Rawhide (1959–1965): Season 5, Episode 12 - Incident at Quivira - full transcript
Monty Fox wanders into camp dehydrated and starved. Once revived he has Mushy believing his story about Quivira which is a pot of gold and Fountain of Youth all in one. They steal supplies to search for Quivira forcing Rowdy to find them.
♪ 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)
LIJE:
Come in, Mr. Wallace.
Lock's broken.
I'll be...
with you in a minute,
Mr. Wallace.
Now, you sure are
taking advantage of me.
Heh.
This pitcher alone is worth $50.
Lije.
Gil.
Gil Favor!
(laughing delightedly)
I'll be...
y-y'know, I-I was expecting
somebody else.
Gil, um... sit down.
Come on.
Oh, oh, just... just a minute.
Get that...
the whole for you.
Sit down! How are you?
Why-why don't we have a drink?
- Ah...
- Come on, come on, come-come on.
Well, well, Gil, it's...
my gosh, it's good to see you.
Tell me all about yourself.
Here you are.
Well... what brings you to
this part of the woods, huh?
Driving the herd to Denver.
Army's got us held up
a few miles west of here.
A little Kiowa trouble.
Had some time on my hands, so...
Well, it could-couldn't have
worked out any better.
Say, if-if you had a,
if you had waited another week,
we would've missed each other.
Um... what happened, Lije?
Oh, that's, uh...
bad cards and good whiskey.
(laughs)
Habit. You don't have to
worry about me.
I'm... I may be down,
but no, sir,
I've still got plenty
of bounce in me.
I got plenty of bounce.
It is run down a little,
but shouldn't take
too much work to fix it up.
Well, to tell you the truth,
it's, uh, it's not mine anymore.
The bank foreclosed
on me last week.
They give me
a month to clear out.
Say, uh... I've got some money
in the bank in San Anton.
Now, 'taint much, but...
Nah, thanks.
Thanks, Gil, but a handout
won't do me any good.
Uh, well, I need something...
more substantial.
What I gotta do,
I gotta start ranching again,
some other place.
Some place where
people don't know me.
Some place where I don't have
a reputation to live down.
Got a place in mind?
Colorado.
How come Colorado?
Because that's
where you're going.
Well, I don't see
what my going there
has anything to do with it.
You don't?
Come on, I'll show you what.
See those cattle?
30 of 'em.
That is all I own in the world.
But I did it before, Gil.
I can do it again.
I started this ranch 15 years
ago with 30 head of cattle.
And I built it up to 50,000.
- You remember?
- Oh, I remember.
Nell, I could do the same thing
with those 30,
if you'll let me drive 'em
to Colorado with you.
Those?
I don't know, Lije.
I thought you wanted
to help me, Gil.
Yeah.
I do, but...
But you're not going to.
Lije, you know how much I
appreciate what you done for me,
and I want to help you.
Forget it, Gil, forget it.
I... I didn't realize
I was asking so much.
After all, I'm not asking you
to drive 2,000 head
like I used to.
- Hmm?
- Now, you know how bad it is
to mix herds in
the middle of a drive.
I'm sorry I asked you.
Well, uh, if you will
excuse me, Gil, I...
I'm expecting somebody else.
Uh... real nice to see you.
Oh, come on, Lije!
All right, all right, you win.
Gil.
I knew you wouldn't
let me down, not you!
Looky, sure, not-not-not after
all I've done for you.
Or not after all we've
been through together, huh?
Gil, ... I'll never
forget this.
Now, look, Lije.
Ranching and droving
ain't the same.
- Can be rough.
- Oh, now, now.
Come on, come on.
Y-You don't scare me.
I'll hold up my
end of the stick.
You don't have to
worry about me.
And there's rules, Lije.
I expect 'em to be obeyed.
First off, uh...
I know, I know.
(chuckles)
Seems like old
Mr. John Barleycorn
is always at the head
of the list, huh?
(chuckling):
Always.
Plus no mavrickin',
and no strays.
More time and trouble
than they're worth.
One last thing.
I, uh...
I give the orders.
Understood?
Well, you're the boss, Gil.
Whatever you say goes.
Look here, I-l don't want
any special favors.
No, sir.
I'll eat what the men eat,
I'll sleep where the men sleep.
I'll stand guard at night,
I'll do whatever
you tell me to do.
Look, we're right
over that ridge.
Be ready to have your cattle
to move out at daybreak.
I'll send a couple men
over to help you.
Good luck, Lije.
I hope you find what you want.
Thank you, Gil.
What do you say we have
a drink on that, huh?
- No, no, no.
- Oh, come on. Come on, come on.
We're not on the drive yet, huh?
(laughs)
There you are.
For old times' sake, huh?
Old times' sake.
Mr. Favor! Mr. Favor!
Quince is back
with that new bunch.
'Bout time.
When you said Crowning's bunch
was a draggle-tail group,
you weren't just being polite.
Well, pasture cow's always
trouble, first day out.
Well, as long as it's
only their first day.
We have got enough trouble
without messing...
Yeah, and standing here
ain't going to solve
any of our problems.
Get out there and
get 'em tacked on.
Joe, you get up to point.
Get 'em strung out.
First the Army,
then horned elephants.
I sure don't like
the looks of those cattle.
Well, we ain't passing out
blue ribbons for their looks.
We're drivin' 'em
not judging 'em.
Well, I may be wrong,
but you know what kind
of cattle those are?
Look, Wish, you're paid to cook,
not judge cattle.
Now, when I want your advice,
on the merits or demerits
of the cattle,
well, I'll come and ask you.
Until then, get packed
and get rollin'.
Wishbone, I never seen
cattle like that before.
Just hope you never
see any more of them.
They are called guerencias.
What's that mean?
Pasture cattle.
Don't like to be moved.
Better word for 'em's "trouble.”
The thing about querencias,
the further away
from home they get,
the worse they get.
Yeah, you might say the same
thing about Mr. Favor.
We better get packed
before he gets any worse.
I sure hate to
let the boys down.
First day out and all.
But I sure couldn't
do much drivin'
with a foot like this,
now could I?
Never heard of anybody
kicking his herd to market.
Take dynamite to keep
these granite-heads moving.
Yeah.
Well, just don't go
puttin' ideas in my head.
All right, it's just
the first day.
They'll be all right as soon as
they're trail-broke.
