Rawhide (1959–1965): Season 5, Episode 18 - Incident at Crooked Hat - full transcript

♪ 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)

Take a good look, squaw man,

while you still got eyes to see.

(chuckles)

Store-bought hemp.

Never could depend on it.



Myself, I get me a good,
wet strip of rawhide.

Never let you down.

You got anything to say,
you say it now.

It's your right.

My right, Mr. wagon master?

Well, now that's
downright surprising,

seeing as how you folks told
this child flat-out

he didn't even have
the right to be alive.

You're wasting
your time, Sanders.

He's no more than an animal.

You got to treat him like one.

One thing.

You sodbusters may
plow me under this day,

but remember this:
I'll let you do it.

I'll let you play-act out
your big-city trial.

Give me six inches of steel,

I'd skin out
every last son of you,

not even raising a sweat.

You'll raise a sweat
at the end of this rope.

Bring that horse.

Hey, Rowdy, look.

Please, my father,
they're going to hang him.

You've got to help.

There's no time.

Please, you've got to come.

Toothless, tell Mr. Favor.

Let's go.

Might as well get it done, Lafe.

An eye for an eye, squaw man.

You for my son.

(horses approaching)

Father!

You can't do this.

You can't kill him.

You stay out of this, girl.

Man's right, Sara May.

This ain't no sight
for them eyes of yours to see.

Maybe she won't have
to see nothing.

Now, look here, mister,
whoever you are.

Name's Yates.

I'm ramrod with the herd
over the hill here.

Well, Mr. Ramrod Yates,

this don't concern you
or your herd.

Now put them guns down.

You show me a badge,
and I'll do that, mister.

(chuckles)
Yeah, you tell him, boy.

You tell him.

Well, Mr. Yates,
my name is Sanders.

I'm wagon master of this outfit.

According to the law
of the trail,

I don't need a badge to conduct
a hearing and hang a murderer.

That's a lie.

He didn't murder anybody.

Please, you've got to stop them.

You may look white, girl,
but as far as I'm concerned,

you're all Indian.

Even worse than that animal
you call a father.

Now you hear this, Mr. Ramrod.

He killed my son,
broke his neck,

kicked him off a cliff
like so much dirt.

He ain't gonna walk away
from that.

Not as long as there's air
enough for me to breathe.

We tried him
according to the book.

There's no doubt
but what he's guilty,

except that...

Except what?

Well, he never once tried
to defend himself.

He just sat back

and laughed
at the whole proceedings.

Well, look, there's a marshal
up at Bridger's Ford.

Why don't you take him up there?

Let the marshal decide
if he's guilty or not.

Bridger's Ford
is 50 miles north.

We're traveling west.

We can't afford to lose
all that time.

We're two days behind as it is.

Well, our outfit's going
by Bridger's Ford.

He could ride along with us.

He murdered my son.

He deserves killing now.

I'd think twice
about that, mister.

You know, it's downright simple
to hang a man

just because
you think he's guilty.

Lafe, maybe they're right.

You ain't gonna let them
buffalo you?

No, no, it's not them.

It's that rope.

My job is pushing wagons,
not playing God.

I think it best
that you take the prisoner

and go along with Yates
and your trail herd.

That way, you'll be on hand
to give sworn testimony

to the marshal
at Bridger's Ford.

All right, we'll do it legal.

Just remember one thing.

You're gonna hang, you hear?

I hear you, mister.

I hear you real good.

Cut him down, boys.

Don't fret yourself, child.

A sodbuster ain't been born
that can curl my corn.

Understand this, Yates,
he's your responsibility.

My responsibility?

It was your idea.

(groans)

You did what?

Well, uh,

I invited him
to come along with us.

Now, wait a minute,
wait a minute.

Uh, let me get this straight.

You-you went in
and you-you broke up a lynching.

Yeah, well, Quince and Scarlet,
they, uh...

Yeah, yeah, and then you
invited the prisoner

to come along with us?

Yeah, well, just as far
as Bridger's Ford, though.

Oh, "just as far
as Bridger's Ford."”

Only 40 miles up the trail.

Well, give or take a few miles.

