Rawhide (1959–1965): Season 5, Episode 1 - Incident of the Hunter - full transcript
A man looking for a job is recognized by Rowdy and Clay. Rowdy knows him as a fellow Confederate soldier while Clay knows him as a bounty hunter. When he admits it, everyone begins to think he is after them causing the men to revolt.
- Hyah!
-♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪
♪ Keep movin', movin', movin' ♪
♪ Though they're disapprovin' ♪
♪ Keep them doggies movin' ♪
♪ Rawhide! ♪
♪ Don't try to understand them ♪
♪ 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! ♪
-(whip cracks)
- ♪Cut '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!
-♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪
(whip cracks twice)
♪♪
(thunder crashes)
-(whooping)
- Whoa!
- Hyah! Hyah!
-(whistling)
Hyah!
(thunder crashes)
-(thunder crashes)
-(horse neighs)
(yells)
(men shouting, whistling)
(birds chirping)
ROWDY: We gonna
bed down here for the night?
We'll move as long
as it's light.
19-year-old.
- Hm?
- Nothing.
-♪♪
-(men shouting)
(bellowing)
Fuller! Wake up!
Take 'em in!
(whistles)
What is the matter
with you, Fuller!
What do you think you're on,
some kind of a picnic?
- It ain't me, it's the cows.
- Oh, I see.
You mean they don't want to go
north all by theirselves?
No, I mean
something's turning 'em.
Something turning 'em?
Everything turns 'em!
The wind even turns them!
It's your job to see
that they don't turn!
- Now, get to it!
Mr...
Don't argue about it!
Do it!
(cattle bellowing)
Troubles?
Aw, that two-bit tin god!
One day he's gonna push me
one good inch too far.
Well, he's got a lot
on his mind, Art.
I've never seen him
wound up this tight.
Well, let him pick on
somebody else for a change.
You think he hasn't been?
I
(sighs)
(chuckles)
(exhales)
(horse approaching)
(sighs)
Hi.
- Now what?
- Hm?
Somebody give you the day off?
Nope.
Well, then get back to the herd.
Well?
Well, I just thought that, uh,
seeing as we're taking a break,
maybe we could
have a little talk.
We're a week behind schedule.
I am on a cutoff
that Clay isn't even sure of.
We're undermanned,
the cows are skittish as kite,
and you want
to have a little talk?
(quietly):
Yeah.
You know...
some one of these days,
a whole, oh, five minutes
is gonna go by when
one of you jayhawks
don't come up with
a world-shakin' problem...
and the shock's gonna kill me.
All right, all right,
let's hear it.
Come on, come on.
Well...
(sighs)
it's about Fuller.
What about Fuller?
Well, he thinks
you're riding him too hard.
He thinks I'm ri...
Well, of course I'm riding him.
I'm gonna keep on riding him
till he gives a day's work
for a day's pay.
This has been a tough drive,
boss, with Jones...
They're all tough.
Yeah, but not
as bad as this one.
You know, the prairie fire
the first week,
and starting out six men short
in the first place,
and then having
to lose all that time...
I'll make it up.
Well, what good's
that gonna do if it kills you?
Look, we've been
on a lot of drives together,
and, uh...
well...
(laughs softly)
why don't you let me take over
for a few days until...
Until when?
Well, until you get a chance
to loosen up a bit.
You trying to say you think
I can't handle the drive?
No, no, not that.
Tell me, why is it...
why in the world is it everybody
and his brother thinks
they can handle the job better
than the boss, huh? Why? Why?
I never figured that,
I never figured that.
Look, when I want your help,
I'll ask for it.
Until then, you take care
of your own job.
Everybody's walking around
like sleepwalkers!
I got to take care
of everything myself! I...
Well, what am I hollering for?
There's a little,
uh, town, you know,
ten miles over to the east.
You ought to ride over
and, uh, relax,
maybe play a few games of cards,
relax a bit.
(chuckles)
You know, I can't
wreck the whole herd
in two miserable days.
I wonder.
Why don't you give it a try.
Maybe you got an idea there.
Just might, uh...
MAN:
Mr. Favor!
Cattle's going crazy up front!
- Stampede? -Not yet, but we
sure can't keep 'em straight.
(bellowing)
-(whistling)
- Hyah!
(loud bellowing in distance)
Hey!
(bellowing continues)
ROWDY:
Uh-oh. Wild bull.
No wonder they were having fits.
Judas Priest,
look at the size of him.
(low grumbling)
Get back and help 'em
with the herd.
(men shouting in distance)
(bellowing)
(distant hollering)
(low mooing)
Since when did you
start chasing strays?
It's no stray.
It's a wild one?
Free as the breeze.
But he spooked the whole herd.
He'll raise Cain
until he's killed.
- Better get him.
- Right.
Oh, by the way,
how's things look up ahead?
Well, there could be trouble.
I'll tell you about it later.
(hollering, whistling)
(hollers)
(hollering)
Hyah! (whistles)
(neighing)
Jenkins.
-(groans)
- Take it easy.
I can't get my breath.
It's his ribs.
How bad?
Bad enough.
No riding for a while.
He should stay flat on his back
couple of days.
All right, bed down the herd.
What happened to him?
He was out chasing strays.
Took a bad fall.
How about the bull?
Oh, I ran into a chuckhole
right after I left you.
He's still running.
- Probably won't be back.
- Don't bet on it.
I hope you don't plan
to set here for very long.
The man says he needs two days.
I think you better give up
the idea of using this cutoff.
Oh, why?
Well, there's a river up ahead.
I know.
You said we'd be able
to ford it.
11 months out of the year,
we would,
but the, uh, snow
is melting upstream right now.
Is she flooded?
Well, not yet, but, uh,
two wasted days isn't
going to help our odds any.
Fine. Just fine.
Oh, maybe we could leave
a man with Jenkins.
They could come over later
after we've crossed.
Jenkins out,
we're shorthanded as it is.
Leave another man behind,
we're in real trouble.
I could make it with ten men.
Oh, you could get him across,
couldn't you?
Yeah, well, sure.
You driving the herd now?
No, but, I mean,
if you're going to be in town...
Town? What is this?
Well, Mr. Yates here
is just aching for me to retire.
Aren't you, Mr. Yates?
I never said that.
Mr. Yates figures I've
just about reached
the end of the line.
Look...
Careful, ramrod.
You don't want to aggravate
the little tin god
of the plains.