Well, I'm a drover,
not a mule-skinner.
We're working like
a pack of donkeys.
There's His Royal Highness
ridin' up ahead with Wishbone
like he owned half
the state of Texas.
Yeah, his new boots
gave him a blister.
Yeah, well, this saddle's
giving me one.
Say, Wish, um...
how would you like to
go part interest
on my new ranch, huh?
I, uh...
I-I give you 25% for $100.
Well, I'll do
better than that.
50/50?
How's that?
What do you say, partner?
No.
Long day.
Yeah, don't remind me.
Why, that's the craziest
bunch of stock
I ever worked in my life.
It was like rounding up
a bunch of bees.
It's all in a day's work.
We lost ground today.
Means everybody up
bright and early
first thing in the morning.
Ah, it just doesn't make sense.
Why'd the boss do it?
It just ain't like him
to let something
interfere with a drive.
Yeah, that Crowning sure turned
out to be a dead weight.
Why not, when he's got jackasses
like us to do all of his work?
Well, now that you
mention it, Joe,
there is sort of a resemblance.
(laughing)
Must be them ears, Joe.
They do kind of
stick out a little.
(laughing)
Oh, well, uh...
good evening, boys!
Good evening.
Mind if I join you?
Looks like you already have.
Foot any better?
You ask me that in the morning.
(laughing)
Uh, coffee, Mr. Crowning?
Well, if you've got
nothing stronger.
(laughs)
Crowning, maybe the boss
didn't tell you, but he don't...
Oh, now, now, now.
I was only joking.
Sure!
Don't worry.
I know the rules.
Oh, well, maybe I never actually
rode the trail myself,
but I have sent thousands
of cattle up north.
Oh, let me see.
I had more than 50 hands
working for me on my ranch
at the same time.
Hundred at roundup time.
What happened?
How about that coffee, Mopey?
His name's Mushy.
(laughs)
Don't mind me.
You know, I was always
terrible with names.
I am just terrible.
You know those 50 hands
I was telling you about?
I'd be lucky if I could remember
ten of their names.
(laughs)
I thank you.
You just ask Gil sometime;
he'll tell you.
Why, you know, it used to take
a man all day long just to ride
from one end of my ranch
to the other.
You still didn't tell us
what happened.
Well, now, that would, uh,
take more time to tell
than you got to listen.
Let's just say
that I mismanaged my affairs.
All right with me.
(cattle mooing)
Quiet down,
you slaps on a mule head!
Mr. Cramer!
We got trouble!
That new bunch of cattle's
spooking the whole herd!
Rowdy! Everybody out!
(men murmuring)
Everybody out to the herd.
Jenkins and I
will get the strays.
Rounding strays, huh?
They'll all be strays
if we don't get out there.
(men shouting, whistling)
(sighs)
Hey, Scarlet, turn 'em!
Keep 'em in tight
till they settle down!
(men shouting, whistling
in distance)
Hey, wake up.
I wasn't sleeping,
I was just resting my eyes.
That's what they call sleeping.
How you doing?
Well, I'm too numb to know.
You're gonna take
second guard tonight, Jim.
Oh? Who's got first?
Him.
Mm-hmm.
Well, I'll believe that
when I see it.
Keep your eyes open.
I'm gonna tell him right now.
I'll do that.
How they doing back here?
Ah, so far, so good.
They won't cause you
any more trouble.
Where were you last night?
Flat on my back,
slept through the whole thing.
(laughs)
I've been that way all my life.
Yes, sir.
Once I'm asleep, I'm long gone.
Well, I got a way
that might keep you awake;
that's night-helping.
You can have
the first shift tonight.
Hey, that suits me.
Told Gil when I started out I
didn't want any special favors.
Yeah.
(chuckles)
I don't think
your ramrod likes me.
Oh, I wouldn't say that.
Does he think I deliberately
slept in last night?
Never was much for mind-reading.
What do you think?
I think we got
some cows to punch.
Come on! Giddyup!
(chuckles)
They what I think they are?
Kiowas.
Seems the lieutenant was right.
One thing's for sure:
they're not just
sitting up there for the view.
Eh, looking's one thing,
taking's something else again.
Pass the word,
I want a rifle on every boot.
But no shooting,
'less they ask for it.
Right.
That's as fine a seed animal
as I've ever seen.
Well, just forget it, Crowning.
Boss said no mavericking.
I'll take care of Mr. Favor,
you just take care of the drive.
Crowning!
Well, looking at him
ain't gonna stop him!
(panting)
(groaning)
I thought I told you no strays.
I'm sorry, Gil.
You're
sorry?
Look, I-l won't do it again,
Gil, I promise.
(groans):
Ooh-ooh.
My knee--
I must have twisted it.
All right, you stay here,
I'll send Mushy back for you.
What are you waiting for?
You want to stay here
and hold his hand?
First Kiowas
and then Querencias...
and now a cripple.
Yeah.
Who'd you say was gonna
take that first guard?
(men shouting, whistling)
Rowdy!
- Yeah.
- Here's good enough.
We'll bed them down here.
- Oh, and Rowdy...
- Hmm?
I'll, uh, I'll stand
Lije's trick tonight.
You don't have to;
I've already assigned it.
(cattle mooing)
(mountain lion snarling)
Boss, that what I think it is?
Yeah, just who we needed
to make the day complete.
Oh, hi.
How's the patient?
Well, I'm fine, Doctor.
I'll be up and around
in the morning.
Mountain lion following us.
Be rough on stragglers.
Stragglers?
You mean my cattle, don't you?
You always was
a good shot, Lije.
Thought you might go after him,
soon as the sun's up.
Can't spare anybody else.
Eh, you just
leave that cat to me.
I'll take care of him.
And, uh, don't make
too wide a swing.
Saw some Kiowa this morning.
(mountain lion snarling)
(sighs)
You wanted to see me,
Mr. Crowning?
Oh, yeah, yeah.
I, uh... I'm feeling
a little better.
I think I'll be trying out
this leg of mine pretty soon.
Oh, glad to hear it, sir.
Oh, now, look,
you don't have to give me
any of that "sir" business.
I'm just one of the boys.
You know, you mustn't let
this fancy outfit fool you.
Matter of fact, it's the only
suit of clothes I had left.
And see these boots?
These last pair
of good boots I own.
They're mighty nice.
Mighty muddy, you mean.
