Rawhide (1959–1965): Season 4, Episode 29 - The Devil and the Deep Blue - full transcript

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Keep movin', movin', movin' ♪

♪ Though they're disapprovin' ♪

♪ Keep them dogies movin' ♪

♪ Rawhide ♪

♪ Don't try to understand 'em ♪

♪ Just rope and
throw and brand 'em ♪

♪ Soon we'll be
living high and wide ♪

♪ My heart's calculatin' ♪

♪ My true love will be waitin' ♪



♪ Be waiting at
the end of my ride ♪

♪ Move 'em on, head 'em up,
head 'em up, move 'em on ♪

♪ Move 'em on, head 'em up ♪

♪ Rawhide ♪

♪ Let 'em out, ride 'em
in, ride 'em in, let 'em out ♪

♪ Cut 'em out, ride 'em in ♪

- ♪ Rawhide ♪
- ♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

- ♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪
- Hyah!

Would you mind tellin'
me what you're doin'?

I'm breathin' the
fresh air of Kansas.

It sure is a lot fresher
than Texas, Mr. Wishbone.

So you finally found
out we're in Kansas?

They just told me.

It sure is a surprise
what a change it makes.



Isn't it? Especially since we've
been in Kansas for the last five days.

We have?

You could knock me over
with a feather, Mr. Wishbone.

I won't need a feather.

Now get down there and
wash those pots like I told you.

Yes, sir.

Have you looked
at the herd lately?

Yeah, have I looked at...
Every minute of every day.

You notice you can
count the ribs on them?

I don't need to
count their ribs.

I know how many ribs a
steer's got without countin'.

There's a Chicago
buyer in Abilene.

The price he'd
give us for lean beef

wouldn't be worth the trouble
we've had takin' them north.

Well, I'll tell you. I don't
know I can stand any delay.

I'm sure gettin' homesick.

Abilene your home?

No, no. It's a large city,
though, with a large population.

I figure half that
population's women,

and half those women will
probably be young women,

and half of those young
women will be pretty women.

- Well, let's see...
- Better than home.

Half young and half pretty
for another week, maybe.

Well, what happens if this
buyer don't want to wait a week?

It's part of the gamble,
but not too much of a one.

We've all got
shares in the herd.

And the more we can sell it
for, the better the shares are.

It means a few
days on the trail,

a they'll be easy days, sittin'
around and watchin' the cattle grow.

A herd about the
same size as ours

about three, five days back,
depending on how fast they go.

Well? How fast
are they traveling?

Right now they ain't.

Well, they restin' their herd?

They're restin' their drovers.

Well, they sick?

No. It's just that none of 'em are
much younger than Wishbone here.

And what's wrong with that?

Nothin' if you ain't interested in
gettin' your beeves to market in a hurry.

They're just wore out.

All right, we'll graze
the herd. Pass the word.

And what happens if
this herd starts movin'?

Well, then we'll move.

Who's their trail boss?

Hmm. Jasper by the
name of Ben Wade.

Seems pretty old
for a trail boss, too.

Who owns the herd?

A bunch of small
ranchers near San Antonio.

It's a funny thing.

I wasn't jokin' about their drovers
bein' ancient, like Wishbone here.

They ain't gonna find much of a
market when they get to Abilene.

From what I saw, they're
lucky to make it to market at all.

I really don't understand that.

A good trail boss wouldn't
go out with a crew like that.

Maybe he isn't a good
trail boss anymore.

Empty the dishpan, clean it up,
Saxton, and you can call it a day.

You don't mind, Mrs.
Wade, if I use the water first?

- Dishwater? It's dirty and greasy.
- But it's still got heat in it.

I'd like to soak
my poor tired feet.

Oh, not in the dishpan,
ma'am. In my own bucket.

Bein' cook's louse to a
lady's no mean chore, ma'am.

No man-cook on a trail drive
ever wore me down so quick.

Maybe when you worked for
them, you were a little younger.

How old does a man have to be
before your husband hires him?

45? 50?

You're not 45 or 50.

Your husband didn't hire me.

Mr. Holt, I don't think you'd
make a very good drover.