With a raunchy herd
that's gonna have to tiptoe

every rocky step of the way?

Well, look,
this is only thing I could do

to prevent them
from lynching that old man.

Oh, what are you giving me?

Here, boss, this'll be good
for your indigestion.

You the trail boss?

That's right.
Favor, Gil Favor.

I guess your ramrod told you
why we're here.

(groans) He told me.

Did he tell you
who I got in there?

-(grunts)
- Joshua Green.

Josh Green?

Thought he up
and died five years ago?

He came pretty close today.

Not as close as he's gonna get.

He killed my son, Mr. Favor.

He's gonna pay for that
if I have to kill him myself.

GREEN:
There it is again.

Only way to keep that funnel
you call a mouth shut

is to put a foot in it.

Look, Sara May, cow pushers.

A whole handful of them.

Eh, only difference
between them and sodbusters

is they ride
more than they walk.

Same difference though.

Them and the cows, they just
trample up God's country

until nothing but trails
and signposts.

Hey, you got anything fit
for a real man to drink?

You, fur-face.

Fur-face?

What they got ain't
for the likes of you.

Now, get over here
against this wheel.

Sodbuster,
can't you do nothing but bark?

You do as I say or I'll blow you
to kingdom come

-right here and now.
- Hey.

Anybody gets sent
to kingdom come,

I'll do the sending.

Well, now,

appears we got us a real
high-country timber wolf here.

Green, let's get something
straight right now, huh?

I don't want you hear any more
than you want to be here,

but since Rowdy agreed to take
you along to Bridger's Ford,

that's where you're going.

Now, you can do it the hard way
or the easy way.

Up to you.

Up against the wheel, huh?

Father, please.

Sure, Sara, anything you say.

Anything at all.

Well?

Yeah, I know, I know.

You couldn't help yourself.

Poor defenseless girl,
it's one of those things.

Brains is king, boy,

up in the mountains.

That comes first.

It's all there is
between you and them.

I took my knife and I stuck it
in that shaman's ear.

And I told the rest of them,
I said, "Now, look,

it's either him or us.”

(chuckles) Well, I'm here
and that medicine man ain't,

so I guess I don't have
to tell you who won, now do I?

I got afeared them sodbusters
might have lifted this,

but I should have knowed better.

Takes a real man to handle
towel's lightning.

Towel's what?

Lightning, boy.

Liquid lightning.

Liver-busting,

kidney-sinking,
bone-burning fire.

Forked right out of the sky,

special
for Joshua Abraham Green.

And friend.

(coughs)

Oh, that's good.

I've heard some tall-talkers
in my time,

but that mountain man
sure takes the ribbon.

It ain't all talk, Rowdy.

Not after all Josh Green's done.

You know, they say

he's the first white man
to cross the Yellowstone.

He's trapped in the Platte River
and traded at Old Ben's Fort

before most people even knew
there was a world

west of the Mississippi.

Weren't for men like him...

This might have been a land fit
for decent folks.

That squaw man ain't human.

He's worse than the Indians
he lives with.

In Green's day,

a man lived by a different code

or he didn't stay alive.

Well, this ain't his day,
not anymore.

Not after what he done.

Exactly what did he do?

It all started with that girl.

That half-breed daughter of his.

She's the one
who got my Lonnie killed.

She got him all het up
playing court to her,

what with her reading books

and talking like some high
and mighty princess.

It's no wonder the boy
went wild for her.

Maybe Lonnie was a little
heavy-handed with the girls,

but that was no reason
for her to sic her pa on him.

Next thing I knew,
Lonnie was dead.

Murdered by that squaw man.

Anybody actually see him
kill the boy?

We didn't have to.

Everyone heard him
threaten the boy.

He don't deny it.

Still don't prove he's guilty.

FAVOR:
It's getting late.

We've got a lot of miles
to cover tomorrow.

Better get some sleep.

I'll do my sleeping
after we get to Bridger's Ford.

Now, Rowdy,

grief can make a man say
a lot of things the wrong way.

Better not get in too deep.

Really tain't none
of your business.

I was hoping you'd come over.