Hey, I-I was just thinking,
if you got a minute,
maybe you wouldn't mind,
uh, cleaning them up for me.
I'd do it myself,
I wouldn't ask you,
except my head
is just giving me fits.
Well, I was supposed to help
Mr. Wishbone clean up.
I don't suppose
he'd mind though.
Oh, it'd only take a minute.
I won't forget you.
Thank you, Mopey.
My name ain't Mopey.
(laughs):
Oh, that's right.
Mushy-- I forgot.
(laughs)
No offense.
No.
Oh, I wonder if you'd, uh,
mind handing me
those saddlebags, please.
Thanks, Mopey.
(laughing)
Hey, Pancho!
Señor, not all Mexicans
are called Pancho.
We have many other names.
Oh, yeah, yeah, I know,
but I can never remember
what they are.
(chuckles)
No offense, of course,
but they all sound like
Pancho to me.
(chuckles)
Oh... nothing the matter
with Pancho, is there?
Now, you take my name: Lije.
You ever hear of a stupider name
in all your life?
(laughs)
(chuckles)
Sit down, sit down.
Maybe for a minute.
You, uh, you play cards?
Poker, blackjack.
Well, what do you say
we lay out a few hands, huh?
Just to pass the time.
Low stakes.
Well... all right, senor.
Uh, but only for a few hands.
Just to pass the time.
(chuckles)
You know, win a dollar,
lose a dollar.
Carta, señor. One more.
Bastante.
Oh. Pay 20.
(sighs)
Oh, blackjack again.
Ah, that's too bad.
I know how you feel.
I done plenty of losing myself.
Mala suerte!
Hey, hey, now, now, now.
Don't be a sore loser.
I am only angry
at myself for playing.
Oh. All right.
Here you are.
Take the money back;
I don't want any hard feelings.
(whistles)
Well, I hope this don't happen
every night.
Put more men on them
tomorrow night.
I can't do that.
I'm rotating the men every
four hours the way it is now.
I'm too tired to argue about it.
Just do it.
Boss?
Yeah?
(sighs)
The men need a rest.
I've been thinking.
Look, we've lost
enough time as it is.
We're moving out at daybreak.
Anything else?
Yeah. I just stopped thinking.
(harmonica playing)
Oh, to-to-to.
I've had enough, boys.
Well, nice night.
(harmonica stops)
I got kind of lonesome
over there by myself, you know.
You get to talking to yourself.
(chuckling)
Well, could've happened
to anybody.
You don't think I fell off
that horse on purpose, do you?
No, it's just the breaks
of the game.
That's the way things go;
there are 20 men on a drive,
and I had to be the one to fall
and twist my knee.
That's the way my luck's
been going lately.
Look, I know it's just as hard
for you fellas as it as for me,
but I tell you what,
I'll make it up to you.
I'll work twice as hard just as
soon as I'm able
to be up and around
on this knee.
Well, I-l know
I don't look it maybe,
but I can ride
with the best of them.
You ask Gil if I can't.
Gil will tell you.
Mr. Favor to you.
(sighs)
Well, how about a refill?
Might as well.
Got to keep drinking
to stay awake anyway.
Oh, why?
(mumbles) in a couple hours.
Well, this stuff
will keep you awake.
It won't do anything else.
Ooh, I tell you,
that is terrible.
(grunts)
It's just like pure alkali.
Well, it wets down the dust.
How'd you like something
to wash down the dust, huh?
Like what?
Watch and wait, my friend.
Watch and wait.
Quince, here you are.
Presto.
The magic elixir.
Guaranteed to cut
any dust anywhere,
any time.
I'll drink coffee.
Oh, come on, come on.
I'm just trying to be friendly.
That's the reason I brought this
along in the first place.
I was gonna pass it around
among all the boys.
All right, all right, if they're
too good to drink with me,
that just means there's more
for you and me.
Oh, come on, Quince.
(grunts) Nobody will know.
Come on, come on,
come on, drink it.
Just don't sit there
looking at it.
(chuckles)
Well, if you're not gonna
drink it, give it to me.
Well,
maybe one won't hurt, huh?
Nah, nah, of course not.
(drunken chuckling)
Just enough
-for one drink apiece.
-(glass clinks)
What do you say we kill
the soldier, huh?
You bet.
(mumbling)
Let's have a little toast.
Uh, why not?
To Colorado
and the founding
of a new Crowning ranch.
Col-Colorada.
No, no, no, no, Colorado.
Colorado.
Chuckles) Well, I got me
one friend anyway, huh?
Look here, Quince, if you
ever need a job or anything,
you just let me know.
Get in touch with me.
I'll take care of you
if everything goes
the way I expect it will
in Denver.
Why, you just...
Just let me know.
Remember, I was the first one
to give Gil a job bossing.
You betcha.
Uh-oh.
Got to get rid of this, huh?
How in the world would you...
(glass clinks)
Good night, amigo.
Ah, there we are.
There we are.
(laughing)
My loyal bootblack.
(grunts)
(chuckles)
My boy,
here is a tip for you.
Oh, oh, no, sir,
that's all right.
(cat growling)
Seems like that cat's
getting awful close.
(growling continues)
I got something
that'll stop him.
(groans)
This'll stop him.
That's a mighty
fine-looking rifle.
The best.
The very best.
It's a Henry repeater.
Accurate up to 100 yards.
(whistles)
Of course,
you have to be a real man
to know how to handle
this thing.
But I needn't
tell you anything about that.
A drover like you.
Why, you probably cut your teeth
on a shooting iron, huh?
Well, I do know
which end to hold.
(chuckles)
Modesty.
The mark of a true frontiersman.
(growling resumes)
(groans)
Ooh, that leg, that leg.
It's too bad about that cat.
I was gonna go
and get him come sunup.
But with this leg, I don't...
(groans) Oh, I sure hate
to let Mr. Favor down.
Well, mountain lions can be
mighty dangerous around a herd.
Yes indeed they...
Well, maybe I'll feel better
in the morning.
Oh, Mopey,
would you mind checking over
this rifle for me?
You know, I wouldn't want to
have a misfire
with only one leg under me.
Well, certainly, Mr. Crowning.
One leg?
That's all right.
I'll make it, Mopey.
I'm the only one they got.
(horse approaching)
(snoring)
Hey, Jim, come on,
it's your trick.
