Rawhide (1959–1965): Season 4, Episode 7 - The Black Sheep - full transcript

Hyah!

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'

Hyah!

What's spooking them?

Beats me. This ain't coyote country.

Storm on its way?

Not with a sky like this.

Boss.



Get that lamb out of there!

Rowdy.

Pssh! Hyah!

- You all right?
- Oh, it's bad. Pretty bad.

Let me see. Let me see.

I think she's busted.

Sorry, boss.

Oh, yeah, it's broke good.

Nothing to do but shoot you, huh, Jim?

Might as well.

Mushy, give me a couple of barrel staves
and some rags.

Yes, sir.

Get me a cup of whiskey.

It's one way of getting a drink
on this outfit.

Well?

Must have been a stray.
I didn't see no flock.

I chased him over the hill.

What happen, Jim get hurt?

He busted his leg.

Lucky he didn't break his neck.

What's a sheep doing
on a cattle trail anyway?

We better find out.

Scotty, you stay and give Wish a hand.

All right.

Now, there's a sight that would give
an honest man a fit.

Greasy moon-faced range-hogs.

The smell of them makes me
sick to my stomach.

How can any self-respecting human being
ever get started in such a business?

Takes all kinds.

Morning, gentlemen.

You the owner of this outfit?

I sure am, yes, sir.

If you're selling anything,
you're wasting your time

because I don't need any.

Why don't you stand up
when your betters are talking to you?

Neighbor, you got just five seconds
to move back where you belong.

You go ahead and start counting,
sheepman.

Rowdy.

All right, now what can I do for you?

Name's Favor. We got a herd of beef
back up the trail about a mile.

Yes, sir.

One of your lambs paid us a visit.

Well, that shows a notable lack of taste,
don't it?

Does that strike you as funny or something?

No, it don't, neighbor.

But it strikes me as full of possibilities.

Well, you just set yourself down
in the middle of a cow run sometime

and see how many possibilities you'll find.

Mister, I couldn't set myself
within a hundred yards of a cow.

I just ain't that strong in the stomach.

As a matter of fact,
even drovers give me the queasies.

So if you said your say.

Look, we can't waste any more time
having trouble with you.

You already cost us one of our drovers.

All we want from you
is to get your flock out of the way.

We'd appreciate it if you'd take them
up in the hills as soon as you can.

Every time our steers
get a whiff of your animals,

they want to cut and run.

They get used to it.

Used to it?

I'm heading north, Mr. Favor, for Twin Hats.

On the cattle trail?

Well, that's funny.

I didn't read in the Good Book

that the Lord decree this range
was just for cattle.

You know cattle can't follow sheep.

All we want is passage around your flock.

I don't blame you.
Best grass is always up ahead.

What's your name?

Tod Stone. It's a tough one to remember,
but you try.

Don't push it too hard, Stone.

I don't like sheepmen.

First one I ever run across came
a little too close to my uncle's herd.

Cattle went crazy.

My cousin got caught up in it.

He didn't get killed,
but his back got broken up pretty bad.

That almost makes us even.

Yeah?

Yeah, you should have seen
the pretty funeral I just come from.

Brother of mine got his back busted too,

along with almost every other bone
in his body

in a raid by 30 cattlemen
and 2 shepherds.

- Mr. Stone...
- Sir?

I'll ask you once more, let us by.

Mr. Favor, if I were behind,

would you let me by?

Come on.

We'll meet again, sheepman.

I hope so, neighbor. I really do hope so.

Whoa.

So what do you make of him?

He wants trouble.

I never thought I'd see a sheepman
stand up to you and get away with it.

Never will see the day a sane man
take a chance on holding up the drive

maybe for a few months
on account of a murder trial.

Well, it ain't murder to step on a bug.

One thing for sure,
we can't go dogging after him.

Look at that grass.
Cropped under the roots.

Yeah, we can't go around him,
we can't stay behind him.

What are we supposed to do?
Sprout wings and go over him?

I always knew you kept talking
long enough,

you was bound to come up
with something smart.

Huh?

Pete, what's on the other side of that ridge?

- Another valley.
- Fit for cattle?

Yeah, it's rocky,
and there's not as much water.

These two ridges form a claw.
They meet about 10 miles up.

What... What do you think would happen

if we got to that meeting place
before our young friend did?

