Rawhide (1959–1965): Season 5, Episode 14 - Incident of the Buryin' Man - full transcript
The drive first encounters "The Buryin' Man" with his fancy wagon and then a banker and school teacher in Cheyenne territory. The number of Cheyenne keeps increasing while they learn the newcomers are not who they appear to be.
♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪
- Hyah!
-♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪
♪ Keep movin', movin', movin' ♪
♪ Though they're disapprovin' ♪
♪ Keep them doggies movin' ♪
♪ Rawhide ♪
♪ Don't try to understand them ♪
♪ Just rope and throw
and brand 'em ♪
♪ Soon we'll be 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)
♪♪
Move out, muchachos.
(birds chirping)
All right, come on.
Stir your stumps;
the day's half gone.
What do you mean, half over?
Well, it ain't even started yet.
Doggone it, Rowdy.
You're worse than a bunch
of mule-headed cows
in a cactus (mumbles).
Next time, Jesus,
remind me to choose
better company, will you?
Bueno.
Look, you can't dream your way
to Horsehead Crossing.
Well, way I feel,
sure wouldn't mind.
I bet you we've come 50,
60 miles yesterday
just poking along.
I swore up and down
I was never gonna make
another one of these
knuckleheaded drives, anyway.
That's right, you just didn't
have anything else to do,
that's all.
Come on, let's go.
Well, let me finish my coffee.
Sometimes you ain't got
no human consideration.
Must be the salida del sol.
Yeah, it sure is pretty.
Ain't nothing pretty
about this part of west Texas.
Oh, Jim, you just don't have
any soul.
See how beautiful
that sunrise is?
(speaking Spanish)
All that means
it's getting higher.
Just gonna be hot
and more miserable, that's all.
No, it's gonna be a lucky day.
Something real good's
gonna happen today.
Yeah, the only luck I'll have
is turn this horse around
and head for home,
give this dern drab the go-by.
Maybe this drive will be lucky,
and you'll make your fortune.
Fortune? $30 and grub,
big bust at the end,
and maybe enough boot leather
to get home on,
that's a fortune, all right.
Maybe this one
will be different.
We ain't gonna be on this one
if we don't get to Horsehead.
Let's get cracking.
Cattle drives.
ROWDY:
Look at them steers.
How'd they get so doggone fat
on this kind of feed, though?
Oh, it is surprising sometimes
what will fatten them.
This grass around here
looks like that
farther south, down in Mexico.
Very rich.
They're sure
good-looking cattle.
Hey, just think what
they'd bring up north, huh?
Yeah, probably 30, 35 a head.
Yeah, or more.
Hey.
This is gonna be our lucky day.
What do you mean?
Our fortune, there it is,
right out there.
Where?
The beef right there.
Senor, you don't mean...
Now, hold on, you don't think
we're gonna do anything like...
I'm not talking
about stealing them.
Well, what are you
talking about?
Buying them, maybe.
- Us?
- Yeah, why not?
What's to say we can't take
a few steers along with us?
Mr. Favor wouldn't mind.
Well, I don't know.
We could pick them up out here
for probably ten, $12 a head.
This ranch is gonna sell them
to some herd going by anyway.
Might as well be us.
Yeah, that, uh,
that'd be about, uh...
Maybe 20, maybe more a head.
How many do you think
we could buy?
Well, that depends
on how much money we have.
I've got around $78
I've been saving.
Hold on.
I ain't got more than about $48.
$65. I was saving to buy
a saddle at Pecos.
Well, say we could pick up
15 or so.
That could give us around $300
at the end of the drive.
How about it?
Be a mighty lean trip
till payday.
Well, what the heck, we probably
won't pass any towns anyway.
I guess I can ride
the old saddle.
Well, always did want
to be a cattle baron.
Might as well start now.
Partners.
I got a feeling
it ain't gonna work.
Whoa.
(cattle lowing)
Hey, there's some kid
putting out a salt lick.
Yeah, let's find out about him.
(horses approaching)
Hyah!
Hey.
Muchacho, wait!
Knew you wasn't too easy
on the eye, Quince,
but I didn't think
it was that bad.
Well, I admit, we might look
grubbier than I thought,
but, uh, we might look
like somebody
he don't want to see, too,
you know?
Yeah, well, it don't matter.
Ranch house is probably off
in that direction.
We'll find it.
Does that look like much to you?
(gunshot)
Hey, what's the matter with you?
What are you shooting at?
You just stay away from here,
that's all.
Just keep moving.
Look, we want to talk to you.
We got nothing here you want,
so just move on.
Yeah, you got some cattle;
we'd like to buy some.
Yeah, the way you've been buying
up and down the river,
I suppose.
Well, I'm warning you.
I'll put a bullet
through the first one
who shows me enough skin.
Look, mister, I don't know
who you think we are,
but you're wrong.
We ain't been doing anything
up and down the river.
We're headed west
to Horsehead Crossing
to meet our boss with a herd.
We saw some of your stock.
Thought we'd like
to buy some maybe.
You say you got
a herd boss at Horsehead?
What's his name?
Favor.
Favor?
That was Hank's herd boss.
You know a man named Calvin?
The only one I know
is a Hank Calvin.
Rode with us a few seasons back.
Keep the Carbine on him, Johnny.
You watch around back,
just in case.
All right, just one of you.
Come on in.
That's far enough.
Speak your piece.
You look a little bit like Hank.
I ought to;
I'm his brother.
You must have heard him
mention Rowdy Yates,
ramrod of the outfit,
didn't you?
Sure, Pa, that's Rowdy.
Now, you say you are.
How can I be sure?
Being awful wary,
ain't you, mister?
I realize this is a lonely place
out here, but, uh,
what are you scared of?
Bandits. They've been spooking
the whole Pecos valley.
They just spread up the line
only yesterday.
Oh, we ain't no bandits.
We're just here on business,
that's all.
You say you want to buy cattle?
How many?
Well, that sort
of depends on you.
I'm willing to pay
the going price in San Antonio.
That's ten dollars a head.
More like 11 or 12 last year.
Yeah, well,
this ain't last year.
There's more cattle
being offered.
Besides, they ought
to be cheaper out here.
There's less
of a market for them.
Well, that's prime beef.
Yeah, I know it.
That's why I'm offering
ten dollars,
same as San Antonio.
Yeah, I could sure use
some cash.
Al right.
Our pick of the herd.
All steers, no stock.
Great.
I can, uh, take 18 of them.
I got $180.
You can give me a bill of sale,
can't you?
Could you, kind of...
put that away?
Uh, you got the kid
in the window covering me
with a Carbine.
Come on in.
I'll get your bill of sale.
- Howdy.
- Howdy, ma'am.
Real nice place you have here.
Why, thank you.
You going
on another cattle drive?
All the way to Wyoming?
Yeah, maybe even further.
We're not quite sure yet.
I dreamed of doing
that all my life.
Well, maybe you will someday.
