Rawhide (1959–1965): Season 5, Episode 15 - Incident of the Trail's End - full transcript
The tough and rough aging trail boss Harry Maxton, who once hired and taught Gil Favor, is told by a doctor he is going blind and only has a year or two of sight left. Favor has a lot of respect and gratitude for him, so when they run into each other in a saloon, Favor offers him a drovers job with Favor's herd riding drag noticing Maxton is short on funds. Maxton readily accepts but doesn't tell Favor about his medical problems. Maxton's rough disposition precedes him causing the men to give him a chilly reception. Maxton is taunted by one young tough who was fired by Maxton when he was a trail boss. He tries repeatedly to aggravate Maxton into a shootout but Rowdy and Favor intercede. Meanwhile, Maxton proves inept as a drover, and Favor might lose the herd as water holes and streams have dried up. When they they hit a poisoned waterhole, they need water and Maxton tells them where to find it but Clay is unable to locate it. Maxton decides to prove Clay wrong. In a final gallant effort, Maxton goes off alone with an empty canteen searching for water that he thinks he remembers from his old trail boss days.
♪ 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)
Oh, we can bed down along here.
Pick up some graze
in the morning.
I sure will be glad
when we hit some timber country.
You itching to climb a tree?
I don't know.
Cheyenne.
Only count of two
you see anymore.
Oh, and that's plenty.
I guess
they're just looking us over.
Oh, t'ain't us
they're looking over.
Oh, I know I've been
in the sun too long.
That's a burying wagon.
(hoof beats approaching)
See anyone?
Well, lots of tracks around.
None of 'em moccasins.
I'll go around
the other side and look.
Mm.
Maybe whoever it was took off
for help, huh?
Or was shot off.
- Want to backtrack and find out?
- Mm.
(grunts)
Don't shoot, gents.
Don't-don't shoot. I give up.
What is it?
Too large to be a rock lizard.
Now, now,
w-wait a minute, gents.
Now-now, now let's just
talk this thing over.
I can explain everything.
It's all a mistake, you see.
Now, I got
a twin brother who's...
Is there something wrong
with you?
Well, no, no. I'm...
Uh, uh, uh, uh,
y-you're not a posse?
Posse?
What are you talking about?
You expecting one?
Well-well, no. I...
No. I wasn't expect...
No. You see, sir,
uh, what ...
You're, uh, not outlaws?
We're drovers pushing a herd up
from Texas,
and you better make some sense,
mister,
if you want us
to give you some help.
Drovers! Well, well, well,
this is a real pleasure, sir.
I am always delighted
to meet drovers, sir.
Men tried and true,
salt of the earth.
Galahads of the saddle.
Pomeroy K. Tolliver, sir,
at your service.
Gil Favor.
This is Rowdy Yates.
Ah, yes, of course.
Mr. Yates.
A pleasure indeed, sir.
Another gallant knight
of the open plains.
Uh, Mr. Tolliver.
Uh, just call me Poke, gents.
Slow Poke Tolliver.
Owner and manager of the
Bide Away Funeral Service.
Fanciest burying rig
this side of St. Louis.
You see, gents,
I was just taking a shortcut
to, uh, uh, California,
when, unfortunately,
as you can see,
I had a slight accident.
Yeah, well,
this is the wrong place
to have an accident
out here in Cheyenne country.
Indians? Oh, why some of my best
customers are Indians, sir.
Bury them all the time.
Town variety, of course.
Yeah, well, you're liable
to find business
a little slow out here.
Ah, yes, yes, of course, indeed,
but we do have a treaty,
you know.
You have one signed personal
with those two
that were watching you up there?
(stammering):
W-watching me? Where? Where?
What two?
Uh, uh, wait a minute, gents.
Now, we've got to stick together
through this, you know.
Spindle's chewed up,
couple threads torn,
but it looks fixable.
Got any tools?
Uh... uh, tools?
Yeah, for fixing the spindle.
It usually helps.
Ah, never mind, Rowdy.
Our wagon should be
here soon enough.
Uh, uh, uh, uh,
w-what about the Indians?
Oh, if they'd been
more than curious,
you'd have known about it.
I-I... But sir, they...
they-they might come back.
Yeah. Oh, all right, you...
you can ride along with us
to Rock City
as soon as your wagon's fixed.
Uh, uh,
but in the meantime, sir...
FAVOR:
No. Relax, Mr. Tolliver.
Nothing we can do until
the wagons get here anyway.
Well, I know, but, uh...
All right, all right.
Um...
If it'll make you feel better,
Rowdy here will be glad
to stay with you.
Thank you, sir.
Thank you.
I am deeply
in your debt, sir.
A good man there.
Stouthearted.
Not many stout heart these days.
Just last week,
I had a customer...
Uh... matter of fact,
he was about your size.
This...
Excuse me, will you?
(Tolliver sighs)
Are you sure
you want me to stay here?
Oh, well,
if those Indians come back,
you can crawl
in that hearse there.
You'll be real safe.
Yeah, well, I ain't worried
about the Cheyennes exactly.
The burying man here.
(Rowdy laughs)
TOLLIVER:
Join me, Mr. Yates.
(Tolliver laughs)
Much cooler down here
in the shade.
Or should I say,
here in the shadow of death?
(Tolliver laughs)
Tell me, do you ever hear
the one about
the traveling undertaker
who came to this farm house
late one stormy night?
Well, seems he had a customer
all boxed up snug in the back
when his wagon broke down.
Well, uh, naturally,
he couldn't leave him
out in the rain.
Yeah, naturally.
(cattle lowing)
(grunting)
WISHBONE:
Heave! Heave!
Come on, you jelly backs.
Put some gristle into it.
(grunting)
Come on, higher.
I can't put this thing on
sideways.
(grunting)
Easy. Easy, gents. Easy.
Uh, I'm carrying valuable
equipment in there, gents.
We, uh, can't bury 'em without
equipment, can we? (laughs)
Hey, now, come on,
get it up there!
Little more, little more.
(wood creaking)
There it is, right there.
I got it.
(grunts)
(sighs)
Will you take a look
at the size of that lock?
Who in the world would want
to get near
that little black box anyway?
Padre mia.
Maybe there's something
that wants to bust out.
Yeah.
(grunting)
All right, that's it.
Let it down.
(sighing)
Well, well, well.
Just look at that.
Not even a scratch.
(laughs)
Well, we sure put it back
in fine style, didn't we?
Yeah, we sure did, didn't we?
Uh, well, wait a minute, gents.
Uh, gents?
Gents, wait just a minute.
Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.
I might have got stranded
out here fill Kingdom come.
Hard work deserves a reward,
and Pomeroy K. Tolliver
pays his debts.
Oh, we couldn't take no money
for fixing the wagon.
Oh, come, come, Mr. Yates.
I insist.
Call it a gift of gratitude
from a weary traveler.
Oh, well, Mr. Favor
wouldn't want us
taking any gratitudes
from strangers.
Besides, uh,
we was glad to do it.
Y-yeah.
The-the fellas were just gonna
kind of sit around,
and they had nothing
to do anyway.
Just maybe play cards
or something like that.
Playing cards.
Uh, you mean, uh, poker?
Yeah. Oh, yeah, poker,
other games.
Well, now, uh,
since you gents won't let me
pay for your help,
the least I could do
is put a little,
uh, fresh money
into circulation.
A kind of a gesture
of friendship, so to speak?
Yeah, well...
I'm not sure.
It ain't up to me.
I ain't sure
the boys had in mind
that they were gonna even get
a game together tonight.
You have anything like that
on your mind
for this evening, Wish?
Well, I don't suppose
it'd hurt any.
What do you think, Jim?
Well, yeah, uh, I think
we should be sociable.
What do you think, Toothless?
Uh, never was one to turn down
a friendly get-together.