Got something to say to me,
Fuller?
Yeah, you bet your life I have.
I told you it was more than
the wind turning those cows.
I don't care what turns them.
You were hired
to keep them straight.
Yeah, and what are you
hired for?
Sit by a shady stream while
those cows are cutting loose?
You...
Oh, get on back to work, Fuller.
(sighs)
Close.
Yeah?
(cattle lowing)
(crickets chirping)
Come on.
Come on, open up your mouth.
I don't want no more.
Are you gonna open up,
or am I gonna have
to stuff it down your nose?
Wish, I'm in terrible pain.
How about some
of that cooking wine
to help ease
this unbearable constant agony?
You better open up,
or I'll give you something
to agonize about.
Oh!
Golly, he looks just like
a little bird in a nest,
don't he, Mr. Wishbone?
(laughter)
(laughter continues)
(wind whistling)
(bull bellowing)
- Well, he's back, huh?
- Yeah.
Maybe somebody ought
to go after him.
Waste of time in the dark.
(bellowing)
(bellowing)
-(neighing)
- Git!
(bellowing)
(neighing)
(speaking Spanish)
It's just me. Favor.
Oh, Senor Boss...
(speaking Spanish)
Where is he?
Up there, Senor.
He give you any trouble?
No, the horses don't like him
to be so near.
They know he's a murderer
with the bull ring.
No, no, not that one, Hey Soos.
He's a little too crafty.
(speaking Spanish)
(grunts)
You know about bullfights,
Senor?
Well, I've seen a few corridas.
Tell me, did you ever see
a torero called El Caparon?
Nope.
He fought in the fiestas
in the Bora villages,
but only for two years.
Killed?
Yes.
Friend of yours?
My oldest brother.
It was a bull
very much like that one.
Muy sentido.
He was a brave man, my brother.
Braver than me.
Just 'cause he was a torero?
Oh, not just because
he was a torero, Señor.
Where I come from,
every man wanted
to be a matador,
and every man,
at the same time, was afraid.
My brother faced his fear.
And you?
I postponed it.
Buenas noches, amigo.
(bull bellowing)
Oh, Senor Favor,
you will send somebody
to kill him tomorrow?
Soon as it's light.
Please, let me go.
Oh, I'm afraid
I can't spare you.
I need you on the remuda.
We're pushing out a daybreak.
But what about Jenkins?
Well, I'll have to have Wishbone
fix a bed for him
in the supply wagon.
We can't leave him.
We sure can't stay here
any longer.
(sighs)
How they looking out here?
Oh, they're quiet as babies.
Well, I sure hope old big mouth
don't move any closer.
You talking about Favor
or the bull?
Well, the bull.
No.
Sound like
you're a little disappointed.
Well, anything
for a little excitement.
Which reminds me,
why don't we look up that town
Clay told us about?
Looks like
we're gonna be stuck here
for a couple of days at least.
Yeah, might not be a bad idea,
you know?
You gonna drink
some civilized liquor?
Dance with some
of those good-looking women?
And maybe we could, uh...
(hoof beats approaching)
(horse chuffing)
It's a private tea party,
or can anybody join?
Oh, hi there, boss.
Maybe you ain't heard,
but those cows get restless
when they're left alone
at night.
That's right.
I was just on my way.
Yeah.
(horse chuffing)
Mr. Favor?
Huh?
Uh, since we're gonna be around
these parts for a while...
We ain't.
We're pulling out at sunup.
Sunup?
FAVOR:
Yeah. By the way, Fuller,
you as good
at shooting off a gun
as you are
shooting off your mouth?
Why?
Soon as it gets light enough,
I want you
to get after that bull.
- Aw...
- FAVOR: More objections?
No. You're the boss.
Meantime, if he comes in
too close tonight, cut him down.
Well, there goes
that trip to town
and those dancing women.
(sighs)
Don't be too sure, ramrod.
(sputtering)
(bellowing)
Easy, you slab-sided freaks.
(cattle lowing)
(bellowing)
(sputtering)
(cattle lowing)
(bellowing)
Fuller?
He's over on your side.
Stampede!
Come on, everybody up.
Let's go. Come on, move it.
Come on, get up there,
everybody.
Come on, let's move.
(calling to cattle)
Hyah!
(whistles)
Hyah.
(calling to cattle)
Hmm.
I've been wondering
when you were gonna have
sense enough to come in.
- You pick up that last 50?
- No.
(Favor clears his throat)
Not going to, either,
not in the shape you're in.
Now why don't you call it off
for a while?
I did that.
Well, now you're making sense.
What everybody needs around here
is a good night's sleep.
Nobody's sleeping
till we get across the river.
I hope you didn't say
what I think you said.
Yeah, we're pushing on.
Rowdy's heading up the herd,
so get your ridings ready.
You me now?!
Yeah, I mean now.
Boss, nobody's closed their eyes
for a week around here
since last midnight.
Get your wagons ready!
(Favor sighs)
We'll make it by sundown?
We'd better.
We only lost a day.
Would she flood in a day?
Yeah, that thing could flood
in an hour.
You know, this is getting to be
the wrong side
of the river to be on.
Didn't you, uh,
spot our two friends up there?
Hmm?
Kiowa?
Kiowa. It's their territory,
and we're the strangers.
(Favor sighs)
Oh, maybe you could buy 'em off
with a couple of beefs.
(Favor laughs)
I know one piece of beef
I sure would give 'em
without a fight.
I meant to ask you about that.
Uh, how'd he...
how'd he get in so close?
Who was on night watch?
Rowdy and Fuller.
Hey, come to think of it,
I haven't seen Fuller all day.
I sent him out
to track the bull
soon as the sun come up.
Well, he ain't a bad shot.
Maybe that's one job
he can do.
Yeah, maybe.
(men calling to cattle)
-(whistling)
- Hyah.
(whistling)
Howdy, ramrod.
Where you been, Fuller?
Who, me?
Town?
No, no.
Where'd you get that paint
on your face?
Some Indian, I suppose.
(chuckles)
I guess you'll be running off
to tell Favor now, huh?
He'd kill you.
The only that would bother me
about that
is that we'd be short one hand.
I'll take care of you myself.
I don't mind a fight, ramrod,
but don't you think this
is an awful lot of fuss
just for me going into town?
Fuss is, Fuller,
that bull hit last night
on your side of the herd.
The devil he did.
I wondered why you hadn't gotten
any farther than you had.
