faced truth.
What brought you back?
The smell of beeves?
We got your messages.
And got the good luck piece.
'Tisn't every cattle drive's
got it's own guardian angel.
That flag was so beautiful,
Mr. Nolan,
standin' there all alone.
What'd you do?
Bring it with you?
Oh, no, I left it there
for other people to see it.
Hey, Mushy,
when I left the drive,
I gave you a pair of spurs.
What'd you do? Lose 'em?
Oh, no, Mr. Nolan. I wouldn't
do anything like that!
Fat chance he'd ever lose 'em.
He spends half of every day
polishing 'em!
Say, what are you doing
around here anyway?
You want your job back,
you got it like that.
Nah, it's not that, Mr. Favor.
Well, Mr. Nolan,
to your first military offense,
you've now added a second...
attempted desertion.
Huh? What's he talkin'
about, Pete?
Mr. Favor, this is General Perry.
I'll let him tell you.
General Perry...
now that rings a bell.
I'll save you the effort of
trying to remember, Mr. Favor.
You're probably more familiar
with the name Old Iron Pants.
Yeah, sure!
I led a company of Texas mounted
against you at Chickamauga.
Did you?
Hey, Pete,
I still don't understand
what is all this about
military offense,
attemptin' to desert.
Well, that's not
too important now, Mr. Favor.
What's important is those
Pawnees are liable to break out.
And if they do, the first thing
they're going to do is hit this herd.
Break out?
The Pawnees have always behaved
themselves pretty well.
Give 'em a couple of scrubs,
they go way happy.
The Pawnees are raiding again.
Not the Pawnees, General.
Just Wild Horse
and a few followers.
And just how come the Pawnees
are gonna turn against us?
Because the general was supposed
to deliver 500 head of cattle
to Gray Hawk to seal
a treaty of peace.
He sent the beef back
where it came from,
and now he's gonna take prisoners.
That's the primary mission
of the Army in the west...
to punish Indians for incursions.
The Pawnees are hungry.
They were countin' on that beef.
Now, they know
they're not gonna get it.
They're gonna look for food.
And the nearest place
there is is right here.
And that's why you came...
to warn us.
I figure you got a better chance
if you know they're comin'.
So this was
his military offense?
Mr. Nolan is working for the
Army, Mr. Favor, not for you.
His orders were to escort me
to Ft. McClintock
by the most direct route,
not to take a 2-day detour,
to make social visit
to old friends.
Social visit? Saving our lives?
This is military business,
Mr. Favor, not yours.
I'm not required to explain
my judgment or my decisions.
If our herd is liable
to attack from starving Indians,
it is plenty of our business.
Now that you've made this mess,
what're you gonna do about it?
You gonna give us
some protection?
We could do that, General.
The trail to Ft. McClintock
follows almost the same
as the cattle trail,
at least until we're
out of Indian territory.
Cattle move at the rate
of about 5 or 6 miles a day.
That would delay my arrival
at Ft. McClintock by almost a week.
The way I understand it, General,
you do have another mission
out here... protecting civilians.
And before
you make any final decisions,
I think I ought to point out
to you that I have 25 men.
Seems like you got
less than a dozen.
If it did come
to an Indian attack,
protection might be
the other way around.
Well, you... you do make sense,
Mr. Favor.
All right, we'll combine our forces
until we're through the area of danger.
Who's your most experienced man?
Cpl. Bennett, sir.
Summon him.
- Cpl. Bennett.
- Yes, sir.
Come with me.
Cpl. Bennett, you will ride
immediately to Ft. McClintock
rejoin us here with every man
that can be spared
from the garrison there.
Look, General,
there doesn't need to be
any Indian trouble at all.
We got 150 head of scrub that
we were gonna give them anyway.
That'll hold 'em for a while.
I'll give no food
to hostile Indians.
How come you got such
a big hate on for the Indians?
I don't hate the Indians,
Mr. Favor. I hate the enemy.
Well, when do they stop
bein' the enemy?
When they're dead.
Well now, that might fit
every man here, General.
We were the enemy.
But we ain't dead yet.
- You know where Gray Hawk is?
