Rawhide (1959–1965): Season 5, Episode 10 - Incident of the Reluctant Bridegroom - full transcript
Wishbone and Rowdy go to town for supplies. Rowdy decides to get a bath and spend the evening on the town. At the saloon the bartenders spike the drinks he and a lady have hoping to break them up. Instead Rowdy wakes up with a bride.
♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪
- Hyah!
-♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪
♪ Keep movin', movin', movin' ♪
♪ Though they're disapprovin' ♪
♪ Keep them dogies movin' ♪
♪ Rawhide ♪
♪ Don't try to understand them ♪
♪ Just rope and throw
and brand 'em ♪
♪ Soon we'll be livin'
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)
♪♪
-(man shouting indistinctly)
- Come on, Jim!
-(grunts)
-(laughter)
MAN:
Next!
Hey, I'll bet
old Sam could take you.
Well, I got five iron men
says he can't.
Now, I'll just take that.
(chuckles):
I-I got a mouth to feed.
Oh, Hey Soos will be glad
to oblige. Hey Soos!
So, why don't you
take that shirt off
and square off on him, Sam!
MAN:
He ain't had that shirt off
the whole six weeks
he's been with us.
The man purely enjoys dirt!
Uh... some other time, maybe...
-(laughter, chatter)
- Another time!
(laughter, chatter continue)
SAM:
No! No!
(several talking at once)
- Turn him over!
- No!
- Turn him over!
- No! No!
Black snake whip, iron bars went
with the striped suit I wore
for five years.
Anything else you want to know?!
All right, time to move out.
♪♪
- Hyah! Hyah!
-(cattle mooing)
Hyah!
(men shouting, whistling)
The last bunch hooked on.
Running just like
they were on a track.
Fine, as long as
we don't get derailed.
Bad news.
And why should this day
be any different?
Right over the next ridge,
there's the prettiest,
flattest country,
-the greenest grass...
- But...?
Tick fever.
Now, the last drive through
lost half their beeves.
Garrett!
This town of yours, Sugar Creek,
is it fair sized?
Fair enough.
Then the general store
should carry tick powder.
How bad is it?
Bad enough so we'll
have to detour with you
through Sugar Creek.
There's a valley
close by to my ranch.
Knee-high grass all year round.
- Should do you fine.
- Once we get the powder
we got nothing to worry about.
Any of the herd
come down with tick,
we can make our own dip
and run 'em through.
(men shouting, whistling)
♪♪
(men shouting)
(yells)
(shouting, whistling)
- What happened?
- His horse hit a chuckhole.
Couple of steers
must've caught him.
WISHBONE:
Back off and let him breathe.
- We better get a doctor.
- Is he gonna make it?
Oh, I don't know.
This bleeding's
gonna be too much for me.
Town of Sugar Creek's
only five or six miles.
- There's got to be a doc there.
- Mushy!
I'm gonna need blankets!
Bring lots of 'em!
Am I gonna make it?
- Maybe.
-(panting): Maybe not.
I got a boy... named Jody.
He lives in Sugar Creek with
his grandfather, James Whitcomb.
I haven't... seen him in...
(exhales last breath)
Rowdy.
You and Wish take
a wagon into town.
He can buy what we need
while you're rounding up
a doctor, all right?
Right.
Whoa. Whoa.
I'll send the doc on out
and meet you at the store.
Giddyap!
(bell dings)
Doctor?
Well, you look
pretty healthy, young fella.
Well, it's not me.
It's one of the men
out with our trail herd.
- Kind of hurt bad.
- Oh. Well, I just hope
you're not too far from town.
No, not far
from the Garrett spread.
Where?
Sam Garrett--
that's the man that's hurt.
Doc, this is an emergency.
Yeah, well, I, uh...
I just remembered
I changed my office hours.
Wait a minute, maybe
you didn't hear me right.
I said there's a man
dying out there.
A human being.
Sam Garrett is no human being.
Look, I don't know
what your personal grudge is
against Garrett, but you're
supposed to be a doctor.
- There's one in Granville.
- Granville? Where's that?
Due east, 75 miles.
75 miles? The man'll be dead
by the time I ride that far.
That's his problem.
You suppose you could tell me
where a James Whitcomb lives?
Yep.
Second house
from the end of the street.
Not that it'll do you much good.
(bell dings)
- Mr. Whitcomb?
- Yeah?
Unless these eyes of mine
have turned in their time,
that's a new face
I'm looking at.
Yeah. My name's Yates, sir.
I'm-I'm with a cattle drive
east of here.
Getting better and better.
Been a long time since we
talked cattle in this house.
Here, plant yourself.
I'll call my grandson.
- Be a great treat for him.
- Uh, look, Mr. Whitcomb,
-there's something you
ought to know. -Uh-huh?
About the boy's father,
he's with us.
Hurt kind of bad.
Maybe you ought to tell the boy,
huh, break it to him gentle?
There's no need to break it
to him, gentle or otherwise.
The day I wiped Sam Garrett out
of that picture with my daughter
he was wiped out
of our lives forever.
Yeah, but the man
might be dying.
It'd be better for the boy.
- How can you say that?
- Easy.
Jody was only knee-high
when Sam... did what he did,
to the everlasting shame
of his family.
For five years, I've worked
to erase the memory of it.
And I've just about succeeded.
Look, Mr. Whitcomb, Garrett
has a right to see his son.
He wants to see him.
The boy has that right,
too, for that matter.
Jody? Jody?
You're right.
It's his choice to make.
Jody, this is Mr. Yates.
He wants to take you to your pa.
He'd come himself, boy,
but he's hurt kind of bad.
Why'd he have to come here?
Well, that's for him to say.
I don't have to go,
do I, Grandpa?
Please, don't let him take me.
Satisfied?
Look, Jody,
your pa needs you bad.
He killed my mother.
Any other questions?
(sighs)
Anybody knows his way
twice around a skillet
knows enough to be prepared
for tick fever.
That's what I told
the trail boss, too.
Mm-hmm, and what'd he tell you?
He said go into Sugar Creek
and get some tick powder!
That's the last of 'em,
Mr. Henry.
That isn't hardly enough.
HENRY: Be a supply train through
here in a couple of days.
If you fellas are
still in the neighborhood,
we'd be glad to send some out.
I guess
I haven't got any choice.
Did you find
the doctor all right?
Yeah. He can't make it.
There's something
you ought to know, Mort.
They got Sam Garrett with 'em.
Oh, they have?
Well... you take that stuff
right back in the store.
Yes, Mr. Henry.
Hey!
Hey, wait a minute!
Ah, that's my property,
young fella.
Is something biting you, mister?
I just bought that stuff!
No money changed hands;
you ain't bought it yet.
Give him the money, Wishbone.
These boys are friends
of Sam Garrett.
I sure could use some volunteers
to help unload this wagon.
George and I'll help you, Mort.
Hold it, there ain't gonna be
no volunteers for nothing!
(indistinct arguing)
Hold it! All of you!
What's the trouble?
We bought this stuff,
now he won't give it to us.
No money changed hands.
I changed my mind.
Look, Sheriff, we got a herd
facing tick fever.
All right, these boys
brought Sam Garrett back.
Oh.
Well, it's your
merchandise, Mort.
Yours to do with as you see fit.
This is cattle country--
you can't sit around
and let a herd get diseased!
Oh, it hurts, it sure does hurt.
Mm.
I don't know
what Garrett did to you people,
but whatever it is,
he's a human being,
and he may be dying out there.
Just remember that
as you're trying
to live with yourself... Doctor.
All right, boys.
(cattle lowing)
Doc just wouldn't come.
Yeah, yeah, I heard.
I'd still like to know
the reasons why.
There's only one reason--
Sam Garrett.
If you even mention that name
in that town,
and a wall of hate goes up
so thick,
you could strike a match on it.