I-I wanted to thank you
for what you did for me

and for my father.

It might be just delaying that,
you know?

At least he'll get
a fair hearing.

That's all I ask.

If only I'd left
the convent sooner.

Then we'd have been more...

The convent?

My mother was a Shoshone,
Mr. Yates.

And after she died,

my father thought
I'd be better off

with the sisters in St. Louis
than with her people.

That was nine years ago.

Yeah, well...
what are you doing way out here?

I decided to become a novice.

When my father came back
to say good-bye,

when I looked at him,
I-l just knew

that I couldn't let him come
out here

all by himself all alone.

So I, I told him I wanted
to come out with him,

take care of him.

You take care of him?

Seems like he's been doing
a pretty fair job

of taking care of himself.

How, Mr. Yates?

By using the mountain code
instead of the Bible?

Living by the survival
of the fittest

instead of by the Commandments?

No. No, I talked him into
taking the job

as scout for the wagon train.

Maybe even opening
a trading post

when we got out to California.

If only I'd come out
to him sooner.

Yeah. These mountain men,
they're kind of hard to change.

You know, out here in
this big wild country,

that civilized standard
don't mean too much.

Oh, that may have been true
once, but not anymore.

No, the country is catching up
with him,

and I mean to see that it
doesn't pass him by.

(coyote howls in distance)

(coyote howls)

One sound out of you, sodbuster,
and I'll cut off your head.

Now fish out that key
and unlock us.

Now take it off.

(blow lands)

Quiet now.

- How'd you...?
- Shh! .

Just take what you need.
We're getting out of here.

(coyote howls)

(gasps)

Just a little knock on
the head.

He'll be up and cussing
in no time. Come on.

He tripped me
and he pinned me.

That's all I remember.

Just take it easy now, Thomas.

I'm quiet.

Senor Favor, two of our best
horses, Senor, they're gone.

It's my fault.
I should have heard.

Well, you can't hear grass grow,
Hey Soos.

I've got to go after him.

You're not going anywhere,
not with that head.

That's my job.
I'll go after him.

It's the law's job
to pick up Green, not yours.

Look, by the time we get
to Bridger's Ford,

his trail will be cold.
Nobody will get him.

Like I said,
it's the law's problem.

Wish, you stay with Tom.
All right, all right!

♪♪

♪♪

Sure you can't eat no more?

I got another piece to roast
if you want that one.

It's good for you.

No, thank you.

Sara...

you worried about something?

I mean, why, you been silent
as a stone

ever since we hightailed it out
of that camp.

It was wrong, Father.

Was it right to let them
sodbusters talk me

into a high walk on
a short rope?

It's done, girl. Now just put it
out of your mind.

Well, maybe I can forget,
but what about the law?

The law? (chuckles)

It'll take a sight more
than a little word like that

to run down Josh Green.

Yes, sir, a sight more.

Wrong, Green.

Mr. Yates!

All it took was a good horse.

(Green chuckles)

Sure never expected
to see you, boy.

Takes a real hunk of man

to track down ol' Josh in
these rocks.

Get your gear.
We're moving out.

In the dark? (chuckles)

What chance you think you have
against me out there

where only my eyes can see?

You better wait till sunup.

That way, the odds
will even out some.

All right, that's a good idea.

We'll wait till sunup.

Always did favor a sensible man.

Uh, I got a nice chunk of meat
over that fire.

Smells good, don't it?

No, sir, there's nothing like a
nice fat meat slow-roasted.

Sticks to your ribs.

Why don't you go ahead, boy?
What are you waiting for?

Make sure you bite into that
side away from the fire.

You don't want to burn
your tongue out.

Not yet anyways.

Don't thank me, boy.

I'm just fattening you up
for the kill.

Father!

Oh, Sara,
I was just joshing him.

Don't you pay no mind
to the growls of an old man.

Why don't you go fetch
a little kindling?

I'll keep Yates here company.

The way I see it, boy,
you got two choices.

Now either you hightail it out
of here right now,

or you start digging
yourself a grave.

Yeah, well, the way I see it,
you got those same two choices.