Is that what you want?

A good drover?

The men my husband hired may
be old, Charles, but they're not blind.

I'm beginning to appreciate
Ben Wade's jealousy.

Does that mean when
you and I go off together,

you're gonna be just
as jealous as Ben?

I'm not twice your age.

I'm beginning to wonder if he'll
ever get that herd to Abilene.

What difference does it
make, a few days more or less?

We can wait a little longer.

Helen, you're a very beautiful
woman and very desirable,

but sometimes you're a fool.

Oh?

If we don't get that herd to Abilene
in time, there won't be any buyers.

No buyers means there
won't be any money.

No tickets to the
great cities of the east.

No pretty dresses or imported
perfumes or fine wines.

I want you to have them all.

You can share the
wine with me, at least.

Now you're the one who's
forgetting about the men with the eyes.

You look worried, Ben.

I am.

You should be.

When are you going
to get this drive started?

My men are tired.

You should have hired
younger men, Mr. Wade.

When I want your advice, Mr. Holt,
I'll ask for it. I'm the trail boss.

Sure.

But I represent the people whose
cattle you're driving to market.

Or let me put it this way.

I represent the people whose cattle
you're supposed to be driving to market.

I'll get the herd to Abilene.

When? This year or next?

Maybe I ain't been pushin' the herd
as fast as someone else might have.

Don't make no
difference, though.

Not much difference?

We started before
the herd ahead of us.

We could have been in Abilene
before now if you hadn't, uh...

There's something
you're not telling us.

Oh, I'll tell you, all right.

Reagan and I spotted a pair
of our beeves with Texas tick.

The tick?

Are you sure?

It's Texas tick, Mr. Holt.
There's no question about it.

Only a couple of cattle?

Only two so far.

We've cut them
off from the herd.

That doesn't mean the
whole herd's infected.

We're over the
Kansas border, Mr. Holt.

A couple of more days
and we'll be inspected.

When they find those cattle,
the rest of the herd will be held up

about for a week or
two, maybe all winter.

Depends on the
kind of tick they got.

So maybe you were righter than you
thought when you said this year or next.

You can kill those cattle, bury
them, and keep your mouth shut.

Maybe you could, Mr. Holt.

Not me.

Why not?

You want to see all those people who
trusted you with their cattle wiped out?

Do you know what's going
to happen to the ranch owner

who you're supposed to be working
for if they're not paid for their beef?

All of those people
are friends of mine.

I know what this
will mean to them.

I know something else, though,
because they are my friends.

What?

They wouldn't want the money
I'd get for selling diseased cattle.

You're not giving them a
chance to decide for themselves.

No. No I ain't.
Not them, not you.

If every one of them
was to come to me

and say "Ben Wade, bury that cattle,
cheat the inspection, get the money,"

- I wouldn't do it.
- Because you're so noble?

No. Because I'm a trail boss.

And you think that makes
you something special?

Yes, Mr. Holt.

I think it does.

Get me some grub, Helen.

You're his ramrod.

Uh-huh.

Can't you talk to him?

And make him do something he
thinks a good trail boss wouldn't do?

You'd have to kill him first.

All right, time for
you men to relieve.

Pretty dresses, imported
perfume, all spoiled.

Mm, not yet.

The cattle are diseased.
Ben won't let you kill them.

No.

But I might give them away.

To the herd up ahead.

They wouldn't want cattle with
the tick. That would hold them up.

Mm-hmm.

If they knew it.

Night guard,

I'm moving to the
other side of the herd.

Better get going.

That herd up ahead is stationary,
but they might decide to start moving.

You're going to have to drive
those two steers pretty hard.

Suppose Mr. Wade starts yelling
for his ramrod before I get back?

He'll get hoarse.

What're you planning to do
with those beeves, Reagan?

Well, they're sick. Mr. Holt
and me thought we'd...

Take 'em out
somewhere and kill 'em?

You already gave orders
about that, Mr. Wade.

Get away from those
beeves, Reagan.

Maybe you ought to reconsider.

Even if you'd got rid of them,
I'd have told the inspector

there was a possibility
of Texas tick in the herd.