I was just about your age
when I went on my first one.
-(chuckles)
- Johnny,
you better go out
and take care of that team
instead of dreaming
about cattle drives.
All right, Pa.
(sighs) Ain't nothing
to be done about it.
Some kind of sickness he had
when he was little.
WOMAN:
It's, uh...
It's almost noontime,
and there's plenty for all.
Maybe you'd favor us
with staying?
Oh, I better not, ma'am.
We'd better be moving on.
Oh.
Well, you-you got to eat.
Then we can go count out
the cattle.
Al right.
Thank you very much.
(whinnying)
You know,
you could use some help.
I don't need no help.
I can handle them all right,
Mr. Yates.
You want to come along,
you're welcome.
(whispers to horses)
(horse neighing)
What's this?
Colt stepped in a hole,
and broke his leg.
- ROWDY: Oh, your pa fix this?
-(colt sputters)
JOHNNY:
I did.
I set the bone
and put on the splint
and rigged up this sling
to keep him off'n it.
He'll be all well
in a couple of weeks.
Anybody else would have
shot him.
No sense doing that.
He's a good colt.
Yeah, maybe so.
Wouldn't be able to work like
this out on the trail, though.
JOHNNY:
No, I suppose not.
Cat got a squirrel.
Tore him up pretty bad,
but I managed to save him.
Got a regular little hospital
here, haven't you?
Sometimes I got more than this.
Where'd you learn
to do all this anyway?
Out of books mostly.
See, I read a lot.
Pa gets me books sent out
from San Antone,
New Orleans,
sometimes even New York.
I like things
about doctoring, especially.
Yeah? Well, maybe you ought
to think about going to school,
become the doctor.
Not me. I'm gonna be exactly
like you, a drover.
And go on a cattle drive
the first chance I get.
Look, John, you don't even know
what a cattle drive's like.
Sometimes you go 60, 70 hours
without a hot meal.
You're always going
over mountains
or across deserts
or through flooded rivers.
Mud so deep you could lose
the whole state plains in 'em.
Now, most drovers are either
half-starved,
half-baked or half-drowned.
You take this place here.
Any one of 'em would walk
halfway across Texas barefoot
just to have what you've got.
Mr. Yates, when I got sick,
and I found out
I was like this,
at first I got plenty scared.
But then I found out that
there isn't anything I can't do
as long as I don't give up.
Well, Mr. Yates,
I haven't given up yet.
I'm still gonna be a drover.
(sighs)
Well, you make me believe you.
Good luck.
Have some more meat, Mr. Yates.
I always got room for more meat.
Thank you, ma'am.
(laughs) It's a pleasure
to see men eat your cooking.
Yeah.
Mr. Yates,
if you're gathering your herd
at Horse Head Crossing,
maybe you ain't got a full crew
hired yet?
No. I think Mr. Favor's probably
already taken care of that.
Yeah, but there'd be a chance
he might hire another man?
- Johnny.
- Son, listen.
We've talked this
all over before.
I know we have, Pa,
and I told you before,
I ain't giving up.
I'm gonna do just like
anybody else'd do.
But Johnny,
with you, it's different.
- JOHNNY: No, it ain't
no different. -(bangs on table)
I ain't different,
and I won't be different.
Now, I'll show you.
Mr. Yates, I'm asking you.
Will you take me along?
Oh, kid, I don't, uh...
I don't have any authority.
I don't do the hiring.
You don't think I can do it?
No. No, I don't.
See, to be a drover,
you got to be tough.
You got to be able
to take a lot.
It's not any job for a...
For a cripple?
Go ahead and say it.
I've heard of drovers with...
with one...
with one arm, or one leg, or...
ROWDY:
That's right.
But they were older men.
Men who'd been drovers
all their lives.
They didn't know anything else.
With you, it's different, kid.
You've got... you've got
your whole life ahead of you.
You got things to do,
much better things.
Much better things
than pushing around cattle.
Didn't make any sense.
This is what I've been trying
to tell him,
but he just won't listen.
Mr. Yates,
I'm asking you one more time.
Will you take me along or not?
No.
Leave him be, Ma.
I'm sorry, ma'am.
Oh.
-(door closes)
- No, Mr. Yates.
You were right.
You had to tell him.
It's... it's a hard thing
to accept...
something like that.
(Rowdy sighs)
Hyah! (whistles) Hyah!
(cattle lowing)
Hyah! Hyah!
-(cattle lowing)
-(whistling)
Well, I guess that does it,
Mr. Calvin.
It's been a real pleasure.
Rowdy. Give my best
to Mr. Favor.
All right.
Thanks very much.
(cattle lowing)
(cattle lowing)
(cattle lowing)
(cattle lowing)
(howling)
How much is six times seven?
Uh... 42?
What are you doing?
Never mind what I'm doing.
Counting your profits already?
Can't a man do
a little figuring?
Look, we got $35 a head for 'em.
We've got to get those steers
there first.
That's true.
I better take
a turn around, hey?
What's the matter?
Don't you think
they're all right?
I-I just wanted to be sure.
You know, maybe he's right.
They belong to us now.
Maybe we better put
a regular night guard on 'em.
They're all right.
Leave 'em alone.
They're all bedded down.
You can see 'em from here,
even count 'em.
-(howling)
- In fact, I just did.
Yeah? How many?
About 20.
Same as when we got here.
They're all right out there.
You know,
pretty nice of that old boy
to give us those two extra ones.
I brought it down
to nine dollars a head.
Must have been
what you told his boy.
Sort of helped the old man out
some, huh?
Sad thing.
Not to be able to do the thing
you want to do.
Yeah, well, maybe sad
for a while,
but that kid'll be all right.
He's got a lot more to offer
than batting around
a bunch of steers.
(cattle lowing)
What's that?
Something's with the cattle.
They're standing up.
-(hoof beats)
- Someone's coming in.
Can't be Comanches.
Too much noise.
Those banditos maybe.
Hey.
It's-it's Johnny.
(Johnny sighs)
What are you doing here?
Going to Horse Head Crossing
with you.
I told you-- I don't give up.
You can just turn around
and head right back home, kid.
Uh-uh.
Look, I ain't asking you.
I'm telling you.
I'm sending you back
out of here.
How you figuring on doing that?
You're gonna have to tie me up
and take me yourself.
But your mother--
she will be worried, no?
And your father.
No.
I didn't just run away
from home.
We had it all out
before I left.
Matter of fact,
Pa gave me this note for you.
"Mr. Yates, he's got to get this
out of his system
"sooner or later,
so I'd rather he go now with you
"than get mixed up maybe with
the wrong bunch another time.
" Know it's a big thing
to ask you to do,
"but look out for him and
"help him.
"We'll thank you for it.
Harvey Calvin."”
Look, I told him,
and I told you, and I meant it.
I ain't got time to play
nursemaid to no greenhorns.
I ain't no greenhorn.
I'll do my share.