Yeah, same goes for the powder.
When they found out
Sam Garrett was with us,
they just didn't seem to care
about 3,000 head of cattle.
How about gathering up a few of
the boys and giving Sugar Creek
a little visit, boss?
No, not until I find out
what it's all about first.
Clay, you take another swing
up through that tick country.
See if you can at least
find a thin spot.
We don't get that powder,
maybe we can at least try
and bull the herd through.
It's a waste of time...
but I'll try.
Go see and what you can do
for Garrett.
Already done all I can.
Well, then, think
of something else.
There another doctor?
Granville. That's 75 miles.
Oh.
Well, get started.
Started? That'll be...
FAVOR:
Too long. Yeah, I know.
But we got to try.
Oh, you two spread the word.
Nobody leaves the herd
until I say.
-(hoof beats approaching)
- Hey, wait a minute.
Looks like I won't have
to make that ride after all.
Doc changed his mind, huh?
I brought our so-called sawbones
this far.
Now you can take over.
The town will remember this,
Marcie.
Coming from you, Doc,
that's almost a compliment.
Where's Sam?
Right over there,
next to that tree.
Well, there's one female
that's really got a lot
of something.
Yeah.
All right, back to the herd,
and pass that word.
You know, a man once told me
these things could,
uh, settle a lot of things.
Including a guilty conscience.
The use of force
creates problems, Yates.
It doesn't solve 'em.
You the trail boss?
Gil Favor.
Unless I'm permitted
to leave right now,
you'll both be charged
as accessories.
Doctor, if that man dies
over there,
I'm gonna be doing
some charging.
See, it's a stalemate, Doc.
Get your bag, huh?
Doc, how bad do you think...?
Can you boil water?
If you know what to do with it.
Just so it's hot.
Oh.
Gonna need plenty of it.
This isn't gonna be pretty.
You better wait over
at the buggy.
Doc, I'm sorr...
HARPER:
Save it for the sheriff.
Hey, you two,
come on over here.
I'm gonna need the both of you
to hold him down.
Si, senor.
My name's Rowdy Yates, ma'am.
I know. I-I saw you in town.
This here's Gil Favor.
I'm much obliged
to both of you.
For Sam, I mean.
It's more the other way
around, Miss, uh...
McGillahenahan.
Uh, that's why
everybody calls me Marcie.
Yeah. Oh, if you hadn't
brought the doctor in,
nothing we could have done
would have made any difference.
Here, you better take this.
You might need a doc
again some time.
Oh.
Well, you might as well
throw that away.
Firing pin's busted.
(clicking)
Oh, coffee's hot.
Here.
Watching Sam ain't, uh,
gonna help him any.
Here.
Oh.
Talking might.
So talk.
What shall we start with?
You were saying?
I just came along
for the ride.
Sam's the one that counts.
Why did Sugar Creek close
its doors to him?
Because Sam is a ghost
five years dead,
and Sugar Creek can't stand
to look at the face it wore
the day it nailed the lid
on his coffin.
(grunting)
Is that why Whitcomb
and Jody feel the way they do?
The way they talk, you'd think
Sam'd be better off in that...
Not Jody, Mr. Yates.
Only Whitcomb.
He hates Sam for taking
his daughter away from him.
He never forgave the marriage.
Yeah, well, the boy blames Sam
for killing his mother.
Whitcomb put those words
in his mouth.
And he put the hate
in his heart.
Nancy Garrett died
of heartbreak
because they took Sam away
from her.
There never were two people
more in love.
Why did Sam leave Sugar Creek?
(sighs)
Well, Sam came home in '62.
One side of him weighted down
with some iron
left over from Manassas.
Well, he saw right away that...
that cattle business wasn't
gonna keep Sugar Creek alive,
so he decided to switch
to cotton.
He got everybody
to go along with him.
Everything worked out
just fine.
(sighs)
Until he sold his first crop.
To a buyer from Boston.
Hmm.
I know it doesn't sound bad now,
but, well, five years ago,
trading with the North was worse
than dancing with the devil.
At least in these parts.
Sam swore that the man was
an agent from England,
but he... he couldn't prove it.
There was a trial?
Oh, yeah. Yeah, if you want
to call it that.
Sam was branded a traitor,
and he was sentenced
to five years of hard labor,
and if that was enough,
those two-legged locusts
took his house,
his crops and his land.
You feeling about this place
the way you do,
why did you stay?
Well, I run a saloon,
Mr. Trail Boss.
Besides, I stopped chasing
rainbows a long time ago.
Does, uh...
Sam know how Jody,
people of Sugar Creek
feel about him?
(howling)
Well... a little.
I mean, I try
to tell him, but...
HARPER: Garrett wouldn't need
any telling if he had any sense.
Man has to be a pretty big fool
to come back
after what he did.
Sam is...
Well, I stopped the bleeding,
cauterized the wound.
He's in no danger.
Not from the wound, anyway.
Meaning what?
Men have been hung for less.
That was five years ago, Doc.
Five years or 50--
treason is still treason, Yates.
And the people who were living
here when he sold out
still can't hold their heads up
in decent company.
More than paid for what he did.
You can't ask for anything more.
We might...
if we have to look at him.
Well, you better get used
to it, Doc.
See, Garrett owns 100 head
of mixed cattle in this herd.
He's planning on settling down
right here,
starting a new brand.
He thinks that,
not only a stubborn fool,
he's a blind fool.
Everyone knows that a traitor
forfeits his holdings
the day he's sentenced.
Garrett doesn't own a ranch.
He doesn't own one square inch
of land in this county.
But I do.
When the Garrett land
went on the block,
I bought his house
and 50 good grazing acres.
Well, you said
that was an investment.
So I lied.
Soon as Sam is well enough,
I'm gonna take him back
where he belongs to stay.
If you go through with this,
I'm warning you--
you're through in Sugar Creek.
(Marcie scoffs)
I was through in Sugar Creek
five years ago.
Mind if I take over your camp
for a spell?
As long as you give it back.
(Marcie chuckles)
Well, trail bossing ain't
in my line.
See, I told you, Doc.
It's a standoff.
I think you ought to throw in
your cards while you still can.
I haven't got that much
to lose, Yates.
But what about you?
Sam Garrett and Sugar Creek
are none of your business.
You'd take my advice,
you'd head north
while you still can.
With tick country
facing us up ahead?
Not without that powder.
All right.
Suit yourself.
But like I said,
the sheriff is gonna have
something to say about it.
Fine. We'll hear it together.
Rowdy, you keep the men here.
Horses are over there, Doc.
Everything's gonna be
just fine, Sam.
Now all you have to do is open
them big blue eyes
and say hello to an old friend.
(sighs)
I thought it was you, Marcie.
But...
well, you ain't the type
to be wearing wings.
I know.
Me and Lucifer.
Your letters, Marcie--
they helped.
Well, I...
I needed practicing
with my lettering,
and you were a good excuse.
Got a couple broncs
for you to bust, Sam.
How about it?
Sure.
Just help me
strap on my spurs.
(laughs)
Where's Jody?
Oh, well...
Uh, he, uh...
he went on a hunting trip.
He'll be back tomorrow.
After five years...
tomorrow's a long way off.
Marcie, I wrote to him regular.
He never wrote back. Why?
MUSHY: Mr. Wishbone?
Oh, it's hot.
Oh.
Well, use the handle.
All right, Sam,
you just rest easy,
and I've got you some soup here.
No, thanks, Wish.
I don't feel much like eating.
Look, I nursemaided that calf
of yours.
I guess I know how
to nursemaid you.
You do as you're told, Sam.
Now, look, Wish, I don't want...
Now, you just eat,
and I'll do the talking.
Now, isn't that good?
Feel better already, don't you?
How do you tell a man
his only son wishes
he was dead and buried?