He's gonna have a sore skull
when he comes to, Mr. Holt.

But he's gonna come to.

Reagan. Those cattle.

Stampede them.

Stampede them so
they run over him.

I'm a cattle man, Mr. Holt.
I don't stampede beeves.

You still want me to drive
those two to the herd up ahead?

What good'll it
do if Wade's alive?

Hyah, cattle!
Hyah, cattle! Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah! Hyah, cattle!

Hyah!

Hah! Hyah!

He's alive, but not for
long. You better get his wife.

- But...
- I'm movin' the steers like we agreed.

Yeah. That's a good idea.

What was the price
you were payin' me?

- Two hundred dollars.
- It's a thousand now.

I haven't got that much.

How much you got?

We'll discuss that
when you get back.

I'm not comin' back.

I'll count this later.

Oh, Ben.

Ben.

Don't try to talk.

We'll get a doctor
to you somehow.

Never mind doctor.

Trail boss.

What do you mean, Ben?

Trail boss... up ahead.

Get him.

What for?

Ask him to take my herd.

I don't even know who he is.

A different...

He's a trail...

Ahh...

I know him. A man named Favor.

I know you have your
own herd, Mr. Favor.

So did my husband,
until last night.

Well, I'm sorry about that.

I'm asking for more than sorrow.

You're asking me to take over your
husband's job as well as my own.

It's what Ben would have done.

I don't know much about
cattle drives or trail bosses,

except that my
husband was a trail boss.

His dying words were
not about me or himself.

They were about his herd.

His herd and you, Mr. Favor.

What about your ramrod?

The ramrod quit.

Right after Mr. Wade
died, he took off.

Didn't want to take on
the responsibility, I guess.

Mrs. Wade, it's very important
which herd reaches Abilene first.

Yours is ahead of ours.

I'm afraid it's gonna
have to stay there.

Ben wouldn't want you to do
anything he couldn't do himself...

if he'd lived.

Mr. Favor, finish
his job for him.

All right, Mrs. Wade.

I'll take your husband's
herd into Abilene.

I wish Ben could have
known that before...

I think he did know,

feeling the way he
did about trail bosses.

One thing more.

Yeah, what's that?

We could use a cook.

Mrs. Wade's been doing most of the
cooking, but under the circumstances...

Oh, yeah. I'll
see what I can do.

Thank you, Mr. Favor.

Look, I don't want
to criticize on this...

Then don't.

We got to get this herd
into Abilene before theirs.

You could have told her that
you couldn't handle two herds.

The only man I could
tell that to was Ben Wade.

Yeah, but he's dead.

So I can't tell it to him.

But you didn't even know him.

He was a trail boss who died
trying to get his herd to market.

That's all I need to know.

You think you owe him
something just because of that?

I do.

What?

Well, if you ever seen a drover being
jumped in a saloon, without wadin' in?

All right.

Besides which, Rowdy,
you're being kind of foolish.

Yeah. Because if Mr. Favor's
the boss of both herds,

don't you think he's going to
make sure ours gets in first?

If that other herd needs
grazing, I'll graze 'em.

If they need
movin', I'll move 'em.

And beat us into Abilene?

Teddy,

that other herd is
three days behind ours.

It has come up the
same trail as ours has.

Their cattle is in exactly
the same condition as ours is.

Now, can you give me
one reason in the world

why their herd should
beat ours into Abilene?

I think what Teddy meant is you can't
tell what's gonna turn up on the trail.

Now, if somethin'
was to happen...

There's one thing, Quince.
I'm still boss of this outfit,

and I'm gonna be doing everything I
can to see that nothing does happen.

I'll need a new
ramrod for that outfit.

Clay?

You've got yourself
a ramrod, boss.

Mr. Wishbone says that breakfast
has been ready for ten minutes.

And the men that don't want
it, the beeves mighty well will.

Mushy, how'd you like to
be a cook for another outfit?

- Me?
- You.

All by myself?

Mr. Favor, I want to live.

I thought I told you to...

Uh, Wishbone, there's
been a slight change.