You can either go out of here
headfirst or feetfirst.

It's up to you.

Too bad. Sure do hate to see
a man cut off in his prime.

What about your daughter?
You care about her, don't you?

You won't do anything
if you know it means losing her.

She'll be asleep, boy.

She won't even know
what happened.

She'll wake up,
and you'll be gone.

(laughs)

It's gonna be a long night, boy.

I ain't never yet seen the time

I couldn't outlast a man
staying awake.

Now, any time you decide
to catch a few winks,

you go right ahead.

I'll be right here waiting.

Waiting to tuck you in.

I thought you was asleep sure.

Seems like nobody's gonna
sleep tonight.

(chuckles)

You got spunk, boy.
I like that.

You might have made it all right
in my time.

I mean, a man could walk
tall in them days.

Him, sky and rocks
as far as the eye could see.

And some room to swing around
and holler up to heaven.

Bring on your Blackfeet,
your Mandan, your Sioux.

I'll fight for my hunk
of mountain.

The devil take the horns.

'Cause a man who can't stand
tall ought not to live!

Father, you've
got to understand.

Those days,
they're-they're gone.

For good.

Maybe for some,
but not for Josh Green.

We're gonna live
them days again.

Gonna find me a mountain,
for just me and my girl.

For Sara.

After Bridger's Ford,
when the law says you can go.

The law?

Up here, boy,
a man's his own law.

Yeah, a mountain
like the old days.

With white water
so thick with beaver

you pluck 'em out by
the scruff of the neck.

(chuckles)

At rendezvous time,

you'd trade your plues
for gold, and...

and pretty trinkets...

shiny beads...

and for cloth
the color of a rainbow,

all for your woman.

Rain whispering on leaves.

That was your mother's name.

Pretty name.

Prettiest girl I ever seen.

Shoshones always was
fine-looking women.

She was more than that,
she was...

gentle.

Soft, like...

like a fawn that stepped
out of the dark forest

into the firelight.

Proud day when I put
my blanket around her

and made her my squaw.

(sighs)

Rain Whispering on Leaves.

You were a good girl.

Good wife.

None better.

Come down out of the...
show of winter.

There you were in the lodge,
waiting for me.

With a fire to
thaw out my bones, and...

and a smile to...

(sighing deeply)

...warm this child's
black heart.

(sighs)

I'm sorry, Mr. Yates.

I'm so sorry for everything.

Now please go on back,
while you still can.

I can't. I gotta take him back.

Help me take him back,
will you, Sara?

For his own good.
It's his only chance.

Help you?
I can't even help myself.

He expects me to be like her.

My mother.

(laughs)

A silent little maiden
who worships him.

Who tends his lodge,

who skins his hides.

- Cooks his meat.
-(wolf howling)

Ah, it's just a mountain wolf.

He won't come around
here with a fire.

Well, I keep telling
myself that,

but I don't believe it.

And I never will.

My life is-is made up of
four walls, Mr. Yates.

Four walls around a feather bed,
books, music.

Where-where people laugh,

and where mountain wolves exist

only in bad dreams,
soon forgotten.

Ever since we
left your camp, ll...

I knew that no amount of
pretending to be

the ideal Indian daughter
could ever change what I am.

Or what he is.

Yeah.

Well, you gotta stop running
before it's too late.

For both of you.

I can't stop an avalanche.

Neither can you.

Well, you'd better
get some sleep.

You'll need it.

(sighs)

(gravel crunches)

Think I'd have waited this long
if I didn't have Sara with me?

She's all that's
keeping you alive, boy.

Well, you'd better wake her up.

I want to get started
over that mountain.

Bad country, boy.

Well, we save
ten miles that way.

Pick up the herd
this side of Bridger's Ford.

Long way to Bridger's Ford.

Long way.

Hard things can happen to a man
on a mountain trail like that.

What are you scared about
going back for, huh?

What I told my girl's the truth.

Why don't you
show her the truth,

instead of just telling her?

If you're innocent,
the law'll protect you.

I don't need no law
to protect me.

I've been doing it myself
for almost 50 years.

Like I said, a man's his own law
up in them rocks.