There aren't gonna be
any more tomorrows?
It just can't come from me,
but I've got to find a way
to get Jody out here.
For an old friend,
sure taken a lot on yourself,
aren't you?
I'm Marcie, Mr. Yates.
I'm no more, no less,
no apologies.
But Sam-- he...
he's something special.
You see, a long time ago,
he poured me out of a bottle
and pointed me due north.
It's as simple as that.
Well, he needs you now, Marcie.
Well, he needs Jody more.
Yeah. I was thinking about that.
You know,
the herds all bedded down.
I haven't got too much to do.
Think I might just take a ride
into town come sunup,
have a little talk
with that boy.
You know, if I stay around here
much longer, cowboy,
I'm going to start believing
there's hope
for the human race after all.
(chuckles)
Well, you just don't let Sam
get drowned
in Wishbone's soup, huh?
(muttering)
Hey, Mort.
Gee, I didn't realize
it had taken so long.
I just thought you ought
to know about it.
I think she's gone too far.
We'll find out about it
in the morning.
Come on, Will.
Close the door.
Yes, sir.
Oh, Doc.
I was about ready
to start looking for you.
What happened?
Marcie-- she came
after me with a gun.
This a private party?
Not anymore.
Not as far as that saloon woman
is concerned.
She forced me
to tend to Sam Garrett
at the point of a gun.
And Mr. Trail Boss here,
he backed her up.
There's laws against that.
And jail cells to back them up.
There's laws
against killing a man, too.
Garrett probably would've died.
But then I figured
there just must have been
some kind of mistake.
No.
No mistake.
Treason is treason
no matter how you read it.
Sam Garrett ain't welcome here,
and neither are his friends.
Six weeks ago,
I didn't know he was alive.
You brought him back.
That man bought
100 head of cattle from me,
asked if he could stay
with the drive
until we reached Sugar Creek.
Now, that's the whole of it.
What did he want the cattle for?
I gathered to start up
his ranch here again.
He's got no ranch.
Wrong, Art.
Marcie is going to turn
title back to him
on that piece that she bought.
We should have run that woman
out of Sugar Creek
five years ago.
Look, this woman and Garrett
and Sugar Creek
are your problem.
That herd out there is mine.
All I'm asking for
is enough powder
to see them through
the tick country up ahead.
Al right.
I'll make a deal with you.
You can have your powder
if you help us get rid
of Sam Garrett.
How?
That cattle that, uh,
he bought off of you--
unmake that deal.
You take the cattle back,
he can't stay here,
ranch or no ranch.
That cattle already
belongs to Sam.
Not if you take it back.
I'm sorry.
It's not my way of doing things.
Don't be a fool, Favor.
A traitor like Sam Garrett
isn't worth your herd.
Deal's already made.
Far as I'm concerned,
that's the way it'll stand.
ART:
Just one more thing.
I may put out a warrant for you
for holding Doc
against his will.
Now, you think that over.
I'll do that.
You think this over--
I'll be back with my men
for that powder.
I don't bluff, Favor.
You take one thing
from Sugar Creek at gunpoint,
and you got a war on your hands.
Well, then, we got a war
on our hands.
I take my herd through that
tick country without protection,
that disease will spread
for 500 miles.
You find a law to change that...
I'll listen.
- What do you want?
- You.
It's about your father.
Like I said, Mr. Yates,
I haven't got a father.
She didn't hate your pa, boy.
And he didn't kill her.
How do you know?
Why would he come back?
Why would he come after you
if he was all the things
your grandfather said he is?
(hoof beats approaching)
Your pa's hurt, boy.
He needs you bad.
That's a lie.
For five years, he didn't care
if I was dead or alive.
If he really cared,
why didn't he write?
He did write you.
He... he wrote you regular.
Yates.
You were told once
you were not wanted.
Next time, I'll have the sheriff
say it for me.
I was just leaving.
Can't run away
from this thing, Jody,
any more than you can run away
from a shadow.
I think you owe it to yourself
to find out
what the real truth is.
Owe it to her, maybe.
Jody, the next time
that man bothers you...
- Grandpa.
- Yes?
You and me, we always told
each other the truth, right?
That's right.
Did Pa ever write?
About once a month.
I burned them.
Just like I burned
everything else
that he ever touched.
Well, don't you see, boy?
I did it for you.
I couldn't have him destroy you
like he did her.
I did it for you.
Jody... you believe me,
don't you,
when I say that I did it
for your own good?
Sure.
Before long, he'll be gone,
and then everything
will be like it was before.
Jody...
promise me you won't try
to see him.
It would only cause misery.
Grandpa, I can't promise.
- Grandpa.
- Yes?
Ma wasn't really ashamed
of Pa, was she?
(cattle lowing)
It's the only trail
I could find,
but it still isn't
going to do much good.
The tick infection spreads
for five miles.
Means we're right back
where we started.
And if we don't get
that powder,
only one direction we can head:
back to San Antone.
Well, I was never much
for walking backward.
Give me ten men, and I'll have
that powder by sundown.
- Now, listen...
-(clattering)
Mushy, will you...!
Just think, I was going to throw
them pants away.
I was going to cut it up
for patching.
Mushy, these pants
fit just great.
But I, uh... I don't know,
I can't seem to do much
with the shirt.
Well, ma'am, I got another one,
-one with some strength...
- Mushy.
WISHBONE:
The shirt looks fine, miss.
Matter of fact,
it never looked better.
I knew we were shorthanded,
but I had no idea
it was this bad.
Al right.
So I'll never make a drover.
Uh, Marcie, this is
Clay Forrester, our scout.
(Marcie chuckles)
So I noticed.
That, uh, horse of yours
could use some cooling off.
See to it.
Rest of you, get back to work.
Uh, Rowdy... Rowdy.
Hmm?
Good a time as many
to cut out Sam Garrett's cattle
and take them over
to his spread.
- All right.
- Use enough men
to get them there by dark.
Right.
Now, Rowdy. Now.
Now?
Al right.
How's the patient?
Oh, I'll be all right.
I'm not so sure about the boys.
You always told me it took
war paint and a St. Louis dress
to make a man sit up and look.
Okay, so next time
I'll wear boots
and a fresh set of freckles.
Well, either way
I like what I see.
In a cattle camp,
any woman'd look like
she just stepped
out of a store catalogue.
Don't let the sun
get in your eyes, Sam.
Well, now, that works
both ways, Marcie.
You stand to lose a lot
by coming out here,
taking my side
against Sugar Creek. Why?
Oh, maybe because I, uh,
I can't abide by stacked decks.
(chuckles) Or maybe
I'm just naturally interested
in, uh, table stakes
at short odds.
No sale.
Al right.
You did something for me once,
and I, uh...
well, I'm just trying
to balance the books.
No, that's not enough, either.
Marcie...
I'd like to think that...
once this is done...
we can both keep
a little of that...
sun in our eyes.
You've been away
a long time, Sam.
Don't say anything
you'll regret.
It's said, Marcie.
And I never felt better.
(horse approaching)
I'm looking for my...
for Sam Garrett.
FAVOR:
He's right over there.
He, uh, he's been
waiting for you, Jody.
You my pa?
Just as certain
as you're my son.
What's so certain about that?
You haven't seen me
in five years.
Well...
a man doesn't have to see
his son every day to know him.
I hear you got hurt.
Is it bad?
Oh, uh...
well, no worse than
that time you took a header
out of the peach tree, remember?
Why'd you come back?
To see you, Jody.
To make a home for you,
if you want it.
I already got a home,
with Grandpa.
Yeah.
I'm sure he's been good
to you, too.
But I just... hoped
you'd want to be with me.
Jody, we were happy
at that ranch once.
I figure we
can make it work again.
I got cattle with me and a...
few ideas about
stocking a new herd.
I even got a cat for you.
