Rawhide (1959–1965): Season 5, Episode 11 - Incident of the Querencias - full transcript
Gil stops to see an old friend only to find he broke except for 30 head of cattle. He asks Gil to let him add his cattle to the herd and go to Colorado with Gil. Gil relents and does it but his men suffer for it when Lije breaks the rules.
♪ 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)
♪♪
- Hey, pull over, will ya?
- What for?
Let's see what a little soap
and hot water feel like.
Well, Mr. Favor sent us in here
to get supplies,
not to waste time
getting prettied up.
See ya later.
I'll be with you
in just a minute.
I just wanted one of the baths.
Oh. Well, straight back.
Hot water's on the stove.
Right.
(grunts)
♪♪
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Haircut like that cost you
a lot more in the city.
They wouldn't get it.
There's a fair price
for everything, Harry.
A man doesn't pay enough,
he's a cheapskate.
Pays too much, he's a fool.
Nobody could call you
either one, that's for sure.
Oh, thank you, Harry.
Well, here's for you haircut,
and this to buy yourself
a little drink at my place.
Sure thing, Mr. Landy.
Bert, have my buggy brought up.
Right away, Mr. Landy.
You folks leaving so soon?
Due back yesterday, Mr. Landy.
Sure hate to leave.
Best hotel in the territory.
Maybe I ought to raise my rates.
(chuckles)
Sheila?
Now wait a minute, Sheila!
Sheila!
Don't you "just a minute” me
Mr. Landy.
I know what you're up to!
Now, Sheila, now, Sheila.
You're going to Twin Falls,
aren't you?
Just for three days.
And you weren't going
to tell me, were you?
Well, I thought it would be
pleasanter that way.
I see I was right.
You promised me that the next
time you went
you'd take me with you!
Don't you think I ever want
to get out of this grubby little
town the same as you do?
Now, Sheila, this is business.
I'm meeting
some important people.
It wouldn't look right
for me to have a female
companion along.
Well, now how would it look
if the female companion
were your wife?!
We've been all through that.
Someday... someday you're
going to walk out on me
once too often, John Landy,
and I'm not going to be here
when you come back.
And in fact, that day
might just be today!
You'll be here.
Oh? What makes you so sure?
Because when that beautiful
Irish temper of yours is
under control, you're smart
enough to realize
that you're better off now than
you were when I first met you.
Oh!
Besides, you know if you even
looked at another man,
I'd kill you both.
Well, now if I cared that much
about somebody,
I'd want the whole world
to know it...
by marrying them!
Well, that's where
we're different.
You see, I don't care
about the rest of the world.
Now you just pick up those
brushes and put 'em back...
Oh, now you think
you could order...
Well?
Well, that's more like it.
Uh, one more thing.
Bert has his orders.
No saloon time until I get back.
That way you can have
a nice long rest.
You might even catch up
on your sewing.
(blows kiss)
Oh!
Hi.
Well, you come too soon.
I haven't finished loading yet.
Oh, that's all right.
I can wait.
(Rowdy chuckles)
You feel better?
Oh, a little bit.
Nice three-inch steak
and some music and things,
I'll be all right.
Oh, you really got trail fever.
There.
Who's that?
John Landy. Owns a saloon.
No kidding? You know him?
Not personal.
He can be a mean one.
You know, I was in here
a couple of years ago
when there was a little ruckus
going on over there.
He took a couple of cowboys
by the head
and banged 'em together like
they was a pair of gongs.
Darndest sound you ever heard
in your life.
Whoa! Excuse me.
That's all right, brother.
No harm done.
Uh, you wouldn't care to make
a contribution for the church?
For the good of your soul.
Oh, uh...
Yeah. There you go.
Thank you.
And you, brother?
Well, it's too late to do
anything about my soul.
If I haven't got it made
already, I never will.
Whatever you say.
It's your soul.
Well, just a minute, Parson.
Just in case
the jury's still out.
Thank you. Thank you.
What else we need?
Well, corn meal and...
corn meal and...
sugar and molasses.
Uh, you go order the horseshoes.
We'll pick 'em up first thing
in the morning.
I'll meet you at the hotel.
Right.
Oh, uh, get two rooms, will ya?
I don't want to listen
to you snoring when I come in.
When you come in from where?
You don't honestly think
I rode all the way on the wagon
just to get a good night's
sleep, do ya?
Oh, so that's the reason you
were so agreeable
when Mr. Favor said
you should come in.
Yeah, that's one of 'em.
What was the other one?
Well, Mr. Favor said, "Rowdy,
how would you and Wishbone like
to ride into town
and pick up supplies?”
And I know that means,
“Rowdy, get going."
Well, yeah.
See ya later.
Now no offense, Wish,
but that was a real good supper.
It's all right if you like
things overcooked
and not enough seasoning
and too much grease.
Why didn't you tell the man
how you wanted it?
I'm on vacation.
Anyway, no cook ever tells
another cook how to cook.
(piano playing "Campton Races")
Listen to that;
civilization.
Sounds like the piano
needs tuning.
Come on. I'm buying.
Oh, no, I just need a soda
and some sleep.
And I'm not gonna get either one
in there.
You know, Wish,
you're getting old?
Well, you go in there and you'll
soon catch up with me.
(Rowdy chuckles)
You know, if I play it right,
I might even pass you up.
(piano playing
"Polly Wolly Doodle")
Hey, hey. So it's cold and wet
and about that high.
Yes, sir.
Mind if I join you in the game?
Ain't you working the wrong side
of the street, Parson?
It's for a good cause.
My winnings are going
to build a new church.
- Jacks or better to open?
- Yep.
Sheila, you know what
Mr. Landy said.
Well, what's wrong with a short
walk on a long night?
Add a pair of wings
and the picture'd be complete.
Join me?
No, thank you.
Real hospitable town.
What's the matter, cowboy,
you lonesome?
Whatever gave you that idea?
Just 'cause I'm sitting
all alone here?
Well, now a man with your assets
certainly shouldn't have
any trouble.
Don't you know anybody in town?
Nope, not a soul.
Drifter, huh?
Well, drover.
That's the same thing,
only you get paid for it.
(both chuckle)
You married, miss?
No. Why?
No reason why you can't join me,
is there?
Well, now you've got
a point there, mister.
Why shouldn't I sit down?
Nobody owns Sheila Delancey.
That's the spirit.
Miss, uh, Delancey, is it?
- Uh-huh.
- Rowdy Yates is my name.
Hey, waiter, uh,
two more of these, huh?
You heard my friend.
So, you came into town
looking for a big night,
and nobody will play with you.
Yeah, well,
that's the story of my life.
Up to now, that is.
Oh, don't get any ideas, mister.
I just sat down for a minute
to keep you company.
That's what she said,
and you know Sheila.
And I know John Landy, too.
I guess there's only
one thing to do.
The cowboy, too?
He looks like he could use
a good night's sleep.
It'll keep him out of trouble.
Compliments of the house?
Compliments of
the house.
Well, tell me about yourself,
Mr. Rowdy Yates.