(sighs)
Look, Kid, I mean, ...
I know how much
this means to you,
and I wish I could help you out,
but I can't.
Now, come morning,
I'm gonna take you back home.
Mr. Yates...
Sorry, Johnny.
Hey, where you go?
Leave him alone.
Rowdy, you were pretty rough
on him.
Jim, there's a time
in every man's life
when he's got to be left alone.
It's part of growing up.
He'll be back.
(horse sputters)
(laughter)
(speaking Spanish)
(loud neighing)
(speaking Spanish)
Buenas Noches.
Welcome to the camp
of Antonio Chavez.
Who are you?
Hmm?
My name is Johnny Calvin.
(speaking Spanish)
And you travel alone?
'Course not.
There's others back there,
a lot of them.
(laughs, speaks Spanish)
No, no niños. Drovers.
Good fighters, so...
you better mind your manners.
Si.
We will, uh,
mind our manners.
Mr. Chavez, I haven't got
anything for you to rob.
Rob? What is this?
I know who you are.
You're the bandits
that have been scaring people
up and down the valley.
Bandits?
Antonio Chavez
and his compadres?
We are peaceful travelers,
just like you.
Sit down, have some coffee.
What is one so young doing
alone on the trail?
I'm going
to Horse Head Crossing
to become a drover.
Ride with the herd.
You?
Un niño with a crooked leg?
I can make it all right,
no matter what anyone says.
So you quarreled
with your drovers
and ran away, or perhaps
they sent you away, huh?
They wouldn't even take me in.
You see, I followed them
after they stopped at our ranch
to buy their cattle.
Ah.
They bought all
your papa's cattle?
2,000 head?
Just 20 beeves.
That's all they could afford.
Just a few poor drovers.
Only three.
And you, uh, followed them far?
No, not far.
And this ranch of your papa's
is close by?
Why do you want to know?
No matter.
These drovers will know
where it is, huh?
Well, perhaps we'll pay them
a visit later tonight.
Why?
A little matter
of business, chico.
I
SCARLET:
Rowdy?
What are you doing?
Oh, nothing.
Uh... I thought I heard a sound.
I thought I'd ride out
and look around.
What do you mean, look around?
Cattle are all right;
they're real peaceful.
'Less maybe your conscience
is bothering you.
Where are you going?
Why, a little coffee, senor.
Sleep does not come easy
this night.
Well, that's because we
haven't heard your usual shoring
and thrashing around
like a jackass with a colic.
You mean something by that?
Well, I hadn't really
thought about it.
But there might be a little bit
of resemblance at that.
(Scarlet mumbles)
Well, I still think
the kid will come back.
SCARLET:
Yeah.
(horse neighs)
What's that?
It's a horse. Not ours.
(horse walking)
- Rowdy! Jim! Hey Soos!
- Johnny? Amigo?
Boy! You out there?
Come on in, kid!
Come here.
Stand where you are, hombres.
Pedro... (speaks Spanish)
I'd have sworn
that was Johnny's voice.
What about the kid out there?
All in good time, senor.
You, um, have money, no?
No, we... don't have more
than a few dollars between us.
- Nothing of value.
- Senor?
(speaking Spanish)
Y tu, compadre...
(speaking Spanish)
I'm not your compadre--
these are my friends.
This is all you have for me,
the cattle, huh?
Bueno.
Pedro! Manuel!
(speaks Spanish)
Wait a minute, you're just not
gonna leave us out here afoot
in the middle
of nowhere, are you?
It's too bad, senor,
but I need fresh horses,
and yours are too good
to pass by.
At least leave us our guns
so we can have
-some way to hunt up grub.
- The guns you may keep.
And to show you how just
a man is Antonio Chavez,
your dinero also.
What about the boy?
Ah, si.
The boy.
Carlos!
You see, señores,
el niño is my guest.
I'm sorry, Rowdy.
I didn't mean
to tell him about you.
Honest.
And I didn't want to call.
What are you gonna do
with them, Chavez?
I told you, he's my guest...
for the time.
How long?
For as long as it takes you
to reach his papa,
and raise money.
Money? How much?
Oh, let us say...
$2,000.
His pa don't have
that kind of money, Chavez.
But he has many cattle.
He can raise the money.
Yeah, and that
would take time, also.
But not too much, huh?
Antonio Chavez cannot wait
in any one place too long.
In two days, you...
one of you will bring
the money to Angels Peak,
a half a day's ride
to the south.
No tricks.
The boy might not return.
- Comprende?
- Chavez, you touch one hair
on that kid's head...
I told you...
he's my guest.
Adios, amigos!
They're gone, our cattle,
horses, everything.
Yeah, I knew it
wouldn't work out.
And Johnny!
What are we going to do?
How will we get to his father?
Well, we're not going to.
It'll take Calvin over a week
to raise that kind of money.
No, it's up to us
to get him back.
But how?
We have no horses.
Well, there's a ranch
about a mile or so back.
We can go back there
and maybe borrow some.
Look, this was my fault,
and I know it.
You don't have to hang around;
you don't have to help out.
Well, what are we waiting for?
Let's get going.
I
Antonio, how goes it?
Like any shoulder
with a bullet in it, estupido.
One shot in one hundred,
and that...
herder of cattle
had to make it good!
The one who wanted
to be a drover, huh?
I can make it.
The big, tough vaquero!
Well, show me!
Make me believe it!
There.
There is a stray.
Get it!
(men laughing)
(laughter continues)
(laughter quiets)
(rope whooshing)
(horse neighs)
ow!
(laughter)
Some vaquero!
Is that what you call
a real vaquero?
(chuckles)
I
How is it now?
Still the same;
I cannot move my arm.
That bullet must have broken
your shoulder bone.
There is a pueblo up the river.
- There might be a medico there.
- cannot ride.
I will go and bring back
whatever I can.
You will all go,
you and Carlos and Manuel.
And leave you here alone
with the boy?
The boy is no threat;
the pueblo might be
if they're watching for us.
Hide if you have to, but
bring back a medico, comprende?
Esta bien. Bueno.
(speaks Spanish)
I
SCARLET:
Well, there goes three of 'em.
HEY SOOS: Hey, I recognize
the one Chavez called Carlos.
Looks like maybe
they're headed towards that town
that that rancher talked about.
Yeah, but the cattle trail
goes on, they're riding away.
That means Chavez
must be alone in their camp.
- Should be not far ahead.
- And Johnny?
And Johnny.
Come on.
Chico, a little more wood
for the fire.
(cattle lowing in distance)
Don't worry,
your papa will pay for you.
It ain't that.
I ain't scared of no bandidos,
nor nothing you can do to me.
Pues, what is it?
I know now, Rowdy was right.
I can't do it.
I can't ever be a drover.
'Cause someone laughed at you
because of what happened today?
Have you no more coraje
than that?
I couldn't do any of it.
Nobody can
their first time, chico.
You... you think
maybe I could learn?