Will you come and...
visit me once in a while?
Maybe.
I'm glad you're
not hurt too bad.
♪♪
That meant a lot
to your dad, Jody.
Thanks for holding
my horse, mister.
Anytime.
Well, it's a start.
Now the rest is up to Jody.
I'm afraid the rest
is up to Sugar Creek.
Heard there was
a meeting going on.
I figured maybe you'd like
to hear what I got to say.
Well, we understand
how you feel, Jim.
The only trouble is, this whole
thing's gotten out of hand.
It's them drovers.
From where I sit, I figure
we made a big mistake
holding back that powder.
Favor and his boys
can come in here
and take anything they want.
And every judge in the territory
would back 'em up.
Well, give 'em the powder.
Well, that's just what
we decided to do, Jim.
Makes sense.
No use fighting 20 men
to get at one.
We all feel the same way
about Garrett.
But there's nothing
we can do about it.
Marcie saw to that.
You mean you're willing to
let him settle here again?
Pollute the very air
you breathe?
Well, like Art just told you,
there's nothing
we can do about it.
There's one thing
we can do about it.
Wait till his friends
head north, and then hit him.
Burn out his ranch.
Run off his stock.
Without that, he's got nothing
he would stay here for.
Where Garrett's concerned,
I'm not too fussy about the law.
But that's going too far.
As long as I'm wearing this,
there's not gonna be
any burnin' or raidin'.
Time will take care of Garrett.
Couple of months, why...
he'll have to leave.
A few months may be too late.
I don't want to lose Jody
the way I lost Nancy.
I told you, Jim,
we understand how
you feel, but...
No man understands how I feel!
And none of you understand
to what lengths I'd go
to destroy Sam Garrett.
- Now, look...
- Five years ago,
you were all howling
for a tar overcoat
and a long ride on
a short rail for him.
And now, you're ready to
forget what he did.
Garrett paid his price.
The law asks for no more.
Maybe the law doesn't,
but I do.
Only I'm not asking,
I'm telling!
Just what does that mean?
You bought a piece of
Garrett land, Art,
up at the head of the valley.
Take off that badge,
and it'd be your rocking-chair
address, right?
That new hotel of yours, Mort,
that was built on land
that was once Garrett land.
And the same thing
for you, Harper.
That sawmill that
you own with Judd.
Garrett land.
Well, we bid on it,
fair and square!
The land's ours.
Only because he was
convicted as a traitor.
But suppose he wasn't guilty.
Suppose he can prove
that someone else
arranged that
cotton deal up north.
Then he would have legal title
to his property,
and all that would be left
to you are broken dreams.
ART:
Well, that's crazy.
Because Garrett was guilty.
-(talking over each other)
- Of course he was guilty!
There's no question about that.
- That's ridiculous.
- Yeah.
You're all wrong.
I set up that deal.
And then I fixed it
so every door
was slammed in Garrett's face.
The only mistake I made was to
let him walk out of it alive.
Which all adds up
to only one thing:
either you back me up now,
help me run Garrett
clean out of the territory,
or you stand to lose
everything you own.
Well? What's it gonna be?
Spend the rest of your life
in broken-down rocking chairs
with no land to rock on?
A vacuum where
your pride used to be?
Make up your mind, boys.
It's everything you own,
or Garrett!
That's the whole of it,
Mr. Henry.
We made a mistake,
allowing personal feelings
to get in the way
of common sense.
You can have your powder.
There'll be no charge for it.
Well, thanks.
Uh, what about Sam?
Like you said, Favor,
he's our business, not yours.
Good luck to you.
Go on.
Mr. Favor, you can have
your camp back, now.
Us? It'll never be the same.
MUSHY:
Hey!
Uh, ma'am, you don't want to
forget your dresses, and things.
Oh, Mushy, I'm sorry.
...I forgot I still
have on your...
Oh, you can keep 'em, ma'am.
I couldn't never wear 'em again.
You know, if, uh, Sam ever
runs out on you, Marcie,
you can expect me
to come calling, huh?
I'll remember that, cowboy.
Favor... I'm beholden.
Now, Sam...
Next time we're
through this way,
we'll probably be contracting
your herd to take it north.
You sure you can handle
Sugar Creek alone?
I'm not alone.
Not anymore.
I can handle it.
Take it easy, Sam.
I don't know.
I don't like it.
The town gave up kind of easy.
Oh, it'd take more than
a town to beat that pair.
Well, what are you all
standing around for?
Waiting for a prayer meeting?
Wishbone, get that powder
loaded. Start rolling.
The rest of you,
line up that herd!
We got a drive to go with!
Grandpa?
Yeah?
Where you going?
Just a little
hunting trip, Jody.
Nothing to worry about.
It's Pa, isn't it?
I'll be back by suppertime.
I got supper started.
Place, uh,
straightened up proper.
You ought to be able to get
along just fine till Jody...
You planning on leaving?
Well, I got a saloon
to run, remember?
You don't need me.
Oh, well, now that's
for me to say, Marcie.
Look...
I want you to stay.
Sam...
I ain't much for words, so...
I'm only gonna say this once.
You listen, and...
you listen good.
Coming back meant
only one thing.
Jody, nothing else.
This place, the cattle...
it was just something to use,
like rock candy
in a cardboard castle.
Now...
well, now they mean
something more.
Because you're here.
You're part of it, Marcie,
part of living again.
Take that away from me, and...
not even Jody could
keep the grass green,
or the sun bright,
or the kettle inside
boiling just right.
It's too soon, Sam.
You can't be sure.
What do you want me to do,
Miss McGillahenahan?
Get on my knee
and bust open these stitches?
No. Not that.
You don't even have to
say the words.
I'll say them for both of us.
It had to come.
You'd better get inside, Marcie.
No.
Whoa.
You boys must be getting old.
Why, you let almost a whole day
pass before you dropped by.
Five minutes, Garrett.
You've got that long
to clear out.
You and that woman of yours.
Five minutes or five years,
it's still the same.
I didn't run then,
and I ain't running now.
I make it... four minutes, now.
You have no right.
This land is free and clear.
Art, you know better;
you're a law officer.
Was a law officer, Marcie.
Right now, I'm...
just another citizen.
The badge don't
come off that easy.
Not when it'll have to
cover a killin'.
This time, that's what
it'll have to be.
You burn me out,
and I'll build again.
You run me off,
and I'll scratch my way back.
There's only one way
this is gonna get settled.
Now either you ride
off of here, or...
Two minutes
is all you've got left.
Jim.
He means it.
So do I.
Sooner or later,
Garrett's gonna
leave us in peace.
You're going to have to
put me on that list, too.
I'm with Sam.
To stay.
One minute.
Maybe you're right, Jody.
It is a hunting trip.
Pa!
Put that rifle away, Jim.
It won't work.
Where do you want
the first one, Garrett?
High, or low?
That's as far as it goes, Jim.
If you haven't got
the stomach for it,
then ride out.
It's going to be slow, Garrett.
Slower than the five
years of purgatory
I put you through.
Oh, yes.
I did it.
The only treason you committed
was stealing my daughter
behind my back.
I vowed then that
I'd walk on your grave,
no matter what it cost.
Think of that now, Garrett.
Think of that when you die!
Pa! You all right, Pa?
Are you all right, Pa?
Just fine, Jody.
I'm just fine.
You boys out a-joyriding?
Nope, uh... saw you ride off
with that kid, so we figured...
So we thought maybe
you needed a little help.
So we talked it over, and...
When I want help,
I usually ask for it.
Right?
- That's right.
Right.
Right.
Did I ask?
Well, what are we
sittin' here for?
We got a herd to push.
I know, I know.
Head 'em up.
Move 'em out.
Head 'em up!
Move 'em out!
♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪
♪ Keep movin', movin', movin' ♪
♪ Though they're disapprovin' ♪
♪ Keep them dogies movin' ♪
♪ Rawhide! ♪
♪ Rawhide...! ♪
Hyah!
(whip cracks twice)
- Hyah!
-♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪
♪ Keep movin', movin', movin' ♪
♪ Though they're disapprovin' ♪
♪ Keep them dogies movin' ♪
♪ Rawhide ♪
♪ Don't try to understand them ♪
♪ Just rope and throw
and brand 'em ♪
♪ Soon we'll be livin'
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)
♪♪
-(man shouting indistinctly)
- Come on, Jim!
-(grunts)
-(laughter)
MAN:
Next!
Hey, I'll bet
old Sam could take you.
Well, I got five iron men
says he can't.
Now, I'll just take that.
(chuckles):
I-I got a mouth to feed.
Oh, Hey Soos will be glad
to oblige. Hey Soos!
So, why don't you
take that shirt off
and square off on him, Sam!
MAN:
He ain't had that shirt off
the whole six weeks
he's been with us.
The man purely enjoys dirt!
Uh... some other time, maybe...
-(laughter, chatter)
- Another time!
(laughter, chatter continue)
SAM:
No! No!
(several talking at once)
- Turn him over!
- No!
- Turn him over!
- No! No!
Black snake whip, iron bars went
with the striped suit I wore
for five years.
Anything else you want to know?!
All right, time to move out.
♪♪
- Hyah! Hyah!
-(cattle mooing)
Hyah!
(men shouting, whistling)
The last bunch hooked on.
Running just like
they were on a track.
Fine, as long as
we don't get derailed.
Bad news.
And why should this day
be any different?
Right over the next ridge,
there's the prettiest,
flattest country,
-the greenest grass...
- But...?
Tick fever.
Now, the last drive through
lost half their beeves.
Garrett!
This town of yours, Sugar Creek,
is it fair sized?
Fair enough.
Then the general store
should carry tick powder.
How bad is it?
Bad enough so we'll
have to detour with you
through Sugar Creek.
There's a valley
close by to my ranch.
Knee-high grass all year round.
- Should do you fine.
- Once we get the powder
we got nothing to worry about.
Any of the herd
come down with tick,
we can make our own dip
and run 'em through.
(men shouting, whistling)
♪♪
(men shouting)
(yells)
(shouting, whistling)
- What happened?
- His horse hit a chuckhole.
Couple of steers
must've caught him.
WISHBONE:
Back off and let him breathe.
- We better get a doctor.
- Is he gonna make it?
Oh, I don't know.
This bleeding's
gonna be too much for me.
Town of Sugar Creek's
only five or six miles.
- There's got to be a doc there.
- Mushy!
I'm gonna need blankets!
Bring lots of 'em!
Am I gonna make it?
- Maybe.
-(panting): Maybe not.
I got a boy... named Jody.
He lives in Sugar Creek with
his grandfather, James Whitcomb.
I haven't... seen him in...
(exhales last breath)
Rowdy.
You and Wish take
a wagon into town.
He can buy what we need
while you're rounding up
a doctor, all right?
Right.
Whoa. Whoa.
I'll send the doc on out
and meet you at the store.
Giddyap!
(bell dings)
Doctor?
Well, you look
pretty healthy, young fella.
Well, it's not me.
It's one of the men
out with our trail herd.
- Kind of hurt bad.
- Oh. Well, I just hope
you're not too far from town.
No, not far
from the Garrett spread.
Where?
Sam Garrett--
that's the man that's hurt.
Doc, this is an emergency.
Yeah, well, I, uh...
I just remembered
I changed my office hours.
Wait a minute, maybe
you didn't hear me right.
I said there's a man
dying out there.
A human being.
Sam Garrett is no human being.
Look, I don't know
what your personal grudge is
against Garrett, but you're
supposed to be a doctor.
- There's one in Granville.
- Granville? Where's that?
Due east, 75 miles.
75 miles? The man'll be dead
by the time I ride that far.
That's his problem.
You suppose you could tell me
where a James Whitcomb lives?
Yep.
Second house
from the end of the street.
Not that it'll do you much good.
(bell dings)
- Mr. Whitcomb?
- Yeah?
Unless these eyes of mine
have turned in their time,
that's a new face
I'm looking at.
Yeah. My name's Yates, sir.
I'm-I'm with a cattle drive
east of here.
Getting better and better.
Been a long time since we
talked cattle in this house.
Here, plant yourself.
I'll call my grandson.
- Be a great treat for him.
- Uh, look, Mr. Whitcomb,
-there's something you
ought to know. -Uh-huh?
About the boy's father,
he's with us.
Hurt kind of bad.
Maybe you ought to tell the boy,
huh, break it to him gentle?
There's no need to break it
to him, gentle or otherwise.
The day I wiped Sam Garrett out
of that picture with my daughter
he was wiped out
of our lives forever.
Yeah, but the man
might be dying.
It'd be better for the boy.
- How can you say that?
- Easy.
Jody was only knee-high
when Sam... did what he did,
to the everlasting shame
of his family.
For five years, I've worked
to erase the memory of it.
And I've just about succeeded.
Look, Mr. Whitcomb, Garrett
has a right to see his son.
He wants to see him.
The boy has that right,
too, for that matter.
Jody? Jody?
You're right.
It's his choice to make.
Jody, this is Mr. Yates.
He wants to take you to your pa.
He'd come himself, boy,
but he's hurt kind of bad.
Why'd he have to come here?
Well, that's for him to say.
I don't have to go,
do I, Grandpa?
Please, don't let him take me.
Satisfied?
Look, Jody,
your pa needs you bad.
He killed my mother.
Any other questions?
(sighs)
Anybody knows his way
twice around a skillet
knows enough to be prepared
for tick fever.
That's what I told
the trail boss, too.
Mm-hmm, and what'd he tell you?
He said go into Sugar Creek
and get some tick powder!
That's the last of 'em,
Mr. Henry.
That isn't hardly enough.
HENRY: Be a supply train through
here in a couple of days.
If you fellas are
still in the neighborhood,
we'd be glad to send some out.
I guess
I haven't got any choice.
Did you find
the doctor all right?
Yeah. He can't make it.
There's something
you ought to know, Mort.
They got Sam Garrett with 'em.
Oh, they have?
Well... you take that stuff
right back in the store.
Yes, Mr. Henry.
Hey!
Hey, wait a minute!
Ah, that's my property,
young fella.
Is something biting you, mister?
I just bought that stuff!
No money changed hands;
you ain't bought it yet.
Give him the money, Wishbone.
These boys are friends
of Sam Garrett.
I sure could use some volunteers
to help unload this wagon.
George and I'll help you, Mort.
Hold it, there ain't gonna be
no volunteers for nothing!
(indistinct arguing)
Hold it! All of you!
What's the trouble?
We bought this stuff,
now he won't give it to us.
No money changed hands.
I changed my mind.
Look, Sheriff, we got a herd
facing tick fever.
All right, these boys
brought Sam Garrett back.
Oh.
Well, it's your
merchandise, Mort.
Yours to do with as you see fit.
This is cattle country--
you can't sit around
and let a herd get diseased!
Oh, it hurts, it sure does hurt.
Mm.
I don't know
what Garrett did to you people,
but whatever it is,
he's a human being,
and he may be dying out there.
Just remember that
as you're trying
to live with yourself... Doctor.
All right, boys.
(cattle lowing)
Doc just wouldn't come.
Yeah, yeah, I heard.
I'd still like to know
the reasons why.
There's only one reason--
Sam Garrett.
If you even mention that name
in that town,
and a wall of hate goes up
so thick,
you could strike a match on it.
Yeah, same goes for the powder.
When they found out
Sam Garrett was with us,
they just didn't seem to care
about 3,000 head of cattle.