Well, there really ain't
too much to tell, ma'am.
Oh?
That's not the way men generally
react to that question.
Usually, it's enough
to set them off for hours.
Compliments of the house.
Oh, well, thank you.
Well... maybe they lead more
interesting lives than I do.
(chuckles): Well, if they don't,
they sure make them up.
What about you?
Well, now, let's see.
Which one do you want?
The one where I'm respected
member of the community,
couple of kids, husband,
or, uh, or the real one?
"Walks in beauty
like the night.”
(piano playing lively tune)
(chuckles)
Well, uh... the real story
can't be that bad.
Not with a face
as pretty as yours.
Well, poetry and pulchritude.
Not a bad combination,
Mr. Yates.
Orphans.
That's what we are: orphans.
Two lonely, lost orphans.
I wouldn't believe it
if I didn't see it.
Them pills are guaranteed to
flatten a mule in ten minutes.
Ships... ships that pass
in the night.
That's what we are.
Beautiful.
And tomorrow, tomorrow
we go our lonely way again.
Why?
Why what?
Why should we have
to leave each other?
What do you mean?
Why couldn't we just...
go on being lonely together?
You mean get married?
(whispers):
Yeah.
Why... why pass in the night
when we could sail together?
Oh, that's a lovely thought.
Yeah, I thought so.
(chuckles)
(sighs)
Would serve him right.
Hey, and there... there is just
the man who can help us out.
It's getting late, Parson.
Call or quit.
I call.
Aces full.
(sighs heavily)
Come on.
Come on, miss.
Our destiny awaits us.
Oh...
That does it for me.
Suppose building a church
will have to wait
till I get better cards.
Say, you wouldn't care to make
a voluntary contribution,
would you?
- Not me.
- Now, go home.
Uh, Parson, uh,
we'd-we'd like to ask
a big favor of you.
- Well, some other time.
- No, it can't wait.
Uh, we want to get married
right away.
Oh, well, I'm sorry., I, uh, ...
Nell, perhaps I could
arrange a little time.
I'd be very happy to marry
you two fine young people.
Oh... fire away.
Uh, will you, uh,
join hands, please?
Well, we are
gathered here together
to join these two
in marriage, uh--
- What is your name?
- Uh, Rowdy Yates.
Do you, Rowdy Yates, take this
woman to be your wedded wife?
Now, wait a minute,
you can't do this.
Who says so?
Now, look, you know
what's gonna happen
when Landy shows up.
Ah, shut up.
Yeah, shut up.
Now, listen, you...
Look, uh, if this woman happens
to be 21 years of age or older--
and I figure she is--
then you just butt out.
Yeah, you heard him, butt out.
- All right.
- Butt out.
But you better not be around
when Landy shows up.
And that's not a bad idea
for you, too.
Let's see, where were we?
Uh, uh...
Do you take this woman
to be your wedded wife?
Yep.
Uh, do you do the same?
To be my lawful wedded wife.
Uh, your husband.
Oh, yes.
Then I pronounce you
man and wife.
Five dollars, please.
Morning.
What'll it be?
Not it, him--
fella name of Yates.
Sheriff's office
is three doors down.
I don't want the sheriff.
I'm looking for a tall, skinny
fella with a lot of yellow hair.
Came in here
last night about 8:00.
Look, we get
lots of tall, sk...
Hey, wait a minute.
- You say yellow hair?
- Yeah.
Young fella?
That's him.
You know where he is?
I sure do.
Hey, he didn't get in some kind
of fight or something?
Not yet, but he sure
got one coming up.
What do you mean, "coming up"?
He get hurt?
This is getting to be
mighty mysterious.
That your boy?
That's him.
Hey.
Mighty nice of you
to take care of him like this.
How much is the room?
It's on the house.
Oh, that's mighty
generous of you.
Hey, what's this?
Read it.
"To whom it may concern,
"On this date, I was pleased
to join Miss Sheila Delancey
"to Mr. Rowdy Yates
in the bonds of matrimony.
Signed, the Reverend.”
This some kind of a joke
or something?
You don't see me laughing,
do you?
I was one of the witnesses.
Well, you mean he went and got
himself married last night?
I tried to stop him.
Well, where is she?
I mean, where's the bride?
Some bridegroom.
Who is she?
I mean, besides being the bride.
John Landy's girl.
The John Landy?
There's only one.
Holy...
What are we gonna do?
What do you mean "we"?
I didn't marry her.
Marry who?
Her, that's who!
Ooh, not so loud.
Oh.
Oh, that's the little girl
I talked to last night.
What are you fellas doing
in the lady's room?
That isn't any lady,
that's your wife.
My what?
Your wife.
You and her got married
last night.
(chuckles)
Ah, come on.
You're crazy.
You're the one that's crazy,
marrying John Landy's
girlfriend.
Look, Wish, I'll admit
I talked to her, but...
Here, read that.
(sighs)
Oh, no.
Oh, yes.
I was there.
John Landy know about this?
He's out of town.
Good, then we're gonna be
the same before he gets back.
- Come on, let's go.
- Oh, wait a minute.
We can't walk off
and leave her here like this.
We're not gonna walk,
we're gonna gallop,
as fast as those horses
will take us.
Well, I can't, Wish.
Not-not if this thing's true,
if-if I really did marry her.
Can't we look up that preacher
and get it cancelled?
I don't know about
things like that.
And it might take time.
Well, in the meantime,
let's just keep it
between the three of us.
There was witnesses.
It'll be all over town by noon.
Well, this-this Landy fella--
sure-surely he'll understand
when he finds out
it was a mistake, you know.
Mister, I wouldn't like to be
either one of you
when he finds out.
Well... guess we can't do much
more than take her with us,
until we get
this thing settled, anyway.
Take her on the cattle drive?
What do you think
Mr. Favor will say to that?
Oh, yeah, him.
Guess we'll just
have to find out.
"Just go into town and get
some supplies,” he says.
Some supplies.
I can't believe it.
I just can't believe it.
Me, my age,
pulling a stunt like that.
Ooh, you must have
loaded my drink.
That makes a lot of sense.
(mutters):
Loaded your drink.
Hey.
The bartender, good old Bert.
Yeah, that figures.
Landy says, "Jump,”
Bert asks, "How high?"
Well, he'll do more than jump
when I get my hands on him.
Oh, what good is that gonna do?
Least, as far as
the marriage paper is concerned.
Should've told me
last night about Landy.
Back up, buster!
You think I wanted
to get married?
Oh, bicker, bicker, bicker!
You two ought to be
ashamed of yourselves.
After all, you're on
your honeymoon.
Oh, he's a real riot!
(men shouting, whistling
in distance)
(groans):
Oh.
Here comes Mr. Favor.
This ought to be a real
interesting conversation.
Yeah, maybe, maybe you ought
to get in the back for a while,
at least until we get the news
broken to him.
Why? What's he got
to get sore about?
You and me are the ones
that got married.
He just happens
to be the trail boss,
and didn't send us into town
to get any woman.
You better do
what your husband says.
Oh, you're making this
sound better every minute.