- Yeah.
Would you take those scrubs
and deliver 'em to him?
Yes, sir, I sure will.
Mr. Nolan, at the present time
you are under arrest
and face a long term
in military prison.
If you see fit
to disobey me once again,
I'll see to it personally
that you face a firing squad.
It was my recollection,
Corporal,
that I'd given you an order.
Yes, sir.
Good day, gentlemen.
Request the general's
permission to speak.
All right, Mr. Perry.
I wish to report to the general
that I have just inspected
the guards.
Everything is in order, sir.
Thank you.
May I continue, sir?
Continue, please.
Sir, I bear a commission
in the United States Army.
It gives me the right
to express my own judgment.
That's correct.
Sir, I believe the general's
method of handling
the present emergency
is entirely wrong.
Continue, please, Mr. Perry.
Sir, I believe that Gray Hawk
should be given
those 150 scrubs.
I believe further
that the general
should confer
with Gray Hawk immediately
in an effort
to avoid a full-scale war.
Yes, Mr. Perry.
General, supposing you're right.
Supposing Gray Hawk
does take the beeves
and then betrays his own word.
I mean, what would we lose?
150 scrawny animals.
Aren't they worth that
in... in a gamble for peace?
Are you asking a question, Mr. Perry?
Yes, sir.
Then the answer is that
in my judgment
there is no gamble involved.
I know Gray Hawk
to be a treacherous man.
These raids
of the past few weeks
continue a pattern
that has stretched out
over the last 20 years.
The only good that beef would do
would be to, well,
give the Pawnees full bellies
to fight the war on.
My decision remains unchanged.
I should like to inform
the general
that as soon as
we reach Ft. McClintock
I intend to go on record as
having opposed that decision.
That is also your privilege,
Mr. Perry.
When you have your statement
down on paper,
if you'll bring it to me,
I'll endorse it.
What did I tell you, General?
Your son is a man.
Every word he said made sense
and you know it!
Just you're too blasted
bull-headed to break down
and admit that he's right,
and you're wrong!
Sgt. Morgan!
Yes, sir!
Look, Pete, you can't do it.
That old fool said
he'd have you shot.
He's just mean enough to do it!
Losin' the herd
ain't even worth it!
It's more than just you
and the herd now, Mr. Favor.
If those Pawnees start a war
this whole country's gonna
be running in blood.
Only way you can stop me
is just tell me
I can't have those scrubs.
No, I ain't tell you that, Pete.
Well, I will.
I've been expecting
something like this.
Mr. Perry, you will dismount and
consider yourself under arrest.
Mr. Nolan, we're waiting on you.
I order you to get off
that horse immediately!
General, you can give orders
'til you're blue in the face
but you're not going to stop us!
We're going to take
those scrubs to Gray Hawk
and pray that it's not too late.
After that, General,
you can deal with me
as you see fit.
You'll face a court-martial!
That is your privilege,
General.
And there's just one more thing
you ought to know.
I lied when I told you
I didn't know Mr. Nolan
was leading us to the herd.
I knew it and approved it
from the beginning.
And now, sir,
please let go of those reins.
Sergeant, call the guard!
- Let go of them!
- Sergeant!
Well, General,
you finally got to hear
what you wanted to hear.
Order!
These men will be
driving cattle,
that will slow them to a walk.
You will pursue, arrest them,
and bring them back here.
Yes, sir.
Should they attempt resistance,
you will use whatever measures
are necessary.
Trooper, you have your orders.
Sir.
It's Cpl. Bennett, sir.
Looks like there ain't gonna be
any reinforcements, General.
Maybe you'd better keep
those men here.
We'll double the guard.
Just sit tight here
until we find out if Pete and
the others made it to Gray Hawk,
and if they could get him
to call off this war.
Logan and Bavero,
give me a hand here!
Howdy, Boss.
Mr. Favor.
The general requests
your presence at his tent.
Old Iron Pants
has a request, huh?
Well, I guess
we'd better snap to.
Think the general
might suffer through
if I had a cup of coffee first?
I've made some fresh, Mr. Favor.
Uh, Mr. Favor, I...