Well, of course, if you gents
are too tired, we could, uh...
- Uh, Mushy?!
- Yes, sir.
Mr. Tolliver wants to join us
in a little recreation.
See if you can find
that old deck of cards
we use for, uh,
fortunetelling and the like.
Yes, sir.
You want me to get that new deck
you swiped in Abilene?
You smart aleck.
Get going.
(laughs)
I had to get a couple
of the boys out of trouble
in a saloon one night,
and one of 'em had passed out
with a brand new deck
clutched in his hand.
Uh, I never play much myself.
I know what you mean.
Well, shall we find
a nice, level spot?
Go fast!
This, too?
Delightful.
Excuse me.
Mushy?!
Yes, sir.
What's going on?
Come here.
You know that saddle we got
our eye on in Denver, don't you?
Yeah.
Well, get your savings out,
'cause we're gonna
pluck us a chicken.
Got room for one more?
Uh... two...
You just made it.
Thanks, Mr. Tolliver.
Mr. Tolliver?
Oh, come, come, come.
We don't stand on formalities
out here, do we, gents?
(laughs)
You just call me Poke,
and I'll just call you
nine times out of ten.
(Tolliver laughs)
(laughter)
(laughing)
Well, uh, while we're getting
the cards warmed up,
tell me, did you gents
ever hear the one
about the undertaker
who struck gold in a cemetery?
Well, seems that he was out
digging one day,
and he came
across these nuggets.
A whole hat full of them.
Well, of course, right away,
he staked out a claim.
Got everybody all excited.
(laughs)
That is until some, uh, dentist
got a look
at those, uh, nuggets.
(Tolliver laughs)
- Yeah.
-(Rowdy laughs quietly)
(laughter)
Sorry, Poke.
Ladies full,
with a four, that is.
Uh, excuse me, but, uh,
what did you say the name
of this game was?
Well, Dead Man's Bluff.
They play it
all over Texas.
You see, fours are wild,
but only if you have a pair
of treys for openers.
Oh...
(coins clinking)
Sorry, Poke, three lucky tens.
Excuse me, but...
Wildcat revenge, remember?
Sevens are wild,
you got a one-eyed jack.
Learned it in Kansas.
Okay.
Kings.
Three of them.
Well, uh, excuse me,
but, no, we both have kings,
but I've got a ten
and you've got a five.
You remember fives are wild?
Oh, the black five...
it's very simple.
I.
Well, gentlemen, the, uh,
well seems to have
temporarily run dry.
(laughs)
If, uh, you gents
will excuse me
for just a minute.
Uh, keep 'em hot, gents.
I'll be right back
with lady luck.
Well, the Lord loves
a cheerful loser.
Lord loves a cheerful giver
you mean.
It's all the same
in his case ain't it?
You know, he's the richest
burying man I ever did see.
You'd think he had that
black box full of money.
(hums to himself)
Boy, I sure wish he were
going all the way north with us.
Then all the way back south
to Mexico with me.
♪ Aye, di, aha ♪
(grunts)
♪ Ya, da, da, di ♪
♪ Ya, da, da, di ♪
♪ Ya, da, das ♪
(chuckles)
♪ Ya, di, dum ♪
Is it dry?
That's 13 for you, Frank,
and 12 for me.
Fancy Dan undertaker.
Slick-talking himself
into a private game
just like he was a member
of the family.
Grinning all the time
just like he was a cat
with his whiskers in the cream.
Oh, Mr. Wishbone.
I was looking at this catalogue
from Denver.
Quince and Scarlet said
they almost won enough money
last night to buy a saddle.
- Wanna see it?
- No, I don't wanna see it.
I thought maybe you might
wanna pick something out
for yourself.
How much did you win?
Well, it's none of your
business.
Besides, I got
better things to do
than sit around all night
playing poker.
Now get back over to that wagon
and finish loading it.
But I already loaded it.
Well, unload it,
and load it again.
Look at him.
Polishing that thing like he was
going to a parade or something.
Yeah, that was funny.
Remember when I laid that
Kentucky flush
over the top of his two pair?
I swear I thought he was gonna
turn purple
and flop over in a dead faint.
It's pretty funny all right.
Of course I can't say too much
for them jokes of his.
Always talking about
cemeteries and funerals.
Oh, that don't bother me none.
He can flap my ears
right off the seams
as long as he kept
sugaring the pot.
Got me $20 closer
to that new saddle.
Yeah, I hope we have time enough
set up another game
before we head for town.
Gentlemen having trouble
cooling your coffee?
- No, sir.
- Morning.
All right, let's move out.
(clears throat)
Ah, Mr. Favor.
Good morning, sir.
What's left of it.
Just a few quick touches
before the day's journey.
Cleanliness, uh, is next
to godliness, you know?
Yeah.
We should reach the cut off
to Rock City
this afternoon.
That is of course provided
we get started sometime today.
(chuckles)
You going with us?
Why, yes indeed, sir.
Right away.
In fact, sir, I am with you
shoulder to shoulder.
Right away, sir.
Right away.
You missed a good game
last night.
Well, not from
what Wishbone said.
Well, he's a little sour.
He's the only one who lost.
Besides the little burying man.
He lost real good.
Of course Quince and Scarlet,
they took most...
Hey...
♪♪
We're getting
all kinds of company.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hello.
We were taking a shortcut
over that hill,
and drove right up
on a pack of Cheyennes.
They were almost as surprised
to see us as we were.
- Did you see them?
- Six of them.
You see more?
Well, I didn't take any extra
time to count them.
Lucky for us we saw your herd.
Are you the owner?
Trail boss, Gil Favor.
How do you do?
My name's Striker,
Cole Striker,
and this is Miss Georgia.
Ma'am.
Uh, Rowdy Yates.
Pleasure.
We were on our way to Rock City.
I'm in the banking business,
and I was just going over there
to check on some investments.
Uh, Miss Georgia's
a school teacher.
She's considering a job
in Rock City.
I didn't even know they had
a school house over there.
You usual cut across
Indian country
when you take your business
trips, Mr. Striker?
No, not, not usually.
I was trying to save some time,
but, uh, looks like
I made a mistake.
I wonder if you'd mind
letting us ride along with you
until we get
a little closer to town?
Well, we travel slow.
You wouldn't save any time.
Well, even if we don't...
I'm sure Miss Georgia
would feel a lot better
with a few more men around.
Now don't you be silly, Cole.
You know a young girl
is never safe
around such handsome men.
Yeah.
Well, my men got 3,000 cows
to keep 'em busy.
You go along with us
you'll have to stick close,
watch out for yourselves.
Of course.
Whatever you say, Mr. Favor.
They can ride in the back
there with Tolliver.
Tolliver?
He owns
that burying wagon there.
You'll ride with him
to Rock City.
Well, I'm looking forward to it.
Thank you very much,
Mr. Favor.
(chuckles)
Now with just a little more
effort those Cheyennes
could've scared us up
a whole wagon train.
Yeah, well, at least they're
sending us
more interesting wagons.
Oh, sure.
Well, well, well,
if it isn't little,
old Poke Tolliver.
You forgot to say good-bye,
Poke.
(nervous laugh)
If you don't look a sight.
Well, I had you fooled
for a minute though.
Bet you never knew how
fancy I could look
all duded up, did ya?
You look like you're
prime for a funeral.
Your funeral.
All right, n-now, wait a minute.
Now let's all
just talk this over.
Sure, Poke, sure.
That's just
what we're gonna do, talk.
Right after everybody leaves.
(cows mooing)
Come to think about it, Cole,
we did hear something about
a fancy, little undertaker
playing it big in every saloon
between here and St. Louis,
didn't we?
We sure did.
Just like he was painting
the trail for us.
Listen, as a matter of fact,
I was gonna head back
St. Louis when I broke a wheel.
You see, I've been working
on this new deal.