Well, he'd eat our dust
all the way to Twin Hats.

Yeah.

Let's go.

Been up on the ridge.
No sign of any sheep.

Looks like we outflanked him.

- You sure?
- Yeah, sure.

Got to be some water on up there.
Might make a good place to bed them down.

Worth checking on.

How could it be?

Well, it couldn't.

Howdy, neighbors. What kept you?

You didn't come up that valley.

Why would I want to come through
the valley for

when there's a shortcut straight as die
just 2 miles west?

You ought to hire a scout.

Look, sheepherder...

Forget it. Come on.

Easy, you slab-sighted moss heads.

Ho down, baby. Ho down.

How is it on your side, Rowdy?

Same as here. They know sheep are around.

If this wind changes,
we're gonna be in for it good.

Well, he can't stay up
that water hole all his life.

Get him out on the rangeland.
Maybe we can pass him.

Beeves go faster than sheep, you know?

Yeah, if they got any strength left.

They won't drink where sheep have been,

and they sure as heck can't eat.

Yeah.

Collins, don't it stick in your craw
that it's a sheepman holding us up?

I don't know how we'd get rid of Stone
even if we wanted to.

Well, I tell you I've been thinking.
I got an idea.

You and I can go up to that pond,
run those sheep off and scatter them.

We could be 20 miles up the trail
by the time Stone gathers them up together.

What do you think?

Time is up, senores.
Back to the blankets.

Beeves been giving you any trouble?

Yeah, enough.

How's Quince anyway?

Very bad. The leg pained him
even through the whiskey.

Well...

All right.

Let's go.

Something is wrong.
I better tell Senor Boss.

You numbskulls!

You plugheaded,

lead-brained broken-down
wall-eyed jackasses!

What do you mean
you didn't figure he would come out here?

Well, you see...

Boss, just because the idea didn't work
didn't mean it was a bad idea.

We're just trying to help, that's all.

Oh, oh, oh, you were trying to help,
were you?

Yeah, well...

Far be it for me to stop a do-gooder.

Just happens to be your lucky night.

You know, there's about 3,000 scared steers
all the way down that valley.

And they're just waiting there
for you to help them home.

Yeah, well, we won't be able
to do much before daybreak.

You'll be lucky if you see that dust
before daybreak.

Real brilliant ideas you get, boy.

Well, at least it's gonna be
a lot worse on Stone.

He's got to gather them sheep together
all by himself.

Yep, he'll be whistling for mutton
from now until Christmas.

Well, back again, neighbors?

Tell you I never did see such an outfit

with such a unholy passion
for visiting, day and night.

I come by to tell you
I'm sorry about last night.

Looks like I didn't need to bother.

Well, sorry about what, Mr. Favor?

I was told your sheep were stampeded.

Must be surrounded
by a chronic pack of liars.

Any cotton-headed fool knows
that you can't stampede sheep.

Oh, it's true my flock did get
a little bit restless last night.

Long about 1... 1:30.

Call it what you want.

I'm sorry for the extra trouble
it put you to.

You're apologizing
to the wrong shepherd, Mr. Favor.

My dog round up the sheep.

See, he works, and I fish.

And run.

And what, neighbor?

Now cut it out, both of you.
I'm getting mighty sick of this.

I'll skip over what happened last night.

Had your reasons, nobody got hurt.

But you're headed for more trouble
than you can handle

unless you clear out of the way
of our herd and clear out fast.

You couldn't be more wrong, Mr. Favor.

You couldn't dream up any trouble
that I couldn't handle.

You take this lying cow nurse of yours...

Rowdy!

Cut it.

Collins!

Scaling knife. Must have lit straight on it.

Is he dead?

Not yet.

You get Wishbone back here in a hurry.

Yeah, sure.

Take it easy. You've been hurt.

How.

You fell on your knife.

That's clumsy.

Collins, make him a bed in his wagon.

I can take care of myself.

Fix the bed.

- Now what?
- Huh?

What are we gonna do with him?

Don't fret your heads about me,
saddle tramps.

I'll just lay here and mend.

And then, in a week or so,
we can all mosey on north again.

Wishbone, can he travel?

Not only can, he dang well better.

Cut that deep,
he's got to see a doctor right away.

Grandpappy'll have a look at it.