Yeah?
I wish I could make
you understand
the general a little better.
Right, I wish you could, too.
Mr. Favor's here, sir.
Huh? Oh. Send him in.
Good evening, Mr. Favor.
Sit down, won't you?
I've just been informed
that you've made your rounds,
and I was wondering
is everything quiet?
So far.
So far? You expecting trouble?
You're the Indian expert.
Yeah...
Tell, Mr. Favor,
what was your rank in the Army?
Captain.
Ah, good rank.
Best rank there is.
Enough authority
to make a few decisions
and, well,
very little responsibility.
Is that how you found it?
I ain't an officer no more
if this goin' to be
an officer-to-officer talk.
Thank you.
Tell me, Mr. Favor,
how long do you think
it will take them
to reach Gray Hawk?
Should be there by now,
if they made it.
If they made it?
Four men, four determined men
ought to be able
to watch out for themselves.
Pete and the two drovers,
they can handle themselves.
So can my son, Mr. Favor.
So can my son.
He's a soldier.
Well, we'll know soon enough,
tomorrow or the next day.
Tell me, Mr. Favor,
do you think
they'll return here?
That is if nothing prevents them
from doing so.
If you're worried about Pete,
he never run from nothing
in his life.
And he won't run
from your court-martial.
I believe I can say the same
for my son.
Thank you, Mr. Favor,
that will be all.
Mr. Favor.
It's... it's been extremely difficult
for me to accept my son
as a grown man, as an officer.
Yeah. That's pretty plain
to see. Good night.
I wanted to talk to him, Morgan,
about Matt.
What prevented
my talking to him
when I needed to so much?
Just like everything else,
General, it takes practice.
Ah.
Favor, this is Gray Hawk.
Gray Hawk. What's he doin' here?
Those scrubs he made us
bring 'em back.
Of course he'd turn down
a few scrubs
when he's got his eye
on 3,000 fat beeves.
You're wrong, General.
Once again you're dead wrong.
Well, I'm awfully glad
you're here, Gray Hawk.
Saves me the trouble of chasing
you all over the territory.
I have come to talk
to my old enemy, Timber Wolf.
There's nothing to be said
until your son is arrested
and punished for his crimes.
I demand to speak now!
By what right do you demand?
Old enemies have claims on each other
the same as old friends.
You'd better listen to him,
General.
Half of his braves have defected
and the other half
are ready to follow.
All the more reason
for not bothering with him.
General, there's still time
to prevent this war!
By doing what?
You will take 500 head of cattle...
the exact amount promised,
no more and no less...
bring them to Black Canyon
for all my people to see.
I thought we'd get back to that.
Timber Wolf, hear me well.
I have brought my people
to peace.
I told them this government
would feed them.
I told them that what I'd
promised would come to pass.
And then they learned
this great general
was not going to make a treaty,
that there would be no food
for their wives and children.
My people lost faith in me.
Many men walked away.
Said I lost the respect
of the white man.
Timber Wolf,
my people do not want war.
But I tell you now
they will fight
before they see
their families starve.
Come to Black Canyon with me.
Give me back the respect
of my people
and there will be no war.
It's too late for that now,
Gray Hawk.
Your son has made it too late.
It's true.
He has done many things.
He should be punished.
Am I to understand
that you approve
of your son being punished?
He has violated my word.
He has hurt his people.
Where is Wild Horse?
I do not know.
Heh, you do not know...
Makes it pretty safe to talk
about punishing him, doesn't it?
You almost had me fooled,
Gray Hawk. Heh.
With all the experience I've had
with the false noble face of the Indian,
you almost had me fooled.
He's your prisoner, Mr. Perry.
You forget, sir,
I am under arrest myself.
Mr. Perry, you are wearing a uniform,
and I gave you an order.
Yes, General, you gave me an order.
I will arrest Gray Hawk.
And what happens after that
will be on your head,
your conscience, if you have one.
Mr. Perry, you are an officer
in the United States Army.
Are you trying to excuse
the outrages committed
by this man's son?
Wild Horse is guilty
of being true to his creed.
And you, sir,
are guilty of the same offense!