You've been working,
that's for sure.
All dressed up in them
funeral duds,
and squirming like
a trap-sprung rat.
Oh, Georgia, honey,
after all we've meant
to each other?
I got a short memory.
But not me, Tolliver.
There's some things
I never forget.
You ran out on our deal.
And with my plates.
Listen, that is what
I have been trying
to explain to you, Striker.
I got a whole new set up.
It's perfect.
The press is inside
the hearse, you see?
We can print 'em and keep
right on moving.
It's easy,
Look, we can go back
to St. Louis, and before
you know it...
STRIKER:
No deal, little man.
The plates are going back,
but not you.
Now get 'em.
Now get 'em.
Just get 'em, that's all.
FAVOR:
Striker, Tolliver.
You better play it good.
You call this sticking close?
Why, I'm sorry, Mr. Favor.
We, we were just getting
acquainted
with your other guest.
Weren't we, Mr. Tolliver?
Mr. Tolliver's
such a fascinating man
that we just completely forgot
about keeping up, Mr. Favor.
Cheyenne's ain't too particular
about stragglers.
Make up your mind.
You staying with the herd
or ain't ya?
Absolutely, Mr. Favor.
Absolutely.
I'm a firm believer
in the old rule, uh,
together we stand,
divided we don't.
You won't have to worry
about Pomeroy K. Tolliver
any more, sir.
No, sir.
I am a joiner not a follower.
Right away, sir.
Right away.
Get on, get.
Now what?
Well, now we do exactly what
Mr. Favor wants us to do.
Stay close.
Poke's not going
anywhere without us.
♪♪
♪♪
Hyah! Hyah!
♪♪
Hyah! Hyah!
You idiot!
What do you think
you're trying to do!
Whoa! Whoa!
♪♪
(laughs)
Tolliver's team's
getting away from him.
Holy smoke!
Our poker game!
Yeah!
♪♪
Hyah! That-a-boy!
Giddyap! Hyah! Come on! Hyah!
Leave me alone!
Go! Go back, you...
Hyah!
Go!
Hyah!
Whoa!
(whistling)
Whew! That was a close one.
Something spook
your team, Mr. Tolliver?
I guess you're mighty glad
we happened to see you,
Mr. Tolliver,
or you might've wound up
20 miles away.
20 miles.
Oh, now, don't you worry,
Mr. Tolliver,
we'll keep a close watch
on you from now on.
Yeah, you bet. Now, you
just sit back there and rest.
We're gonna lead you
back to the herd.
Uh... th-th-thank you.
♪♪
(cattle lowing)
(lively chatter)
(Wishbone shouts)
Now, you're just
gonna have to stand back
and get out of my way!
I can only be
one place at a time,
and you're gonna get it a
lot sooner if you let me do it!
You feeling better now?
Just fine, thank you.
It certainly was
a terrible scare
with Mr. Tolliver and all,
wasn't it?
Yeah. I guess he ain't too much
at skinning a team.
You probably don't see
too much excitement
being a schoolteacher, do you?
Teaching school isn't
supposed to be exciting.
Well, I guess you're right.
Uh... do you teach
anything special?
I mean, subject-like?
Most everything.
Wouldn't you say
that's what a schoolteacher's
supposed to do, Mr. Yates?
Well, I guess
that depends on the teacher.
I'd give it a lot more thought
if I had a teacher like you.
You're a little old for lessons,
aren't you, Mr. Yates?
Oh, no, never too old
to brush up a bit.
I was kind of thinking, um...
on my way back,
maybe I'd swing by Rock City.
My arithmetic's getting
a little... rusty.
You just do that.
I'll make sure you get
a front-row seat.
I may even let you
erase the blackboard.
Ooh!
Yeah, well...
I'm gonna hold you
to that, teacher.
TOLLIVER (whispers):
Georgia! Back here.
Georgia.
Georgia, back here.
You got something to say,
you better say it fast.
Shh, shh, shh.
Don't let Striker hear you.
Why not?
You're not going anywhere.
Now, I could, with your help.
My help?
Honey, for you it'd be
like rolling off a rock.
Now, a couple of these
in Striker's coffee,
and we could be long gone
before he even knows.
(scoffs)
I got to hand it to you, Poke,
you got imagination.
But this time it ran out
of ammunition.
Georgia, I've
got it all worked out.
Now, once we head to California,
we set up a new front,
just the two of us,
50-50 split,
-right down the middle.
Mm-hmm.
Just like in St. Louis.
Aw, th-that was
a minor miscalculation.
Minor?!
Selling shares to a goldmine
right smack in the middle
of the Mississippi River?
...I never could figure out
how I slipped up on that one.
Anyway, that was yesterday; it's
tomorrow that counts, right?
N-Now, just think about it,
just think about it, honey.
The Barbary Coast.
Your name up on top
of them billboards again.
Maybe even Knob Hill.
Honey, maybe we could even
get married, huh?
Now, isn't that sweet.
A proposal.
Right here in the middle
of 3,000 cows.
Little violin music
and a mixed choir
and the setting
would be complete.
Honey, maybe I didn't
make myself clear.
Like a window, honey.
This is Georgia, remember?
The bright-eyed idiot
you dumped
when you took off
with those plates.
But I only ran away
because of you!
Look, all I needed was
the right kind of a setup.
and I knew I'd never make it
with Striker around.
Honey, I was gonna send for you,
I swear I was.
Oh, sure you were.
That's why it took Cole and me
four months to run you down.
Aw, Georgia...
Save your breath, buryin' man.
You're gonna need it
for the services.
Services?
I might even send you flowers,
for old times' sake.
Well, that ain't enough
to feed a sick rabbit.
You're lucky to be getting
anything at all
after all I been through!
That black-suited little Jasper
trying to run me down,
and all you think about's
your bellies!
Now, wait a minute, Wishbone,
that was a pure accident.
Mr. Tolliver's team just
run off with him, that's all.
Eh! More likely,
he was trying to run me down
for business
for that black box of his!
Now, what's that for?
Oh, uh, well, Mr. Tolliver
don't feel too good.
(groans):
Oh...
Move along, there's others.
Now, how much do you think
you'd like to have?
Next man!
I thought you said you
saw him heading this way.
I did. Maybe
he's in the hearse.
Oh... l-l thought
you were somebody else.
Here you go, Mr. Tolliver.
Put something in your gullet
and settle your nerves.
I-I just-just lost my appetite.
Oh, now, that's all right.
Once we get to town,
you'll feel a lot better.
Sure, Mr. Tolliver.
Nothing like
a little game of poker
to take the edge off
of a man's upsets.
Oh, you bet.
Come on, how, eat.
You had me worried,
Mr. Tolliver.
That was a close call
you had out there today.
Maybe you ought to be a little
more careful from now on, hm?
Something like that
could get you killed.
$-Something spooked my horses.
Mm. Yeah.
That's what I heard.
Gents.
(dishes clatter)
Oh, now, you cheer up,
Mr. Tolliver.
Don't give it another thought.
He just wanted to be neighborly.
Neighborly?!
If you boys knew
what that man really wanted...
Uh, wanted.
Excuse me, gents.
Wondering when you were gonna
favor us with a visit again.
You have a nice little scout?
Well, now, you know what they
say about haste making waste.
I took a 30-mile swing,
and it really paid off.
There's good water and graze.
From here to Castle Peak
everything is just great!
Yeah, well, not everything.
Take a look.
Cheyenne.
Oh-ho, how long
they been up there?
Ten minutes is too long,
as far as I'm concerned.
Well, why don't we run 'em off?
It's a free country.
Long as they're doing
nothing but looking,
we ain't gonna do anything
but let 'em.
Why, they're sure interested
in something down here.
Maybe... maybe
they're just interested
in picking up a few strays.
Any case, get a fresh horse
from the remuda
and try and find out
some of the answers--
without starting a ruckus.