And you picked him up
all that time?
All this time.
That strikes you real funny,
don't it?
(giggling)
You know, I was just thinking
about you here,
working here all night long
and me dancing
with those pretty girls.
(Fuller guffawing)
What's the joke?
Well?
No joke, but, uh...
Well, did you get him?
Who?
Who? The bull.
What else you been after?
No, no, he got away from me.
Well, did you trail him?
Yeah, I trailed him.
I guess about 30 miles.
Should be halfway
to Mexico by now,
the way he was traveling.
- YATES: Boss?
- Huh?
Ah, forget it.
What's that about?
Beats me.
I
Well, there she is.
Twice the size
and still growing.
If we hadn't had that stampede,
I think we might have made it.
"If," story of my life.
If, if, if.
Wouldn't you know it?
Let's bed them down.
(bull bellowing)
Fuller!
You want me?
So, you chased him halfway
to Mexico, huh?
(bellowing continues)
Well, I'll be danged.
He come back, did he?
And just maybe he never went.
You calling me a liar,
trail boss?
I might be calling you
a lot worse than that, boy.
Where was you
when that bull cut across
the bid ground last night?
Well, let's say I wasn't
sleeping the way you was.
Cut across your side.
Why didn't you shoot?
Well, he come in quick,
it was dark...
I never did see you
during that stampede.
Well, I can't help it;
I was there.
Now, you ask your ramrod.
Don't seem like my ramrod's got
an awful lot to say.
Where was you, Fuller,
scared off?
I ain't been scared of nothing
my whole life,
including you, trail boss.
I went to town.
You did what?
You heard me.
Into...
You left the herd?
You were the cause
of that stampede? You...
You take your hand off...
(grunts)
All right, all right,
that's enough, forget it.
Forget it?
Oh, let him go.
I'm all right.
(cow moos)
All right, give me my pay.
You only get your pay
if you've earned it.
You want to quit, quit.
Oh, yeah, you'd like that,
wouldn't you, trail boss?
(cow moos)
I'll tell you what.
I'll make a bargain with you.
That bull's ears
for a month's wages.
That's the end of it.
Al right.
I want a fresh horse.
Take your pick.
Take this one.
Ah, good choice.
He's a smart boy,
afraid of nothing.
How will you do it?
Do what?
Get close enough to fight him.
He's very clever.
He's just a half a ton of beef
as far as I'm concerned.
Oh, no, no.
What do you mean, no?
Well, I mean, he's a brave bull.
He deserves a little respect.
(scoffs)
Senor Fuller.
Yeah.
Would you mind
if I went with you?
What for?
Oh, just to help.
All right, suit yourself.
Any sign of him?
Not on the other side.
I told you he was a clever one.
Well, he's been at the water.
These tracks lead
right over there.
Senor.
((moos)
One little move,
and he'll charge.
(snorts)
FULLER:
Take a rifle to knock him down.
How do we get to the horses?
Well, I guess
we'd better tippy-toe
soft and easy like.
(horse neighing)
(snorts)
(horse neighing)
(mooing)
(whinnying)
(yelling)
(screams)
(two gunshots)
(panting)
I'm sorry, Senor Fuller.
Dios mio.
Will he make it?
Well, with a team of surgeons
and the Archangel Gabriel
he might.
I never liked him much,
but that's a tough way to die.
Well, there's nothing
you can do.
Why don't you go on
and get some sleep?
Mushy and I will watch.
Not now.
Wish.
- Well...?
-It's all over.
Get a couple of shovels
out of the wagon.
Mr. Favor.
You want this now?
What for?
To read at the service.
No.
No, I've had enough.
You read it.
Why me?
You're the trail boss.
No more.
What do you mean?
I mean, I'm through,
I've had enough.
- Through?
- You can't just quit.
I can't?
Hey, w-w-wait a minute.
Hey, boss, let's...
The herd's in good shape.
If you're scared
to take 'em across here,
you can take 'em further west.
Bound to find a place to ford.
Lose a little time, then you'll
be out of Kiowa territory.
Hey, wait just a minute.
Wait, wait for what,
for a couple more to be killed?
Can't quit.
He won't.
Just give him time
to work it out.
Well, that's fine, Wishbone, but
supposing he don't work it out.
Well, I guess
we'd better do some digging.
What do you think is
a good place, Clay,
up in the hill there?
Oh, yeah, I guess so.
Rowdy.
Yeah.
You're the ramrod.
Yeah, so what?
What are you driving at?
Well, if he does leave,
I think you'd better be
ready to take over.
He's right, Rowdy.
He ain't right.
What do you think this is,
Christmas,
and you're giving out
presents or something?
Being trail boss is no present.
Yeah, well, whatever it is,
I'll earn it on my own.
You've earned it.
(sighs)
Al right.
Good.
I'll head west down the river
and see what's...
Hold it, we're not going west.
Why not?
Because we're eight days
behind schedule right now
and we haven't got time to go
looking around for any shallows.
We'll move 'em across
right here.
Well, we will...
We'll move 'em across
right here.
It can't be done!
Now, simmer down, you two!
You taken a look
at that river lately?
We can make it.
You'll lose half the herd.
Then that's my worry.
- Now, Rowdy, maybe...
- Are your wagons ready?
Almost, except
for strapping Jenkins in.
Toothless.
Help Mushy with the shovels.
- Right, boss.
- Excuse me.
(sighs)
Hey Soos, you'll take
the remuda across first.
No.
No?
I am going home, Señor Rowdy.
Home, why?
'Cause I can't stay with
my friends, now I am a coward.
- Hey Soos... -Senor, I ran
when the wild bull charged.
Anybody would have run.
Senor Fuller didn't.
My brother never did.
Look, will you forget about it?
I can't replace you,
I need a horse-wrangler.
I'm sorry, senor.
Uh, Mr. Favor, I think it's time
you and me had a little chat.
Well, go ahead, chat.
Well, we've known each other
for a good many years.
We've been on a lot
of drives together.
Yeah.
I wonder why.
Why what?
Wonder why we do it
year after year.
Couldn't have been
for the money.
Half the time
there weren't none.
Same dust every spring,
same heat,
same scrawny cows.
You know, you know, it's
like walking into a big cage
and locking the door
on yourself.
Is that what trail-bossing means
to you-- being a prisoner?
Well, never did afore.
Well, what's so different
this time?
I don't know...
it just all builds up.
Well, everybody's
in a kind of a jail.