Learn? Why not?
You watch, you listen,
and, presto, you learn.
I will not lie to you, chico.
A crippled leg is bad.
For you, everything
will be much harder,
and you will probably never be
very good, never the best.
Just one to get by.
One to hire when maybe
there was no one else better.
You want that kind of life?
W-Well, maybe it
wouldn't have to be like that.
It would have to be.
I tell you that.
I know.
How could you know?
You don't have a twisted leg.
You don't have to go
through life with a...
a deadness where
there should be a bone.
Chico, a man can be
a cojo, a cripple,
with bones of iron
and a heart of granite.
(crow cawing in distance)
(groans, mumbles)
(sighs)
A long time ago,
the name of Chavez was
a proud name in this land,
a name known and respected
among the greatest hidalgos
of Mexico.
There was a farm
and land as far
as the eye could see
and much felizidad,
much happiness.
Then, the trouble came.
First with the Tejanos,
then with their brothers
in the north.
When the war started,
the Chavez banner rode
in the front rank
where in belonged.
When the war ended,
there was only one Chavez left.
Then only a niño,
like yourself.
I went home and found
only ashes
and dead memories
and land that now
had gringo patrones.
I had two straight legs,
and my arms were strong, chico,
but I became a cripple...
in here,
where no eyes can see,
where no sunlight can reach.
Where there is no hope.
I..
Mr. Chavez?
That is why I know.
Every man is a cripple
in some way,
but not all men let this
rule their lives.
Let your twisted leg
be your servant,
not your master.
(exhales)
Mr. Chavez,
do you still hate the people
that took your home?
What difference
does that make now?
I don't know.
But I can't hate the thing
that did this to my leg,
the sickness that did this.
I guess hate would only
make things worse.
There they are;
that's our cattle.
Yeah, their camp must be
down among them rocks.
- Si.
- Let's take them.
Now, wait a minute.
The kid's down there;
he's liable to get hit.
Now, if we get down there
nice and close
and cut Johnny out,
then we can settle with Chavez.
(whinnying)
(gunshot)
Yeah, he spotted us too soon.
Now he's really got us
stranded out here.
Yeah, there's too much
open ground to rush him.
He'd nail us for sure.
There is no way to go around?
Not unless one of us
can make it back up the hill.
I'll give it a try.
Al right.
(gunshots)
You all right?
Yeah, just rock chips,
but it's close enough.
(exhales)
Nothing we can do now except
wait for the sun to go down.
- No, we can't be waiting...
- Look, we open fire now,
we'll probably
hit the kid for sure.
Well, maybe you're right.
(sighs)
Question is will it go down
before his friends get back?
Maybe we ought to chance it.
No, not with the kid in there.
We better wait a while.
I
Rowdy, Jim, Jesus,
come on!
What do you think?
Maybe a trick; they forced him
to call once before.
Yeah.
Come on, it's all right.
Rowdy, hurry.
Amigo, are you all right?
Like a brand-new nickel.
(grunts)
I wouldn't give a plug nickel
for him, though.
(groans)
Bullet's still in there.
Looks like the bone's broke.
(sighs) Well, we'll have to take
the bullet out
and cauterize that wound.
What about his three playmates?
Keep an eye out for them.
Jesus, give me your knife.
John, go get some water for me,
will you?
I
Hang on to the powder, will you?
Sorry I don't have any whiskey,
but you can...
chew on this.
(gasping quietly)
Well... now all we got to do
is set the bone.
You can do that, Johnny.
Me?
That's right,
you did it for the colt--
-it's the same thing.
- Yeah, but...
Listen, you said you wouldn't
give up on anything.
Go ahead.
(panting)
I
(Antonio grunting quietly)
Now bind him up tight
so it'll last a week or so.
He looks better, no?
Well, at least he'll be
all right till his men get back.
Rowdy, maybe somebody
ought to stay with him.
I-I mean, suppose
they don't get back.
$-Suppose something happened.
Well, that ain't likely, Johnny.
Just the same,
it might be, and...
and he's helpless.
What about the herd
and Horse Head Crossing?
You know, the first thing
a drover's got to learn
is that beef on the hoof
don't wait for no man.
Maybe I learned
something else today...
about myself.
Like what?
Like what I can do...
and what I can't do.
Like maybe having a bum leg,
uh, don't bother a man
who works with his head
in his hands, huh?
ANTONIO:
That's right, amigo.
Each man finds the thing
he can do best...
-(horses approaching)
-if he looks hard enough.
Senor Rowdy, look!
Hey Soos, Quince.
Johnny, you sit down next to him
and make it look real natural.
Antonio, we come empty-handed;
there's no medico in the pueblo.
- Hold it right there.
- Don't do it.
Hey Soos, take their guns.
Antonio, you let them do this?!
Better to say I
underestimated chico here.
Jim, why don't you
tie 'em up, hm?
All right, let's go.
Come on.
Come on!
It would seem the pages
have been turned back, senor,
only this time I don't know
how the story will end.
Well, I guess that depends
on Johnny here.
- On me?
- I can't leave you here.
Nor should you.
Chico, your place is
where there is a future,
-not a past.
- Yeah, but your shoulder.
Oh, my shoulder is fine.
How could it be otherwise
with such good medicos?
Well, it shouldn't take your men
more than a few hours to work
their way loose.
Then they can pick up
where we left off.
Buena suerte, chico.
I think you'll find
the thing you can do.
I think so, too, Mr. Chavez.
- Thanks to you.
- Por nada.
Perhaps I, too,
have learned something, huh?
Adios, compadre.
Rowdy, you're not taking
their horses, are you?
Yeah, I'm afraid so, Johnny.
We're just gonna take 'em
down around the ridge a way.
A little walking,
and you'll have "em back.
And our guns?
I'm afraid I'm gonna have
to hang on to those, Chavez.
As sort of a little protection.
(chuckles)
An excellent policy.
For a herder of cattle,
you learn quickly.
So long, Mr. Chavez.
Adios, chico.
I
(clicking tongue)
So long, Rowdy, Jim, Hey Soos!
I think maybe Senor Favor
has lost a good hand.
Maybe so. Bum leg and all,
he's a pretty good kid.
Senor Rowdy,
you remember what you said
about the sunrise
the day before we met him?
You said it was going to be
a lucky day.
Well... I think it was.
Yeah, I think we
all learned something.
Look, we better start
for Horse Head Crossing.
You figure Mr. Favor'll
wait for us?
Well, if he doesn't,
we'll catch up to him.
Somehow it doesn't seem
quite as important as it did.
Yeah, but don't forget,
we own us a herd now.
Yeah, that's true.
Very true.
What are you two doing
sitting there, just taking root?
Come on, head 'em up
and move 'em out!
♪♪
Hyah! Hyah!
- Hyah!
-♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪
-(whip cracks)
-♪ Keep movin', movin', movin' ♪
♪ Though they're disapprovin' ♪
♪ Keep them doggies movin' ♪
♪ Rawhide! ♪
(whip cracks)
♪ Rawhide...! ♪
Hyah!