Mushy's going to cook for that
other herd that's back on the trail a bit.

- Mushy?
- Mushy.

Well, you can stop worryin'
about that other herd passing us up.

Mushy's cooking
will take care of that.

Clay, you and Mushy pick up your
horses. And would you get mine?

We'll get over to the
other outfit right away.

Look, suppose when you
get over to that other outfit

they're all ready to go,
ready to move right out?

Then I'll move 'em out.

Just leave us
sitting here grazin'?

Well, if one herd moves, I should
think the other one would move.

It'll be up to you to see that
you stay three days ahead.

Mr. Favor.

- You Mr. Favor?
- Howdy.

Sheriff Blake.

This is Smithers, my deputy.

Howdy.

That's Dr. Miller.
County veterinarian.

Howdy, Favor.

Well, is there anything wrong?

That's what we're
here to find out.

Mr. Favor, you brought your
herd up from Texas, didn't you?

We brought them up from Texas.

You came up the Chisholm?

You took the west fork
approach to the Kansas border?

Anything wrong with that?

We got reports
of tick in that area.

None of our herd is diseased.

Doctor Miller's gonna
make sure of that.

That could hold us
up for a day or two.

If your cattle have got
Texas tick, Mr. Favor,

you could be held up
a lot longer than that.

The sooner you line up your cattle,
the quicker the doc can do his job.

All right, get the men moving.

We'll funnel the herd through the...
Through the north end of the valley.

Right. Say, uh,

do you inspect every herd
that comes up into Kansas?

Only when we
get reports of tick.

Oh. And how'd you get
the report about this one?

From the local ranchers.

Local ranchers who maybe
want to get their cattle to market

before we get our
herd in town, huh?

Rowdy.

By the way, there's a
herd that's right behind us.

You'd better inspect them, too.

Well, they took the
east fork, Mr. Favor.

You know as well as I
do tick can be anyplace.

And you know as well as I do

I haven't got men enough to
check every herd comin' through.

What are you
standing around for?

I want everybody up there getting
the cattle ready for inspection.

I was just thinkin', Mr. Favor.

You can't lose
either way, can you?

He's thinkin' pretty much
the same thing we all are.

The way your men
are movin' the cattle,

we ought to be out of here
in less than a day's time.

I have good men.

Good enough to spot tick
if there was any around.

Good enough, maybe, so as they'd
keep their mouths shut about it?

Hey, boys, cut out
those two steers.

The black and the lineback.

That's Texas tick, Mr. Favor.

First sign of tick we've had.

Maybe you weren't
looking for it.

This ain't our first drive.

We never brought
diseased cattle to market.

I know that's true, Mr. Favor,

but you can't take any of
these cattle into Abilene

until they've every
one been inspected.

Yeah.

All right, go ahead.

We can't just run 'em through, now
that we know there's tick in the herd.

You graze 'em, the doc
will go through them all,

- one by one.
- That would take more than a week.

It's gonna take just
as long as it has to.

You sure spotted those
steers quick enough.

Because they were showing
obvious symptoms, Mr. Favor.

It's more difficult, more time consuming,
to make sure that none of the cattle

are showing preliminary
symptoms of infection or infestation.

Suppose they are.

Well, in that event, I'd have to
quarantine the herd over the winter.

Now, during the course of
that time, the tick would die off.

Just what are they gonna eat
when the snow covers the ground?

Well, I'm sorry, but
it's not my concern.

- Come on.
- Uhh...

He's only doing his job.

Yeah, I got a job to do, too,
getting that beef to market.

Those steers got the
tick, all right, Mr. Favor.

Thing is, I don't
recognize that brand.

Hey. They ain't our steers.

I'm gonna go
tell that Sheriff...

You'll stay here and keep
the herd ready for inspection.

But if them steers
got off brands...

How many strays and scrubs
do you figure we picked up

since we come north from Texas?

We picked up a lot of them,
but everybody picks up strays.

Then the brand on 'em don't
mean a thing in that case, huh?

You're just tryin' to find a
reason for holdin' us up, ain't you?

You know, if we have to
wait around here a week,

that other herd is gonna
go right by us into Abilene.