Who's free?
That wild bull, for one.
Well, now,
Fuller wasn't your fault.
You can't blame yourself
for that.
Who else should I blame?
Well, nobody.
It just happens.
Like Jones and Jenkins,
that whitewater up ahead--
they just happened.
You start using 'em
for a crutch now
and you'll be breaking mirrors
the rest of your life.
Look, Wish, I just got
to get it off my back.
I got to unwind this once.
You ain't got a right to unwind.
Now, Mr. Favor, I never stepped
out of line with you
in all the years
we've knowed each other,
but maybe there's a time
for everything.
Now, I don't know
what you're looking for,
but I'm mighty well certain
you're not going to find it
with your kids or in any saloon
or anywhere else.
Oh, Wish.
Now, who says you're the only
man alive with any problems?
Everybody's got problems--
Rowdy, Clay, Hey Soos,
everybody.
Now, what they need is a hand
to steady 'em, help 'em.
Somebody else can help 'em.
Well, there isn't anybody else.
That's your job--
making the decisions.
Yeah, but the right ones.
Right, wrong or indifferent,
they're yours to make.
Now, that's the way it is.
Senor Boss, would you like
company for a little way?
What?
Or have you changed your mind
about leaving?
No, I ain't changed my mind
about nothing.
Well, got a river to cross.
Let's move 'em out.
(water rushing)
What's he waiting for,
Mr. Wishbone?
Oh, shut up.
(sighs)
Well?
Looks pretty deep.
Oh, it doesn't look any deeper
than it did yesterday.
Oh, if that wagon sinks
in that river,
Jenkins'll drown like a rat.
I'm thinking maybe
we better wait a while.
Look, if you're afraid to cross,
let's head on west.
I ain't afraid.
We'll wait.
(sighing)
(horse chuffing)
Senor, these are his tracks.
Senor Fuller was over there.
The horses were back up there.
The bull, Hey Soos--
where did he come from?
Up there. The arroyo.
Where the tracks lead now.
You... you must do this thing?
I'll have to take him, Hey Soos.
I guess I owe Fuller that much.
Maybe myself.
But this arroyo--
it's very bad.
El Toro can come from anywhere
at any time.
If he is too close...
I could use some help, Hey Soos.
HEY SOOS:
I..
I tried to help once.
I... I can't do it again.
Vaya con dios.
You... you feel contempt
for me, Senor Favor?
No.
I think you do.
You're wrong, Hey Soos.
Via con dios, Senor.
(horse chuffing)
I decided the contempt
I have didn't come from you.
From myself.
I don't know what good I'll be.
You scared?
Scared to death.
Oh, that makes two of us.
How shall we do it?
I'll try to close in on him,
but if he slips past me
and cuts back this way,
you take him, all right?
Al right.
(bull bellowing)
(neighing, gunshot)
(neighing continues, gunshot)
(sputtering)
Fuller!
(low growling)
(growling)
(bellowing)
(sad bellowing)
(low bellowing)
(low sputtering)
(sputtering)
Did I... do this?
I sure don't see
nobody else around.
Oh, dios mio.
Well, why didn't you shoot him?
I don't know.
I guess my need was
to face him, not to kill him.
All right, stand off.
- Senor Boss?
- Yeah?
Look.
Kiowa?
FAVOR:
I guess.
Think it's a raiding party.
Or a herd.
What should we do?
We'd best stay out of their way.
I think I'll go back,
Señor Boss.
What for? To warn 'em?
They'll be a full day's west
by now.
Kiowa won't follow "em that deep
into Cheyenne territory,
and the Cheyenne sure
won't bother "em.
No. I mean,
I just want to go back.
There's no reason not to now.
I faced the wild bull.
It's like it was sort of
important to you, Hey Soos.
The most important moment
of my life.
Oh, I know I should have known
better than run the first time.
I did a terrible thing.
I'm ashamed.
But it will never happen again.
I know that.
Sounds like it was more
than just the bull you faced.
Yes, maybe it was, Senor.
Like fear?
Yeah, like fear.
Like responsibilities,
like decisions.
(Favor sighs)
Senor, what are you doing?
I'll cut the hobble on him.
We'll leave the tether on,
but he ought to be able
to break it in two, three days.
There's enough grass
and water around
for him to last that long.
We'll have the herd out
of his territory by then.
Like you say,
you just have to face the bull.
You don't have to kill it.
(horse sputters)
(bellowing)
Let's go, hombre.
(water rushing)
Well, it's been mighty quiet
since that smoke stopped.
Well, we can still head west
along the river.
Oh, they'd overtake us for sure.
The only thing left to do,
then, is try to cross and...
Is Hey Soos with you?
Back at the remuda.
Thought you was
a-going west?
Rowdy wanted to try the river.
Well, why didn't you?
What's it matter?
You're back now.
You can take over.
I'll take over
on the other side.
- Well, but...
- But what?
I'm not sure
we can make it across there.
Well, I ain't sure, neither.
(cattle lowing)
You're the boss.
(Rowdy sighs)
Quince?
Yeah?
ROWDY: We're moving 'em across.
Head 'em out.
Right.
- ROWDY: And, uh, Jim?
I want some Kiowa insurance.
Put six men on drag with rifles.
- They'll be there.
- ROWDY: Move 'em out.
(Favor sighs)
All right, move 'em across.
(men calling to cattle)
(men calling to cattle,
whistling, cattle lowing)
(whistling)
(men calling to cattle)
(whistling,
men calling to cattle)
(men calling to cattle)
(whistling)
(men calling to cattle)
(cattle lowing, whistling)
(men calling to cattle,
cattle lowing)
Keep 'em moving.
(men calling to cattle)
(whistling)
(men calling to cattle,
whistling)
Don't let 'em turn.
(men calling to cattle,
whistling)
Yeah, keep moving.
(men calling to cattle,
whistling)
(men calling to cattle,
whistling, cattle lowing)
Hyah. Hyah. Come on.
(whistling,
men calling to cattle)
Keep 'em moving.
We're gonna make it.
(men calling to cattle)
(men calling to cattle,
whistling)
Head 'em up!
Move 'em out!
♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪
♪ Keep movin', movin', movin' ♪
♪ Though they're disaprovin' ♪
♪ Keep them doggies movin' ♪
♪ Rawhide! ♪
♪ 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! ♪
-(whip cracks)
-♪ Cut 'em out, ride 'em in ♪
♪ Ride 'em in, let 'em out,
cut 'em out, ride 'em in ♪
♪ Rawhide...! ♪
Hyah!