Jim? Come on, wake up.
It's your turn.
Where'd you get it, Jim?
Come on.
- Where'd you get it?
-(mumbles)
Mr. Favor,
what are you doing up?
Well, I couldn't sleep.
What are you about?
Oh, I was just gonna get, uh,
Scarlet to, uh,
replace me on guard.
- Scarlet?
- Yeah.
But Quince is relieving you.
Oh, no, well, see, Quince,
he don't feel too good.
And, uh, I don't mind,
and Scarlet won't mind.
There's no problem.
No, hey, uh, really,
there's no problem.
...its...
- Quince?
-(snoring)
Drunk, huh?
Pay him off in the morning.
Look, you're jumping
to conclusions.
- Bed down; I'll take his watch.
- You can't fire a man
without hearing his side of it,
especially Jim.
When I say no drinking on
the drive, that's what I mean.
Well, it might not have been
his fault. You don't know.
Oh, yeah, sure,
somebody held a gun on him
and forced the whiskey
down his throat.
Sure.
I didn't hear you knock.
I didn't see a door either.
You looking for something?
Whiskey.
Whiskey?
(chuckles)
Yeah, and judging
from smelling you,
it's pure sour mash.
Now, where is it?
(groans) You know, it's against
the rules to pack whiskey.
At least,
that's what Gil told me.
I asked you a question,
Crowning.
I don't want to ask you again.
(sighs) All right, all right.
It's gone.
It's all gone.
So is Quince. Gone.
Oh, come on, ramrod,
don't take everything
so serious.
All right, so maybe you did
catch Jim a little drunk.
What are you gonna do?
Turn him into Gil?
I don't have to;
he already knows.
Gil knows?
That's right, he just got
through firing Quince.
But he can't do that.
Not in the middle of a drive.
You don't know your old friend
Gil.
He just did it.
I, I don't know,
I don't know what to say.
Well, you can start out
by telling Gil where
the whisky came from.
No, I-l can't do that.
I can't do that.
Look, Yates, you gotta
understand.
Colorado, Colorado...
that's all I got left.
It's not right, Rowdy.
You got to talk to him again.
Can't do that.
You know how the boss feels
about drinking on the job.
Well, look alive. If it isn't
the bluebird of the morning.
All chirpy and chipper.
No sermons. Just coffee.
Like a little whisky, Jim?
No, I don't, Rowdy.
Thank you, Wish. Where's Mushy?
Beats me. I had to get up and
chop my own wood this morning.
Can't depend on anybody
anymore.
Morning.
Morning.
(cattle lowing)
Morning.
Uh, Jim...
Don't say it.
Just don't say nothing.
I have been up all night
trying to get up enough guts
to tell Gil. I just can't.
There's nothing to tell.
Look, when we get to Denver,
I'll make you partner.
50-50. How's that?
Why, in three or four years,
you could buy and sell these
cowpokes.
Why don't you quit dreaming,
Crowning?
Colorado's no different
than Texas and men don't change.
Only the scenery.
How about that cat?
Gil...
Yeah, I'll saddle up right away.
The herd will be ready to move
out in 15 minutes.
Thought I told you
to fire Quince.
I did.
Then what's he still
doing here?
He's riding with us
till we cross the river.
It's a free range, ain't it?
You got something to say,
spit it out.
You won't like it.
Well, I'm still listening.
It's about Quince
and your old friend Crowning.
(gunshot)
I didn't know you'd sent anybody
out for that cat.
I did, but he ain't gone yet.
Where's your rifle, Lije?
I, I gave it to Mushy.
Mushy?! You mean, that fool's up
there all by himself?!
Let's go!
I'm going with you!
Give me that.
I-I didn't tell him to go.
(roars)
(growling)
(gunshot)
(two gunshots)
WISHBONE:
Mushy!
We got to get him back
to camp, huh?
How's he doing?
Oh, fine. This head's too hard
to crack.
A few dents in it.
Well, it's about time
you came around.
All right, what happened?
I-I just don't know, Gil.
Mr. Favor, it wasn't his fault.
He didn't tell me.
Now Mushy didn't get the idea
to be a big game hunter
all by yourself.
Let's have it.
Yeah, maybe I didn't tell you,
Mushy,
but I gave you the rifle
and I gave you the idea.
Yeah, I may just as well have
sent him myself.
I-I admit it, Gil,
it was my fault.
The same thing goes for Quince
there, too.
That whisky, Gil,
that was my whisky,
but I just meant it to be
a friendly little nightcap.
Oh, and what was you planning
for Mushy,
a friendly little funeral?
Gil, I was wrong. I admit it.
But it won't happen again.
I mean it this time.
Well, so do I. You're through!
No, I promise, Gil.
You promise?!
How many times you got to use
a word before you wear it out?!
No, no more, Crowning.
No, this time you stand
or fall on your own.
No more having a fool like me
to lean on.
Gil, I didn't mean it that way.
It's always been that way
with you, ain't it?
People are just there for you
to take,
to use or to step on.
Well, no more, Crowning.
They're gonna step back.
Rowdy, cut out his beef.
Line him south.
Quince, you're back on point.
The rest of you get on the herd.
I figure it's just
as well, huh?
Gil always was a pretty good
judge of his own men.
Oh, and Rowdy, never mind
a bunch of my cows.
They'll go on home
all by themselves.
How you feeling now, Mushy?
Just fine, Mr. Crowning.
Sure am sorry.
Sorry... that's just a word.
You remember what Gil said.
Here, you keep this.
You earned it.
Good luck, Mushy.
Same to you, Mr. Crowning.
Morning, Hey Soos.
(chuckles)
Hey I got your name right that
time, didn't I?
You still mad at me
about what happened last night?
Senor, you can put
your cards away.
I have no more money.
I cheated you, Hey Soos.
I marked this deck
I guess that's the only way
I can win at cards.
When you lose as often
as I do,
you don't care how you win
just so long as you win.
Here.
Go, go on, it's yours.
Thank you, senor.
Now how about tightening up
the cinch on that horse, huh?
Si, senor.
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
Ambush, Gil.
Ambush, Gil. Ambush!
- It's Crowning.
- It's Kiowa!
Kiowa!
Ambush.
(gunshot)
(battle cry sounds)
(gunshots)
Wish, come hold down the herd.
The rest of you get your rifles.
(gunshots)
Hold your fire.