I'm gonna help you out of
this thing the best I can.
-(groaning)
- Till we can get to a town
and get this marriage cancelled,
let's try and get along, huh?
- Hi.
- Hi.
Everything go all right?
Well, we got the supplies,
if that's what you mean.
Good, good.
Well, when you get back to camp,
you help, uh, Scarlet
on the flank.
He's got a lot of strays
to pick up.
Uh, right. Uh, Mr. Favor?
FAVOR:
Yup.
Well, uh, things didn't go
quite right in town last night.
What?
Are you in trouble
with the law again?
Oh, no, no, nothing like that.
It's a good thing.
You can tell me
about it later, then.
Oh, you really laid it
on the line.
I don't see why Mr. Favor
won't ever let me
go into town with you
instead of Mr. Rowdy.
Got a feeling,
maybe next time, he will.
Where is she?
She took a bucket of water
to wash up.
Better get it over with
while you can.
- Yeah.
- Good luck.
- Uh, Mr. Favor.
- Hmm?
I got to talk to you
about, uh, last night--
what happened in town.
Oh, later, Rowdy.
I want to wash up.
No, I got to talk to you
about this right now.
Look, Rowdy,
I know all about it.
You don't have to tell me.
- You do?
- Yeah, sure.
You got drunk again,
got in a fight.
Oh, boss...
Look, Rowdy, what a man does
on his own time
is his own business.
- You mean that?
- Of course.
Long as it don't affect
the herd, no concern of mine.
Oh, this won't
affect the herd-- really.
No, she won't be
any bother at all.
Good.
What did you just say?
She won't be any bother at all--
Miss Delancey.
Uh... my wife, sort of.
You trying to tell me
that you got married sort of?
Yeah, in a way.
And you brought her
with you, here?
Yeah, well, see, I had to.
The-the bartender,
he felt that...
The bartender? What does
the bartender got to do with it?
Well, he, uh... the place where
she lives there in town...
You mean you married
a cheap dance hall tramp?
SHEILA:
Hold it, mister.
You are talking about a lady.
Well, you're fired.
Fired?
What's the matter?
You think I'll contaminate
your outfit?
I'll go get my gear
and collect my back pay.
We'll move out of here.
Where we gonna go?
I-I can't go back to town.
We'll find another town.
I thought you had enough sense
to look after him.
Since when was I promoted
to chaperone?
Rowdy's full-grown, and...
anyway, I didn't think
he'd go that far.
I didn't expect you
to go that far.
What... what do you
want me to do,
let him turn the drive
into a traveling dance hall?
Well, I just thought you'd be
boss enough to handle it.
Firing someone's real easy,
but helping him
is an altogether
different matter.
Oh, you miserable...
Boy, talking like that,
Mr. Wishbone,
you're liable
to get yourself fired, too.
He can do
without some trail hands,
but he can't do without eating.
Say, uh, how come you up
and got married like that?
You... do you expect
to take your wife
on a drive
all the way to Denver?
No.
It was just a terrible mistake.
That's all.
I figured the least I could do
was get her to another town
or something like that.
Oh.
Well, does she feel
that way about it?
Yeah, that's the way
we both feel.
Oh.
Well, uh...
well, you'd better
see about fixing her up
a place to sleep.
Do you see what I see?
Must be the sun.
Well, if it ain't, things
are sure picking up around here.
True, it might be another
two weeks before we hit a town.
Won't be no picnic.
I'll get along.
Oh. You'll find blankets
in the wagon.
Mister.
Huh?
What made you change your mind?
Your sunny disposition.
Hey, Mr. Favor,
who's your friend?
Oh, you mean Mrs. Yates?
Mrs. Rowdy Yates?
Mrs. Rowdy Yates?
(Sheila sighs)
Well, I've never been stared at
so much in my life.
They're acting like we're
a couple of freaks or something.
Yeah, well, honeymoons
and cattle drives
don't exactly go together.
(Sheila laughs)
How's the chow?
Oh, uh, fine, fine, thank you.
This is Mushy,
uh, Wishbone's helper.
Assistant cook.
Hello, Mushy.
Uh, pleased to meet you.
Any seconds?
Oh, no, thank you.
Hey, I...
I might have some, Mush.
I got a lot of work to do.
(Sheila laughs)
Lot of pull around this outfit.
Mind if I ask you something?
Oh, no, since you're my husband.
(chuckles)
This, uh... this Landy,
think he's
going to come for you?
I don't know.
Why?
Oh, just curious.
You know, you being
his girl and...
so crazy about you
and all, uh,
how come you two
have never gotten married?
Well, I guess he just wasn't
that crazy about me.
And you?
Want to know the truth?
Yep.
All he had to do was ask me.
Till last night.
And then I realized
finally that...
that he never would.
Any more questions?
No.
Oh... crazy world, isn't it?
Well, I wouldn't exactly
call it my oyster right now.
Come on.
I hope it's comfortable
in there.
(men groan and sigh)
(sighs)
(men hollering and whistling)
(Sheila coughs)
Nice day, huh?
Depends on how much
you like dust.
Oh, this ain't nothing.
You ought to be here when
there's a good wind blowing.
Well, I guess it's better
than cigar smoke.
You know, some of the saloons
I worked in,
it was thick enough to walk on.
Did you sing and dance
and do them high kicks
over your head?
Yeah, I used to--
when I was younger.
You don't look so old to me.
Thank you, Mushy.
♪♪
(Sheila humming)
♪ La da da di-da da-dum ♪
♪ Oh, dear ♪
♪ What can the matter be? ♪
♪ Dear, dear ♪
♪ What can the matter be? ♪
♪ Oh, dear ♪
♪ What can the matter be? ♪
♪ Johnny's so long at the fair ♪
♪ He promised to buy me ♪
♪ A trinket to please me ♪
♪ And then for a smile ♪
♪ Oh, he vowed
he would tease me ♪
♪ He promised to bring me ♪
♪ A bunch of blue ribbons ♪
♪ To tie up my bonny... ♪
(hoof beats approaching)
I'm looking
for a man named Yates.
That's me.
Stand over here in the clear.
Hold it.
Hold it.
You'd better explain yourself,
mister.
Ask him.
But I'm asking you.
I'm John Landy.
I came here for two things:
to kill him and to take her
back with me.
Hmm.
You'd best give me your gun.
I wasn't planning
on shooting him in the back.
I don't care what you was
planning or not planning to do.
- Give the orders here.
-(cocks gun)
Now we can talk.
I didn't come here to talk.
Give him his gun back.
Mister, I'm driving cattle,
and I need absolutely
every hand I got to do it.
Now, if you and Mr. Yates
want to kill each other,
well and good,
but he'll have to do it
on his own time
at the end of the drive.
Is that clear?
You talk very clear
with that gun in your hand.
True.
What about her?
Do you need her to drive cattle?
Mrs. Yates,
you can go with the man,
or you can stay here with us.
It's up to you entire.
I wouldn't go with him
if he crawled here
on his hands and knees
to ask me.
Well, you got your answer.