(whip cracks twice)
-♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪
♪ Keep movin', movin', movin' ♪
♪ Though they're disapprovin' ♪
♪ Keep them doggies movin' ♪
♪ Rawhide! ♪
♪ Don't try to understand them ♪
♪ 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! ♪
-(whip cracks)
- ♪Cut '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!
-♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪
(whip cracks twice)
♪♪
(thunder crashes)
-(whooping)
- Whoa!
- Hyah! Hyah!
-(whistling)
Hyah!
(thunder crashes)
-(thunder crashes)
-(horse neighs)
(yells)
(men shouting, whistling)
(birds chirping)
ROWDY: We gonna
bed down here for the night?
We'll move as long
as it's light.
19-year-old.
- Hm?
- Nothing.
-♪♪
-(men shouting)
(bellowing)
Fuller! Wake up!
Take 'em in!
(whistles)
What is the matter
with you, Fuller!
What do you think you're on,
some kind of a picnic?
- It ain't me, it's the cows.
- Oh, I see.
You mean they don't want to go
north all by theirselves?
No, I mean
something's turning 'em.
Something turning 'em?
Everything turns 'em!
The wind even turns them!
It's your job to see
that they don't turn!
- Now, get to it!
Mr...
Don't argue about it!
Do it!
(cattle bellowing)
Troubles?
Aw, that two-bit tin god!
One day he's gonna push me
one good inch too far.
Well, he's got a lot
on his mind, Art.
I've never seen him
wound up this tight.
Well, let him pick on
somebody else for a change.
You think he hasn't been?
I
(sighs)
(chuckles)
(exhales)
(horse approaching)
(sighs)
Hi.
- Now what?
- Hm?
Somebody give you the day off?
Nope.
Well, then get back to the herd.
Well?
Well, I just thought that, uh,
seeing as we're taking a break,
maybe we could
have a little talk.
We're a week behind schedule.
I am on a cutoff
that Clay isn't even sure of.
We're undermanned,
the cows are skittish as kite,
and you want
to have a little talk?
(quietly):
Yeah.
You know...
some one of these days,
a whole, oh, five minutes
is gonna go by when
one of you jayhawks
don't come up with
a world-shakin' problem...
and the shock's gonna kill me.
All right, all right,
let's hear it.
Come on, come on.
Well...
(sighs)
it's about Fuller.
What about Fuller?
Well, he thinks
you're riding him too hard.
He thinks I'm ri...
Well, of course I'm riding him.
I'm gonna keep on riding him
till he gives a day's work
for a day's pay.
This has been a tough drive,
boss, with Jones...
They're all tough.
Yeah, but not
as bad as this one.
You know, the prairie fire
the first week,
and starting out six men short
in the first place,
and then having
to lose all that time...
I'll make it up.
Well, what good's
that gonna do if it kills you?
Look, we've been
on a lot of drives together,
and, uh...
well...
(laughs softly)
why don't you let me take over
for a few days until...
Until when?
Well, until you get a chance
to loosen up a bit.
You trying to say you think
I can't handle the drive?
No, no, not that.
Tell me, why is it...
why in the world is it everybody
and his brother thinks
they can handle the job better
than the boss, huh? Why? Why?
I never figured that,
I never figured that.
Look, when I want your help,
I'll ask for it.
Until then, you take care
of your own job.
Everybody's walking around
like sleepwalkers!
I got to take care
of everything myself! I...
Well, what am I hollering for?
There's a little,
uh, town, you know,
ten miles over to the east.
You ought to ride over
and, uh, relax,
maybe play a few games of cards,
relax a bit.
(chuckles)
You know, I can't
wreck the whole herd
in two miserable days.
I wonder.
Why don't you give it a try.
Maybe you got an idea there.
Just might, uh...
MAN:
Mr. Favor!
Cattle's going crazy up front!
- Stampede? -Not yet, but we
sure can't keep 'em straight.
(bellowing)
-(whistling)
- Hyah!
(loud bellowing in distance)
Hey!
(bellowing continues)
ROWDY:
Uh-oh. Wild bull.
No wonder they were having fits.
Judas Priest,
look at the size of him.
(low grumbling)
Get back and help 'em
with the herd.
(men shouting in distance)
(bellowing)
(distant hollering)
(low mooing)
Since when did you
start chasing strays?
It's no stray.
It's a wild one?
Free as the breeze.
But he spooked the whole herd.
He'll raise Cain
until he's killed.
- Better get him.
- Right.
Oh, by the way,
how's things look up ahead?
Well, there could be trouble.
I'll tell you about it later.
(hollering, whistling)
(hollers)
(hollering)
Hyah! (whistles)
(neighing)
Jenkins.
-(groans)
- Take it easy.
I can't get my breath.
It's his ribs.
How bad?
Bad enough.
No riding for a while.
He should stay flat on his back
couple of days.
All right, bed down the herd.
What happened to him?
He was out chasing strays.
Took a bad fall.
How about the bull?
Oh, I ran into a chuckhole
right after I left you.
He's still running.
- Probably won't be back.
- Don't bet on it.
I hope you don't plan
to set here for very long.
The man says he needs two days.
I think you better give up
the idea of using this cutoff.
Oh, why?
Well, there's a river up ahead.
I know.
You said we'd be able
to ford it.
11 months out of the year,
we would,
but the, uh, snow
is melting upstream right now.
Is she flooded?
Well, not yet, but, uh,
two wasted days isn't
going to help our odds any.
Fine. Just fine.
Oh, maybe we could leave
a man with Jenkins.
They could come over later
after we've crossed.
Jenkins out,
we're shorthanded as it is.
Leave another man behind,
we're in real trouble.
I could make it with ten men.
Oh, you could get him across,
couldn't you?
Yeah, well, sure.
You driving the herd now?
No, but, I mean,
if you're going to be in town...
Town? What is this?
Well, Mr. Yates here
is just aching for me to retire.
Aren't you, Mr. Yates?
I never said that.
Mr. Yates figures I've
just about reached
the end of the line.
Look...
Careful, ramrod.
You don't want to aggravate
the little tin god
of the plains.
Got something to say to me,
Fuller?
Yeah, you bet your life I have.
I told you it was more than
the wind turning those cows.
I don't care what turns them.
You were hired
to keep them straight.