Shall I get Wishbone?
Too late.
You better get back to the herd.
You want me to help?
No, no, I'll take care of Lije.
For old times' sake.
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)
LIJE:
Come in, Mr. Wallace.
Lock's broken.
I'll be...
with you in a minute,
Mr. Wallace.
Now, you sure are
taking advantage of me.
Heh.
This pitcher alone is worth $50.
Lije.
Gil.
Gil Favor!
(laughing delightedly)
I'll be...
y-y'know, I-I was expecting
somebody else.
Gil, um... sit down.
Come on.
Oh, oh, just... just a minute.
Get that...
the whole for you.
Sit down! How are you?
Why-why don't we have a drink?
- Ah...
- Come on, come on, come-come on.
Well, well, Gil, it's...
my gosh, it's good to see you.
Tell me all about yourself.
Here you are.
Well... what brings you to
this part of the woods, huh?
Driving the herd to Denver.
Army's got us held up
a few miles west of here.
A little Kiowa trouble.
Had some time on my hands, so...
Well, it could-couldn't have
worked out any better.
Say, if-if you had a,
if you had waited another week,
we would've missed each other.
Um... what happened, Lije?
Oh, that's, uh...
bad cards and good whiskey.
(laughs)
Habit. You don't have to
worry about me.
I'm... I may be down,
but no, sir,
I've still got plenty
of bounce in me.
I got plenty of bounce.
It is run down a little,
but shouldn't take
too much work to fix it up.
Well, to tell you the truth,
it's, uh, it's not mine anymore.
The bank foreclosed
on me last week.
They give me
a month to clear out.
Say, uh... I've got some money
in the bank in San Anton.
Now, 'taint much, but...
Nah, thanks.
Thanks, Gil, but a handout
won't do me any good.
Uh, well, I need something...
more substantial.
What I gotta do,
I gotta start ranching again,
some other place.
Some place where
people don't know me.
Some place where I don't have
a reputation to live down.
Got a place in mind?
Colorado.
How come Colorado?
Because that's
where you're going.
Well, I don't see
what my going there
has anything to do with it.
You don't?
Come on, I'll show you what.
See those cattle?
30 of 'em.
That is all I own in the world.
But I did it before, Gil.
I can do it again.
I started this ranch 15 years
ago with 30 head of cattle.
And I built it up to 50,000.
- You remember?
- Oh, I remember.
Nell, I could do the same thing
with those 30,
if you'll let me drive 'em
to Colorado with you.
Those?
I don't know, Lije.
I thought you wanted
to help me, Gil.
Yeah.
I do, but...
But you're not going to.
Lije, you know how much I
appreciate what you done for me,
and I want to help you.
Forget it, Gil, forget it.
I... I didn't realize
I was asking so much.
After all, I'm not asking you
to drive 2,000 head
like I used to.
- Hmm?
- Now, you know how bad it is
to mix herds in
the middle of a drive.
I'm sorry I asked you.
Well, uh, if you will
excuse me, Gil, I...
I'm expecting somebody else.
Uh... real nice to see you.
Oh, come on, Lije!
All right, all right, you win.
Gil.
I knew you wouldn't
let me down, not you!
Looky, sure, not-not-not after
all I've done for you.
Or not after all we've
been through together, huh?
Gil, ... I'll never
forget this.
Now, look, Lije.
Ranching and droving
ain't the same.
- Can be rough.
- Oh, now, now.
Come on, come on.
Y-You don't scare me.
I'll hold up my
end of the stick.
You don't have to
worry about me.
And there's rules, Lije.
I expect 'em to be obeyed.
First off, uh...
I know, I know.
(chuckles)
Seems like old
Mr. John Barleycorn
is always at the head
of the list, huh?
(chuckling):
Always.
Plus no mavrickin',
and no strays.
More time and trouble
than they're worth.
One last thing.
I, uh...
I give the orders.
Understood?
Well, you're the boss, Gil.
Whatever you say goes.
Look here, I-l don't want
any special favors.
No, sir.
I'll eat what the men eat,
I'll sleep where the men sleep.
I'll stand guard at night,
I'll do whatever
you tell me to do.
Look, we're right
over that ridge.
Be ready to have your cattle
to move out at daybreak.
I'll send a couple men
over to help you.
Good luck, Lije.
I hope you find what you want.
Thank you, Gil.
What do you say we have
a drink on that, huh?
- No, no, no.
- Oh, come on. Come on, come on.
We're not on the drive yet, huh?
(laughs)
There you are.
For old times' sake, huh?
Old times' sake.
Mr. Favor! Mr. Favor!
Quince is back
with that new bunch.
'Bout time.
When you said Crowning's bunch
was a draggle-tail group,
you weren't just being polite.
Well, pasture cow's always
trouble, first day out.
Well, as long as it's
only their first day.
We have got enough trouble
without messing...
Yeah, and standing here
ain't going to solve
any of our problems.
Get out there and
get 'em tacked on.
Joe, you get up to point.
Get 'em strung out.
First the Army,
then horned elephants.
I sure don't like
the looks of those cattle.
Well, we ain't passing out
blue ribbons for their looks.
We're drivin' 'em
not judging 'em.
Well, I may be wrong,
but you know what kind
of cattle those are?
Look, Wish, you're paid to cook,
not judge cattle.
Now, when I want your advice,
on the merits or demerits
of the cattle,
well, I'll come and ask you.
Until then, get packed
and get rollin'.
Wishbone, I never seen
cattle like that before.
Just hope you never
see any more of them.
They are called guerencias.
What's that mean?
Pasture cattle.
Don't like to be moved.
Better word for 'em's "trouble.”
The thing about querencias,
the further away
from home they get,
the worse they get.
Yeah, you might say the same
thing about Mr. Favor.
We better get packed
before he gets any worse.
I sure hate to
let the boys down.
First day out and all.
But I sure couldn't
do much drivin'
with a foot like this,
now could I?
Never heard of anybody
kicking his herd to market.
Take dynamite to keep
these granite-heads moving.
Yeah.
Well, just don't go
puttin' ideas in my head.
All right, it's just
the first day.
They'll be all right as soon as
they're trail-broke.
Well, I'm a drover,
not a mule-skinner.
We're working like
a pack of donkeys.
There's His Royal Highness
ridin' up ahead with Wishbone
like he owned half
the state of Texas.