Aw...
(singing a tune)
(continues singing a tune)
(stops singing)
Mr. Tolliver?
We're gonna be
pulling out of here
in a little bit, now.
You all right?
Y... Oh, yeah,
I'm fine, fine, yeah.
Uh, don't worry about me.
I'm, um...
uh, I'm looking for
some medicine. (chuckles)
Trying to, uh, you know,
uh, fix my upset stomach.
It's in here some place;
I'll find it.
Uh, can't play poker, gents,
can we, on an upset stomach?
(chuckles)
- Had Wishbone save you a plate.
- won't be needing it.
Something wrong?
Depends on what Clay turns up.
- Not more Cheyennes?
- And a whole lot more.
I want everybody
out on that herd.
And keep your eyes open.
FAVOR:
Hey!
You two riding drag
on that box?
No, sir.
♪ For I am the tinker ♪
♪ The best that there be ♪
♪ I ♪
♪ Roam over hills ♪
♪ And I sing merrily ♪
♪ Tink... ♪
♪ A-linka ♪
♪ Ya-tum ♪
♪ La, te-ya ♪
♪ Ya, ha ♪
♪ In the land can tinker ♪
(humming)
♪ La, ta-ta ♪
♪ Bah-bah, tink, tink ♪
♪ Tinka-linka, tink, tink. ♪
(wagon door squeaking)
Mushy, is that
a pretty interesting catalogue?
Oh, yes, sir, Mr. Wishbone.
I was thinking of buying myself
a new little holster.
Well, you better think
about ordering yourself
a new pair of boots,
'cause you got your feet
in the fire, you idiot.
(yells)
(sighs)
Well, you can turn west
at the Rock City cutoff.
That'll get us out
of Cheyenne country faster.
Yeah, it'll add another day
to the drive.
Mr. Favor, may I see you
for a minute?
Mm-hmm.
I'd like to talk to you,
uh, privately?
This private enough?
(Tolliver clears his throat)
I think
that you gents should, uh...
should see this.
I, uh, found it in my belongings
a few minutes ago.
I collect 'em.
It's, uh... helps identify
customers sometimes.
I thought his name had
a familiar ring to it, sir.
Yeah. Wanted for murder,
robbery, fraud,
blackmail, swindle.
Everything but the payroll.
(laughs)
Well, what are you showing it
to us for?
Well, uh, aren't you going
to arrest him or something?
Arrest him?
My only job is
to get 3,000 beefs to a buyer
quickest and easiest way
possible.
It don't include
wearing a star.
Uh, but he's a crook.
Well, then you tell the sheriff
when you get to Rock City, huh?
Well, yes, but, uh...
FAVOR:
Look, Mr. Tolliver,
I'll try to make it plain.
What with the worrying
about 3,000 cows, Cheyennes,
a couple of dozen odd,
very odd, assorted drovers,
uh, with bad dispositions,
I am not about
to take on any more troubles.
Is that clear enough?
Yeah, but there's $5,000 reward.
Well, then, you collect it
after you leave the herd?
(Tolliver clears his throat)
(wagon door opening)
(sighs)
You can throw it away.
$5,000.
(whistles)
You thinking of, uh,
becoming a bounty hunter?
(mutters)
Hey, look at this.
Comes off.
Ain't even dry yet.
Hmm.
Well, well, well.
You've got an interesting
side line for a burying man.
Could I interest
both of you gents
in a little proposition?
STRIKER: There's a gun
on your back, Mr. Favor.
No, no.
Hey, what's going on?
That's far enough, cookie.
Cookie?!
Did you say something?
(grunts)
It's too bad, Favor.
I was gonna keep this private,
between Poke and me.
Drop the gun belts.
Now move away
from the wagon.
Tolliver and I got
a little business to settle.
Come on out of there.
Right-right a... right-right
away, sir. Right away.
Got those plates here
some place.
I just want to...
- Poke's kind of versatile,
isn't he? -Oh.
He prints all sorts of things.
Phony stock certificates,
phony bills.
Whatever he happens to need.
Or whatever you happen to need.
Mm-hmm.
- That's the way it used to be.
- Ah.
Just the three of us.
Poke printed 'em,
I passed 'em.
And Georgia--
well, she just came along
to help us spend the profits.
FORRESTER:
Mr. Favor?!
(grunts)
(grunting)
(grunts)
- Let go. Give me that!
-(Wishbone grunting)
Give me that.
Let go of me!
(grunting)
- Let go of me!
- You keep this up,
- I'll never make the head
of the class. -(Georgia groans)
GEORGIA:
Let go of me!
(blows landing)
(grunting)
(grunts)
(hoof beats approaching)
Mr. Favor.
We got trouble.
Look up yonder.
All right, take care
of the lady and the gentleman.
All right, you just come
right out of there.
Gladly.
With pleasure.
I think that's Clay up there.
Hey, he got loose.
You better take another look.
Looks like
they turned him loose.
Half the Cheyenne nation's
on those hills.
They want us,
or they want the herd?
They want the one
with the stovepipe hat.
Uh, uh, me?
FORRESTER:
You.
Maybe you'd better start
all over again.
Well, apparently,
they've been tracking you
ever since you picked him out.
Now, this is kind of crazy,
but, uh,
their old chief is dying,
and they want to give him
a special honor or something.
Oh, that's his son
up there running things.
Well, what's that got
to do with Tolliver?
Well, they want him
and his burying wagon
to give the chief
a white man's funeral.
What?
I'm only telling you
what they told me.
All he has to do is
carry the chief
out at the burying grounds
in that thing there, and
there won't be any trouble.
And if he don't?
Well, if we don't
send him up there,
they're gonna come down here
and take him... and the herd
and everybody else here.
Uh...
Where do you think
you're going?
Excuse me
just a moment, please.
Uh, excuse me, gentlemen.
Now, uh, I'm not exactly
a burying man,
but, um, did I understand
this gentlemen to say
that there would be no violence,
either before the funeral
or after,
in the event
that I was available, I mean?
Well?
Well, now, sir,
I'm not too... fond
of this type of service,
but under the circumstances,
I would be willing
to sacrifice my own safety
to see that the rest of you
were secured
from absolute destruction.
Uh, if you wouldn't mind
pointing that thing
in the other direction, please.
Uh, it's very generous
of you, Mr. Tolliver.
We better do something.
They ain't gonna sit up there
all day, you know.
All right, Tolliver,
get on with the burying.
Oh, one thing.
Yes, sir.
You ever let me see that face
of yours again,
I will break off
both of your arms,
pound you into the ground
right up to that stovepipe hat.
Like I said, Mr. Favor,
you are a true Galahad
of the open plains.
(laughs)
Georgia, honey, if you ever get
to San Francisco, look me up.
And Cole,
look on the bright side.
They tell me
the food in these Western
penal institutions
is wonderful.
Oh, Tolliver?
TOLLIVER:
Yeah.
One last thing.
The plates?
Uh, the plates?
The plates.
Oh, the-the plates.
Of course, of course.
I was, uh...
(clears throat)
...just, uh,
keeping them, uh, safe. Look.
Yeah, sure. Now, you'd better
get that box rolling
before I bend these
over your head.
Yeah, right away, sir.
Right away.
Oh, that Indian will get
a first-class burial, sir.
You won't have to worry
about a thing.
I'm going right
to the top of that hill.
I'm... gonna... (soft groan)
Uh, excuse me, sir, but, uh,
did they happen to mention
anything about, uh,
paying for the services?
(gasps)
All right, all right.
(clears throat)
Yeah-dap, yeah.
(Rowdy laughs)
Now, Quince, Scarlet,
take those two
into the sheriff's office
at Rock City.
Rowdy, you'll go with 'em.
- Oh...
- Deliver these.
Really?