Now move out.
And I'd prefer
you didn't come back.
I didn't have any quarrel
with you when I came here.
You put yourself in it.
Remember that.
Long day tomorrow.
Let's pack it in.
Mr. Favor...
you know anything about mules?
Some.
Well, you're gonna
learn a lot more.
Except for the ears,
John Landy is purebred.
He meant what he said.
So do I.
Oh, fine.
Then we have a war on our hands,
and for what?
Look, Mr. Favor, why don't you
just put me on a horse,
and head me east, like,
uh, say, towards St. Louis?
'Cause then I'd have to
worry about you
most likely getting yourself
lost out there.
And running away from something
don't solve anything.
Only makes it worse.
Besides, it'd be
against the law.
What law?
Why, desertion.
You're a married woman,
now, you know.
Hey!
- Hey, mister?
-(hollers)
Hey.
Hey, mister! Who's your boss
on this cow drove?
You're looking at him!
Will there be any chance of
getting with your job here?
I lost my horse down the trail.
Hah!
All right, you got
yourself a job.
Dollar a day,
pay at the end of the drive.
Look, uh, how about getting
a little advance on the food?
I haven't eaten all day.
I'll send Hey Soos down
with a horse from the remuda.
Chuck wagon's up ahead.
You tell the cook I told you
it was all right to eat.
Thanks!
And check in with the ramrod
when you're through.
Right!
Now, don't worry about
that fella Landy.
Mr. Favor handled him.
You don't know him.
He's not used to losing.
Well, fooling around
with Mr. Favor
is a good way to start.
SAM:
Hey, hold up that wagon!
Hi.
What do you want?
Uh, I'm a new hand,
and the boss told me I could
come and get something to eat.
Well, all I got
up here is jerky.
SAM:
Much obliged.
Don't worry, you'll work for it.
So, can you tell me
where the ramrod is?
Right up there.
Thank you.
You know, there's
something familiar
about that fellow's face.
Not to me.
Well, I guess all these drifters
begin to look alike.
I must be gettin' old.
- Giddup.
-(laughs)
How's this new man making out?
What new man?
Didn't he check in with you?
No, not with me, he didn't.
Hey.
Told you to check in
with the ramrod.
Well, I couldn't find him.
Well, he's right over there,
big as life.
You're the ramrod?
- Yeah, that's right.
- Why, I'm a new hand.
The boss told me to
take my orders from you.
Al right.
You ride drag, we could use
an extra man back there.
Right.
Something else on your mind?
No... No.
There it is.
How do we hit it?
We don't.
Well, I thought
the reason we came...
There's 20 men out there.
Along with that
mule-headed girl.
Hit "em out here in the open,
somebody's bound to get hurt.
There's a canyon up ahead.
Either they give
Yates to us there,
or their herd
doesn't get through.
Jim, turn the herd.
We'll bed down here.
Joe, you pass the word.
HEY SOOS:
Señor Favor!
I saw some men over
on that ridgeline
a little while ago.
Which way they headed?
The same way we are.
HEY SOOS: You think it was
the man you chased out of camp?
FAVOR:
It wouldn't surprise me a bit.
Miss Sheila?
Oh.
You think that we have
a fight on our hands?
If they ask for it.
You'd better pick yourself up
a rifle from the supply wagon.
And pass the word.
Muy bien, señor.
I saw you talking to Mr. Favor.
What's up there?
Your friend, maybe.
With his friends.
Senor Mushy.
A rifle, please.
(whispering):
Let's go.
Miss Sheila!
Hi, Wishbone.
How's the chances of
gettin' something to eat?
You think I'm running
a hotel or something?
You'll eat when
the rest of 'em do.
It's an awful long time
between meals out there.
Can I at least have
a piece of jerky or something?
Come on, Wishbone.
For the good of your soul.
All right.
Here, take that and be happy.
Thank you.
People around here think I got
nothing else in the world to...
"For the good of your soul?"
"For the good of your soul.”
I still say you have
no reason to follow me.
I had every reason.
Your coming here
just made it easier.
Now I don't have to worry
about who gets hit
when I tell the boys to open up.
Why don't you leave them alone?
They haven't done
anything to hurt you.
No?
I've got a right to marry
whoever I want.
Now, you saw to that.
You married him.
You can have him when
I get through with him.
You mean you'd kill a man just
because he hurt your pride.
He'll have an even
chance to kill me
if he's man enough to take it.
Boss...
What are you doing here?
Well, the same thing you are.
Hey Soos told me you left camp.
I figured this is
where you came.
Real obliging of you.
Now you'll find out the kind of
husband you've picked.
She hasn't got a husband.
What are you trying to pull?
They told me all
about the ceremony.
That's right, there was
a ceremony, all right.
But the man who married us
wasn't a real preacher.
What?
You're crawling pretty far
to get out of a fight.
Wishbone was the one
who discovered him.
Take a look, Sheila.
Look familiar?
Him?
Tell 'em!
Well, I was just play-acting.
You know, so the law wouldn't
recognize me, that's all.
Well, it wasn't
my idea to marry 'em.
He made me do it.
Well, it... it was $5.
Are you trying to tell me
that the man who married you
is working for you
and you didn't know it?
Look, I didn't know anything
that happened that night,
and the next day I wouldn't have
recognized my own brother.
Well, you can check
with Bert on that.
He fed us some of those
giggle pills of his, but...
I guess they didn't
work fast enough.
So you... you were
never really married?
That's what I'm telling you.
We were planning on
gettin' it cancelled
at the end of the drive anyway.
Well, why'd you leave town?
Why didn't you just stay there
and have it... cancelled?
Well, I had to get back to work,
and I figured...
town wasn't exactly
a healthy spot for her.
(chuckles)
Yeah.
Guess I was some unhappy
when I heard about it.
Well, you want to go back
and get your things packed?
What for?
So we can go home,
what'd you think?
I think you're taking
a lot for granted.
Well, the, um,
way I look at it is,
that it... it isn't safe to
have you running around single.
You might run into a real
preacher next time I'm away.
Well, if... if this
is a proposal...
you can say it right.
Stubborn, isn't she?
(clears throat)
Miss Delancey...
would you, uh, do me the honor
of becoming my wife?
Mr. Landy, I would be
most pleased and proud
to accept your
proposal of marriage...
providing we find
another preacher.
No hard feelings.
Good luck.
You're the nicest man
I was ever almost married to.
If he ever gives you
any trouble, just remember
-we got Sam here with us.
-(Sheila laughs)
So long, Rowdy.
If you're ever in my town again,
remember the drinks
are on the house.
ROWDY:
On the house?
Oh. Well, uh...
on second thought,
I'll probably be drinking
just straight soda water.
Keeps you younger that way.
(laughing)
So long.
- Bye-bye, Rowdy.
- Bye-bye.
- Bye, Wish!
- Bye.
Bye, Sam.
Wonder what would've happened
if Sam had been a real parson?
One thing: we'd be
needing a new ramrod.
I, uh... I guess you
gotta turn me in, huh?
Of course not!