Oh, I forgot.

You're boss of that
other herd, too, ain't you?

That's right.

Maybe it don't make no difference
which herd gets there first.

Maybe you have a little bit
better deal with that other herd.

I got no deal with
that other herd at all.

Sounds real careless of you.

Now hold on. Let's
not lose our temper.

Look, Mr. Favor,
all we want to know,

you're not gonna let this
herd pass ours, are you?

I'm gonna move that herd when I
think it's right to move that other herd.

They're gonna wonder whether
we're ever gonna show up.

You picked the right man
for the other ramrod, too.

I'd ask you to explain that if I was
interested in listening to your explanation.

Last man to join the
herd. First one to leave it.

I'll get back soon as I can.

Don't hurry. We ain't
gonna go no place.

I'm sorry we're late. We
ran into a little trouble.

- Nothing serious, I hope.
- I don't know yet.

All you missed was the burial.

Clay, get in there
and check the herd.

What for?

The condition they're in.
If they're ready to move.

They're ready to move.

I'm the owner's
representative, Mr. Favor.

You can take my word for it.

If you don't mind, I'd just as soon
take my own man's word for it.

- Get moving, Clay.
- Let's go. Come on.

Mushy, you better take
a look at that chuckwagon

and see if you
need any provisions.

Sure thing, Mr. Favor.

Somethin' wrong, Mr. Mushy?

This plate.

How many times have I told you

to wash 'em so clean and
shinin' I can see my face in 'em?

What do you wanna do that for?

I mean, that plate
looks pretty clean.

Then what's that?

That's your thumb
mark, Mr. Mushy.

Drovers are
waitin' for their food.

Ain't I ever told you nothin's
supposed to hold 'em up?

Have you?

I mighty well have.

Come and get it
before the beeves get it.

Boss.

Boss, those beeves are
so healthy, it's a shame.

They ready to be moved?

Ready, willing, and anxious.

That herd hasn't been
pushed very hard on this trail.

No, I guess it wasn't.

With those beeves in
the condition they're in,

we could probably pass
our herd inside of a week,

probably beat 'em to Abilene.

Yeah.

Send a couple of
drovers on ahead.

Have 'em pick up a vet
and bring him back here.

What for?

Herd inspection.

If he gives it a clean bill of
health, it could save a lot of time.

Time in which to
ruin your own crew.

I've got two herds,
Mr. Forrester.

Guess I'll just have to do
the best I can for both of them.

All right, I'll send
the drovers out.

Is the herd moving
out in the morning?

Yeah, it'll be moving
out in the morning.

Where is he going?

Back to the herd up ahead.

He should be here.

There are no
problems here, Mr. Holt.

You heard the man. We're
moving out early in the morning.

I'm sending a couple of
drovers up ahead to pick up a vet

to get our tick
inspection over quick.

That's great.

When we pass the other
herd, we'll wave to 'em.

Wave to them? Not me.
They'll be so mad, they...

The idea was to pass
them, Mr. Forrester.

Our new trail boss
is doing very well.

In view of the fact that the herd up ahead
is being detained for tick inspection,

it's very probable that
we'll beat them to Abilene.

Doesn't Mr. Favor know that?

Of course he does.

You don't think
he'd let that happen.

Oh, I think so.

You see, he has the misfortune
of being an honest man.

Better stop that
scratchin', Scarlet.

The sheriff's liable to have
the doc examine you for ticks.

You know, it's a funny thing.

We combed that herd
from one end to the other.

Found only two steers with tick,

toting a brand I'd
never seen before.

Yeah, well, our boss
had a explanation for that.

Well, the boss has got his
explanation, but I got one of my own.

Like what?

Supposing somebody
wanted to slow us up,

one herd pass the other.

All a man has to do is cut out
two sick steers and salt the herd.

Yeah, I never
thought about that.

Yeah, well, who do you think would
want to do a thing like that, Jim?

I don't know.

If that trail boss behind us hadn't been
trampled to death by his own steers,

I'd have been able
to think of an answer.