Yeah, and what are you
hired for?
Sit by a shady stream while
those cows are cutting loose?
You...
Oh, get on back to work, Fuller.
(sighs)
Close.
Yeah?
(cattle lowing)
(crickets chirping)
Come on.
Come on, open up your mouth.
I don't want no more.
Are you gonna open up,
or am I gonna have
to stuff it down your nose?
Wish, I'm in terrible pain.
How about some
of that cooking wine
to help ease
this unbearable constant agony?
You better open up,
or I'll give you something
to agonize about.
Oh!
Golly, he looks just like
a little bird in a nest,
don't he, Mr. Wishbone?
(laughter)
(laughter continues)
(wind whistling)
(bull bellowing)
- Well, he's back, huh?
- Yeah.
Maybe somebody ought
to go after him.
Waste of time in the dark.
(bellowing)
(bellowing)
-(neighing)
- Git!
(bellowing)
(neighing)
(speaking Spanish)
It's just me. Favor.
Oh, Senor Boss...
(speaking Spanish)
Where is he?
Up there, Senor.
He give you any trouble?
No, the horses don't like him
to be so near.
They know he's a murderer
with the bull ring.
No, no, not that one, Hey Soos.
He's a little too crafty.
(speaking Spanish)
(grunts)
You know about bullfights,
Senor?
Well, I've seen a few corridas.
Tell me, did you ever see
a torero called El Caparon?
Nope.
He fought in the fiestas
in the Bora villages,
but only for two years.
Killed?
Yes.
Friend of yours?
My oldest brother.
It was a bull
very much like that one.
Muy sentido.
He was a brave man, my brother.
Braver than me.
Just 'cause he was a torero?
Oh, not just because
he was a torero, Señor.
Where I come from,
every man wanted
to be a matador,
and every man,
at the same time, was afraid.
My brother faced his fear.
And you?
I postponed it.
Buenas noches, amigo.
(bull bellowing)
Oh, Senor Favor,
you will send somebody
to kill him tomorrow?
Soon as it's light.
Please, let me go.
Oh, I'm afraid
I can't spare you.
I need you on the remuda.
We're pushing out a daybreak.
But what about Jenkins?
Well, I'll have to have Wishbone
fix a bed for him
in the supply wagon.
We can't leave him.
We sure can't stay here
any longer.
(sighs)
How they looking out here?
Oh, they're quiet as babies.
Well, I sure hope old big mouth
don't move any closer.
You talking about Favor
or the bull?
Well, the bull.
No.
Sound like
you're a little disappointed.
Well, anything
for a little excitement.
Which reminds me,
why don't we look up that town
Clay told us about?
Looks like
we're gonna be stuck here
for a couple of days at least.
Yeah, might not be a bad idea,
you know?
You gonna drink
some civilized liquor?
Dance with some
of those good-looking women?
And maybe we could, uh...
(hoof beats approaching)
(horse chuffing)
It's a private tea party,
or can anybody join?
Oh, hi there, boss.
Maybe you ain't heard,
but those cows get restless
when they're left alone
at night.
That's right.
I was just on my way.
Yeah.
(horse chuffing)
Mr. Favor?
Huh?
Uh, since we're gonna be around
these parts for a while...
We ain't.
We're pulling out at sunup.
Sunup?
FAVOR:
Yeah. By the way, Fuller,
you as good
at shooting off a gun
as you are
shooting off your mouth?
Why?
Soon as it gets light enough,
I want you
to get after that bull.
- Aw...
- FAVOR: More objections?
No. You're the boss.
Meantime, if he comes in
too close tonight, cut him down.
Well, there goes
that trip to town
and those dancing women.
(sighs)
Don't be too sure, ramrod.
(sputtering)
(bellowing)
Easy, you slab-sided freaks.
(cattle lowing)
(bellowing)
(sputtering)
(cattle lowing)
(bellowing)
Fuller?
He's over on your side.
Stampede!
Come on, everybody up.
Let's go. Come on, move it.
Come on, get up there,
everybody.
Come on, let's move.
(calling to cattle)
Hyah!
(whistles)
Hyah.
(calling to cattle)
Hmm.
I've been wondering
when you were gonna have
sense enough to come in.
- You pick up that last 50?
- No.
(Favor clears his throat)
Not going to, either,
not in the shape you're in.
Now why don't you call it off
for a while?
I did that.
Well, now you're making sense.
What everybody needs around here
is a good night's sleep.
Nobody's sleeping
till we get across the river.
I hope you didn't say
what I think you said.
Yeah, we're pushing on.
Rowdy's heading up the herd,
so get your ridings ready.
You me now?!
Yeah, I mean now.
Boss, nobody's closed their eyes
for a week around here
since last midnight.
Get your wagons ready!
(Favor sighs)
We'll make it by sundown?
We'd better.
We only lost a day.
Would she flood in a day?
Yeah, that thing could flood
in an hour.
You know, this is getting to be
the wrong side
of the river to be on.
Didn't you, uh,
spot our two friends up there?
Hmm?
Kiowa?
Kiowa. It's their territory,
and we're the strangers.
(Favor sighs)
Oh, maybe you could buy 'em off
with a couple of beefs.
(Favor laughs)
I know one piece of beef
I sure would give 'em
without a fight.
I meant to ask you about that.
Uh, how'd he...
how'd he get in so close?
Who was on night watch?
Rowdy and Fuller.
Hey, come to think of it,
I haven't seen Fuller all day.
I sent him out
to track the bull
soon as the sun come up.
Well, he ain't a bad shot.
Maybe that's one job
he can do.
Yeah, maybe.
(men calling to cattle)
-(whistling)
- Hyah.
(whistling)
Howdy, ramrod.
Where you been, Fuller?
Who, me?
Town?
No, no.
Where'd you get that paint
on your face?
Some Indian, I suppose.
(chuckles)
I guess you'll be running off
to tell Favor now, huh?
He'd kill you.
The only that would bother me
about that
is that we'd be short one hand.
I'll take care of you myself.
I don't mind a fight, ramrod,
but don't you think this
is an awful lot of fuss
just for me going into town?
Fuss is, Fuller,
that bull hit last night
on your side of the herd.
The devil he did.
I wondered why you hadn't gotten
any farther than you had.
And you picked him up
all that time?
All this time.
That strikes you real funny,
don't it?
(giggling)
You know, I was just thinking
about you here,
working here all night long
and me dancing
with those pretty girls.