You signed up for
the whole drive.
Better turn in your collar, Sam.
We're gonna make
an honest man out of you.
You mean... work?
Yeah.
Work all the way to Denver.
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)
♪♪
- Hey, pull over, will ya?
- What for?
Let's see what a little soap
and hot water feel like.
Well, Mr. Favor sent us in here
to get supplies,
not to waste time
getting prettied up.
See ya later.
I'll be with you
in just a minute.
I just wanted one of the baths.
Oh. Well, straight back.
Hot water's on the stove.
Right.
(grunts)
♪♪
♪♪
Haircut like that cost you
a lot more in the city.
They wouldn't get it.
There's a fair price
for everything, Harry.
A man doesn't pay enough,
he's a cheapskate.
Pays too much, he's a fool.
Nobody could call you
either one, that's for sure.
Oh, thank you, Harry.
Well, here's for you haircut,
and this to buy yourself
a little drink at my place.
Sure thing, Mr. Landy.
Bert, have my buggy brought up.
Right away, Mr. Landy.
You folks leaving so soon?
Due back yesterday, Mr. Landy.
Sure hate to leave.
Best hotel in the territory.
Maybe I ought to raise my rates.
(chuckles)
Sheila?
Now wait a minute, Sheila!
Sheila!
Don't you "just a minute” me
Mr. Landy.
I know what you're up to!
Now, Sheila, now, Sheila.
You're going to Twin Falls,
aren't you?
Just for three days.
And you weren't going
to tell me, were you?
Well, I thought it would be
pleasanter that way.
I see I was right.
You promised me that the next
time you went
you'd take me with you!
Don't you think I ever want
to get out of this grubby little
town the same as you do?
Now, Sheila, this is business.
I'm meeting
some important people.
It wouldn't look right
for me to have a female
companion along.
Well, now how would it look
if the female companion
were your wife?!
We've been all through that.
Someday... someday you're
going to walk out on me
once too often, John Landy,
and I'm not going to be here
when you come back.
And in fact, that day
might just be today!
You'll be here.
Oh? What makes you so sure?
Because when that beautiful
Irish temper of yours is
under control, you're smart
enough to realize
that you're better off now than
you were when I first met you.
Oh!
Besides, you know if you even
looked at another man,
I'd kill you both.
Well, now if I cared that much
about somebody,
I'd want the whole world
to know it...
by marrying them!
Well, that's where
we're different.
You see, I don't care
about the rest of the world.
Now you just pick up those
brushes and put 'em back...
Oh, now you think
you could order...
Well?
Well, that's more like it.
Uh, one more thing.
Bert has his orders.
No saloon time until I get back.
That way you can have
a nice long rest.
You might even catch up
on your sewing.
(blows kiss)
Oh!
Hi.
Well, you come too soon.
I haven't finished loading yet.
Oh, that's all right.
I can wait.
(Rowdy chuckles)
You feel better?
Oh, a little bit.
Nice three-inch steak
and some music and things,
I'll be all right.
Oh, you really got trail fever.
There.
Who's that?
John Landy. Owns a saloon.
No kidding? You know him?
Not personal.
He can be a mean one.
You know, I was in here
a couple of years ago
when there was a little ruckus
going on over there.
He took a couple of cowboys
by the head
and banged 'em together like
they was a pair of gongs.
Darndest sound you ever heard
in your life.
Whoa! Excuse me.
That's all right, brother.
No harm done.
Uh, you wouldn't care to make
a contribution for the church?
For the good of your soul.
Oh, uh...
Yeah. There you go.
Thank you.
And you, brother?
Well, it's too late to do
anything about my soul.
If I haven't got it made
already, I never will.
Whatever you say.
It's your soul.
Well, just a minute, Parson.
Just in case
the jury's still out.
Thank you. Thank you.
What else we need?
Well, corn meal and...
corn meal and...
sugar and molasses.
Uh, you go order the horseshoes.
We'll pick 'em up first thing
in the morning.
I'll meet you at the hotel.
Right.
Oh, uh, get two rooms, will ya?
I don't want to listen
to you snoring when I come in.
When you come in from where?
You don't honestly think
I rode all the way on the wagon
just to get a good night's
sleep, do ya?
Oh, so that's the reason you
were so agreeable
when Mr. Favor said
you should come in.
Yeah, that's one of 'em.
What was the other one?
Well, Mr. Favor said, "Rowdy,
how would you and Wishbone like
to ride into town
and pick up supplies?”
And I know that means,
“Rowdy, get going."
Well, yeah.
See ya later.
Now no offense, Wish,
but that was a real good supper.
It's all right if you like
things overcooked
and not enough seasoning
and too much grease.
Why didn't you tell the man
how you wanted it?
I'm on vacation.
Anyway, no cook ever tells
another cook how to cook.
(piano playing "Campton Races")
Listen to that;
civilization.
Sounds like the piano
needs tuning.
Come on. I'm buying.
Oh, no, I just need a soda
and some sleep.
And I'm not gonna get either one
in there.
You know, Wish,
you're getting old?
Well, you go in there and you'll
soon catch up with me.
(Rowdy chuckles)
You know, if I play it right,
I might even pass you up.
(piano playing
"Polly Wolly Doodle")
Hey, hey. So it's cold and wet
and about that high.
Yes, sir.
Mind if I join you in the game?
Ain't you working the wrong side
of the street, Parson?
It's for a good cause.
My winnings are going
to build a new church.
- Jacks or better to open?
- Yep.
Sheila, you know what
Mr. Landy said.
Well, what's wrong with a short
walk on a long night?
Add a pair of wings
and the picture'd be complete.
Join me?
No, thank you.
Real hospitable town.
What's the matter, cowboy,
you lonesome?
Whatever gave you that idea?
Just 'cause I'm sitting
all alone here?
Well, now a man with your assets
certainly shouldn't have
any trouble.
Don't you know anybody in town?
Nope, not a soul.
Drifter, huh?
Well, drover.
That's the same thing,
only you get paid for it.
(both chuckle)
You married, miss?
No. Why?
No reason why you can't join me,
is there?
Well, now you've got
a point there, mister.
Why shouldn't I sit down?
Nobody owns Sheila Delancey.
That's the spirit.
Miss, uh, Delancey, is it?
- Uh-huh.
- Rowdy Yates is my name.
Hey, waiter, uh,
two more of these, huh?
You heard my friend.
So, you came into town
looking for a big night,
and nobody will play with you.
Yeah, well,
that's the story of my life.
Up to now, that is.
Oh, don't get any ideas, mister.
I just sat down for a minute
to keep you company.
That's what she said,
and you know Sheila.
And I know John Landy, too.
I guess there's only
one thing to do.
The cowboy, too?
He looks like he could use
a good night's sleep.
It'll keep him out of trouble.
Compliments of the house?
Compliments of
the house.
Well, tell me about yourself,
Mr. Rowdy Yates.
Well, there really ain't
too much to tell, ma'am.
Oh?
That's not the way men generally
react to that question.
Usually, it's enough
to set them off for hours.
Compliments of the house.