But then again, I
guess it's no use

accusin' a dead trail
boss of doin' anything.

Yeah, except that herd
don't have a dead trail boss.

They've got a real live one.

Señor Rowdy, you don't
think Señor Favor would...

I don't know what Señor
Favor would or wouldn't do.

All I know is we've
been here three days,

and the way that doc's movin'
about examinin' the herd,

we're liable to be
here a week or more.

In the meantime, what's
that other herd doing?

What are you doing
with your doctor's kit?

Just getting ready
for any emergency.

What kind of emergency
do you have in mind?

Mushy's been over there cookin'
for that outfit for several days now.

Any time now I'm expecting
one or more of them

to come down with a
real good bellyache.

- Uh, boss.
- Hmm?

Now, I'm not as
hot-headed as Rowdy

or as empty-headed as Teddy
or as pig-headed as Quince...

What's on your mind, Wish?

Well, you know, some of those
jaspers don't have a brain in their head.

And what with us
being stuck here

and them not knowing what's
happenin' to that other herd,

well, some of them think maybe
you're pushin' that herd deliberate

to get to Abilene ahead of us.

What do you think?

Well, I sure don't
think anything like that.

But you'd like it if I told
you you you were right, huh?

Well, it wouldn't displease me
if you was to tell me I'm right.

Well, I'm afraid I'm gonna
have to push that herd ahead,

just like I normally would.

Well, some of them
even say you're doin' it

because you got a better deal
with them than you got with us.

Well...

Look, Sheriff,

my men don't like to break the
law, but they're getting restless,

thinking about all the months
they spent on the trail getting here.

They're thinking they might
lose all that time and work

if they're held up
here any longer.

Breaking the law
wouldn't help any.

The herd would be impounded
long before they reached Abilene.

Your other herd seems
to be doin' all right.

Ain't my herd, it's Ben Wade's.

All I can say, Mr. Favor,

is that the other outfit's
luckier than you are.

You're taking all
this pretty calm.

So far, only those first two
steers you found have the tick.

They were destroyed.

And they were carrying brands we
didn't bring up from San Anton' with us.

Yeah.

You sure you don't own any
of the beef in Ben Wade's herd?

If I did, would I tell you?

If you did, I'd
better not find out,

or there wouldn't be a law office
big enough for you to hide in.

I'll remember that.

Wade's herd.

Get hold of the rest
of the men, will you?

When they see this, they might
want to do somethin' about it.

I sure will, Rowdy.

Where's Mr. Favor?

He's kicking them along
back there, riding drag.

Good.

Giddyup.

Stay in your saddles, boys.

It looks like they
mean business.

Yeah. I'll take care of 'em.
Uh, stop that herd, will you?

You come to see how a herd
ought to be pushed, Rowdy?

I come to tell you this one's
moving a little too fast, Clay.

Oh, well, the beeves
don't seem to mind.

Well, that could be misleadin'.

You see, if these
beeves out here,

if they don't rest
maybe seven, ten days,

they're liable to
stampede on you.

That right, Quince?

You better believe that's right.

You know, the
more I think of it,

the more I think they're gettin'
ready to stampede right now.

I want to thank you for
coming and warning me.

Now if they do stampede,
I'll call on you for help.

You'll get help, Clay.

Just make sure
them cattle rest, huh?

You work for the
same trail boss I do.

He order you to stampede
this herd if I don't hold 'em up?

You go find him, Clay, and when
you find him, you ask him that.

In fact, here he
comes right now.

Come on.

I don't hold with
stampedin' any herd.

Look, Wishbone, you know
they double-crossed us.

Sure I do. We got to
find some other way.

You've got another way?

Oh, I...

Stampedin' a herd isn't
going to help anybody.

What are you men doin' here?

Watchin' a herd go to Abilene.

Clay, the herd looks like
it's gettin' a little restless.

Get them moving.

Get it moving, boy!

I owe you somethin', Rowdy.

And I'm gonna see
that you get it back.

You do that.

Boss, the reason
we came down here,

we were fixing to
stampede that herd.

Drovers don't stampede
a herd, long as I'm boss.

Any herd.