(Fuller guffawing)
What's the joke?
Well?
No joke, but, uh...
Well, did you get him?
Who?
Who? The bull.
What else you been after?
No, no, he got away from me.
Well, did you trail him?
Yeah, I trailed him.
I guess about 30 miles.
Should be halfway
to Mexico by now,
the way he was traveling.
- YATES: Boss?
- Huh?
Ah, forget it.
What's that about?
Beats me.
I
Well, there she is.
Twice the size
and still growing.
If we hadn't had that stampede,
I think we might have made it.
"If," story of my life.
If, if, if.
Wouldn't you know it?
Let's bed them down.
(bull bellowing)
Fuller!
You want me?
So, you chased him halfway
to Mexico, huh?
(bellowing continues)
Well, I'll be danged.
He come back, did he?
And just maybe he never went.
You calling me a liar,
trail boss?
I might be calling you
a lot worse than that, boy.
Where was you
when that bull cut across
the bid ground last night?
Well, let's say I wasn't
sleeping the way you was.
Cut across your side.
Why didn't you shoot?
Well, he come in quick,
it was dark...
I never did see you
during that stampede.
Well, I can't help it;
I was there.
Now, you ask your ramrod.
Don't seem like my ramrod's got
an awful lot to say.
Where was you, Fuller,
scared off?
I ain't been scared of nothing
my whole life,
including you, trail boss.
I went to town.
You did what?
You heard me.
Into...
You left the herd?
You were the cause
of that stampede? You...
You take your hand off...
(grunts)
All right, all right,
that's enough, forget it.
Forget it?
Oh, let him go.
I'm all right.
(cow moos)
All right, give me my pay.
You only get your pay
if you've earned it.
You want to quit, quit.
Oh, yeah, you'd like that,
wouldn't you, trail boss?
(cow moos)
I'll tell you what.
I'll make a bargain with you.
That bull's ears
for a month's wages.
That's the end of it.
Al right.
I want a fresh horse.
Take your pick.
Take this one.
Ah, good choice.
He's a smart boy,
afraid of nothing.
How will you do it?
Do what?
Get close enough to fight him.
He's very clever.
He's just a half a ton of beef
as far as I'm concerned.
Oh, no, no.
What do you mean, no?
Well, I mean, he's a brave bull.
He deserves a little respect.
(scoffs)
Senor Fuller.
Yeah.
Would you mind
if I went with you?
What for?
Oh, just to help.
All right, suit yourself.
Any sign of him?
Not on the other side.
I told you he was a clever one.
Well, he's been at the water.
These tracks lead
right over there.
Senor.
((moos)
One little move,
and he'll charge.
(snorts)
FULLER:
Take a rifle to knock him down.
How do we get to the horses?
Well, I guess
we'd better tippy-toe
soft and easy like.
(horse neighing)
(snorts)
(horse neighing)
(mooing)
(whinnying)
(yelling)
(screams)
(two gunshots)
(panting)
I'm sorry, Senor Fuller.
Dios mio.
Will he make it?
Well, with a team of surgeons
and the Archangel Gabriel
he might.
I never liked him much,
but that's a tough way to die.
Well, there's nothing
you can do.
Why don't you go on
and get some sleep?
Mushy and I will watch.
Not now.
Wish.
- Well...?
-It's all over.
Get a couple of shovels
out of the wagon.
Mr. Favor.
You want this now?
What for?
To read at the service.
No.
No, I've had enough.
You read it.
Why me?
You're the trail boss.
No more.
What do you mean?
I mean, I'm through,
I've had enough.
- Through?
- You can't just quit.
I can't?
Hey, w-w-wait a minute.
Hey, boss, let's...
The herd's in good shape.
If you're scared
to take 'em across here,
you can take 'em further west.
Bound to find a place to ford.
Lose a little time, then you'll
be out of Kiowa territory.
Hey, wait just a minute.
Wait, wait for what,
for a couple more to be killed?
Can't quit.
He won't.
Just give him time
to work it out.
Well, that's fine, Wishbone, but
supposing he don't work it out.
Well, I guess
we'd better do some digging.
What do you think is
a good place, Clay,
up in the hill there?
Oh, yeah, I guess so.
Rowdy.
Yeah.
You're the ramrod.
Yeah, so what?
What are you driving at?
Well, if he does leave,
I think you'd better be
ready to take over.
He's right, Rowdy.
He ain't right.
What do you think this is,
Christmas,
and you're giving out
presents or something?
Being trail boss is no present.
Yeah, well, whatever it is,
I'll earn it on my own.
You've earned it.
(sighs)
Al right.
Good.
I'll head west down the river
and see what's...
Hold it, we're not going west.
Why not?
Because we're eight days
behind schedule right now
and we haven't got time to go
looking around for any shallows.
We'll move 'em across
right here.
Well, we will...
We'll move 'em across
right here.
It can't be done!
Now, simmer down, you two!
You taken a look
at that river lately?
We can make it.
You'll lose half the herd.
Then that's my worry.
- Now, Rowdy, maybe...
- Are your wagons ready?
Almost, except
for strapping Jenkins in.
Toothless.
Help Mushy with the shovels.
- Right, boss.
- Excuse me.
(sighs)
Hey Soos, you'll take
the remuda across first.
No.
No?
I am going home, Señor Rowdy.
Home, why?
'Cause I can't stay with
my friends, now I am a coward.
- Hey Soos... -Senor, I ran
when the wild bull charged.
Anybody would have run.
Senor Fuller didn't.
My brother never did.
Look, will you forget about it?
I can't replace you,
I need a horse-wrangler.
I'm sorry, senor.
Uh, Mr. Favor, I think it's time
you and me had a little chat.
Well, go ahead, chat.
Well, we've known each other
for a good many years.
We've been on a lot
of drives together.
Yeah.
I wonder why.
Why what?
Wonder why we do it
year after year.
Couldn't have been
for the money.
Half the time
there weren't none.
Same dust every spring,
same heat,
same scrawny cows.
You know, you know, it's
like walking into a big cage
and locking the door
on yourself.
Is that what trail-bossing means
to you-- being a prisoner?
Well, never did afore.
Well, what's so different
this time?
I don't know...
it just all builds up.
Well, everybody's
in a kind of a jail.
Who's free?
That wild bull, for one.
Well, now,
Fuller wasn't your fault.
You can't blame yourself
for that.
Who else should I blame?