Yeah, his new boots
gave him a blister.
Yeah, well, this saddle's
giving me one.
Say, Wish, um...
how would you like to
go part interest
on my new ranch, huh?
I, uh...
I-I give you 25% for $100.
Well, I'll do
better than that.
50/50?
How's that?
What do you say, partner?
No.
Long day.
Yeah, don't remind me.
Why, that's the craziest
bunch of stock
I ever worked in my life.
It was like rounding up
a bunch of bees.
It's all in a day's work.
We lost ground today.
Means everybody up
bright and early
first thing in the morning.
Ah, it just doesn't make sense.
Why'd the boss do it?
It just ain't like him
to let something
interfere with a drive.
Yeah, that Crowning sure turned
out to be a dead weight.
Why not, when he's got jackasses
like us to do all of his work?
Well, now that you
mention it, Joe,
there is sort of a resemblance.
(laughing)
Must be them ears, Joe.
They do kind of
stick out a little.
(laughing)
Oh, well, uh...
good evening, boys!
Good evening.
Mind if I join you?
Looks like you already have.
Foot any better?
You ask me that in the morning.
(laughing)
Uh, coffee, Mr. Crowning?
Well, if you've got
nothing stronger.
(laughs)
Crowning, maybe the boss
didn't tell you, but he don't...
Oh, now, now, now.
I was only joking.
Sure!
Don't worry.
I know the rules.
Oh, well, maybe I never actually
rode the trail myself,
but I have sent thousands
of cattle up north.
Oh, let me see.
I had more than 50 hands
working for me on my ranch
at the same time.
Hundred at roundup time.
What happened?
How about that coffee, Mopey?
His name's Mushy.
(laughs)
Don't mind me.
You know, I was always
terrible with names.
I am just terrible.
You know those 50 hands
I was telling you about?
I'd be lucky if I could remember
ten of their names.
(laughs)
I thank you.
You just ask Gil sometime;
he'll tell you.
Why, you know, it used to take
a man all day long just to ride
from one end of my ranch
to the other.
You still didn't tell us
what happened.
Well, now, that would, uh,
take more time to tell
than you got to listen.
Let's just say
that I mismanaged my affairs.
All right with me.
(cattle mooing)
Quiet down,
you slaps on a mule head!
Mr. Cramer!
We got trouble!
That new bunch of cattle's
spooking the whole herd!
Rowdy! Everybody out!
(men murmuring)
Everybody out to the herd.
Jenkins and I
will get the strays.
Rounding strays, huh?
They'll all be strays
if we don't get out there.
(men shouting, whistling)
(sighs)
Hey, Scarlet, turn 'em!
Keep 'em in tight
till they settle down!
(men shouting, whistling
in distance)
Hey, wake up.
I wasn't sleeping,
I was just resting my eyes.
That's what they call sleeping.
How you doing?
Well, I'm too numb to know.
You're gonna take
second guard tonight, Jim.
Oh? Who's got first?
Him.
Mm-hmm.
Well, I'll believe that
when I see it.
Keep your eyes open.
I'm gonna tell him right now.
I'll do that.
How they doing back here?
Ah, so far, so good.
They won't cause you
any more trouble.
Where were you last night?
Flat on my back,
slept through the whole thing.
(laughs)
I've been that way all my life.
Yes, sir.
Once I'm asleep, I'm long gone.
Well, I got a way
that might keep you awake;
that's night-helping.
You can have
the first shift tonight.
Hey, that suits me.
Told Gil when I started out I
didn't want any special favors.
Yeah.
(chuckles)
I don't think
your ramrod likes me.
Oh, I wouldn't say that.
Does he think I deliberately
slept in last night?
Never was much for mind-reading.
What do you think?
I think we got
some cows to punch.
Come on! Giddyup!
(chuckles)
They what I think they are?
Kiowas.
Seems the lieutenant was right.
One thing's for sure:
they're not just
sitting up there for the view.
Eh, looking's one thing,
taking's something else again.
Pass the word,
I want a rifle on every boot.
But no shooting,
'less they ask for it.
Right.
That's as fine a seed animal
as I've ever seen.
Well, just forget it, Crowning.
Boss said no mavericking.
I'll take care of Mr. Favor,
you just take care of the drive.
Crowning!
Well, looking at him
ain't gonna stop him!
(panting)
(groaning)
I thought I told you no strays.
I'm sorry, Gil.
You're
sorry?
Look, I-l won't do it again,
Gil, I promise.
(groans):
Ooh-ooh.
My knee--
I must have twisted it.
All right, you stay here,
I'll send Mushy back for you.
What are you waiting for?
You want to stay here
and hold his hand?
First Kiowas
and then Querencias...
and now a cripple.
Yeah.
Who'd you say was gonna
take that first guard?
(men shouting, whistling)
Rowdy!
- Yeah.
- Here's good enough.
We'll bed them down here.
- Oh, and Rowdy...
- Hmm?
I'll, uh, I'll stand
Lije's trick tonight.
You don't have to;
I've already assigned it.
(cattle mooing)
(mountain lion snarling)
Boss, that what I think it is?
Yeah, just who we needed
to make the day complete.
Oh, hi.
How's the patient?
Well, I'm fine, Doctor.
I'll be up and around
in the morning.
Mountain lion following us.
Be rough on stragglers.
Stragglers?
You mean my cattle, don't you?
You always was
a good shot, Lije.
Thought you might go after him,
soon as the sun's up.
Can't spare anybody else.
Eh, you just
leave that cat to me.
I'll take care of him.
And, uh, don't make
too wide a swing.
Saw some Kiowa this morning.
(mountain lion snarling)
(sighs)
You wanted to see me,
Mr. Crowning?
Oh, yeah, yeah.
I, uh... I'm feeling
a little better.
I think I'll be trying out
this leg of mine pretty soon.
Oh, glad to hear it, sir.
Oh, now, look,
you don't have to give me
any of that "sir" business.
I'm just one of the boys.
You know, you mustn't let
this fancy outfit fool you.
Matter of fact, it's the only
suit of clothes I had left.
And see these boots?
These last pair
of good boots I own.
They're mighty nice.
Mighty muddy, you mean.
Hey, I-I was just thinking,
if you got a minute,
maybe you wouldn't mind,
uh, cleaning them up for me.