Well, bosses don't
double-cross their crews, either.

But then maybe we're both wrong.

Get back to your own herd.

I heard a shot when
I was comin' up.

Yeah, that was me.

I had to stop 'em
from spookin' that herd.

You don't know by now that
a shot can stampede a herd

as quick as anythin' else?

That's Abilene
right up ahead there.

My ramrod will take
you the rest of the way in.

Mr. Favor, you've been
as good as your word.

As soon as the cattle are sold,

I'll deposit your share of the profits
in the Cattlemen's Association.

I've got no share in this herd.

Ben Wade's share
will go to his wife.

But if it hadn't been for you,
we'd never have gotten to Abilene.

I didn't take this job
for money, ma'am.

I suppose Ben would
have said that, too.

You will let me thank
you, though, won't you?

Uh, Clay!

Hmm?

Only take you a couple of days
get them into loadin' pens at Abilene.

Soon as you finish, you and Mushy
come on back, join up with the herd.

You goin' back now?

Yeah. I'll get it movin'
as fast as we can.

Mr. Favor.

There's something
else you've done for me.

You've made me realize what
a good man my husband was.

Goodbye, ma'am.

Coffee tastes worse every day.

Got a bitter taste,
ain't it, Rowdy?

Bein' double-crossed puts a
taste like that in a man's mouth.

Yeah. If I was only sure.

What do you need, Quince, a map?

Hey, well, here comes somebody who
might just be able to draw one for you.

Well, I talked to
the sheriff comin' in.

Did you?

Yeah, he expects to
be through by mornin',

so in the morning, we
start hard pushin' them out.

That's great, Mr. Favor.
That's really swell.

And the, uh, Wade herd boss?

They ought to be
in Abilene by now.

Well, that's all I
was waitin' to hear.

What do we want to... What did
you say? Hard push them out for?

Well, we might find
another buyer in Abilene.

Of course, we'll have to take
a little beatin' on the price.

You mean we'd all have to
take a beatin' on the price.

You already got your share.

- Rowdy!
- Don't waste your time, boss.

We made up our minds
before you ever rode in here.

The drover ain't been born

would ride with a no-good
double-crossin' trail boss like you.

Nor fights with him, either.

You goin' with them, Wish?

I don't see much reason
for me to hang around,

without nobody to cook for.

That's right. Ain't much
reason for you to hang around.

Mr. Favor.

Hmm. Yeah.

I got good news for you.

Mm?

Doc Miller finished up
sooner than he expected.

Your herd's clean. You can start
moving out any time you want to.

Well, thanks.

I didn't see any of
your men around.

Oh, they quit.

What's gonna
happen with the herd?

They'll stay put for a day or
two, as long as the grazing lasts,

and they'll get restless
and start wandering off.

I'm ridin' to Abilene tonight.

Maybe I can round up
some drovers for you.

Drovers in Abilene
this late in the season?

Most of them have gone
home or headed back south.

The only ones you'd find
now are too drunk to walk.

Well, I won't promise
anything, but I'll do what I can.

Yeah, you do what you can.

Come in.

So the, uh, desk clerk
send the tickets up?

- Yes, they're right on the table.
- Oh, good.

But they're for
the Chicago train.

That's where we're going.

Tomorrow morning?

Sure. Why not?

The cattle are sold.
I've collected the money.

All the money?

I need a wash.

Who's gonna take the
ranchers' share back to them?

Funny. I don't
suppose anybody is.

Oh, but, Charles, that's
not the way we planned it.

We were going to take your
share and Ben's share and that's all.

Of course. We were going to
be very cunning and very sly.

A little trickery here,
a small deceit there.

Charles!

Then we'd ride off together
and live happily forever after,

but it didn't work
that way, Helen.

The little trickery
needed a bigger trickery.

But you managed
the diseased cattle.

Sure, over your
husband's dead body.

That was an accident.

You'd like to believe
that, wouldn't you?

It was an accident.

It had to be. Otherwise...

You knew it wasn't an accident.

Ben Wade wouldn't let us salt the
other herd with our diseased cattle.

So Ben Wade had to die.