And make sure none of Tolliver's
poker money is spent.
Well, I knew it.
Just too good to be true.
Let's get cracking.
We got a day to make up.
After you, Teacher.
All right, boy, let me look.
Hey, Mr. Wishbone?
What?
What do they call
that Indian money?
Wampum. Anybody knows that.
I bet that Mr. Tolliver sure
gets a lot of counterfeit wampum
circulating around here
before too long.
Get up there
and finish loading that wagon.
You're not hurt.
Now get going.
Wampum. Whoever heard
of counterfeit wampum?
(clears throat)
Yo.
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)
Oh, we can bed down along here.
Pick up some graze
in the morning.
I sure will be glad
when we hit some timber country.
You itching to climb a tree?
I don't know.
Cheyenne.
Only count of two
you see anymore.
Oh, and that's plenty.
I guess
they're just looking us over.
Oh, t'ain't us
they're looking over.
Oh, I know I've been
in the sun too long.
That's a burying wagon.
(hoof beats approaching)
See anyone?
Well, lots of tracks around.
None of 'em moccasins.
I'll go around
the other side and look.
Mm.
Maybe whoever it was took off
for help, huh?
Or was shot off.
- Want to backtrack and find out?
- Mm.
(grunts)
Don't shoot, gents.
Don't-don't shoot. I give up.
What is it?
Too large to be a rock lizard.
Now, now,
w-wait a minute, gents.
Now-now, now let's just
talk this thing over.
I can explain everything.
It's all a mistake, you see.
Now, I got
a twin brother who's...
Is there something wrong
with you?
Well, no, no. I'm...
Uh, uh, uh, uh,
y-you're not a posse?
Posse?
What are you talking about?
You expecting one?
Well-well, no. I...
No. I wasn't expect...
No. You see, sir,
uh, what ...
You're, uh, not outlaws?
We're drovers pushing a herd up
from Texas,
and you better make some sense,
mister,
if you want us
to give you some help.
Drovers! Well, well, well,
this is a real pleasure, sir.
I am always delighted
to meet drovers, sir.
Men tried and true,
salt of the earth.
Galahads of the saddle.
Pomeroy K. Tolliver, sir,
at your service.
Gil Favor.
This is Rowdy Yates.
Ah, yes, of course.
Mr. Yates.
A pleasure indeed, sir.
Another gallant knight
of the open plains.
Uh, Mr. Tolliver.
Uh, just call me Poke, gents.
Slow Poke Tolliver.
Owner and manager of the
Bide Away Funeral Service.
Fanciest burying rig
this side of St. Louis.
You see, gents,
I was just taking a shortcut
to, uh, uh, California,
when, unfortunately,
as you can see,
I had a slight accident.
Yeah, well,
this is the wrong place
to have an accident
out here in Cheyenne country.
Indians? Oh, why some of my best
customers are Indians, sir.
Bury them all the time.
Town variety, of course.
Yeah, well, you're liable
to find business
a little slow out here.
Ah, yes, yes, of course, indeed,
but we do have a treaty,
you know.
You have one signed personal
with those two
that were watching you up there?
(stammering):
W-watching me? Where? Where?
What two?
Uh, uh, wait a minute, gents.
Now, we've got to stick together
through this, you know.
Spindle's chewed up,
couple threads torn,
but it looks fixable.
Got any tools?
Uh... uh, tools?
Yeah, for fixing the spindle.
It usually helps.
Ah, never mind, Rowdy.
Our wagon should be
here soon enough.
Uh, uh, uh, uh,
w-what about the Indians?
Oh, if they'd been
more than curious,
you'd have known about it.
I-I... But sir, they...
they-they might come back.
Yeah. Oh, all right, you...
you can ride along with us
to Rock City
as soon as your wagon's fixed.
Uh, uh,
but in the meantime, sir...
FAVOR:
No. Relax, Mr. Tolliver.
Nothing we can do until
the wagons get here anyway.
Well, I know, but, uh...
All right, all right.
Um...
If it'll make you feel better,
Rowdy here will be glad
to stay with you.
Thank you, sir.
Thank you.
I am deeply
in your debt, sir.
A good man there.
Stouthearted.
Not many stout heart these days.
Just last week,
I had a customer...
Uh... matter of fact,
he was about your size.
This...
Excuse me, will you?
(Tolliver sighs)
Are you sure
you want me to stay here?
Oh, well,
if those Indians come back,
you can crawl
in that hearse there.
You'll be real safe.
Yeah, well, I ain't worried
about the Cheyennes exactly.
The burying man here.
(Rowdy laughs)
TOLLIVER:
Join me, Mr. Yates.
(Tolliver laughs)
Much cooler down here
in the shade.
Or should I say,
here in the shadow of death?
(Tolliver laughs)
Tell me, do you ever hear
the one about
the traveling undertaker
who came to this farm house
late one stormy night?
Well, seems he had a customer
all boxed up snug in the back
when his wagon broke down.
Well, uh, naturally,
he couldn't leave him
out in the rain.
Yeah, naturally.
(cattle lowing)
(grunting)
WISHBONE:
Heave! Heave!
Come on, you jelly backs.
Put some gristle into it.
(grunting)
Come on, higher.
I can't put this thing on
sideways.
(grunting)
Easy. Easy, gents. Easy.
Uh, I'm carrying valuable
equipment in there, gents.
We, uh, can't bury 'em without
equipment, can we? (laughs)
Hey, now, come on,
get it up there!
Little more, little more.
(wood creaking)
There it is, right there.
I got it.
(grunts)
(sighs)
Will you take a look
at the size of that lock?
Who in the world would want
to get near
that little black box anyway?
Padre mia.
Maybe there's something
that wants to bust out.
Yeah.
(grunting)
All right, that's it.
Let it down.
(sighing)
Well, well, well.
Just look at that.
Not even a scratch.
(laughs)
Well, we sure put it back
in fine style, didn't we?
Yeah, we sure did, didn't we?
Uh, well, wait a minute, gents.
Uh, gents?
Gents, wait just a minute.
Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.
I might have got stranded
out here fill Kingdom come.
Hard work deserves a reward,
and Pomeroy K. Tolliver
pays his debts.
Oh, we couldn't take no money
for fixing the wagon.
Oh, come, come, Mr. Yates.
I insist.
Call it a gift of gratitude
from a weary traveler.
Oh, well, Mr. Favor
wouldn't want us
taking any gratitudes
from strangers.
Besides, uh,
we was glad to do it.
Y-yeah.
The-the fellas were just gonna
kind of sit around,
and they had nothing
to do anyway.
Just maybe play cards
or something like that.
Playing cards.
Uh, you mean, uh, poker?
Yeah. Oh, yeah, poker,
other games.
Well, now, uh,
since you gents won't let me
pay for your help,
the least I could do
is put a little,
uh, fresh money
into circulation.
A kind of a gesture
of friendship, so to speak?
Yeah, well...
I'm not sure.
It ain't up to me.
I ain't sure
the boys had in mind
that they were gonna even get
a game together tonight.
You have anything like that
on your mind
for this evening, Wish?
Well, I don't suppose
it'd hurt any.
What do you think, Jim?
Well, yeah, uh, I think
we should be sociable.
What do you think, Toothless?
Uh, never was one to turn down
a friendly get-together.
Well, of course, if you gents
are too tired, we could, uh...
- Uh, Mushy?!
- Yes, sir.
Mr. Tolliver wants to join us
in a little recreation.
See if you can find
that old deck of cards
we use for, uh,
fortunetelling and the like.
Yes, sir.
You want me to get that new deck
you swiped in Abilene?
You smart aleck.
Get going.
(laughs)
I had to get a couple
of the boys out of trouble
in a saloon one night,
and one of 'em had passed out
with a brand new deck
clutched in his hand.
Uh, I never play much myself.
I know what you mean.