I'd do it myself,
I wouldn't ask you,
except my head
is just giving me fits.
Well, I was supposed to help
Mr. Wishbone clean up.
I don't suppose
he'd mind though.
Oh, it'd only take a minute.
I won't forget you.
Thank you, Mopey.
My name ain't Mopey.
(laughs):
Oh, that's right.
Mushy-- I forgot.
(laughs)
No offense.
No.
Oh, I wonder if you'd, uh,
mind handing me
those saddlebags, please.
Thanks, Mopey.
(laughing)
Hey, Pancho!
Señor, not all Mexicans
are called Pancho.
We have many other names.
Oh, yeah, yeah, I know,
but I can never remember
what they are.
(chuckles)
No offense, of course,
but they all sound like
Pancho to me.
(chuckles)
Oh... nothing the matter
with Pancho, is there?
Now, you take my name: Lije.
You ever hear of a stupider name
in all your life?
(laughs)
(chuckles)
Sit down, sit down.
Maybe for a minute.
You, uh, you play cards?
Poker, blackjack.
Well, what do you say
we lay out a few hands, huh?
Just to pass the time.
Low stakes.
Well... all right, senor.
Uh, but only for a few hands.
Just to pass the time.
(chuckles)
You know, win a dollar,
lose a dollar.
Carta, señor. One more.
Bastante.
Oh. Pay 20.
(sighs)
Oh, blackjack again.
Ah, that's too bad.
I know how you feel.
I done plenty of losing myself.
Mala suerte!
Hey, hey, now, now, now.
Don't be a sore loser.
I am only angry
at myself for playing.
Oh. All right.
Here you are.
Take the money back;
I don't want any hard feelings.
(whistles)
Well, I hope this don't happen
every night.
Put more men on them
tomorrow night.
I can't do that.
I'm rotating the men every
four hours the way it is now.
I'm too tired to argue about it.
Just do it.
Boss?
Yeah?
(sighs)
The men need a rest.
I've been thinking.
Look, we've lost
enough time as it is.
We're moving out at daybreak.
Anything else?
Yeah. I just stopped thinking.
(harmonica playing)
Oh, to-to-to.
I've had enough, boys.
Well, nice night.
(harmonica stops)
I got kind of lonesome
over there by myself, you know.
You get to talking to yourself.
(chuckling)
Well, could've happened
to anybody.
You don't think I fell off
that horse on purpose, do you?
No, it's just the breaks
of the game.
That's the way things go;
there are 20 men on a drive,
and I had to be the one to fall
and twist my knee.
That's the way my luck's
been going lately.
Look, I know it's just as hard
for you fellas as it as for me,
but I tell you what,
I'll make it up to you.
I'll work twice as hard just as
soon as I'm able
to be up and around
on this knee.
Well, I-l know
I don't look it maybe,
but I can ride
with the best of them.
You ask Gil if I can't.
Gil will tell you.
Mr. Favor to you.
(sighs)
Well, how about a refill?
Might as well.
Got to keep drinking
to stay awake anyway.
Oh, why?
(mumbles) in a couple hours.
Well, this stuff
will keep you awake.
It won't do anything else.
Ooh, I tell you,
that is terrible.
(grunts)
It's just like pure alkali.
Well, it wets down the dust.
How'd you like something
to wash down the dust, huh?
Like what?
Watch and wait, my friend.
Watch and wait.
Quince, here you are.
Presto.
The magic elixir.
Guaranteed to cut
any dust anywhere,
any time.
I'll drink coffee.
Oh, come on, come on.
I'm just trying to be friendly.
That's the reason I brought this
along in the first place.
I was gonna pass it around
among all the boys.
All right, all right, if they're
too good to drink with me,
that just means there's more
for you and me.
Oh, come on, Quince.
(grunts) Nobody will know.
Come on, come on,
come on, drink it.
Just don't sit there
looking at it.
(chuckles)
Well, if you're not gonna
drink it, give it to me.
Well,
maybe one won't hurt, huh?
Nah, nah, of course not.
(drunken chuckling)
Just enough
-for one drink apiece.
-(glass clinks)
What do you say we kill
the soldier, huh?
You bet.
(mumbling)
Let's have a little toast.
Uh, why not?
To Colorado
and the founding
of a new Crowning ranch.
Col-Colorada.
No, no, no, no, Colorado.
Colorado.
Chuckles) Well, I got me
one friend anyway, huh?
Look here, Quince, if you
ever need a job or anything,
you just let me know.
Get in touch with me.
I'll take care of you
if everything goes
the way I expect it will
in Denver.
Why, you just...
Just let me know.
Remember, I was the first one
to give Gil a job bossing.
You betcha.
Uh-oh.
Got to get rid of this, huh?
How in the world would you...
(glass clinks)
Good night, amigo.
Ah, there we are.
There we are.
(laughing)
My loyal bootblack.
(grunts)
(chuckles)
My boy,
here is a tip for you.
Oh, oh, no, sir,
that's all right.
(cat growling)
Seems like that cat's
getting awful close.
(growling continues)
I got something
that'll stop him.
(groans)
This'll stop him.
That's a mighty
fine-looking rifle.
The best.
The very best.
It's a Henry repeater.
Accurate up to 100 yards.
(whistles)
Of course,
you have to be a real man
to know how to handle
this thing.
But I needn't
tell you anything about that.
A drover like you.
Why, you probably cut your teeth
on a shooting iron, huh?
Well, I do know
which end to hold.
(chuckles)
Modesty.
The mark of a true frontiersman.
(growling resumes)
(groans)
Ooh, that leg, that leg.
It's too bad about that cat.
I was gonna go
and get him come sunup.
But with this leg, I don't...
(groans) Oh, I sure hate
to let Mr. Favor down.
Well, mountain lions can be
mighty dangerous around a herd.
Yes indeed they...
Well, maybe I'll feel better
in the morning.
Oh, Mopey,
would you mind checking over
this rifle for me?
You know, I wouldn't want to
have a misfire
with only one leg under me.
Well, certainly, Mr. Crowning.
One leg?
That's all right.
I'll make it, Mopey.
I'm the only one they got.
(horse approaching)
(snoring)
Hey, Jim, come on,
it's your trick.
Jim? Come on, wake up.
It's your turn.
Where'd you get it, Jim?
Come on.
- Where'd you get it?
-(mumbles)
Mr. Favor,
what are you doing up?