Grandpappy is better than most doctors.

Who's Grandpappy?

Well, didn't I tell you, Mr. Favor?

That's why I'm going to Twin Hat.

Meet up with Grandpappy.
All the Stones are headed for Twin Hat.

See Grandpappy has decided
to combine the flock

and move on up to Idaho.

He figures there will be more grass

to take away from all drovers up there.

Grandpappy don't care much for drovers.

He taught me all I know.

Man, would Grandpappy chuckle

when I come riding in with you.

Yeah.

There's a river running
north and south of here.

Yeah, it's the Squaw.

How'd it be if the sheep went up
the west side and we took the east?

That be fine.
There's plenty of grass on both sides.

Now wait a minute.

That's one way of getting around
this fella's flock.

But he can't travel 10 feet by himself.

He won't be traveling alone.

Who's gonna be going with him?

Rowdy!

Yeah.

Go back to camp, get your gear.

What for?

You're taking Stone and his sheep
to Twin Hat.

You're joking, aren't you?

Ha. Some joke.

Oh, no. Oh, no!

I'll make it real simple for you.

Go with him or get out.

What for?

I warned you not to cause any trouble.
You wouldn't let the thing be.

You made a mess.
You can clean it up.

Oh.

And anything happens to him,

Lord help you.

Oh, no.

Snakes to Hades.

If you have to hit every chuckhole in Texas.

I don't have to. It's my pleasure.

How far is it to Twin Hat anyway?

60 miles.

60 miles of this smell?

Well, take a bath.

Don't mean me, I mean the sheep.

60 miles.

Stone, are you clean out of your head
with fever,

or you know you're saddling a horse?

Look, if I'd known you were
going to take off,

I'd packed you a lunch.

Trail map says there's a town
just over the ridge.

I'm going to see if I can find a doctor.

Shoulder bad?

Yeah. Tickles a little bit, yeah.

Well, I'm going with you.

Will you keep off my back?

Look, Stone, I got one job
and that's to get you to Twin Hat.

Now, I don't much care whether
I get you there dead or alive.

But I plan on keeping my eye on the body.

Well, you're through. I excuse you.

Now, clear out. Go home.

I can get to Twin Hat myself.
Who needs you?

I ain't no beef-brained cowhand
who has to travel in a pack, like a coyote.

I go alone. Always have.

I don't need nobody.

Help me up.

Well, would you look at that?

Never thought cattle
could ever smell so good.

You stay here and smell cows.

I'm gonna find me a doctor.
Come on.

I'm looking for a doctor.
Can you help me?

Nope.

You mean a town this size...

I mean I can't help you, sheepman.

Sorry I troubled you.

Me, too.

I'll go try someplace else.

Say as long as we're here,
why don't we get ourselves a drink?

A what?

Yeah, it's a saloon, ain't it?
We'll get ourselves a drink.

Oh, all right. It's a saloon.

Well, maybe he didn't hear you.
Go ahead, yell at him.

Hey, bartender?

Hey, you deaf or something?

Nope.

Give us a bottle of whiskey
and two glasses will you?

We're fresh out of whiskey.

What do you mean,
you're fresh out of whiskey?

What's that over there? Mineral water?

It is as far as you're concerned, friend.

Now, why don't you just move on
while you still have your health?

Wool.

Wool?

Oh, now, wait a minute.
You mean, he thinks I'm a sheepman?

That's what they think.

Well, I'll be a dirty...

Look, I don't know whether to belt you
or break out laughing, mister.

Why, I hate sheepmen worse
than anybody could.

Worse than anyone here.

Look... Look, I'll tell you what happened.

Is he a sheepman or ain't he?

You got a nose. You've seen the wool.

Now what you think?

Look, I'm the ramrod of the Gil Favor outfit.

All right, sheepman, out!

Huh?

Oh.

How come you didn't say where am I?

Look, I've been in enough jails
to know where I am.

Question is how come
you ain't in here with me?

Why should I be?
I didn't start no fight.

Yeah, well, neither did I.

Sheriff thinks different.

Yeah, well, tell you I ain't
gonna stay in here for very long.

You are until you pay your fine.

Yeah, well, I got some money.

What happened?
I had close to $20 with me.

Oh, that. Well, the sheriff took that to pay
for the breakage in the saloon.