How about gathering up a few of
the boys and giving Sugar Creek
a little visit, boss?
No, not until I find out
what it's all about first.
Clay, you take another swing
up through that tick country.
See if you can at least
find a thin spot.
We don't get that powder,
maybe we can at least try
and bull the herd through.
It's a waste of time...
but I'll try.
Go see and what you can do
for Garrett.
Already done all I can.
Well, then, think
of something else.
There another doctor?
Granville. That's 75 miles.
Oh.
Well, get started.
Started? That'll be...
FAVOR:
Too long. Yeah, I know.
But we got to try.
Oh, you two spread the word.
Nobody leaves the herd
until I say.
-(hoof beats approaching)
- Hey, wait a minute.
Looks like I won't have
to make that ride after all.
Doc changed his mind, huh?
I brought our so-called sawbones
this far.
Now you can take over.
The town will remember this,
Marcie.
Coming from you, Doc,
that's almost a compliment.
Where's Sam?
Right over there,
next to that tree.
Well, there's one female
that's really got a lot
of something.
Yeah.
All right, back to the herd,
and pass that word.
You know, a man once told me
these things could,
uh, settle a lot of things.
Including a guilty conscience.
The use of force
creates problems, Yates.
It doesn't solve 'em.
You the trail boss?
Gil Favor.
Unless I'm permitted
to leave right now,
you'll both be charged
as accessories.
Doctor, if that man dies
over there,
I'm gonna be doing
some charging.
See, it's a stalemate, Doc.
Get your bag, huh?
Doc, how bad do you think...?
Can you boil water?
If you know what to do with it.
Just so it's hot.
Oh.
Gonna need plenty of it.
This isn't gonna be pretty.
You better wait over
at the buggy.
Doc, I'm sorr...
HARPER:
Save it for the sheriff.
Hey, you two,
come on over here.
I'm gonna need the both of you
to hold him down.
Si, senor.
My name's Rowdy Yates, ma'am.
I know. I-I saw you in town.
This here's Gil Favor.
I'm much obliged
to both of you.
For Sam, I mean.
It's more the other way
around, Miss, uh...
McGillahenahan.
Uh, that's why
everybody calls me Marcie.
Yeah. Oh, if you hadn't
brought the doctor in,
nothing we could have done
would have made any difference.
Here, you better take this.
You might need a doc
again some time.
Oh.
Well, you might as well
throw that away.
Firing pin's busted.
(clicking)
Oh, coffee's hot.
Here.
Watching Sam ain't, uh,
gonna help him any.
Here.
Oh.
Talking might.
So talk.
What shall we start with?
You were saying?
I just came along
for the ride.
Sam's the one that counts.
Why did Sugar Creek close
its doors to him?
Because Sam is a ghost
five years dead,
and Sugar Creek can't stand
to look at the face it wore
the day it nailed the lid
on his coffin.
(grunting)
Is that why Whitcomb
and Jody feel the way they do?
The way they talk, you'd think
Sam'd be better off in that...
Not Jody, Mr. Yates.
Only Whitcomb.
He hates Sam for taking
his daughter away from him.
He never forgave the marriage.
Yeah, well, the boy blames Sam
for killing his mother.
Whitcomb put those words
in his mouth.
And he put the hate
in his heart.
Nancy Garrett died
of heartbreak
because they took Sam away
from her.
There never were two people
more in love.
Why did Sam leave Sugar Creek?
(sighs)
Well, Sam came home in '62.
One side of him weighted down
with some iron
left over from Manassas.
Well, he saw right away that...
that cattle business wasn't
gonna keep Sugar Creek alive,
so he decided to switch
to cotton.
He got everybody
to go along with him.
Everything worked out
just fine.
(sighs)
Until he sold his first crop.
To a buyer from Boston.
Hmm.
I know it doesn't sound bad now,
but, well, five years ago,
trading with the North was worse
than dancing with the devil.
At least in these parts.
Sam swore that the man was
an agent from England,
but he... he couldn't prove it.
There was a trial?
Oh, yeah. Yeah, if you want
to call it that.
Sam was branded a traitor,
and he was sentenced
to five years of hard labor,
and if that was enough,
those two-legged locusts
took his house,
his crops and his land.
You feeling about this place
the way you do,
why did you stay?
Well, I run a saloon,
Mr. Trail Boss.
Besides, I stopped chasing
rainbows a long time ago.
Does, uh...
Sam know how Jody,
people of Sugar Creek
feel about him?
(howling)
Well... a little.
I mean, I try
to tell him, but...
HARPER: Garrett wouldn't need
any telling if he had any sense.
Man has to be a pretty big fool
to come back
after what he did.
Sam is...
Well, I stopped the bleeding,
cauterized the wound.
He's in no danger.
Not from the wound, anyway.
Meaning what?
Men have been hung for less.
That was five years ago, Doc.
Five years or 50--
treason is still treason, Yates.
And the people who were living
here when he sold out
still can't hold their heads up
in decent company.
More than paid for what he did.
You can't ask for anything more.
We might...
if we have to look at him.
Well, you better get used
to it, Doc.
See, Garrett owns 100 head
of mixed cattle in this herd.
He's planning on settling down
right here,
starting a new brand.
He thinks that,
not only a stubborn fool,
he's a blind fool.
Everyone knows that a traitor
forfeits his holdings
the day he's sentenced.
Garrett doesn't own a ranch.
He doesn't own one square inch
of land in this county.
But I do.
When the Garrett land
went on the block,
I bought his house
and 50 good grazing acres.
Well, you said
that was an investment.
So I lied.
Soon as Sam is well enough,
I'm gonna take him back
where he belongs to stay.
If you go through with this,
I'm warning you--
you're through in Sugar Creek.
(Marcie scoffs)
I was through in Sugar Creek
five years ago.
Mind if I take over your camp
for a spell?
As long as you give it back.
(Marcie chuckles)
Well, trail bossing ain't
in my line.
See, I told you, Doc.
It's a standoff.
I think you ought to throw in
your cards while you still can.
I haven't got that much
to lose, Yates.
But what about you?
Sam Garrett and Sugar Creek
are none of your business.
You'd take my advice,
you'd head north
while you still can.
With tick country
facing us up ahead?
Not without that powder.
All right.
Suit yourself.
But like I said,
the sheriff is gonna have
something to say about it.
Fine. We'll hear it together.
Rowdy, you keep the men here.
Horses are over there, Doc.
Everything's gonna be
just fine, Sam.
Now all you have to do is open
them big blue eyes
and say hello to an old friend.
(sighs)
I thought it was you, Marcie.
But...
well, you ain't the type
to be wearing wings.
I know.
Me and Lucifer.
Your letters, Marcie--
they helped.
Well, I...
I needed practicing
with my lettering,
and you were a good excuse.
Got a couple broncs
for you to bust, Sam.
How about it?
Sure.
Just help me
strap on my spurs.
(laughs)
Where's Jody?
Oh, well...
Uh, he, uh...
he went on a hunting trip.
He'll be back tomorrow.
After five years...
tomorrow's a long way off.
Marcie, I wrote to him regular.
He never wrote back. Why?
MUSHY: Mr. Wishbone?
Oh, it's hot.
Oh.
Well, use the handle.
All right, Sam,
you just rest easy,
and I've got you some soup here.
No, thanks, Wish.
I don't feel much like eating.
Look, I nursemaided that calf
of yours.
I guess I know how
to nursemaid you.
You do as you're told, Sam.
Now, look, Wish, I don't want...
Now, you just eat,
and I'll do the talking.
Now, isn't that good?
Feel better already, don't you?
How do you tell a man
his only son wishes
he was dead and buried?
There aren't gonna be
any more tomorrows?
It just can't come from me,
but I've got to find a way
to get Jody out here.
For an old friend,
sure taken a lot on yourself,
aren't you?