Well, things have changed.

Things are a lot different now.

I remember a few years ago,

there was a kid with our outfit
was shot in the back

at some Red Dog saloon.

The killer disappeared,
and all we could do is

put a daisy in his hand
and plant him in the ground.

Well, things are
a lot different now.

If you didn't kill Thomas's boy,
the law'll free you.

I don't need no judge and jury

to tell me whether
I go free or not.

I was born free.

I am free.

And that's the end of it.

Yeah, well, what about Sara?

You going to let her go through
the rest of her life

being hunted like an animal?

Now look, boy, I'm telling you
for the last time,

you leave Sara and me alone!

Now get on your horse and
put this mountain behind you,

and don't never look back!

I gave my word,
and you're going back.

Well, I guess that tears
the rag off the bush.

One of us is gonna die, boy.

Just as sure as
night follows day,

one of us is gonna die.

♪♪

♪♪

Good place here,
for your night camp.

We're pushing on.

You're gonna kill
your horses, boy.

All right.
All right, we'll rest.

Sara?

This is one tired little girl.

Too bad she can't
lie down for a spell.

I didn't say she
couldn't lie down.

I'll build a fire.

We'll rest...

one hour, no longer.

Why don't you catch yourself
a little nap, boy?

Just close your eyes,

and your troubles
will be all over.

(Josh chuckles)

(speaking Kiowa)

Buffalo Horn!

Why, you old cross-eyed bandit!

(speaking Kiowa)

(Josh laughs)

Look at you!

You're skinnier
and uglier than ever!

(laughs)

This old Kiowa bandit was
the blood-thirstiest murderer

I ever fought with.

'Course, that was
more than 30 years ago.

We're friends now.

Ain't we, you miserable old
horse-stealing murderer!

(laughs)

(speaking Kiowa)

(speaking Kiowa)

(Josh laughs)

The power of friendship.

And he didn't give
the rifle back.

Be grateful, boy.

Old Josh wasn't along, you'd be
missing a hunk of hair by now.

(footsteps approaching)

Easy, boy.

Let 'em look around.

Old Buffalo Horn wants to be
sure there's nothing to steal

that'd be worth breaking up
a friendship over.

♪♪

(speaking Kiowa)

He wants to parley.

(speaking Kiowa)

We got trouble, boy.

Them brands on your horses,

he figures you're from
a fair-sized trail herd.

The remuda of a trail herd

would be worth breaking up
any friendship over.

He's sure reading a lot
into a brand, ain't he?

Well, he ain't nobody's fool,
boy.

He's a chief.

I notice your old friend
gave you the rifle back.

That's right.

And my old friend just decided

to camp out on
that ridge above us.

And tomorrow,
he's gonna shadow you

all the way back to your herd.

Looks like you're gonna have

to lead him away
from Bridger's Ford.

That is if you want to save 'em.

Yeah, well, who's to say

we're gonna be here
in the morning anyway?

Don't try and move 'em out.

You can't see them, but they
can see you, all right.

Be a pair of eyes
watching us all the time.

Might as well stretch out
your bones, boy.

It's gonna be a long night.

♪♪

Boy, that was just about
the worst thing...

(footsteps approach)

Stand quiet.

Don't even blink.

(speaking Kiowa)

(replies in Kiowa)

(speaking Kiowa)

You're lucky, boy.
It was a close one.

That Kiowa's hopping mad.

Ain't gonna be easy to smooth
down his tail feathers.

It was his favorite son
you just laid out.

Your daughter's asleep
now, Green.

It's just you and me.

You can stop giving me
those lies.

The last man that said stuff
like that to ol' Josh

is still hanging head down
over a slow fire.

Buffalo Horn didn't read
anything into those brands.

You told him.
You cut him in on our herd.

That the way you got it figured,
huh, boy?

That's right. Just like that
farmer had it figured.

An eye for an eye.

Anybody got in the middle,

the great Josh Green
would bury him shallow.

And walks on the grave, right?

Yeah, you know.
You're the know-it-all, boy.

Everything. You got the whole
life all figured out

down to the last beavertail,
huh?