When you start playing cards
with the devil, Helen, there's no limit.

No.

Oh, no. No.

You don't come cheap, Helen.

Neither does murder.

We're keeping all the money.

I said yes to deceiving my husband
and tricking another trail boss,

but I never said yes to murder.

Oh, no. No, Charles.

Now there'll be blood
on all the pretty clothes.

There will be the smell of blood
on all the imported perfumes.

I... I couldn't stand that.

Heh heh heh heh. Now,
Helen, don't be a fool.

Put that gun away.

I get the funniest feelin'.

Yeah. I've had that
feeling for the last hour.

We don't buy another drink,
we're gonna get tossed out of here.

Either you men start
spending your money in here,

or I'm gonna throw
you out, the lot of you.

I figured one beer
wouldn't last forever.

But I found out
something, though.

What, that Abilene's the
biggest little town in Kansas?

No, the railroad's fixin'
to push further west.

If we can't buy drinks, how are
we gonna buy railroad tickets?

Well, they're hirin' hands.

What?

We're drovers, Narbo. We
ain't gonna hire on to no railroad.

I'd rather starve.

Well, it looks like we got a
good start on that already.

Well, I guess we aren't gonna
get those jobs hangin' around here.

It's flat.

Mr. Favor.

I, uh, I know
about your drovers.

- Mushy told me.
- It's no secret.

I know more than that.

I wanted to make sure
you knew it, too, before...

Well? What did you
wanted me to know?

Those diseased
cattle in your herd.

They were put there.

Well, thanks for
tellin' me. Ben?

Ben didn't do it.

No, it was Holt
and I. We did it.

Ben refused to kill those
cattle and lie to the sheriff,

and that... that's why he died.

You taught me about
trail bosses, Mr. Favor.

And I want you to know my
husband was a good trail boss.

I want you to know it wasn't
a trail boss that tricked you.

Mr. Favor...

This is the money from the herd.

When you sell yours
and go back south,

would you mind taking this
back to the ranch owners?

No. You can do
take care of that.

- No. I have to stay here.
- For what?

Well, I knew Holt was a thief.

I knew about the diseased
cattle, and I was a bad wife.

But I didn't know that
Holt killed my husband.

When he told me, I...

I shot him.

So would you mind if I stayed
with you till they come after me?

Come on.

Hello, Mr. Favor.

Mrs. Wade been here long?

Sunset.

- She could have been further south.
- She'd been waitin' for you.

You'll have to come back
to Abilene with me, ma'am.

I know.

Goodbye, Mr. Favor.

Goodbye, ma'am.

Uh, Clay, would you
get the lady's horse?

- She tell you what...
- She told me.

They won't go too bad with her.

We picked up a drunk in
Abilene. Name of Reagan.

Used to be Ben Wade's ramrod.

He was carryin' Holt's wallet.

When we told him that
Holt had been killed,

he broke down and told
us Holt killed Ben Wade.

So the most Mrs. Wade's gonna
be charged with is manslaughter.

That's the most
she was guilty of.

You know, I told you I felt kind of
responsible for holdin' up your herd.

Well, it seems they're pushin'
the railroad west of Abilene.

Railroad hands gotta have food.

Wade's herd was
shipped east this mornin'.

I told them about
your herd, though.

I guess you're gonna get the
best price paid in Abilene this fall.

I just have to get the
herd to Abilene first.

Well, I dug up some
drovers for you, too.

They probably don't amount
to much, but they might do.

Where are they?

They're tyin' up down the trail.

Well, if they can
walk, they're hired.

Sheriff said what he rounded
up didn't amount to much.

He was so right.

But what drover ever
amounted to much?

Well, Rowdy, it's
good to have you back.

Thanks, Clay.

Seeing as we all
own part of this outfit,

it's kind of nice being here.

- What happened to your shoulder?
- Hmm?

You fall, or was you pushed?

What's the matter?
Can't you see? I just fell.

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' ♪

- Hyah!
- ♪ Rollin' rollin', rollin' ♪

Hyah!

♪ Rawhide ♪

- Hyah!
- ♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

Hyah!