I'm Marcie, Mr. Yates.
I'm no more, no less,
no apologies.
But Sam-- he...
he's something special.
You see, a long time ago,
he poured me out of a bottle
and pointed me due north.
It's as simple as that.
Well, he needs you now, Marcie.
Well, he needs Jody more.
Yeah. I was thinking about that.
You know,
the herds all bedded down.
I haven't got too much to do.
Think I might just take a ride
into town come sunup,
have a little talk
with that boy.
You know, if I stay around here
much longer, cowboy,
I'm going to start believing
there's hope
for the human race after all.
(chuckles)
Well, you just don't let Sam
get drowned
in Wishbone's soup, huh?
(muttering)
Hey, Mort.
Gee, I didn't realize
it had taken so long.
I just thought you ought
to know about it.
I think she's gone too far.
We'll find out about it
in the morning.
Come on, Will.
Close the door.
Yes, sir.
Oh, Doc.
I was about ready
to start looking for you.
What happened?
Marcie-- she came
after me with a gun.
This a private party?
Not anymore.
Not as far as that saloon woman
is concerned.
She forced me
to tend to Sam Garrett
at the point of a gun.
And Mr. Trail Boss here,
he backed her up.
There's laws against that.
And jail cells to back them up.
There's laws
against killing a man, too.
Garrett probably would've died.
But then I figured
there just must have been
some kind of mistake.
No.
No mistake.
Treason is treason
no matter how you read it.
Sam Garrett ain't welcome here,
and neither are his friends.
Six weeks ago,
I didn't know he was alive.
You brought him back.
That man bought
100 head of cattle from me,
asked if he could stay
with the drive
until we reached Sugar Creek.
Now, that's the whole of it.
What did he want the cattle for?
I gathered to start up
his ranch here again.
He's got no ranch.
Wrong, Art.
Marcie is going to turn
title back to him
on that piece that she bought.
We should have run that woman
out of Sugar Creek
five years ago.
Look, this woman and Garrett
and Sugar Creek
are your problem.
That herd out there is mine.
All I'm asking for
is enough powder
to see them through
the tick country up ahead.
Al right.
I'll make a deal with you.
You can have your powder
if you help us get rid
of Sam Garrett.
How?
That cattle that, uh,
he bought off of you--
unmake that deal.
You take the cattle back,
he can't stay here,
ranch or no ranch.
That cattle already
belongs to Sam.
Not if you take it back.
I'm sorry.
It's not my way of doing things.
Don't be a fool, Favor.
A traitor like Sam Garrett
isn't worth your herd.
Deal's already made.
Far as I'm concerned,
that's the way it'll stand.
ART:
Just one more thing.
I may put out a warrant for you
for holding Doc
against his will.
Now, you think that over.
I'll do that.
You think this over--
I'll be back with my men
for that powder.
I don't bluff, Favor.
You take one thing
from Sugar Creek at gunpoint,
and you got a war on your hands.
Well, then, we got a war
on our hands.
I take my herd through that
tick country without protection,
that disease will spread
for 500 miles.
You find a law to change that...
I'll listen.
- What do you want?
- You.
It's about your father.
Like I said, Mr. Yates,
I haven't got a father.
She didn't hate your pa, boy.
And he didn't kill her.
How do you know?
Why would he come back?
Why would he come after you
if he was all the things
your grandfather said he is?
(hoof beats approaching)
Your pa's hurt, boy.
He needs you bad.
That's a lie.
For five years, he didn't care
if I was dead or alive.
If he really cared,
why didn't he write?
He did write you.
He... he wrote you regular.
Yates.
You were told once
you were not wanted.
Next time, I'll have the sheriff
say it for me.
I was just leaving.
Can't run away
from this thing, Jody,
any more than you can run away
from a shadow.
I think you owe it to yourself
to find out
what the real truth is.
Owe it to her, maybe.
Jody, the next time
that man bothers you...
- Grandpa.
- Yes?
You and me, we always told
each other the truth, right?
That's right.
Did Pa ever write?
About once a month.
I burned them.
Just like I burned
everything else
that he ever touched.
Well, don't you see, boy?
I did it for you.
I couldn't have him destroy you
like he did her.
I did it for you.
Jody... you believe me,
don't you,
when I say that I did it
for your own good?
Sure.
Before long, he'll be gone,
and then everything
will be like it was before.
Jody...
promise me you won't try
to see him.
It would only cause misery.
Grandpa, I can't promise.
- Grandpa.
- Yes?
Ma wasn't really ashamed
of Pa, was she?
(cattle lowing)
It's the only trail
I could find,
but it still isn't
going to do much good.
The tick infection spreads
for five miles.
Means we're right back
where we started.
And if we don't get
that powder,
only one direction we can head:
back to San Antone.
Well, I was never much
for walking backward.
Give me ten men, and I'll have
that powder by sundown.
- Now, listen...
-(clattering)
Mushy, will you...!
Just think, I was going to throw
them pants away.
I was going to cut it up
for patching.
Mushy, these pants
fit just great.
But I, uh... I don't know,
I can't seem to do much
with the shirt.
Well, ma'am, I got another one,
-one with some strength...
- Mushy.
WISHBONE:
The shirt looks fine, miss.
Matter of fact,
it never looked better.
I knew we were shorthanded,
but I had no idea
it was this bad.
Al right.
So I'll never make a drover.
Uh, Marcie, this is
Clay Forrester, our scout.
(Marcie chuckles)
So I noticed.
That, uh, horse of yours
could use some cooling off.
See to it.
Rest of you, get back to work.
Uh, Rowdy... Rowdy.
Hmm?
Good a time as many
to cut out Sam Garrett's cattle
and take them over
to his spread.
- All right.
- Use enough men
to get them there by dark.
Right.
Now, Rowdy. Now.
Now?
Al right.
How's the patient?
Oh, I'll be all right.
I'm not so sure about the boys.
You always told me it took
war paint and a St. Louis dress
to make a man sit up and look.
Okay, so next time
I'll wear boots
and a fresh set of freckles.
Well, either way
I like what I see.
In a cattle camp,
any woman'd look like
she just stepped
out of a store catalogue.
Don't let the sun
get in your eyes, Sam.
Well, now, that works
both ways, Marcie.
You stand to lose a lot
by coming out here,
taking my side
against Sugar Creek. Why?
Oh, maybe because I, uh,
I can't abide by stacked decks.
(chuckles) Or maybe
I'm just naturally interested
in, uh, table stakes
at short odds.
No sale.
Al right.
You did something for me once,
and I, uh...
well, I'm just trying
to balance the books.
No, that's not enough, either.
Marcie...
I'd like to think that...
once this is done...
we can both keep
a little of that...
sun in our eyes.
You've been away
a long time, Sam.
Don't say anything
you'll regret.
It's said, Marcie.
And I never felt better.
(horse approaching)
I'm looking for my...
for Sam Garrett.
FAVOR:
He's right over there.
He, uh, he's been
waiting for you, Jody.
You my pa?
Just as certain
as you're my son.
What's so certain about that?
You haven't seen me
in five years.
Well...
a man doesn't have to see
his son every day to know him.
I hear you got hurt.
Is it bad?
Oh, uh...
well, no worse than
that time you took a header
out of the peach tree, remember?
Why'd you come back?
To see you, Jody.
To make a home for you,
if you want it.
I already got a home,
with Grandpa.
Yeah.
I'm sure he's been good
to you, too.
But I just... hoped
you'd want to be with me.
Jody, we were happy
at that ranch once.
I figure we
can make it work again.
I got cattle with me and a...
few ideas about
stocking a new herd.
I even got a cat for you.
Will you come and...
visit me once in a while?
Maybe.
I'm glad you're
not hurt too bad.
♪♪
That meant a lot
to your dad, Jody.
Thanks for holding
my horse, mister.