Oh, well, thank you.
Well... maybe they lead more
interesting lives than I do.
(chuckles): Well, if they don't,
they sure make them up.
What about you?
Well, now, let's see.
Which one do you want?
The one where I'm respected
member of the community,
couple of kids, husband,
or, uh, or the real one?
"Walks in beauty
like the night.”
(piano playing lively tune)
(chuckles)
Well, uh... the real story
can't be that bad.
Not with a face
as pretty as yours.
Well, poetry and pulchritude.
Not a bad combination,
Mr. Yates.
Orphans.
That's what we are: orphans.
Two lonely, lost orphans.
I wouldn't believe it
if I didn't see it.
Them pills are guaranteed to
flatten a mule in ten minutes.
Ships... ships that pass
in the night.
That's what we are.
Beautiful.
And tomorrow, tomorrow
we go our lonely way again.
Why?
Why what?
Why should we have
to leave each other?
What do you mean?
Why couldn't we just...
go on being lonely together?
You mean get married?
(whispers):
Yeah.
Why... why pass in the night
when we could sail together?
Oh, that's a lovely thought.
Yeah, I thought so.
(chuckles)
(sighs)
Would serve him right.
Hey, and there... there is just
the man who can help us out.
It's getting late, Parson.
Call or quit.
I call.
Aces full.
(sighs heavily)
Come on.
Come on, miss.
Our destiny awaits us.
Oh...
That does it for me.
Suppose building a church
will have to wait
till I get better cards.
Say, you wouldn't care to make
a voluntary contribution,
would you?
- Not me.
- Now, go home.
Uh, Parson, uh,
we'd-we'd like to ask
a big favor of you.
- Well, some other time.
- No, it can't wait.
Uh, we want to get married
right away.
Oh, well, I'm sorry., I, uh, ...
Nell, perhaps I could
arrange a little time.
I'd be very happy to marry
you two fine young people.
Oh... fire away.
Uh, will you, uh,
join hands, please?
Well, we are
gathered here together
to join these two
in marriage, uh--
- What is your name?
- Uh, Rowdy Yates.
Do you, Rowdy Yates, take this
woman to be your wedded wife?
Now, wait a minute,
you can't do this.
Who says so?
Now, look, you know
what's gonna happen
when Landy shows up.
Ah, shut up.
Yeah, shut up.
Now, listen, you...
Look, uh, if this woman happens
to be 21 years of age or older--
and I figure she is--
then you just butt out.
Yeah, you heard him, butt out.
- All right.
- Butt out.
But you better not be around
when Landy shows up.
And that's not a bad idea
for you, too.
Let's see, where were we?
Uh, uh...
Do you take this woman
to be your wedded wife?
Yep.
Uh, do you do the same?
To be my lawful wedded wife.
Uh, your husband.
Oh, yes.
Then I pronounce you
man and wife.
Five dollars, please.
Morning.
What'll it be?
Not it, him--
fella name of Yates.
Sheriff's office
is three doors down.
I don't want the sheriff.
I'm looking for a tall, skinny
fella with a lot of yellow hair.
Came in here
last night about 8:00.
Look, we get
lots of tall, sk...
Hey, wait a minute.
- You say yellow hair?
- Yeah.
Young fella?
That's him.
You know where he is?
I sure do.
Hey, he didn't get in some kind
of fight or something?
Not yet, but he sure
got one coming up.
What do you mean, "coming up"?
He get hurt?
This is getting to be
mighty mysterious.
That your boy?
That's him.
Hey.
Mighty nice of you
to take care of him like this.
How much is the room?
It's on the house.
Oh, that's mighty
generous of you.
Hey, what's this?
Read it.
"To whom it may concern,
"On this date, I was pleased
to join Miss Sheila Delancey
"to Mr. Rowdy Yates
in the bonds of matrimony.
Signed, the Reverend.”
This some kind of a joke
or something?
You don't see me laughing,
do you?
I was one of the witnesses.
Well, you mean he went and got
himself married last night?
I tried to stop him.
Well, where is she?
I mean, where's the bride?
Some bridegroom.
Who is she?
I mean, besides being the bride.
John Landy's girl.
The John Landy?
There's only one.
Holy...
What are we gonna do?
What do you mean "we"?
I didn't marry her.
Marry who?
Her, that's who!
Ooh, not so loud.
Oh.
Oh, that's the little girl
I talked to last night.
What are you fellas doing
in the lady's room?
That isn't any lady,
that's your wife.
My what?
Your wife.
You and her got married
last night.
(chuckles)
Ah, come on.
You're crazy.
You're the one that's crazy,
marrying John Landy's
girlfriend.
Look, Wish, I'll admit
I talked to her, but...
Here, read that.
(sighs)
Oh, no.
Oh, yes.
I was there.
John Landy know about this?
He's out of town.
Good, then we're gonna be
the same before he gets back.
- Come on, let's go.
- Oh, wait a minute.
We can't walk off
and leave her here like this.
We're not gonna walk,
we're gonna gallop,
as fast as those horses
will take us.
Well, I can't, Wish.
Not-not if this thing's true,
if-if I really did marry her.
Can't we look up that preacher
and get it cancelled?
I don't know about
things like that.
And it might take time.
Well, in the meantime,
let's just keep it
between the three of us.
There was witnesses.
It'll be all over town by noon.
Well, this-this Landy fella--
sure-surely he'll understand
when he finds out
it was a mistake, you know.
Mister, I wouldn't like to be
either one of you
when he finds out.
Well... guess we can't do much
more than take her with us,
until we get
this thing settled, anyway.
Take her on the cattle drive?
What do you think
Mr. Favor will say to that?
Oh, yeah, him.
Guess we'll just
have to find out.
"Just go into town and get
some supplies,” he says.
Some supplies.
I can't believe it.
I just can't believe it.
Me, my age,
pulling a stunt like that.
Ooh, you must have
loaded my drink.
That makes a lot of sense.
(mutters):
Loaded your drink.
Hey.
The bartender, good old Bert.
Yeah, that figures.
Landy says, "Jump,”
Bert asks, "How high?"
Well, he'll do more than jump
when I get my hands on him.
Oh, what good is that gonna do?
Least, as far as
the marriage paper is concerned.
Should've told me
last night about Landy.
Back up, buster!
You think I wanted
to get married?
Oh, bicker, bicker, bicker!
You two ought to be
ashamed of yourselves.
After all, you're on
your honeymoon.
Oh, he's a real riot!
(men shouting, whistling
in distance)
(groans):
Oh.
Here comes Mr. Favor.
This ought to be a real
interesting conversation.
Yeah, maybe, maybe you ought
to get in the back for a while,
at least until we get the news
broken to him.
Why? What's he got
to get sore about?
You and me are the ones
that got married.
He just happens
to be the trail boss,
and didn't send us into town
to get any woman.
You better do
what your husband says.
Oh, you're making this
sound better every minute.
I'm gonna help you out of
this thing the best I can.
-(groaning)
- Till we can get to a town
and get this marriage cancelled,
let's try and get along, huh?