Breakage? What...

He ain't gonna get away with that!

Sheriff!

Sheriff!

Yates, you are the slowest learner man
I've ever met.

You gonna shut your face
or I shut it for you?

Look, I didn't start no fight.
I want my money back.

And how come I'm the only one
stuck in here anyway?

Mister, you're the only one I had to protect.

10 more minutes,
they'd take you outside and hung you.

I want a jury trail.

He don't mean that.

I hope he don't mean it.

I'd hate to see what a cattle jury
would do to you. It'd scare me.

Look, I'm an American citizen.

You're nothing. You're a sheepman.

I ain't no sheep herder.

Look...

Tell him I ain't no sheep herder.

Um, he ain't no sheep herder.

You jaspers'd try to lie your way
out of heaven.

Look, I'm telling you l...

Well, it's been real interesting,
but I still got to find my doctor.

Um, Sheriff, here's his bail.

Oh, put it away.

I wouldn't take a penny off you
to close my eyes if I was dead.

Stone.

Help me out, will you?

- Hey.
- Yeah.

I'm looking for the vet.

You're looking at him.

One thing I better warn you about

I ain't much of a hand with sheep.

It ain't my sheep that's sick.
It's me.

Well, what's your problem?

I got cut.

Yeah, well, that's the trouble
with your breed... quarrelsome.

Yeah, well, come on over here in the shed.

Sit right down there.

Been feeling feverish?

Yea, sometimes.
Sometimes as cold as ice.

Now, this might burn.

Might?

Hey, what's the matter with her?

Oh, I ain't sure yet.

She's a pretty sick girl, though.

They brought her clear down
from Paint-Pot.

That's just up above Twin Hat.

Say, I wonder if you'd mind
moving away a little?

It's that sheep smell.

Might make her jumpy.

Yeah, I know how she feels.

I'm gonna give you some herbs
to try and crack that fever.

They work mighty fine on a hog.

Great.

You boil a double handful
in a quart of water.

Then you give him a cupful
every hour or so.

Well, that ought to do her.

Well, it feels a lot better.
How much do I owe you?

Oh, that's on the house.

Thanks.

Hey.

That friend of yours is a mighty sick boy.

That fever is gonna get a lot worse
before it gets any better.

You got far to travel?

Not too far.

I suggest you get a room in town.

Though I don't know of any hotel
that would take you.

Yeah, well, we'll manage.

That's one thing
about you sheep herders.

You stick together.

Well, so long.

Lift your head up.

I don't want any. Leave me alone.

Come on.

If a man's dead, he ought to stay dead.

Can't argue with you about that,
no, I can't.

I mean it.

Take it easy, will you Stone?

You know, where I went Perce,
after your funeral?

I went to the old church.

Perce, I prayed...

that dear God forgive me.

Let me forget what I've done.

You're dead, Perce!
I can't do anything about it!

It's all right. Get some sleep, Stone.

Two of us against 30 cattlemen.

It ain't sane!
Perce, come on, will you come on?

Then, when they were gone, I rode back.

I found you by the fire.

Dear Lord, you were so broken.

It's my fault.

My fault.

It's my fault.

Stone? Stone?

You get your clammy hand out of my face.

You all right?

Feel like I've been running
up and down a mountain all night.

Yeah, three nights.

- Three?
- Yeah.

Since we've seen that vet?

Yeah.

Well, thanks for sticking around.

Every time I dreamt old Perce was here.

That's my brother.
The one who was murdered by...

By the cattlemen.

Well, maybe I ought to fix us some grub.

Yates.

Yeah.

I dreamt I did a lot of talking to Perce.

Well, is that so?

You make out any of it?

Look, Stone, when something
ain't none of my business

I just let it go in one ear
and right out the other.

Did I tell you I ran?

It's all over with now.
Why don't you forget it?

I guess I had to tell somebody.

Man ain't built to carry secrets like that.

Well, you didn't kill him.

No, but I didn't help him.

I could have pick off one or two cowhands
if I'd stayed.

Maybe that's what
I'm trying to make up for now.

I think back l...

I didn't have to take the Chisholm Trail.

But it's as though I wanted to pick a fight.
Kill somebody.

Didn't matter who,
just as long as it was a cattleman.

I'll tell you something funny.