Well, nobody.
It just happens.
Like Jones and Jenkins,
that whitewater up ahead--
they just happened.
You start using 'em
for a crutch now
and you'll be breaking mirrors
the rest of your life.
Look, Wish, I just got
to get it off my back.
I got to unwind this once.
You ain't got a right to unwind.
Now, Mr. Favor, I never stepped
out of line with you
in all the years
we've knowed each other,
but maybe there's a time
for everything.
Now, I don't know
what you're looking for,
but I'm mighty well certain
you're not going to find it
with your kids or in any saloon
or anywhere else.
Oh, Wish.
Now, who says you're the only
man alive with any problems?
Everybody's got problems--
Rowdy, Clay, Hey Soos,
everybody.
Now, what they need is a hand
to steady 'em, help 'em.
Somebody else can help 'em.
Well, there isn't anybody else.
That's your job--
making the decisions.
Yeah, but the right ones.
Right, wrong or indifferent,
they're yours to make.
Now, that's the way it is.
Senor Boss, would you like
company for a little way?
What?
Or have you changed your mind
about leaving?
No, I ain't changed my mind
about nothing.
Well, got a river to cross.
Let's move 'em out.
(water rushing)
What's he waiting for,
Mr. Wishbone?
Oh, shut up.
(sighs)
Well?
Looks pretty deep.
Oh, it doesn't look any deeper
than it did yesterday.
Oh, if that wagon sinks
in that river,
Jenkins'll drown like a rat.
I'm thinking maybe
we better wait a while.
Look, if you're afraid to cross,
let's head on west.
I ain't afraid.
We'll wait.
(sighing)
(horse chuffing)
Senor, these are his tracks.
Senor Fuller was over there.
The horses were back up there.
The bull, Hey Soos--
where did he come from?
Up there. The arroyo.
Where the tracks lead now.
You... you must do this thing?
I'll have to take him, Hey Soos.
I guess I owe Fuller that much.
Maybe myself.
But this arroyo--
it's very bad.
El Toro can come from anywhere
at any time.
If he is too close...
I could use some help, Hey Soos.
HEY SOOS:
I..
I tried to help once.
I... I can't do it again.
Vaya con dios.
You... you feel contempt
for me, Senor Favor?
No.
I think you do.
You're wrong, Hey Soos.
Via con dios, Senor.
(horse chuffing)
I decided the contempt
I have didn't come from you.
From myself.
I don't know what good I'll be.
You scared?
Scared to death.
Oh, that makes two of us.
How shall we do it?
I'll try to close in on him,
but if he slips past me
and cuts back this way,
you take him, all right?
Al right.
(bull bellowing)
(neighing, gunshot)
(neighing continues, gunshot)
(sputtering)
Fuller!
(low growling)
(growling)
(bellowing)
(sad bellowing)
(low bellowing)
(low sputtering)
(sputtering)
Did I... do this?
I sure don't see
nobody else around.
Oh, dios mio.
Well, why didn't you shoot him?
I don't know.
I guess my need was
to face him, not to kill him.
All right, stand off.
- Senor Boss?
- Yeah?
Look.
Kiowa?
FAVOR:
I guess.
Think it's a raiding party.
Or a herd.
What should we do?
We'd best stay out of their way.
I think I'll go back,
Señor Boss.
What for? To warn 'em?
They'll be a full day's west
by now.
Kiowa won't follow "em that deep
into Cheyenne territory,
and the Cheyenne sure
won't bother "em.
No. I mean,
I just want to go back.
There's no reason not to now.
I faced the wild bull.
It's like it was sort of
important to you, Hey Soos.
The most important moment
of my life.
Oh, I know I should have known
better than run the first time.
I did a terrible thing.
I'm ashamed.
But it will never happen again.
I know that.
Sounds like it was more
than just the bull you faced.
Yes, maybe it was, Senor.
Like fear?
Yeah, like fear.
Like responsibilities,
like decisions.
(Favor sighs)
Senor, what are you doing?
I'll cut the hobble on him.
We'll leave the tether on,
but he ought to be able
to break it in two, three days.
There's enough grass
and water around
for him to last that long.
We'll have the herd out
of his territory by then.
Like you say,
you just have to face the bull.
You don't have to kill it.
(horse sputters)
(bellowing)
Let's go, hombre.
(water rushing)
Well, it's been mighty quiet
since that smoke stopped.
Well, we can still head west
along the river.
Oh, they'd overtake us for sure.
The only thing left to do,
then, is try to cross and...
Is Hey Soos with you?
Back at the remuda.
Thought you was
a-going west?
Rowdy wanted to try the river.
Well, why didn't you?
What's it matter?
You're back now.
You can take over.
I'll take over
on the other side.
- Well, but...
- But what?
I'm not sure
we can make it across there.
Well, I ain't sure, neither.
(cattle lowing)
You're the boss.
(Rowdy sighs)
Quince?
Yeah?
ROWDY: We're moving 'em across.
Head 'em out.
Right.
- ROWDY: And, uh, Jim?
I want some Kiowa insurance.
Put six men on drag with rifles.
- They'll be there.
- ROWDY: Move 'em out.
(Favor sighs)
All right, move 'em across.
(men calling to cattle)
(men calling to cattle,
whistling, cattle lowing)
(whistling)
(men calling to cattle)
(whistling,
men calling to cattle)
(men calling to cattle)
(whistling)
(men calling to cattle)
(cattle lowing, whistling)
(men calling to cattle,
cattle lowing)
Keep 'em moving.
(men calling to cattle)
(whistling)
(men calling to cattle,
whistling)
Don't let 'em turn.
(men calling to cattle,
whistling)
Yeah, keep moving.
(men calling to cattle,
whistling)
(men calling to cattle,
whistling, cattle lowing)
Hyah. Hyah. Come on.
(whistling,
men calling to cattle)
Keep 'em moving.
We're gonna make it.
(men calling to cattle)
(men calling to cattle,
whistling)
Head 'em up!
Move 'em out!
♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪
♪ Keep movin', movin', movin' ♪
♪ Though they're disaprovin' ♪
♪ Keep them doggies movin' ♪
♪ Rawhide! ♪
♪ 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! ♪
-(whip cracks)
-♪ Cut 'em out, ride 'em in ♪
♪ Ride 'em in, let 'em out,
cut 'em out, ride 'em in ♪
♪ Rawhide...! ♪
Hyah!
(whip cracks twice)