Anytime.
Well, it's a start.
Now the rest is up to Jody.
I'm afraid the rest
is up to Sugar Creek.
Heard there was
a meeting going on.
I figured maybe you'd like
to hear what I got to say.
Well, we understand
how you feel, Jim.
The only trouble is, this whole
thing's gotten out of hand.
It's them drovers.
From where I sit, I figure
we made a big mistake
holding back that powder.
Favor and his boys
can come in here
and take anything they want.
And every judge in the territory
would back 'em up.
Well, give 'em the powder.
Well, that's just what
we decided to do, Jim.
Makes sense.
No use fighting 20 men
to get at one.
We all feel the same way
about Garrett.
But there's nothing
we can do about it.
Marcie saw to that.
You mean you're willing to
let him settle here again?
Pollute the very air
you breathe?
Well, like Art just told you,
there's nothing
we can do about it.
There's one thing
we can do about it.
Wait till his friends
head north, and then hit him.
Burn out his ranch.
Run off his stock.
Without that, he's got nothing
he would stay here for.
Where Garrett's concerned,
I'm not too fussy about the law.
But that's going too far.
As long as I'm wearing this,
there's not gonna be
any burnin' or raidin'.
Time will take care of Garrett.
Couple of months, why...
he'll have to leave.
A few months may be too late.
I don't want to lose Jody
the way I lost Nancy.
I told you, Jim,
we understand how
you feel, but...
No man understands how I feel!
And none of you understand
to what lengths I'd go
to destroy Sam Garrett.
- Now, look...
- Five years ago,
you were all howling
for a tar overcoat
and a long ride on
a short rail for him.
And now, you're ready to
forget what he did.
Garrett paid his price.
The law asks for no more.
Maybe the law doesn't,
but I do.
Only I'm not asking,
I'm telling!
Just what does that mean?
You bought a piece of
Garrett land, Art,
up at the head of the valley.
Take off that badge,
and it'd be your rocking-chair
address, right?
That new hotel of yours, Mort,
that was built on land
that was once Garrett land.
And the same thing
for you, Harper.
That sawmill that
you own with Judd.
Garrett land.
Well, we bid on it,
fair and square!
The land's ours.
Only because he was
convicted as a traitor.
But suppose he wasn't guilty.
Suppose he can prove
that someone else
arranged that
cotton deal up north.
Then he would have legal title
to his property,
and all that would be left
to you are broken dreams.
ART:
Well, that's crazy.
Because Garrett was guilty.
-(talking over each other)
- Of course he was guilty!
There's no question about that.
- That's ridiculous.
- Yeah.
You're all wrong.
I set up that deal.
And then I fixed it
so every door
was slammed in Garrett's face.
The only mistake I made was to
let him walk out of it alive.
Which all adds up
to only one thing:
either you back me up now,
help me run Garrett
clean out of the territory,
or you stand to lose
everything you own.
Well? What's it gonna be?
Spend the rest of your life
in broken-down rocking chairs
with no land to rock on?
A vacuum where
your pride used to be?
Make up your mind, boys.
It's everything you own,
or Garrett!
That's the whole of it,
Mr. Henry.
We made a mistake,
allowing personal feelings
to get in the way
of common sense.
You can have your powder.
There'll be no charge for it.
Well, thanks.
Uh, what about Sam?
Like you said, Favor,
he's our business, not yours.
Good luck to you.
Go on.
Mr. Favor, you can have
your camp back, now.
Us? It'll never be the same.
MUSHY:
Hey!
Uh, ma'am, you don't want to
forget your dresses, and things.
Oh, Mushy, I'm sorry.
...I forgot I still
have on your...
Oh, you can keep 'em, ma'am.
I couldn't never wear 'em again.
You know, if, uh, Sam ever
runs out on you, Marcie,
you can expect me
to come calling, huh?
I'll remember that, cowboy.
Favor... I'm beholden.
Now, Sam...
Next time we're
through this way,
we'll probably be contracting
your herd to take it north.
You sure you can handle
Sugar Creek alone?
I'm not alone.
Not anymore.
I can handle it.
Take it easy, Sam.
I don't know.
I don't like it.
The town gave up kind of easy.
Oh, it'd take more than
a town to beat that pair.
Well, what are you all
standing around for?
Waiting for a prayer meeting?
Wishbone, get that powder
loaded. Start rolling.
The rest of you,
line up that herd!
We got a drive to go with!
Grandpa?
Yeah?
Where you going?
Just a little
hunting trip, Jody.
Nothing to worry about.
It's Pa, isn't it?
I'll be back by suppertime.
I got supper started.
Place, uh,
straightened up proper.
You ought to be able to get
along just fine till Jody...
You planning on leaving?
Well, I got a saloon
to run, remember?
You don't need me.
Oh, well, now that's
for me to say, Marcie.
Look...
I want you to stay.
Sam...
I ain't much for words, so...
I'm only gonna say this once.
You listen, and...
you listen good.
Coming back meant
only one thing.
Jody, nothing else.
This place, the cattle...
it was just something to use,
like rock candy
in a cardboard castle.
Now...
well, now they mean
something more.
Because you're here.
You're part of it, Marcie,
part of living again.
Take that away from me, and...
not even Jody could
keep the grass green,
or the sun bright,
or the kettle inside
boiling just right.
It's too soon, Sam.
You can't be sure.
What do you want me to do,
Miss McGillahenahan?
Get on my knee
and bust open these stitches?
No. Not that.
You don't even have to
say the words.
I'll say them for both of us.
It had to come.
You'd better get inside, Marcie.
No.
Whoa.
You boys must be getting old.
Why, you let almost a whole day
pass before you dropped by.
Five minutes, Garrett.
You've got that long
to clear out.
You and that woman of yours.
Five minutes or five years,
it's still the same.
I didn't run then,
and I ain't running now.
I make it... four minutes, now.
You have no right.
This land is free and clear.
Art, you know better;
you're a law officer.
Was a law officer, Marcie.
Right now, I'm...
just another citizen.
The badge don't
come off that easy.
Not when it'll have to
cover a killin'.
This time, that's what
it'll have to be.
You burn me out,
and I'll build again.
You run me off,
and I'll scratch my way back.
There's only one way
this is gonna get settled.
Now either you ride
off of here, or...
Two minutes
is all you've got left.
Jim.
He means it.
So do I.
Sooner or later,
Garrett's gonna
leave us in peace.
You're going to have to
put me on that list, too.
I'm with Sam.
To stay.
One minute.
Maybe you're right, Jody.
It is a hunting trip.
Pa!
Put that rifle away, Jim.
It won't work.
Where do you want
the first one, Garrett?
High, or low?
That's as far as it goes, Jim.
If you haven't got
the stomach for it,
then ride out.
It's going to be slow, Garrett.
Slower than the five
years of purgatory
I put you through.
Oh, yes.
I did it.
The only treason you committed
was stealing my daughter
behind my back.
I vowed then that
I'd walk on your grave,
no matter what it cost.
Think of that now, Garrett.
Think of that when you die!
Pa! You all right, Pa?
Are you all right, Pa?
Just fine, Jody.
I'm just fine.
You boys out a-joyriding?
Nope, uh... saw you ride off
with that kid, so we figured...
So we thought maybe
you needed a little help.
So we talked it over, and...
When I want help,
I usually ask for it.
Right?
- That's right.
Right.
Right.
Did I ask?
Well, what are we
sittin' here for?
We got a herd to push.
I know, I know.
Head 'em up.
Move 'em out.
Head 'em up!
Move 'em out!
♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪
♪ Keep movin', movin', movin' ♪
♪ Though they're disapprovin' ♪
♪ Keep them dogies movin' ♪
♪ Rawhide! ♪
♪ Rawhide...! ♪
Hyah!
(whip cracks twice)