Mr. Perry!
Only Wild Horse is a savage and a boy.
And you're supposed to be
a civilized man, an officer,
charged with a responsibility.
You're indulging yourself, sir,
and you don't have that right!
Forgive me, Chief.
Well...
the second half of the circus.
First the righteous whine
of the father,
then when that doesn't work,
the son.
Heh. I thought you didn't know
where Wild Horse was.
He did not come with me.
I did not know he was here.
Wild Horse, put down that rifle
and call in
those who follow you.
My father, you are a fool.
I may be a fool.
But I'm still your chief!
Put down that gun!
My father, you are nobody's chief.
The Pawnees now call me chief!
My warriors will take cattle,
all the cattle they need.
But first I will take you.
Naturally, and then
when the Army runs you down,
you'll have something to bargain with.
Now...
This camp is surrounded.
The country's
filled with more Pawnees.
By the hundreds they leave
the tribe to join me!
You will come with me, Timber Wolf
or everyone here will die.
And the first one to die will be you!
I think you will come
with me now, Timber Wolf.
Wild Horse, my son,
the general is a famous man.
The soldiers will not rest
until they destroy every Pawnee.
Old man, you are yesterday.
This is today and tomorrow!
When you were young
you were a great warrior.
But now you're old and you're tired,
and you want your people
to be old and tired, too.
I only want my people
to live in peace!
You have had your wars, Old Man.
Do not try to deny me mine.
Each man must prove himself
so that he knows he's a man.
Timber Wolf,
you will come with me now.
Timber Wolf, I speak for the last time.
Does that prove I want peace?
It proves your contempt
for human life
even the life of your son!
Pawnees!
Pawnees, stop!
- Ah.
- Ugh.
Whew.
Take that belt off. Whew.
Pawnees, I am your chief!
Where are you going?
To get Gray Hawk
before somebody kills him.
Mr. Perry, you will not.
You still got to stop this war.
If you haven't got Gray Hawk,
you haven't got anybody
to stop it with!
Matt, come back here!
Pawnees, hear me!
The one who is my son is dead!
Matt!
Does this prove anything,
General Perry?
Ugh.
No, Matt!
Pawnees, obey me!
Put down your rifles!
We will turn our backs on war
and live with honor
among the people from the East.
I'm your friend!
I've never betrayed you.
You dishonor your chief
in the eyes of the white man.
Now, obey him! Come on out!
Order! Hum.
We have both killed our sons,
Timber Wolf.
Is that enough to buy the peace?
Gray Hawk...
It is a strange thing.
Both you and my son wanted war.
That can be forgiven in youth
who wants to be a man,
but who can forgive an old
and stupid man who is a general?
Gray Hawk.
For our treaty.
I take your hand to bind the peace,
not as one man
takes the hand of another.
Mr. Favor, I'd like your permission
to commandeer
500 head of your best beef.
I'll give you a military voucher.
And I'll ride with you,
Gray Hawk, to Black Canyon.
And we'll make our peace.
And then, Timber Wolf,
climb to the top of the highest hill
and try to make your peace with God.
Well, it's time for me
to be making tracks.
Eh, sure hate to see you
going off again, Pete.
One thing's sure,
much as we could use you,
the Army sure needs you more.
And we'll make full use of him,
I can assure you of that, Mr. Favor.
I'd like you to know
that I am dropping all charges
against Mr. Nolan.
That's very generous of you, General.
Thank you, sir.
Mr. Favor.
Yes, General.
We may never cross paths again.
Sorry. I can't say that
that's going to bother me a bit.
I... I can realize that.
But I want you to know
that no matter how old one is,
one is never too old to learn.
Wild Horse could have learned
from his father.
As for me, well, I've been
graced to learn from my son.
I'd like you to believe that.
Still seems like
the wrong people got hurt.
Mr. Favor, sir,
General Perry would be glad
to exchange places with his son
instead of having to remember
for the rest of his life that...
that he killed him.
Well, you get tired of that Army chow,
well, just come on back to us.
Yeah, I'll, do that, Wish.
I'll do that.
Take care now.
- Bye.
- Bye.
Take it easy.
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