- Hi.
- Hi.
Everything go all right?
Well, we got the supplies,
if that's what you mean.
Good, good.
Well, when you get back to camp,
you help, uh, Scarlet
on the flank.
He's got a lot of strays
to pick up.
Uh, right. Uh, Mr. Favor?
FAVOR:
Yup.
Well, uh, things didn't go
quite right in town last night.
What?
Are you in trouble
with the law again?
Oh, no, no, nothing like that.
It's a good thing.
You can tell me
about it later, then.
Oh, you really laid it
on the line.
I don't see why Mr. Favor
won't ever let me
go into town with you
instead of Mr. Rowdy.
Got a feeling,
maybe next time, he will.
Where is she?
She took a bucket of water
to wash up.
Better get it over with
while you can.
- Yeah.
- Good luck.
- Uh, Mr. Favor.
- Hmm?
I got to talk to you
about, uh, last night--
what happened in town.
Oh, later, Rowdy.
I want to wash up.
No, I got to talk to you
about this right now.
Look, Rowdy,
I know all about it.
You don't have to tell me.
- You do?
- Yeah, sure.
You got drunk again,
got in a fight.
Oh, boss...
Look, Rowdy, what a man does
on his own time
is his own business.
- You mean that?
- Of course.
Long as it don't affect
the herd, no concern of mine.
Oh, this won't
affect the herd-- really.
No, she won't be
any bother at all.
Good.
What did you just say?
She won't be any bother at all--
Miss Delancey.
Uh... my wife, sort of.
You trying to tell me
that you got married sort of?
Yeah, in a way.
And you brought her
with you, here?
Yeah, well, see, I had to.
The-the bartender,
he felt that...
The bartender? What does
the bartender got to do with it?
Well, he, uh... the place where
she lives there in town...
You mean you married
a cheap dance hall tramp?
SHEILA:
Hold it, mister.
You are talking about a lady.
Well, you're fired.
Fired?
What's the matter?
You think I'll contaminate
your outfit?
I'll go get my gear
and collect my back pay.
We'll move out of here.
Where we gonna go?
I-I can't go back to town.
We'll find another town.
I thought you had enough sense
to look after him.
Since when was I promoted
to chaperone?
Rowdy's full-grown, and...
anyway, I didn't think
he'd go that far.
I didn't expect you
to go that far.
What... what do you
want me to do,
let him turn the drive
into a traveling dance hall?
Well, I just thought you'd be
boss enough to handle it.
Firing someone's real easy,
but helping him
is an altogether
different matter.
Oh, you miserable...
Boy, talking like that,
Mr. Wishbone,
you're liable
to get yourself fired, too.
He can do
without some trail hands,
but he can't do without eating.
Say, uh, how come you up
and got married like that?
You... do you expect
to take your wife
on a drive
all the way to Denver?
No.
It was just a terrible mistake.
That's all.
I figured the least I could do
was get her to another town
or something like that.
Oh.
Well, does she feel
that way about it?
Yeah, that's the way
we both feel.
Oh.
Well, uh...
well, you'd better
see about fixing her up
a place to sleep.
Do you see what I see?
Must be the sun.
Well, if it ain't, things
are sure picking up around here.
True, it might be another
two weeks before we hit a town.
Won't be no picnic.
I'll get along.
Oh. You'll find blankets
in the wagon.
Mister.
Huh?
What made you change your mind?
Your sunny disposition.
Hey, Mr. Favor,
who's your friend?
Oh, you mean Mrs. Yates?
Mrs. Rowdy Yates?
Mrs. Rowdy Yates?
(Sheila sighs)
Well, I've never been stared at
so much in my life.
They're acting like we're
a couple of freaks or something.
Yeah, well, honeymoons
and cattle drives
don't exactly go together.
(Sheila laughs)
How's the chow?
Oh, uh, fine, fine, thank you.
This is Mushy,
uh, Wishbone's helper.
Assistant cook.
Hello, Mushy.
Uh, pleased to meet you.
Any seconds?
Oh, no, thank you.
Hey, I...
I might have some, Mush.
I got a lot of work to do.
(Sheila laughs)
Lot of pull around this outfit.
Mind if I ask you something?
Oh, no, since you're my husband.
(chuckles)
This, uh... this Landy,
think he's
going to come for you?
I don't know.
Why?
Oh, just curious.
You know, you being
his girl and...
so crazy about you
and all, uh,
how come you two
have never gotten married?
Well, I guess he just wasn't
that crazy about me.
And you?
Want to know the truth?
Yep.
All he had to do was ask me.
Till last night.
And then I realized
finally that...
that he never would.
Any more questions?
No.
Oh... crazy world, isn't it?
Well, I wouldn't exactly
call it my oyster right now.
Come on.
I hope it's comfortable
in there.
(men groan and sigh)
(sighs)
(men hollering and whistling)
(Sheila coughs)
Nice day, huh?
Depends on how much
you like dust.
Oh, this ain't nothing.
You ought to be here when
there's a good wind blowing.
Well, I guess it's better
than cigar smoke.
You know, some of the saloons
I worked in,
it was thick enough to walk on.
Did you sing and dance
and do them high kicks
over your head?
Yeah, I used to--
when I was younger.
You don't look so old to me.
Thank you, Mushy.
♪♪
(Sheila humming)
♪ La da da di-da da-dum ♪
♪ Oh, dear ♪
♪ What can the matter be? ♪
♪ Dear, dear ♪
♪ What can the matter be? ♪
♪ Oh, dear ♪
♪ What can the matter be? ♪
♪ Johnny's so long at the fair ♪
♪ He promised to buy me ♪
♪ A trinket to please me ♪
♪ And then for a smile ♪
♪ Oh, he vowed
he would tease me ♪
♪ He promised to bring me ♪
♪ A bunch of blue ribbons ♪
♪ To tie up my bonny... ♪
(hoof beats approaching)
I'm looking
for a man named Yates.
That's me.
Stand over here in the clear.
Hold it.
Hold it.
You'd better explain yourself,
mister.
Ask him.
But I'm asking you.
I'm John Landy.
I came here for two things:
to kill him and to take her
back with me.
Hmm.
You'd best give me your gun.
I wasn't planning
on shooting him in the back.
I don't care what you was
planning or not planning to do.
- Give the orders here.
-(cocks gun)
Now we can talk.
I didn't come here to talk.
Give him his gun back.
Mister, I'm driving cattle,
and I need absolutely
every hand I got to do it.
Now, if you and Mr. Yates
want to kill each other,
well and good,
but he'll have to do it
on his own time
at the end of the drive.
Is that clear?
You talk very clear
with that gun in your hand.
True.
What about her?
Do you need her to drive cattle?
Mrs. Yates,
you can go with the man,
or you can stay here with us.
It's up to you entire.
I wouldn't go with him
if he crawled here
on his hands and knees
to ask me.
Well, you got your answer.
Now move out.
And I'd prefer
you didn't come back.
I didn't have any quarrel
with you when I came here.
You put yourself in it.
Remember that.
Long day tomorrow.