(whip cracks twice)
- Hyah!
-♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪
♪ Keep movin', movin', movin' ♪
♪ Though they're disapprovin' ♪
♪ Keep them doggies movin' ♪
♪ Rawhide ♪
♪ Don't try to understand them ♪
♪ Just rope and throw
and brand 'em ♪
♪ Soon we'll be 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)
♪♪
Move out, muchachos.
(birds chirping)
All right, come on.
Stir your stumps;
the day's half gone.
What do you mean, half over?
Well, it ain't even started yet.
Doggone it, Rowdy.
You're worse than a bunch
of mule-headed cows
in a cactus (mumbles).
Next time, Jesus,
remind me to choose
better company, will you?
Bueno.
Look, you can't dream your way
to Horsehead Crossing.
Well, way I feel,
sure wouldn't mind.
I bet you we've come 50,
60 miles yesterday
just poking along.
I swore up and down
I was never gonna make
another one of these
knuckleheaded drives, anyway.
That's right, you just didn't
have anything else to do,
that's all.
Come on, let's go.
Well, let me finish my coffee.
Sometimes you ain't got
no human consideration.
Must be the salida del sol.
Yeah, it sure is pretty.
Ain't nothing pretty
about this part of west Texas.
Oh, Jim, you just don't have
any soul.
See how beautiful
that sunrise is?
(speaking Spanish)
All that means
it's getting higher.
Just gonna be hot
and more miserable, that's all.
No, it's gonna be a lucky day.
Something real good's
gonna happen today.
Yeah, the only luck I'll have
is turn this horse around
and head for home,
give this dern drab the go-by.
Maybe this drive will be lucky,
and you'll make your fortune.
Fortune? $30 and grub,
big bust at the end,
and maybe enough boot leather
to get home on,
that's a fortune, all right.
Maybe this one
will be different.
We ain't gonna be on this one
if we don't get to Horsehead.
Let's get cracking.
Cattle drives.
ROWDY:
Look at them steers.
How'd they get so doggone fat
on this kind of feed, though?
Oh, it is surprising sometimes
what will fatten them.
This grass around here
looks like that
farther south, down in Mexico.
Very rich.
They're sure
good-looking cattle.
Hey, just think what
they'd bring up north, huh?
Yeah, probably 30, 35 a head.
Yeah, or more.
Hey.
This is gonna be our lucky day.
What do you mean?
Our fortune, there it is,
right out there.
Where?
The beef right there.
Senor, you don't mean...
Now, hold on, you don't think
we're gonna do anything like...
I'm not talking
about stealing them.
Well, what are you
talking about?
Buying them, maybe.
- Us?
- Yeah, why not?
What's to say we can't take
a few steers along with us?
Mr. Favor wouldn't mind.
Well, I don't know.
We could pick them up out here
for probably ten, $12 a head.
This ranch is gonna sell them
to some herd going by anyway.
Might as well be us.
Yeah, that, uh,
that'd be about, uh...
Maybe 20, maybe more a head.
How many do you think
we could buy?
Well, that depends
on how much money we have.
I've got around $78
I've been saving.
Hold on.
I ain't got more than about $48.
$65. I was saving to buy
a saddle at Pecos.
Well, say we could pick up
15 or so.
That could give us around $300
at the end of the drive.
How about it?
Be a mighty lean trip
till payday.
Well, what the heck, we probably
won't pass any towns anyway.
I guess I can ride
the old saddle.
Well, always did want
to be a cattle baron.
Might as well start now.
Partners.
I got a feeling
it ain't gonna work.
Whoa.
(cattle lowing)
Hey, there's some kid
putting out a salt lick.
Yeah, let's find out about him.
(horses approaching)
Hyah!
Hey.
Muchacho, wait!
Knew you wasn't too easy
on the eye, Quince,
but I didn't think
it was that bad.
Well, I admit, we might look
grubbier than I thought,
but, uh, we might look
like somebody
he don't want to see, too,
you know?
Yeah, well, it don't matter.
Ranch house is probably off
in that direction.
We'll find it.
Does that look like much to you?
(gunshot)
Hey, what's the matter with you?
What are you shooting at?
You just stay away from here,
that's all.
Just keep moving.
Look, we want to talk to you.
We got nothing here you want,
so just move on.
Yeah, you got some cattle;
we'd like to buy some.
Yeah, the way you've been buying
up and down the river,
I suppose.
Well, I'm warning you.
I'll put a bullet
through the first one
who shows me enough skin.
Look, mister, I don't know
who you think we are,
but you're wrong.
We ain't been doing anything
up and down the river.
We're headed west
to Horsehead Crossing
to meet our boss with a herd.
We saw some of your stock.
Thought we'd like
to buy some maybe.
You say you got
a herd boss at Horsehead?
What's his name?
Favor.
Favor?
That was Hank's herd boss.
You know a man named Calvin?
The only one I know
is a Hank Calvin.
Rode with us a few seasons back.
Keep the Carbine on him, Johnny.
You watch around back,
just in case.
All right, just one of you.
Come on in.
That's far enough.
Speak your piece.
You look a little bit like Hank.
I ought to;
I'm his brother.
You must have heard him
mention Rowdy Yates,
ramrod of the outfit,
didn't you?
Sure, Pa, that's Rowdy.
Now, you say you are.
How can I be sure?
Being awful wary,
ain't you, mister?
I realize this is a lonely place
out here, but, uh,
what are you scared of?
Bandits. They've been spooking
the whole Pecos valley.
They just spread up the line
only yesterday.
Oh, we ain't no bandits.
We're just here on business,
that's all.
You say you want to buy cattle?
How many?
Well, that sort
of depends on you.
I'm willing to pay
the going price in San Antonio.
That's ten dollars a head.
More like 11 or 12 last year.
Yeah, well,
this ain't last year.
There's more cattle
being offered.
Besides, they ought
to be cheaper out here.
There's less
of a market for them.
Well, that's prime beef.
Yeah, I know it.
That's why I'm offering
ten dollars,
same as San Antonio.
Yeah, I could sure use
some cash.
Al right.
Our pick of the herd.
All steers, no stock.
Great.
I can, uh, take 18 of them.
I got $180.
You can give me a bill of sale,
can't you?
Could you, kind of...
put that away?
Uh, you got the kid
in the window covering me
with a Carbine.
Come on in.
I'll get your bill of sale.
- Howdy.
- Howdy, ma'am.
Real nice place you have here.
Why, thank you.
You going
on another cattle drive?
All the way to Wyoming?
Yeah, maybe even further.
We're not quite sure yet.
I dreamed of doing
that all my life.
Well, maybe you will someday.
I was just about your age
when I went on my first one.
-(chuckles)
- Johnny,
you better go out
and take care of that team
instead of dreaming
about cattle drives.