Met a couple of cattlemen
I wouldn't mind killing myself here lately.

It's been... been a crazy trip, Yates.

Yeah.

There's another pack of cards
over there on the wagon.

Well, what I meant was if...

You know, we can play this double
if you wanted to?

Yeah, all right.

You know, Stone, sheep ain't so bad
when you get to know them.

Sheep?

Sheep is the dumbest animal in the world.

You take a cow.
Now, cow's got some brains anyway.

Yeah, but not the cows I've been driving.

Miserable slab-sided scrubs.

Guess we're just about to Twin Hat.

Yeah.

You'll be back to the herd,
and I'm down my way to Idaho.

You know, Stone, I've been thinking.

About what?

Well, about that brother of yours.

How you keep blaming yourself.

Got a hunch that's ended now.
I just could never get it before.

Talk about it,
but I've been turning it over in my head.

And I keep coming back to the opinion
that Perce's wrong, too.

He always wanted to shoot
a cattleman on sight.

But, well, cattlemen ain't really so bad

once you get to know them.

Holy smoke.

It's Cousin Don and Cousin Jimmy
and there's Grandpappy!

Hey, Grandpappy!

Must be all the sheep
in the world down there.

A beautiful sight, ain't it?

It's a nightmare.

It'll be 20 years before anything grows
in that valley again.

Well, what's that matter?

It matters to the cattle.
I have to follow them through there.

And miserable slab-sighted scrubs.

Well, at least they got sense enough
to leave a little grass

and hold the land together.

Ah, get rid of the sheep,

otherwise this little old world
might fall to pieces, huh?

Yeah, well, I wouldn't mind.

That's right.
Scatter the flocks, kill the shepherds.

That's the way it's always been.
That's the way it always will be.

Cowhand can't change his spots
no more than a leopard.

Or a sheepman.

Or a sheepman.

Now get out of this wagon, cow nurse.

Hup.

Well, boy, we thought you were lost.

Just had a little trouble along the way,
Grandpappy.

Well, now, just settle down.
Just settle down.

All right, now hold him, boys.
Hold him.

Hey, the prodigal's back.

Well, you don't look too bad
for two weeks in purgatory.

Oh, no, I feel fine.
How's Jim's leg?

Oh, it's fine, only he won't admit it.

He's been riding along
in the supply wagon like the King of Siam

eating bonbons and reading light novels.

You deliver Stone all right?

Oh, yeah. He's all right.

I got him up there with his family
at Twin Hat.

You never saw so many sheep in your life.
There must be over a thousand of them.

You're lucky a sight like that
didn't strike you blind.

Well, sheepherder.

- Oh, howdy.
- Hi.

You two know each other?

Oh, we met,
only I ain't no sheepherder.

I just happen to be with one that day.

Well, I sure apologize, son. No offense.

Incidentally, your herd's all right.

That steer didn't have anthrax.

Thank the Lord for that.

And thank you for examining him.

Anthrax?

Yeah, you remember that sick cow
in my place.

Yeah.

Well, that's what she died of.

There's no signs of it here.
It's all confined to west bank of the river.

North of Twin Hat.

- Well...
- Wait a minute.

Anthrax can be just as bad for sheep
as it is on cattle, isn't it?

Oh, worse, worse.

Clean out a whole flock once it gets in.

- Adios.
- Adios.

Well, what's a matter with you?

Hmm?

Oh, I was just thinking.

Stone and them,
they're going to be going up the west side.

What about it?

Well, they're going to be in real bad shape

if somebody don't tell them
about that anthrax.

Somebody probably will.

What do you care anyhow?

You want them swarming over
like bunch of locusts

eating up all of our grass.

Our grass, Senor Pete?

Doesn't matter whose grass it is.

What counts is their herd.

Maybe they can move in behind us
or something.

Yeah, like Stone did?

Well, that was different.

What is the matter with you?

You turning sheepherder on us?

- No, l...
- Well, then forget it.

Rowdy, they don't understand.

They didn't spend two weeks
on a sheep drive.

That didn't change me any.

That's what I keep telling my family
in Mexico.

I say I'm the same man I was before,
but they can't understand it.

Do you know what they call me?

No, what?

Yanqui, and they spit when they say it.

Rowdy.

Where you going?