Let's pack it in.
Mr. Favor...
you know anything about mules?
Some.
Well, you're gonna
learn a lot more.
Except for the ears,
John Landy is purebred.
He meant what he said.
So do I.
Oh, fine.
Then we have a war on our hands,
and for what?
Look, Mr. Favor, why don't you
just put me on a horse,
and head me east, like,
uh, say, towards St. Louis?
'Cause then I'd have to
worry about you
most likely getting yourself
lost out there.
And running away from something
don't solve anything.
Only makes it worse.
Besides, it'd be
against the law.
What law?
Why, desertion.
You're a married woman,
now, you know.
Hey!
- Hey, mister?
-(hollers)
Hey.
Hey, mister! Who's your boss
on this cow drove?
You're looking at him!
Will there be any chance of
getting with your job here?
I lost my horse down the trail.
Hah!
All right, you got
yourself a job.
Dollar a day,
pay at the end of the drive.
Look, uh, how about getting
a little advance on the food?
I haven't eaten all day.
I'll send Hey Soos down
with a horse from the remuda.
Chuck wagon's up ahead.
You tell the cook I told you
it was all right to eat.
Thanks!
And check in with the ramrod
when you're through.
Right!
Now, don't worry about
that fella Landy.
Mr. Favor handled him.
You don't know him.
He's not used to losing.
Well, fooling around
with Mr. Favor
is a good way to start.
SAM:
Hey, hold up that wagon!
Hi.
What do you want?
Uh, I'm a new hand,
and the boss told me I could
come and get something to eat.
Well, all I got
up here is jerky.
SAM:
Much obliged.
Don't worry, you'll work for it.
So, can you tell me
where the ramrod is?
Right up there.
Thank you.
You know, there's
something familiar
about that fellow's face.
Not to me.
Well, I guess all these drifters
begin to look alike.
I must be gettin' old.
- Giddup.
-(laughs)
How's this new man making out?
What new man?
Didn't he check in with you?
No, not with me, he didn't.
Hey.
Told you to check in
with the ramrod.
Well, I couldn't find him.
Well, he's right over there,
big as life.
You're the ramrod?
- Yeah, that's right.
- Why, I'm a new hand.
The boss told me to
take my orders from you.
Al right.
You ride drag, we could use
an extra man back there.
Right.
Something else on your mind?
No... No.
There it is.
How do we hit it?
We don't.
Well, I thought
the reason we came...
There's 20 men out there.
Along with that
mule-headed girl.
Hit "em out here in the open,
somebody's bound to get hurt.
There's a canyon up ahead.
Either they give
Yates to us there,
or their herd
doesn't get through.
Jim, turn the herd.
We'll bed down here.
Joe, you pass the word.
HEY SOOS:
Señor Favor!
I saw some men over
on that ridgeline
a little while ago.
Which way they headed?
The same way we are.
HEY SOOS: You think it was
the man you chased out of camp?
FAVOR:
It wouldn't surprise me a bit.
Miss Sheila?
Oh.
You think that we have
a fight on our hands?
If they ask for it.
You'd better pick yourself up
a rifle from the supply wagon.
And pass the word.
Muy bien, señor.
I saw you talking to Mr. Favor.
What's up there?
Your friend, maybe.
With his friends.
Senor Mushy.
A rifle, please.
(whispering):
Let's go.
Miss Sheila!
Hi, Wishbone.
How's the chances of
gettin' something to eat?
You think I'm running
a hotel or something?
You'll eat when
the rest of 'em do.
It's an awful long time
between meals out there.
Can I at least have
a piece of jerky or something?
Come on, Wishbone.
For the good of your soul.
All right.
Here, take that and be happy.
Thank you.
People around here think I got
nothing else in the world to...
"For the good of your soul?"
"For the good of your soul.”
I still say you have
no reason to follow me.
I had every reason.
Your coming here
just made it easier.
Now I don't have to worry
about who gets hit
when I tell the boys to open up.
Why don't you leave them alone?
They haven't done
anything to hurt you.
No?
I've got a right to marry
whoever I want.
Now, you saw to that.
You married him.
You can have him when
I get through with him.
You mean you'd kill a man just
because he hurt your pride.
He'll have an even
chance to kill me
if he's man enough to take it.
Boss...
What are you doing here?
Well, the same thing you are.
Hey Soos told me you left camp.
I figured this is
where you came.
Real obliging of you.
Now you'll find out the kind of
husband you've picked.
She hasn't got a husband.
What are you trying to pull?
They told me all
about the ceremony.
That's right, there was
a ceremony, all right.
But the man who married us
wasn't a real preacher.
What?
You're crawling pretty far
to get out of a fight.
Wishbone was the one
who discovered him.
Take a look, Sheila.
Look familiar?
Him?
Tell 'em!
Well, I was just play-acting.
You know, so the law wouldn't
recognize me, that's all.
Well, it wasn't
my idea to marry 'em.
He made me do it.
Well, it... it was $5.
Are you trying to tell me
that the man who married you
is working for you
and you didn't know it?
Look, I didn't know anything
that happened that night,
and the next day I wouldn't have
recognized my own brother.
Well, you can check
with Bert on that.
He fed us some of those
giggle pills of his, but...
I guess they didn't
work fast enough.
So you... you were
never really married?
That's what I'm telling you.
We were planning on
gettin' it cancelled
at the end of the drive anyway.
Well, why'd you leave town?
Why didn't you just stay there
and have it... cancelled?
Well, I had to get back to work,
and I figured...
town wasn't exactly
a healthy spot for her.
(chuckles)
Yeah.
Guess I was some unhappy
when I heard about it.
Well, you want to go back
and get your things packed?
What for?
So we can go home,
what'd you think?
I think you're taking
a lot for granted.
Well, the, um,
way I look at it is,
that it... it isn't safe to
have you running around single.
You might run into a real
preacher next time I'm away.
Well, if... if this
is a proposal...
you can say it right.
Stubborn, isn't she?
(clears throat)
Miss Delancey...
would you, uh, do me the honor
of becoming my wife?
Mr. Landy, I would be
most pleased and proud
to accept your
proposal of marriage...
providing we find
another preacher.
No hard feelings.
Good luck.
You're the nicest man
I was ever almost married to.
If he ever gives you
any trouble, just remember
-we got Sam here with us.
-(Sheila laughs)
So long, Rowdy.
If you're ever in my town again,
remember the drinks
are on the house.
ROWDY:
On the house?
Oh. Well, uh...
on second thought,
I'll probably be drinking
just straight soda water.
Keeps you younger that way.
(laughing)
So long.
- Bye-bye, Rowdy.
- Bye-bye.
- Bye, Wish!
- Bye.
Bye, Sam.
Wonder what would've happened
if Sam had been a real parson?
One thing: we'd be
needing a new ramrod.
I, uh... I guess you
gotta turn me in, huh?
Of course not!
You signed up for
the whole drive.
Better turn in your collar, Sam.
We're gonna make
an honest man out of you.
You mean... work?
Yeah.
Work all the way to Denver.
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)