You don't know nothing, boy.
Not nothing!

You ain't lived, boy, till you,
till you walked this mountain,

till you breathed this air!

Till you lie on this earth!

This is the only kind
of life, boy.

That's the kind of life
they killed.

The kind of life they took
away from me.

Man can't follow the beaver
no more.

Beaver are gone.

They keep coming,
mile after mile of them,

in covered wagons.

Hatchet-faced sodbusters that
slobber over the land!

Grabbing, quarreling,
psalm-singing hypocrites!

Called you a "squaw man"
'cause you took a Shoshone wife.

Call your daughter a half-breed,

like they was cutting her
with a whip!

These are the Kind of good
people I had to tip my hat to

to make a living
for my daughter!

Belly-crawling scout.
That's all I could do.

I wasn't a free man no more.

Yeah, I sicced them Kiowas
on your herd!

Father, you can't mean that!

Why not? Them cowpushers
don't mean nothing to me.

Besides, the way it stands now,
it's either them or us.

Father, let him go!

Father!

(Sara gasps)

Girl, what you want
to do that for?

Your shoulder!

Just, it's just chewed up a bit.

Hardly more than a heavy itch.

I had to do it.
I couldn't let you...

I know, girl, I know.

Now you don't pine on it, girl.

Don't never pine on something
you had to do.

You were right, you know?
Just like your ma.

She, she let go at me once
with an old muzzleloader,

keep me from slicing up
some no-good Frenchie.

It was a good thing that, that
old cannon misfired. (chuckles)

Yates, it appears to me
I got me a few fences to mend.

Get the horses.

Help me up, girl.

(Sara grunting)

Oh, now, never mind about that.

There's something I got.

I've been saving this for years.

Time now for you to have it.

Your mother gave it to me.

It's a...
Shoshone medicine charm.

Protects the one you love.

Yeah, it's yours.

Might be it'll make up

for the kind of father you
wanted but never got.

(Sara sobbing)

Now come on. Come on now.

All right now, move out.

Oh, one thing, boy.

That boy on the wagon train,
I didn't kill him.

Oh, I had a mind to,

but things he said
about my Sara,

what he was gonna do.

I didn't need to.

When he seen me coming,
he tried to run.

Flew off that rock like
a newborn bird.

It clean busted his neck.

Why didn't you tell them that?

I get on my knee to nobody.

Besides, they wouldn't listen
to a squaw man.

Father, they...

Now look, move out!

You're coming with us.

How far do you think you'd get

if somebody didn't slow
them Kiowas up a might?

You can't do that
all by yourself.

Look, all I'm gonna do
is have another little party

with my old friend Buffalo Horn.

Now there's nothing wrong
with that.

Look, boy, if you care anything

at all about that daughter
of mine,

you'll get her out of here
and fast!

Now look, I'll meet you
this side of Bear Lake.

Now move!

Go, go!

♪♪

We got some talking
to do, friend.

I want to make a little wager
with you;

that ol' Buffalo Horn dies
before ol' Joshua Green.

Even give you odds, six-to-one.

(four gunshots)

We're going back.

No. No, Rowdy, that's the way
he wants it...

alone and on his terms...

the way it's always been.

(cattle lowing)

- Rowdy.
- Hmm?

You want to ride in with the
girl, it's all right by me.

I think maybe she ought to ride
along with Wishbone.

I got to get this herd moving.

I'll be leaving now.

Thanks for your hospitality.

Mr. Thomas, uh, Josh Green
didn't kill your boy, you know?

An accident. He told me
all about it

up there on the mountain.

He saved my life up there,
and I'm grateful to him.

I guess all of us out here
owe men

like Josh Green quite a bit.

If we would have given him
his due respect, maybe,

a little understanding,

this whole accident
might not have happened.

Worth thinking about.

Wishbone will be driving you
into Bridger's Ford.

Sara...

You don't have to say anything.
It's all been said.

Good-bye, Rowdy.

Good-bye... for now.

You never know.

Maybe we'll be walking
down the street in St. Louis,

and you'll have a look up

and I'll be there tipping my hat
at ya.

Git!

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)