Well, shall we find
a nice, level spot?
Go fast!
This, too?
Delightful.
Excuse me.
Mushy?!
Yes, sir.
What's going on?
Come here.
You know that saddle we got
our eye on in Denver, don't you?
Yeah.
Well, get your savings out,
'cause we're gonna
pluck us a chicken.
Got room for one more?
Uh... two...
You just made it.
Thanks, Mr. Tolliver.
Mr. Tolliver?
Oh, come, come, come.
We don't stand on formalities
out here, do we, gents?
(laughs)
You just call me Poke,
and I'll just call you
nine times out of ten.
(Tolliver laughs)
(laughter)
(laughing)
Well, uh, while we're getting
the cards warmed up,
tell me, did you gents
ever hear the one
about the undertaker
who struck gold in a cemetery?
Well, seems that he was out
digging one day,
and he came
across these nuggets.
A whole hat full of them.
Well, of course, right away,
he staked out a claim.
Got everybody all excited.
(laughs)
That is until some, uh, dentist
got a look
at those, uh, nuggets.
(Tolliver laughs)
- Yeah.
-(Rowdy laughs quietly)
(laughter)
Sorry, Poke.
Ladies full,
with a four, that is.
Uh, excuse me, but, uh,
what did you say the name
of this game was?
Well, Dead Man's Bluff.
They play it
all over Texas.
You see, fours are wild,
but only if you have a pair
of treys for openers.
Oh...
(coins clinking)
Sorry, Poke, three lucky tens.
Excuse me, but...
Wildcat revenge, remember?
Sevens are wild,
you got a one-eyed jack.
Learned it in Kansas.
Okay.
Kings.
Three of them.
Well, uh, excuse me,
but, no, we both have kings,
but I've got a ten
and you've got a five.
You remember fives are wild?
Oh, the black five...
it's very simple.
I.
Well, gentlemen, the, uh,
well seems to have
temporarily run dry.
(laughs)
If, uh, you gents
will excuse me
for just a minute.
Uh, keep 'em hot, gents.
I'll be right back
with lady luck.
Well, the Lord loves
a cheerful loser.
Lord loves a cheerful giver
you mean.
It's all the same
in his case ain't it?
You know, he's the richest
burying man I ever did see.
You'd think he had that
black box full of money.
(hums to himself)
Boy, I sure wish he were
going all the way north with us.
Then all the way back south
to Mexico with me.
♪ Aye, di, aha ♪
(grunts)
♪ Ya, da, da, di ♪
♪ Ya, da, da, di ♪
♪ Ya, da, das ♪
(chuckles)
♪ Ya, di, dum ♪
Is it dry?
That's 13 for you, Frank,
and 12 for me.
Fancy Dan undertaker.
Slick-talking himself
into a private game
just like he was a member
of the family.
Grinning all the time
just like he was a cat
with his whiskers in the cream.
Oh, Mr. Wishbone.
I was looking at this catalogue
from Denver.
Quince and Scarlet said
they almost won enough money
last night to buy a saddle.
- Wanna see it?
- No, I don't wanna see it.
I thought maybe you might
wanna pick something out
for yourself.
How much did you win?
Well, it's none of your
business.
Besides, I got
better things to do
than sit around all night
playing poker.
Now get back over to that wagon
and finish loading it.
But I already loaded it.
Well, unload it,
and load it again.
Look at him.
Polishing that thing like he was
going to a parade or something.
Yeah, that was funny.
Remember when I laid that
Kentucky flush
over the top of his two pair?
I swear I thought he was gonna
turn purple
and flop over in a dead faint.
It's pretty funny all right.
Of course I can't say too much
for them jokes of his.
Always talking about
cemeteries and funerals.
Oh, that don't bother me none.
He can flap my ears
right off the seams
as long as he kept
sugaring the pot.
Got me $20 closer
to that new saddle.
Yeah, I hope we have time enough
set up another game
before we head for town.
Gentlemen having trouble
cooling your coffee?
- No, sir.
- Morning.
All right, let's move out.
(clears throat)
Ah, Mr. Favor.
Good morning, sir.
What's left of it.
Just a few quick touches
before the day's journey.
Cleanliness, uh, is next
to godliness, you know?
Yeah.
We should reach the cut off
to Rock City
this afternoon.
That is of course provided
we get started sometime today.
(chuckles)
You going with us?
Why, yes indeed, sir.
Right away.
In fact, sir, I am with you
shoulder to shoulder.
Right away, sir.
Right away.
You missed a good game
last night.
Well, not from
what Wishbone said.
Well, he's a little sour.
He's the only one who lost.
Besides the little burying man.
He lost real good.
Of course Quince and Scarlet,
they took most...
Hey...
♪♪
We're getting
all kinds of company.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hello.
We were taking a shortcut
over that hill,
and drove right up
on a pack of Cheyennes.
They were almost as surprised
to see us as we were.
- Did you see them?
- Six of them.
You see more?
Well, I didn't take any extra
time to count them.
Lucky for us we saw your herd.
Are you the owner?
Trail boss, Gil Favor.
How do you do?
My name's Striker,
Cole Striker,
and this is Miss Georgia.
Ma'am.
Uh, Rowdy Yates.
Pleasure.
We were on our way to Rock City.
I'm in the banking business,
and I was just going over there
to check on some investments.
Uh, Miss Georgia's
a school teacher.
She's considering a job
in Rock City.
I didn't even know they had
a school house over there.
You usual cut across
Indian country
when you take your business
trips, Mr. Striker?
No, not, not usually.
I was trying to save some time,
but, uh, looks like
I made a mistake.
I wonder if you'd mind
letting us ride along with you
until we get
a little closer to town?
Well, we travel slow.
You wouldn't save any time.
Well, even if we don't...
I'm sure Miss Georgia
would feel a lot better
with a few more men around.
Now don't you be silly, Cole.
You know a young girl
is never safe
around such handsome men.
Yeah.
Well, my men got 3,000 cows
to keep 'em busy.
You go along with us
you'll have to stick close,
watch out for yourselves.
Of course.
Whatever you say, Mr. Favor.
They can ride in the back
there with Tolliver.
Tolliver?
He owns
that burying wagon there.
You'll ride with him
to Rock City.
Well, I'm looking forward to it.
Thank you very much,
Mr. Favor.
(chuckles)
Now with just a little more
effort those Cheyennes
could've scared us up
a whole wagon train.
Yeah, well, at least they're
sending us
more interesting wagons.
Oh, sure.
Well, well, well,
if it isn't little,
old Poke Tolliver.
You forgot to say good-bye,
Poke.
(nervous laugh)
If you don't look a sight.
Well, I had you fooled
for a minute though.
Bet you never knew how
fancy I could look
all duded up, did ya?
You look like you're
prime for a funeral.
Your funeral.
All right, n-now, wait a minute.
Now let's all
just talk this over.
Sure, Poke, sure.
That's just
what we're gonna do, talk.
Right after everybody leaves.
(cows mooing)
Come to think about it, Cole,
we did hear something about
a fancy, little undertaker
playing it big in every saloon
between here and St. Louis,
didn't we?
We sure did.
Just like he was painting
the trail for us.
Listen, as a matter of fact,
I was gonna head back
St. Louis when I broke a wheel.
You see, I've been working
on this new deal.
You've been working,
that's for sure.
All dressed up in them
funeral duds,
and squirming like
a trap-sprung rat.
Oh, Georgia, honey,
after all we've meant
to each other?
I got a short memory.
But not me, Tolliver.
There's some things
I never forget.
You ran out on our deal.
And with my plates.
Listen, that is what
I have been trying
to explain to you, Striker.
I got a whole new set up.
It's perfect.
The press is inside
the hearse, you see?
We can print 'em and keep
right on moving.
It's easy,
Look, we can go back
to St. Louis, and before
you know it...