All right, Pa.
(sighs) Ain't nothing
to be done about it.
Some kind of sickness he had
when he was little.
WOMAN:
It's, uh...
It's almost noontime,
and there's plenty for all.
Maybe you'd favor us
with staying?
Oh, I better not, ma'am.
We'd better be moving on.
Oh.
Well, you-you got to eat.
Then we can go count out
the cattle.
Al right.
Thank you very much.
(whinnying)
You know,
you could use some help.
I don't need no help.
I can handle them all right,
Mr. Yates.
You want to come along,
you're welcome.
(whispers to horses)
(horse neighing)
What's this?
Colt stepped in a hole,
and broke his leg.
- ROWDY: Oh, your pa fix this?
-(colt sputters)
JOHNNY:
I did.
I set the bone
and put on the splint
and rigged up this sling
to keep him off'n it.
He'll be all well
in a couple of weeks.
Anybody else would have
shot him.
No sense doing that.
He's a good colt.
Yeah, maybe so.
Wouldn't be able to work like
this out on the trail, though.
JOHNNY:
No, I suppose not.
Cat got a squirrel.
Tore him up pretty bad,
but I managed to save him.
Got a regular little hospital
here, haven't you?
Sometimes I got more than this.
Where'd you learn
to do all this anyway?
Out of books mostly.
See, I read a lot.
Pa gets me books sent out
from San Antone,
New Orleans,
sometimes even New York.
I like things
about doctoring, especially.
Yeah? Well, maybe you ought
to think about going to school,
become the doctor.
Not me. I'm gonna be exactly
like you, a drover.
And go on a cattle drive
the first chance I get.
Look, John, you don't even know
what a cattle drive's like.
Sometimes you go 60, 70 hours
without a hot meal.
You're always going
over mountains
or across deserts
or through flooded rivers.
Mud so deep you could lose
the whole state plains in 'em.
Now, most drovers are either
half-starved,
half-baked or half-drowned.
You take this place here.
Any one of 'em would walk
halfway across Texas barefoot
just to have what you've got.
Mr. Yates, when I got sick,
and I found out
I was like this,
at first I got plenty scared.
But then I found out that
there isn't anything I can't do
as long as I don't give up.
Well, Mr. Yates,
I haven't given up yet.
I'm still gonna be a drover.
(sighs)
Well, you make me believe you.
Good luck.
Have some more meat, Mr. Yates.
I always got room for more meat.
Thank you, ma'am.
(laughs) It's a pleasure
to see men eat your cooking.
Yeah.
Mr. Yates,
if you're gathering your herd
at Horse Head Crossing,
maybe you ain't got a full crew
hired yet?
No. I think Mr. Favor's probably
already taken care of that.
Yeah, but there'd be a chance
he might hire another man?
- Johnny.
- Son, listen.
We've talked this
all over before.
I know we have, Pa,
and I told you before,
I ain't giving up.
I'm gonna do just like
anybody else'd do.
But Johnny,
with you, it's different.
- JOHNNY: No, it ain't
no different. -(bangs on table)
I ain't different,
and I won't be different.
Now, I'll show you.
Mr. Yates, I'm asking you.
Will you take me along?
Oh, kid, I don't, uh...
I don't have any authority.
I don't do the hiring.
You don't think I can do it?
No. No, I don't.
See, to be a drover,
you got to be tough.
You got to be able
to take a lot.
It's not any job for a...
For a cripple?
Go ahead and say it.
I've heard of drovers with...
with one...
with one arm, or one leg, or...
ROWDY:
That's right.
But they were older men.
Men who'd been drovers
all their lives.
They didn't know anything else.
With you, it's different, kid.
You've got... you've got
your whole life ahead of you.
You got things to do,
much better things.
Much better things
than pushing around cattle.
Didn't make any sense.
This is what I've been trying
to tell him,
but he just won't listen.
Mr. Yates,
I'm asking you one more time.
Will you take me along or not?
No.
Leave him be, Ma.
I'm sorry, ma'am.
Oh.
-(door closes)
- No, Mr. Yates.
You were right.
You had to tell him.
It's... it's a hard thing
to accept...
something like that.
(Rowdy sighs)
Hyah! (whistles) Hyah!
(cattle lowing)
Hyah! Hyah!
-(cattle lowing)
-(whistling)
Well, I guess that does it,
Mr. Calvin.
It's been a real pleasure.
Rowdy. Give my best
to Mr. Favor.
All right.
Thanks very much.
(cattle lowing)
(cattle lowing)
(cattle lowing)
(cattle lowing)
(howling)
How much is six times seven?
Uh... 42?
What are you doing?
Never mind what I'm doing.
Counting your profits already?
Can't a man do
a little figuring?
Look, we got $35 a head for 'em.
We've got to get those steers
there first.
That's true.
I better take
a turn around, hey?
What's the matter?
Don't you think
they're all right?
I-I just wanted to be sure.
You know, maybe he's right.
They belong to us now.
Maybe we better put
a regular night guard on 'em.
They're all right.
Leave 'em alone.
They're all bedded down.
You can see 'em from here,
even count 'em.
-(howling)
- In fact, I just did.
Yeah? How many?
About 20.
Same as when we got here.
They're all right out there.
You know,
pretty nice of that old boy
to give us those two extra ones.
I brought it down
to nine dollars a head.
Must have been
what you told his boy.
Sort of helped the old man out
some, huh?
Sad thing.
Not to be able to do the thing
you want to do.
Yeah, well, maybe sad
for a while,
but that kid'll be all right.
He's got a lot more to offer
than batting around
a bunch of steers.
(cattle lowing)
What's that?
Something's with the cattle.
They're standing up.
-(hoof beats)
- Someone's coming in.
Can't be Comanches.
Too much noise.
Those banditos maybe.
Hey.
It's-it's Johnny.
(Johnny sighs)
What are you doing here?
Going to Horse Head Crossing
with you.
I told you-- I don't give up.
You can just turn around
and head right back home, kid.
Uh-uh.
Look, I ain't asking you.
I'm telling you.
I'm sending you back
out of here.
How you figuring on doing that?
You're gonna have to tie me up
and take me yourself.
But your mother--
she will be worried, no?
And your father.
No.
I didn't just run away
from home.
We had it all out
before I left.
Matter of fact,
Pa gave me this note for you.
"Mr. Yates, he's got to get this
out of his system
"sooner or later,
so I'd rather he go now with you
"than get mixed up maybe with
the wrong bunch another time.
" Know it's a big thing
to ask you to do,
"but look out for him and
"help him.
"We'll thank you for it.
Harvey Calvin."”
Look, I told him,
and I told you, and I meant it.
I ain't got time to play
nursemaid to no greenhorns.
I ain't no greenhorn.
I'll do my share.
(sighs)
Look, Kid, I mean, ...
I know how much
this means to you,
and I wish I could help you out,
but I can't.
Now, come morning,
I'm gonna take you back home.