Well, I couldn't sleep.
What are you about?
Oh, I was just gonna get, uh,
Scarlet to, uh,
replace me on guard.
- Scarlet?
- Yeah.
But Quince is relieving you.
Oh, no, well, see, Quince,
he don't feel too good.
And, uh, I don't mind,
and Scarlet won't mind.
There's no problem.
No, hey, uh, really,
there's no problem.
...its...
- Quince?
-(snoring)
Drunk, huh?
Pay him off in the morning.
Look, you're jumping
to conclusions.
- Bed down; I'll take his watch.
- You can't fire a man
without hearing his side of it,
especially Jim.
When I say no drinking on
the drive, that's what I mean.
Well, it might not have been
his fault. You don't know.
Oh, yeah, sure,
somebody held a gun on him
and forced the whiskey
down his throat.
Sure.
I didn't hear you knock.
I didn't see a door either.
You looking for something?
Whiskey.
Whiskey?
(chuckles)
Yeah, and judging
from smelling you,
it's pure sour mash.
Now, where is it?
(groans) You know, it's against
the rules to pack whiskey.
At least,
that's what Gil told me.
I asked you a question,
Crowning.
I don't want to ask you again.
(sighs) All right, all right.
It's gone.
It's all gone.
So is Quince. Gone.
Oh, come on, ramrod,
don't take everything
so serious.
All right, so maybe you did
catch Jim a little drunk.
What are you gonna do?
Turn him into Gil?
I don't have to;
he already knows.
Gil knows?
That's right, he just got
through firing Quince.
But he can't do that.
Not in the middle of a drive.
You don't know your old friend
Gil.
He just did it.
I, I don't know,
I don't know what to say.
Well, you can start out
by telling Gil where
the whisky came from.
No, I-l can't do that.
I can't do that.
Look, Yates, you gotta
understand.
Colorado, Colorado...
that's all I got left.
It's not right, Rowdy.
You got to talk to him again.
Can't do that.
You know how the boss feels
about drinking on the job.
Well, look alive. If it isn't
the bluebird of the morning.
All chirpy and chipper.
No sermons. Just coffee.
Like a little whisky, Jim?
No, I don't, Rowdy.
Thank you, Wish. Where's Mushy?
Beats me. I had to get up and
chop my own wood this morning.
Can't depend on anybody
anymore.
Morning.
Morning.
(cattle lowing)
Morning.
Uh, Jim...
Don't say it.
Just don't say nothing.
I have been up all night
trying to get up enough guts
to tell Gil. I just can't.
There's nothing to tell.
Look, when we get to Denver,
I'll make you partner.
50-50. How's that?
Why, in three or four years,
you could buy and sell these
cowpokes.
Why don't you quit dreaming,
Crowning?
Colorado's no different
than Texas and men don't change.
Only the scenery.
How about that cat?
Gil...
Yeah, I'll saddle up right away.
The herd will be ready to move
out in 15 minutes.
Thought I told you
to fire Quince.
I did.
Then what's he still
doing here?
He's riding with us
till we cross the river.
It's a free range, ain't it?
You got something to say,
spit it out.
You won't like it.
Well, I'm still listening.
It's about Quince
and your old friend Crowning.
(gunshot)
I didn't know you'd sent anybody
out for that cat.
I did, but he ain't gone yet.
Where's your rifle, Lije?
I, I gave it to Mushy.
Mushy?! You mean, that fool's up
there all by himself?!
Let's go!
I'm going with you!
Give me that.
I-I didn't tell him to go.
(roars)
(growling)
(gunshot)
(two gunshots)
WISHBONE:
Mushy!
We got to get him back
to camp, huh?
How's he doing?
Oh, fine. This head's too hard
to crack.
A few dents in it.
Well, it's about time
you came around.
All right, what happened?
I-I just don't know, Gil.
Mr. Favor, it wasn't his fault.
He didn't tell me.
Now Mushy didn't get the idea
to be a big game hunter
all by yourself.
Let's have it.
Yeah, maybe I didn't tell you,
Mushy,
but I gave you the rifle
and I gave you the idea.
Yeah, I may just as well have
sent him myself.
I-I admit it, Gil,
it was my fault.
The same thing goes for Quince
there, too.
That whisky, Gil,
that was my whisky,
but I just meant it to be
a friendly little nightcap.
Oh, and what was you planning
for Mushy,
a friendly little funeral?
Gil, I was wrong. I admit it.
But it won't happen again.
I mean it this time.
Well, so do I. You're through!
No, I promise, Gil.
You promise?!
How many times you got to use
a word before you wear it out?!
No, no more, Crowning.
No, this time you stand
or fall on your own.
No more having a fool like me
to lean on.
Gil, I didn't mean it that way.
It's always been that way
with you, ain't it?
People are just there for you
to take,
to use or to step on.
Well, no more, Crowning.
They're gonna step back.
Rowdy, cut out his beef.
Line him south.
Quince, you're back on point.
The rest of you get on the herd.
I figure it's just
as well, huh?
Gil always was a pretty good
judge of his own men.
Oh, and Rowdy, never mind
a bunch of my cows.
They'll go on home
all by themselves.
How you feeling now, Mushy?
Just fine, Mr. Crowning.
Sure am sorry.
Sorry... that's just a word.
You remember what Gil said.
Here, you keep this.
You earned it.
Good luck, Mushy.
Same to you, Mr. Crowning.
Morning, Hey Soos.
(chuckles)
Hey I got your name right that
time, didn't I?
You still mad at me
about what happened last night?
Senor, you can put
your cards away.
I have no more money.
I cheated you, Hey Soos.
I marked this deck
I guess that's the only way
I can win at cards.
When you lose as often
as I do,
you don't care how you win
just so long as you win.
Here.
Go, go on, it's yours.
Thank you, senor.
Now how about tightening up
the cinch on that horse, huh?
Si, senor.
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
Ambush, Gil.
Ambush, Gil. Ambush!
- It's Crowning.
- It's Kiowa!
Kiowa!
Ambush.
(gunshot)
(battle cry sounds)
(gunshots)
Wish, come hold down the herd.
The rest of you get your rifles.
(gunshots)
Hold your fire.
Shall I get Wishbone?
Too late.
You better get back to the herd.
You want me to help?
No, no, I'll take care of Lije.
For old times' sake.
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)