STRIKER:
No deal, little man.
The plates are going back,
but not you.
Now get 'em.
Now get 'em.
Just get 'em, that's all.
FAVOR:
Striker, Tolliver.
You better play it good.
You call this sticking close?
Why, I'm sorry, Mr. Favor.
We, we were just getting
acquainted
with your other guest.
Weren't we, Mr. Tolliver?
Mr. Tolliver's
such a fascinating man
that we just completely forgot
about keeping up, Mr. Favor.
Cheyenne's ain't too particular
about stragglers.
Make up your mind.
You staying with the herd
or ain't ya?
Absolutely, Mr. Favor.
Absolutely.
I'm a firm believer
in the old rule, uh,
together we stand,
divided we don't.
You won't have to worry
about Pomeroy K. Tolliver
any more, sir.
No, sir.
I am a joiner not a follower.
Right away, sir.
Right away.
Get on, get.
Now what?
Well, now we do exactly what
Mr. Favor wants us to do.
Stay close.
Poke's not going
anywhere without us.
♪♪
♪♪
Hyah! Hyah!
♪♪
Hyah! Hyah!
You idiot!
What do you think
you're trying to do!
Whoa! Whoa!
♪♪
(laughs)
Tolliver's team's
getting away from him.
Holy smoke!
Our poker game!
Yeah!
♪♪
Hyah! That-a-boy!
Giddyap! Hyah! Come on! Hyah!
Leave me alone!
Go! Go back, you...
Hyah!
Go!
Hyah!
Whoa!
(whistling)
Whew! That was a close one.
Something spook
your team, Mr. Tolliver?
I guess you're mighty glad
we happened to see you,
Mr. Tolliver,
or you might've wound up
20 miles away.
20 miles.
Oh, now, don't you worry,
Mr. Tolliver,
we'll keep a close watch
on you from now on.
Yeah, you bet. Now, you
just sit back there and rest.
We're gonna lead you
back to the herd.
Uh... th-th-thank you.
♪♪
(cattle lowing)
(lively chatter)
(Wishbone shouts)
Now, you're just
gonna have to stand back
and get out of my way!
I can only be
one place at a time,
and you're gonna get it a
lot sooner if you let me do it!
You feeling better now?
Just fine, thank you.
It certainly was
a terrible scare
with Mr. Tolliver and all,
wasn't it?
Yeah. I guess he ain't too much
at skinning a team.
You probably don't see
too much excitement
being a schoolteacher, do you?
Teaching school isn't
supposed to be exciting.
Well, I guess you're right.
Uh... do you teach
anything special?
I mean, subject-like?
Most everything.
Wouldn't you say
that's what a schoolteacher's
supposed to do, Mr. Yates?
Well, I guess
that depends on the teacher.
I'd give it a lot more thought
if I had a teacher like you.
You're a little old for lessons,
aren't you, Mr. Yates?
Oh, no, never too old
to brush up a bit.
I was kind of thinking, um...
on my way back,
maybe I'd swing by Rock City.
My arithmetic's getting
a little... rusty.
You just do that.
I'll make sure you get
a front-row seat.
I may even let you
erase the blackboard.
Ooh!
Yeah, well...
I'm gonna hold you
to that, teacher.
TOLLIVER (whispers):
Georgia! Back here.
Georgia.
Georgia, back here.
You got something to say,
you better say it fast.
Shh, shh, shh.
Don't let Striker hear you.
Why not?
You're not going anywhere.
Now, I could, with your help.
My help?
Honey, for you it'd be
like rolling off a rock.
Now, a couple of these
in Striker's coffee,
and we could be long gone
before he even knows.
(scoffs)
I got to hand it to you, Poke,
you got imagination.
But this time it ran out
of ammunition.
Georgia, I've
got it all worked out.
Now, once we head to California,
we set up a new front,
just the two of us,
50-50 split,
-right down the middle.
Mm-hmm.
Just like in St. Louis.
Aw, th-that was
a minor miscalculation.
Minor?!
Selling shares to a goldmine
right smack in the middle
of the Mississippi River?
...I never could figure out
how I slipped up on that one.
Anyway, that was yesterday; it's
tomorrow that counts, right?
N-Now, just think about it,
just think about it, honey.
The Barbary Coast.
Your name up on top
of them billboards again.
Maybe even Knob Hill.
Honey, maybe we could even
get married, huh?
Now, isn't that sweet.
A proposal.
Right here in the middle
of 3,000 cows.
Little violin music
and a mixed choir
and the setting
would be complete.
Honey, maybe I didn't
make myself clear.
Like a window, honey.
This is Georgia, remember?
The bright-eyed idiot
you dumped
when you took off
with those plates.
But I only ran away
because of you!
Look, all I needed was
the right kind of a setup.
and I knew I'd never make it
with Striker around.
Honey, I was gonna send for you,
I swear I was.
Oh, sure you were.
That's why it took Cole and me
four months to run you down.
Aw, Georgia...
Save your breath, buryin' man.
You're gonna need it
for the services.
Services?
I might even send you flowers,
for old times' sake.
Well, that ain't enough
to feed a sick rabbit.
You're lucky to be getting
anything at all
after all I been through!
That black-suited little Jasper
trying to run me down,
and all you think about's
your bellies!
Now, wait a minute, Wishbone,
that was a pure accident.
Mr. Tolliver's team just
run off with him, that's all.
Eh! More likely,
he was trying to run me down
for business
for that black box of his!
Now, what's that for?
Oh, uh, well, Mr. Tolliver
don't feel too good.
(groans):
Oh...
Move along, there's others.
Now, how much do you think
you'd like to have?
Next man!
I thought you said you
saw him heading this way.
I did. Maybe
he's in the hearse.
Oh... l-l thought
you were somebody else.
Here you go, Mr. Tolliver.
Put something in your gullet
and settle your nerves.
I-I just-just lost my appetite.
Oh, now, that's all right.
Once we get to town,
you'll feel a lot better.
Sure, Mr. Tolliver.
Nothing like
a little game of poker
to take the edge off
of a man's upsets.
Oh, you bet.
Come on, how, eat.
You had me worried,
Mr. Tolliver.
That was a close call
you had out there today.
Maybe you ought to be a little
more careful from now on, hm?
Something like that
could get you killed.
$-Something spooked my horses.
Mm. Yeah.
That's what I heard.
Gents.
(dishes clatter)
Oh, now, you cheer up,
Mr. Tolliver.
Don't give it another thought.
He just wanted to be neighborly.
Neighborly?!
If you boys knew
what that man really wanted...
Uh, wanted.
Excuse me, gents.
Wondering when you were gonna
favor us with a visit again.
You have a nice little scout?
Well, now, you know what they
say about haste making waste.
I took a 30-mile swing,
and it really paid off.
There's good water and graze.
From here to Castle Peak
everything is just great!
Yeah, well, not everything.
Take a look.
Cheyenne.
Oh-ho, how long
they been up there?
Ten minutes is too long,
as far as I'm concerned.
Well, why don't we run 'em off?
It's a free country.
Long as they're doing
nothing but looking,
we ain't gonna do anything
but let 'em.
Why, they're sure interested
in something down here.
Maybe... maybe
they're just interested
in picking up a few strays.
Any case, get a fresh horse
from the remuda
and try and find out
some of the answers--
without starting a ruckus.
Aw...
(singing a tune)
(continues singing a tune)
(stops singing)
Mr. Tolliver?
We're gonna be
pulling out of here
in a little bit, now.
You all right?
Y... Oh, yeah,
I'm fine, fine, yeah.
Uh, don't worry about me.
I'm, um...
uh, I'm looking for
some medicine. (chuckles)
Trying to, uh, you know,
uh, fix my upset stomach.
It's in here some place;
I'll find it.
Uh, can't play poker, gents,
can we, on an upset stomach?