Well, like I said,

somebody's got to warn Stone
about that pastureland.

Have you gone plumb crazy?

You hated sheepherders
worse than anybody. Now...

I still hate them. That ain't the point.

What is the point?

I'll be back.

All right, you're a grown boy.

But let's get one thing straight.

The first sheepherder across that river
starts a war.

You tell him that.

I thought you were the one
who didn't want trouble.

They'll be starting it, not me.

You sure about that?

First one across.

Who are you? What do you want?

Name's Yates.

Better known as neighbor Yates.

Howdy, neighbor.

Look, I ain't in such a great mood,
Stone, so don't bait me, will you?

Yates?

Yes. It's the one I come up with.

Oh, that one.

I got something to tell you,
then I'll be on my way.

Well, go ahead, tell it.

Well, you can't go up this side of the river.

The range is infected with anthrax.

I must have been crazy to come in here.

I should have known
you wouldn't listen to me.

You ain't the first to stop in
and tell the same story.

Just the first cattleman.

Why'd you come down here, Yates?

Oh, what's it matter?

Might matter a lot
if I decided to cross that river

and hit right into an ambush.

There won't be any ambush.
They'll be an open fight.

So the one place to ford that river
and that's up by Twin Hat.

and the herd will be on the other side.

There's six of us.
How many drovers?

22.

That's better odds than the anthrax gives.

There's another way.

What other way?

Turn south and cross in behind the herd.

And follow?

It's possible.

It ain't possible.

Something's happened to you.

You're different since Perce died.

Talk like an old woman.

We're crossing at the ford.

But if we can save a...

Are you the leader of this family now?

No.

Then keep your mouth shut.

Ho. Stop.

I never thought he'd do it.

You ever try to figure why he do it?

Whoa. Whoa.

There's Rowdy.

Blasted pig-headed fool.

Great big gangling country,

and here we are ready to kill each other
over a handful of grass.

What are you mumbling about?

Nothing.

Cattleman, why don't you clear out?
You make me nervous.

Are you waiting for a reward?

Look, I got another idea.

I said clear out.

Mr. Favor is right across the river.

At least give me a chance
to talk to him, will you?

No.

Sounds like you want this fight pretty bad.

You sound like you're mighty afraid of it.

Some of the cow herd's yellow back
rub off on you, grandson?

The first one belongs to me.
Hold your fire until I tell you.

But, Senor Boss, if Rowdy's there?

He knew what he was getting into.

Let's go.

No.

What?

No more. No more. No more.

What kind of a crazy idea is this?

Maybe we could kill a few of them
before they wipe us out.

But what's the advantage?

The advantage?

In being a man?

What's the advantage in running?

But it ain't always
black or white, run or fight.

Sometimes there's a way in the middle.

Like what?

Like talking.

To cattlemen?

How can you talk to something
that ain't even human?

Ask Perce.

Well, maybe if Perce had talked
instead of fighting, he'd be alive to ask.

We're both wrong.

Him for shooting and me for running.

Running?

Yeah, I pulled out.
But that was wrong, and I know it.

But I can't make it right now by going
the other way, and I know that, too.

If they pull one trigger over there,
I'll fight.

But until they do, I'll listen.

I don't know where the hate starts.

But I'll tell you where
it's gonna stop, Grandpappy.

It's gonna stop right here.

Right here, we're gonna put our guns down.
We're gonna talk.

They ain't animals.
They're human beings just like us.

Right, cow nurse?

Right, sheepman.

- Cousin Tod?
- Yeah, Cousin Jay.

You said talk. Talk about what?

About waiting here
until the herd gets far enough ahead

so the sheep smell doesn't bother them.

About following after
and crossing back when we can.

This family don't talk to cowhands.

Can't do it alone, can you, Grandpappy?

Found that out myself.

Want me to come with you?

Right.

No.

- No, Grandpappy.
- What are you doing?

You can't shoot Tod.

The other one. I want the other one.

- No!
- That'll stop him!

Don't come any closer.

Hold it there, I'm warning you.

Mr. Favor, they want to talk.

Well, neighbor, like I said.
It's been a crazy trip.

Crazy beginning. Crazy middle.

Not too bad an ending, all things considered.

Eh what, sheepman?

Right, cow nurse.

Head 'em up!

Move them 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!

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