Mr. Yates...
Sorry, Johnny.
Hey, where you go?
Leave him alone.
Rowdy, you were pretty rough
on him.
Jim, there's a time
in every man's life
when he's got to be left alone.
It's part of growing up.
He'll be back.
(horse sputters)
(laughter)
(speaking Spanish)
(loud neighing)
(speaking Spanish)
Buenas Noches.
Welcome to the camp
of Antonio Chavez.
Who are you?
Hmm?
My name is Johnny Calvin.
(speaking Spanish)
And you travel alone?
'Course not.
There's others back there,
a lot of them.
(laughs, speaks Spanish)
No, no niños. Drovers.
Good fighters, so...
you better mind your manners.
Si.
We will, uh,
mind our manners.
Mr. Chavez, I haven't got
anything for you to rob.
Rob? What is this?
I know who you are.
You're the bandits
that have been scaring people
up and down the valley.
Bandits?
Antonio Chavez
and his compadres?
We are peaceful travelers,
just like you.
Sit down, have some coffee.
What is one so young doing
alone on the trail?
I'm going
to Horse Head Crossing
to become a drover.
Ride with the herd.
You?
Un niño with a crooked leg?
I can make it all right,
no matter what anyone says.
So you quarreled
with your drovers
and ran away, or perhaps
they sent you away, huh?
They wouldn't even take me in.
You see, I followed them
after they stopped at our ranch
to buy their cattle.
Ah.
They bought all
your papa's cattle?
2,000 head?
Just 20 beeves.
That's all they could afford.
Just a few poor drovers.
Only three.
And you, uh, followed them far?
No, not far.
And this ranch of your papa's
is close by?
Why do you want to know?
No matter.
These drovers will know
where it is, huh?
Well, perhaps we'll pay them
a visit later tonight.
Why?
A little matter
of business, chico.
I
SCARLET:
Rowdy?
What are you doing?
Oh, nothing.
Uh... I thought I heard a sound.
I thought I'd ride out
and look around.
What do you mean, look around?
Cattle are all right;
they're real peaceful.
'Less maybe your conscience
is bothering you.
Where are you going?
Why, a little coffee, senor.
Sleep does not come easy
this night.
Well, that's because we
haven't heard your usual shoring
and thrashing around
like a jackass with a colic.
You mean something by that?
Well, I hadn't really
thought about it.
But there might be a little bit
of resemblance at that.
(Scarlet mumbles)
Well, I still think
the kid will come back.
SCARLET:
Yeah.
(horse neighs)
What's that?
It's a horse. Not ours.
(horse walking)
- Rowdy! Jim! Hey Soos!
- Johnny? Amigo?
Boy! You out there?
Come on in, kid!
Come here.
Stand where you are, hombres.
Pedro... (speaks Spanish)
I'd have sworn
that was Johnny's voice.
What about the kid out there?
All in good time, senor.
You, um, have money, no?
No, we... don't have more
than a few dollars between us.
- Nothing of value.
- Senor?
(speaking Spanish)
Y tu, compadre...
(speaking Spanish)
I'm not your compadre--
these are my friends.
This is all you have for me,
the cattle, huh?
Bueno.
Pedro! Manuel!
(speaks Spanish)
Wait a minute, you're just not
gonna leave us out here afoot
in the middle
of nowhere, are you?
It's too bad, senor,
but I need fresh horses,
and yours are too good
to pass by.
At least leave us our guns
so we can have
-some way to hunt up grub.
- The guns you may keep.
And to show you how just
a man is Antonio Chavez,
your dinero also.
What about the boy?
Ah, si.
The boy.
Carlos!
You see, señores,
el niño is my guest.
I'm sorry, Rowdy.
I didn't mean
to tell him about you.
Honest.
And I didn't want to call.
What are you gonna do
with them, Chavez?
I told you, he's my guest...
for the time.
How long?
For as long as it takes you
to reach his papa,
and raise money.
Money? How much?
Oh, let us say...
$2,000.
His pa don't have
that kind of money, Chavez.
But he has many cattle.
He can raise the money.
Yeah, and that
would take time, also.
But not too much, huh?
Antonio Chavez cannot wait
in any one place too long.
In two days, you...
one of you will bring
the money to Angels Peak,
a half a day's ride
to the south.
No tricks.
The boy might not return.
- Comprende?
- Chavez, you touch one hair
on that kid's head...
I told you...
he's my guest.
Adios, amigos!
They're gone, our cattle,
horses, everything.
Yeah, I knew it
wouldn't work out.
And Johnny!
What are we going to do?
How will we get to his father?
Well, we're not going to.
It'll take Calvin over a week
to raise that kind of money.
No, it's up to us
to get him back.
But how?
We have no horses.
Well, there's a ranch
about a mile or so back.
We can go back there
and maybe borrow some.
Look, this was my fault,
and I know it.
You don't have to hang around;
you don't have to help out.
Well, what are we waiting for?
Let's get going.
I
Antonio, how goes it?
Like any shoulder
with a bullet in it, estupido.
One shot in one hundred,
and that...
herder of cattle
had to make it good!
The one who wanted
to be a drover, huh?
I can make it.
The big, tough vaquero!
Well, show me!
Make me believe it!
There.
There is a stray.
Get it!
(men laughing)
(laughter continues)
(laughter quiets)
(rope whooshing)
(horse neighs)
ow!
(laughter)
Some vaquero!
Is that what you call
a real vaquero?
(chuckles)
I
How is it now?
Still the same;
I cannot move my arm.
That bullet must have broken
your shoulder bone.
There is a pueblo up the river.
- There might be a medico there.
- cannot ride.
I will go and bring back
whatever I can.
You will all go,
you and Carlos and Manuel.
And leave you here alone
with the boy?
The boy is no threat;
the pueblo might be
if they're watching for us.
Hide if you have to, but
bring back a medico, comprende?
Esta bien. Bueno.
(speaks Spanish)
I
SCARLET:
Well, there goes three of 'em.
HEY SOOS: Hey, I recognize
the one Chavez called Carlos.
Looks like maybe
they're headed towards that town
that that rancher talked about.
Yeah, but the cattle trail
goes on, they're riding away.
That means Chavez
must be alone in their camp.
- Should be not far ahead.
- And Johnny?
And Johnny.
Come on.
Chico, a little more wood
for the fire.
(cattle lowing in distance)
Don't worry,
your papa will pay for you.
It ain't that.
I ain't scared of no bandidos,
nor nothing you can do to me.
Pues, what is it?
I know now, Rowdy was right.
I can't do it.
I can't ever be a drover.
'Cause someone laughed at you
because of what happened today?
Have you no more coraje
than that?
I couldn't do any of it.
Nobody can
their first time, chico.
You... you think
maybe I could learn?
Learn? Why not?
You watch, you listen,
and, presto, you learn.
I will not lie to you, chico.
A crippled leg is bad.