(chuckles)
- Had Wishbone save you a plate.
- won't be needing it.
Something wrong?
Depends on what Clay turns up.
- Not more Cheyennes?
- And a whole lot more.
I want everybody
out on that herd.
And keep your eyes open.
FAVOR:
Hey!
You two riding drag
on that box?
No, sir.
♪ For I am the tinker ♪
♪ The best that there be ♪
♪ I ♪
♪ Roam over hills ♪
♪ And I sing merrily ♪
♪ Tink... ♪
♪ A-linka ♪
♪ Ya-tum ♪
♪ La, te-ya ♪
♪ Ya, ha ♪
♪ In the land can tinker ♪
(humming)
♪ La, ta-ta ♪
♪ Bah-bah, tink, tink ♪
♪ Tinka-linka, tink, tink. ♪
(wagon door squeaking)
Mushy, is that
a pretty interesting catalogue?
Oh, yes, sir, Mr. Wishbone.
I was thinking of buying myself
a new little holster.
Well, you better think
about ordering yourself
a new pair of boots,
'cause you got your feet
in the fire, you idiot.
(yells)
(sighs)
Well, you can turn west
at the Rock City cutoff.
That'll get us out
of Cheyenne country faster.
Yeah, it'll add another day
to the drive.
Mr. Favor, may I see you
for a minute?
Mm-hmm.
I'd like to talk to you,
uh, privately?
This private enough?
(Tolliver clears his throat)
I think
that you gents should, uh...
should see this.
I, uh, found it in my belongings
a few minutes ago.
I collect 'em.
It's, uh... helps identify
customers sometimes.
I thought his name had
a familiar ring to it, sir.
Yeah. Wanted for murder,
robbery, fraud,
blackmail, swindle.
Everything but the payroll.
(laughs)
Well, what are you showing it
to us for?
Well, uh, aren't you going
to arrest him or something?
Arrest him?
My only job is
to get 3,000 beefs to a buyer
quickest and easiest way
possible.
It don't include
wearing a star.
Uh, but he's a crook.
Well, then you tell the sheriff
when you get to Rock City, huh?
Well, yes, but, uh...
FAVOR:
Look, Mr. Tolliver,
I'll try to make it plain.
What with the worrying
about 3,000 cows, Cheyennes,
a couple of dozen odd,
very odd, assorted drovers,
uh, with bad dispositions,
I am not about
to take on any more troubles.
Is that clear enough?
Yeah, but there's $5,000 reward.
Well, then, you collect it
after you leave the herd?
(Tolliver clears his throat)
(wagon door opening)
(sighs)
You can throw it away.
$5,000.
(whistles)
You thinking of, uh,
becoming a bounty hunter?
(mutters)
Hey, look at this.
Comes off.
Ain't even dry yet.
Hmm.
Well, well, well.
You've got an interesting
side line for a burying man.
Could I interest
both of you gents
in a little proposition?
STRIKER: There's a gun
on your back, Mr. Favor.
No, no.
Hey, what's going on?
That's far enough, cookie.
Cookie?!
Did you say something?
(grunts)
It's too bad, Favor.
I was gonna keep this private,
between Poke and me.
Drop the gun belts.
Now move away
from the wagon.
Tolliver and I got
a little business to settle.
Come on out of there.
Right-right a... right-right
away, sir. Right away.
Got those plates here
some place.
I just want to...
- Poke's kind of versatile,
isn't he? -Oh.
He prints all sorts of things.
Phony stock certificates,
phony bills.
Whatever he happens to need.
Or whatever you happen to need.
Mm-hmm.
- That's the way it used to be.
- Ah.
Just the three of us.
Poke printed 'em,
I passed 'em.
And Georgia--
well, she just came along
to help us spend the profits.
FORRESTER:
Mr. Favor?!
(grunts)
(grunting)
(grunts)
- Let go. Give me that!
-(Wishbone grunting)
Give me that.
Let go of me!
(grunting)
- Let go of me!
- You keep this up,
- I'll never make the head
of the class. -(Georgia groans)
GEORGIA:
Let go of me!
(blows landing)
(grunting)
(grunts)
(hoof beats approaching)
Mr. Favor.
We got trouble.
Look up yonder.
All right, take care
of the lady and the gentleman.
All right, you just come
right out of there.
Gladly.
With pleasure.
I think that's Clay up there.
Hey, he got loose.
You better take another look.
Looks like
they turned him loose.
Half the Cheyenne nation's
on those hills.
They want us,
or they want the herd?
They want the one
with the stovepipe hat.
Uh, uh, me?
FORRESTER:
You.
Maybe you'd better start
all over again.
Well, apparently,
they've been tracking you
ever since you picked him out.
Now, this is kind of crazy,
but, uh,
their old chief is dying,
and they want to give him
a special honor or something.
Oh, that's his son
up there running things.
Well, what's that got
to do with Tolliver?
Well, they want him
and his burying wagon
to give the chief
a white man's funeral.
What?
I'm only telling you
what they told me.
All he has to do is
carry the chief
out at the burying grounds
in that thing there, and
there won't be any trouble.
And if he don't?
Well, if we don't
send him up there,
they're gonna come down here
and take him... and the herd
and everybody else here.
Uh...
Where do you think
you're going?
Excuse me
just a moment, please.
Uh, excuse me, gentlemen.
Now, uh, I'm not exactly
a burying man,
but, um, did I understand
this gentlemen to say
that there would be no violence,
either before the funeral
or after,
in the event
that I was available, I mean?
Well?
Well, now, sir,
I'm not too... fond
of this type of service,
but under the circumstances,
I would be willing
to sacrifice my own safety
to see that the rest of you
were secured
from absolute destruction.
Uh, if you wouldn't mind
pointing that thing
in the other direction, please.
Uh, it's very generous
of you, Mr. Tolliver.
We better do something.
They ain't gonna sit up there
all day, you know.
All right, Tolliver,
get on with the burying.
Oh, one thing.
Yes, sir.
You ever let me see that face
of yours again,
I will break off
both of your arms,
pound you into the ground
right up to that stovepipe hat.
Like I said, Mr. Favor,
you are a true Galahad
of the open plains.
(laughs)
Georgia, honey, if you ever get
to San Francisco, look me up.
And Cole,
look on the bright side.
They tell me
the food in these Western
penal institutions
is wonderful.
Oh, Tolliver?
TOLLIVER:
Yeah.
One last thing.
The plates?
Uh, the plates?
The plates.
Oh, the-the plates.
Of course, of course.
I was, uh...
(clears throat)
...just, uh,
keeping them, uh, safe. Look.
Yeah, sure. Now, you'd better
get that box rolling
before I bend these
over your head.
Yeah, right away, sir.
Right away.
Oh, that Indian will get
a first-class burial, sir.
You won't have to worry
about a thing.
I'm going right
to the top of that hill.
I'm... gonna... (soft groan)
Uh, excuse me, sir, but, uh,
did they happen to mention
anything about, uh,
paying for the services?
(gasps)
All right, all right.
(clears throat)
Yeah-dap, yeah.
(Rowdy laughs)
Now, Quince, Scarlet,
take those two
into the sheriff's office
at Rock City.
Rowdy, you'll go with 'em.
- Oh...
- Deliver these.
Really?
And make sure none of Tolliver's
poker money is spent.
Well, I knew it.
Just too good to be true.
Let's get cracking.
We got a day to make up.
After you, Teacher.
All right, boy, let me look.
Hey, Mr. Wishbone?
What?
What do they call
that Indian money?
Wampum. Anybody knows that.
I bet that Mr. Tolliver sure
gets a lot of counterfeit wampum
circulating around here
before too long.
Get up there
and finish loading that wagon.
You're not hurt.
Now get going.
Wampum. Whoever heard
of counterfeit wampum?
(clears throat)
Yo.
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)