For you, everything
will be much harder,
and you will probably never be
very good, never the best.
Just one to get by.
One to hire when maybe
there was no one else better.
You want that kind of life?
W-Well, maybe it
wouldn't have to be like that.
It would have to be.
I tell you that.
I know.
How could you know?
You don't have a twisted leg.
You don't have to go
through life with a...
a deadness where
there should be a bone.
Chico, a man can be
a cojo, a cripple,
with bones of iron
and a heart of granite.
(crow cawing in distance)
(groans, mumbles)
(sighs)
A long time ago,
the name of Chavez was
a proud name in this land,
a name known and respected
among the greatest hidalgos
of Mexico.
There was a farm
and land as far
as the eye could see
and much felizidad,
much happiness.
Then, the trouble came.
First with the Tejanos,
then with their brothers
in the north.
When the war started,
the Chavez banner rode
in the front rank
where in belonged.
When the war ended,
there was only one Chavez left.
Then only a niño,
like yourself.
I went home and found
only ashes
and dead memories
and land that now
had gringo patrones.
I had two straight legs,
and my arms were strong, chico,
but I became a cripple...
in here,
where no eyes can see,
where no sunlight can reach.
Where there is no hope.
I..
Mr. Chavez?
That is why I know.
Every man is a cripple
in some way,
but not all men let this
rule their lives.
Let your twisted leg
be your servant,
not your master.
(exhales)
Mr. Chavez,
do you still hate the people
that took your home?
What difference
does that make now?
I don't know.
But I can't hate the thing
that did this to my leg,
the sickness that did this.
I guess hate would only
make things worse.
There they are;
that's our cattle.
Yeah, their camp must be
down among them rocks.
- Si.
- Let's take them.
Now, wait a minute.
The kid's down there;
he's liable to get hit.
Now, if we get down there
nice and close
and cut Johnny out,
then we can settle with Chavez.
(whinnying)
(gunshot)
Yeah, he spotted us too soon.
Now he's really got us
stranded out here.
Yeah, there's too much
open ground to rush him.
He'd nail us for sure.
There is no way to go around?
Not unless one of us
can make it back up the hill.
I'll give it a try.
Al right.
(gunshots)
You all right?
Yeah, just rock chips,
but it's close enough.
(exhales)
Nothing we can do now except
wait for the sun to go down.
- No, we can't be waiting...
- Look, we open fire now,
we'll probably
hit the kid for sure.
Well, maybe you're right.
(sighs)
Question is will it go down
before his friends get back?
Maybe we ought to chance it.
No, not with the kid in there.
We better wait a while.
I
Rowdy, Jim, Jesus,
come on!
What do you think?
Maybe a trick; they forced him
to call once before.
Yeah.
Come on, it's all right.
Rowdy, hurry.
Amigo, are you all right?
Like a brand-new nickel.
(grunts)
I wouldn't give a plug nickel
for him, though.
(groans)
Bullet's still in there.
Looks like the bone's broke.
(sighs) Well, we'll have to take
the bullet out
and cauterize that wound.
What about his three playmates?
Keep an eye out for them.
Jesus, give me your knife.
John, go get some water for me,
will you?
I
Hang on to the powder, will you?
Sorry I don't have any whiskey,
but you can...
chew on this.
(gasping quietly)
Well... now all we got to do
is set the bone.
You can do that, Johnny.
Me?
That's right,
you did it for the colt--
-it's the same thing.
- Yeah, but...
Listen, you said you wouldn't
give up on anything.
Go ahead.
(panting)
I
(Antonio grunting quietly)
Now bind him up tight
so it'll last a week or so.
He looks better, no?
Well, at least he'll be
all right till his men get back.
Rowdy, maybe somebody
ought to stay with him.
I-I mean, suppose
they don't get back.
$-Suppose something happened.
Well, that ain't likely, Johnny.
Just the same,
it might be, and...
and he's helpless.
What about the herd
and Horse Head Crossing?
You know, the first thing
a drover's got to learn
is that beef on the hoof
don't wait for no man.
Maybe I learned
something else today...
about myself.
Like what?
Like what I can do...
and what I can't do.
Like maybe having a bum leg,
uh, don't bother a man
who works with his head
in his hands, huh?
ANTONIO:
That's right, amigo.
Each man finds the thing
he can do best...
-(horses approaching)
-if he looks hard enough.
Senor Rowdy, look!
Hey Soos, Quince.
Johnny, you sit down next to him
and make it look real natural.
Antonio, we come empty-handed;
there's no medico in the pueblo.
- Hold it right there.
- Don't do it.
Hey Soos, take their guns.
Antonio, you let them do this?!
Better to say I
underestimated chico here.
Jim, why don't you
tie 'em up, hm?
All right, let's go.
Come on.
Come on!
It would seem the pages
have been turned back, senor,
only this time I don't know
how the story will end.
Well, I guess that depends
on Johnny here.
- On me?
- I can't leave you here.
Nor should you.
Chico, your place is
where there is a future,
-not a past.
- Yeah, but your shoulder.
Oh, my shoulder is fine.
How could it be otherwise
with such good medicos?
Well, it shouldn't take your men
more than a few hours to work
their way loose.
Then they can pick up
where we left off.
Buena suerte, chico.
I think you'll find
the thing you can do.
I think so, too, Mr. Chavez.
- Thanks to you.
- Por nada.
Perhaps I, too,
have learned something, huh?
Adios, compadre.
Rowdy, you're not taking
their horses, are you?
Yeah, I'm afraid so, Johnny.
We're just gonna take 'em
down around the ridge a way.
A little walking,
and you'll have "em back.
And our guns?
I'm afraid I'm gonna have
to hang on to those, Chavez.
As sort of a little protection.
(chuckles)
An excellent policy.
For a herder of cattle,
you learn quickly.
So long, Mr. Chavez.
Adios, chico.
I
(clicking tongue)
So long, Rowdy, Jim, Hey Soos!
I think maybe Senor Favor
has lost a good hand.
Maybe so. Bum leg and all,
he's a pretty good kid.
Senor Rowdy,
you remember what you said
about the sunrise
the day before we met him?
You said it was going to be
a lucky day.
Well... I think it was.
Yeah, I think we
all learned something.
Look, we better start
for Horse Head Crossing.
You figure Mr. Favor'll
wait for us?
Well, if he doesn't,
we'll catch up to him.
Somehow it doesn't seem
quite as important as it did.
Yeah, but don't forget,
we own us a herd now.
Yeah, that's true.
Very true.
What are you two doing
sitting there, just taking root?
Come on, head 'em up
and move 'em out!
♪♪
Hyah! Hyah!
- Hyah!
-♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪
-(whip cracks)
-♪ Keep movin', movin', movin' ♪
♪ Though they're disapprovin' ♪
♪ Keep them doggies movin' ♪
♪ Rawhide! ♪
(whip cracks)
♪ Rawhide...! ♪
Hyah!
(whip cracks twice)