Rawhide (1959–1965): Season 5, Episode 2 - Incident of the Portrait - full transcript

One punch from saddle tramp Trask kills a man, who caught Trask breaking into his house for grub. The fugitive signs on as a drover for trail boss Gil, hiding the only item he stole from the family's home - a tiny portrait of the victim's blind daughter Marion. Then the local sheriff catches up with the drive, asking Gil to take along young, pretty Marion, who's now all on her own. Trask's secretiveness troubles the other steer-men, but his hot temper and great strength keep the other cowpokes at bay. He is unwittingly assigned by Favor to drive Marion. They become close friends and Trask wants nothing to hurt Marion further.

- 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 living
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)

♪♪

Yah-hah!

(shouting, laughing)

(whooping)

I

(whooping)



Yee-hah!

Whoa.

(laughing)

Yee-haw! It's cold!

What the...?

Oh, boy.

Winch, you going in?

Winches...

You dead?

Asleep?

Doggone it.

I sure ain't now.

How about you, Wish?

How about me, what?

Going in-- you're always talking
about how you need a bath.

What day is this?

It's Friday.

Well, whoever heard of anybody
taking a bath on Friday?

I think I'll just wait

until the day
the good Lord intended me to.

Shoot.

(laughter)

You find me any worms?

How long you think
we'll be here, Mr. Rowdy?

Well, I don't know, Mush.

We're a good week
ahead of schedule.

Got plenty of grass here.

We might as well fatten 'em up
a bit.

You know,
it don't seem normal, Rowdy.

They have good grass,
good weather,

no worry, nothing wrong.

I don't know.

Well, we're short a man, Quince.

Maybe you can find me
a man out here

in the middle of nowhere, huh?

Morning.

It's been that way since sunup.

Saw your herd
about a quarter mile back.

Figured there must be
fresh water around.

I ran out a day or two ago.

Go ahead, help yourself.

Thanks.

(indistinct chatter)

(men whooping)

You the trail boss?

I'm the ramrod Rowdy Yates.

Say, don't we know each other
from somewhere?

Could be.

John Shepard.

Colonel, don't you remember me?

I was with you
in the summer of '61.

I was Private Yates then.

Yuma prisoner in Arizona.

Shepard,
the Rock of Chancellorsville?

I was at Chancellorsville.

What was a Southerner doing
way out in Yuma?

I was visiting friends
in the Arizona Territory.

When the fighting started
they had Yates and me in irons.

That's the first we knew
there was a war on.

Yeah, that happened
to a lot of us then.

Well, how'd you get
out of Yuma, Mr. Shepard?

ROWDY: He took a broomstick
and carved a gun,

bluffed his way past
half the garrison.

Matter of luck, I'm afraid.

Whatever it was, it's a pleasure
to know you, Colonel.

Jim Quince.

Quince.

Say, uh, Colonel, the way
you used to talk about Virginia

all the time, I'm surprised
to see you this far west.

A man's got to make a living.

The way I feel about the North,

I'm not about to start
making it up there.

Heard you say you could use
another hand riding herd.

We can use you.

Hey, Girard.

I got enough coffee
but for one cup, Quince.

I got here first, so shove off.

Doggone, one thing about you,
you're a dependable cuss.

I ain't never heard you say
a polite word till yet.

Well, don't listen for one.

Well, get out of that shell
and come on, meet a great man.

Might do you some good.

What man?

Colonel John Shepard.

He was the commander
that held Chancellorsville.

I know him better than you do.

Well, come on, then.

I wouldn't spit on his shoes.

I beat my way across Arkansas,
got down to New Orleans.

From there
I caught a boat to Atlanta

and joined up there
with General Lee.

How come you didn't bust out,
Mr. Rowdy?

Shortage of broomsticks.

(laughter)

Nah, he just couldn't give up
that fine prison food.

(laughter)

It's Señor Favor.

Oh, I'll introduce you
to the boss.

Bienvenido, señores.

Ay, qué pasa?

Todo esta bien, señor.

- And you?
- Eh, don't ask.

We ran into some bad news.

Screaming for beef up north.

There's supposed to be three
big herds pushing up behind us.

No more laying around lakes.

Take everything we got
to stay ahead.

Then I have some good news,
señor, we found a new drover.

- Out here? -It was
the purest accident, just luck.

There he is with Senor Rowdy.

His name is Shepard.

His name is what?

John Shepard.

You know him?

Yeah, but not as John Shepard.

I hired a hew man.

So I heard.

This is, uh,
Colonel John Shepard, Mr. Favor.

- Howdy.
- Howdy.

Oh, this here's
Clay Forrester, Colonel.

Hello, Rankin.

Rankin?

Yeah, that's the name he used
up in the Dakotas.

You know him?

Uh, by reputation and smell.

He's a bounty hunter.

Bounty-- w-what are you
talking about?

I have known him
for a long time.

His name is John Shepard.

Am I wrong, mister?

Right as rain.

I was in Deadwood the night you
shot the Pecos Kid in the back.

Hmm.

How much did you make
on the Kid?

The same amount you'd have made
if you'd had the guts

to take him.

Pardon me while I go get sick,

and for once, Wish, it isn't
because of your cooking.

Bounty hunter?

What's the matter, Yates,
you feel like getting sick, too?

I just don't understand why.

Because I don't want
to tire my back picking rags.

Is that reason acceptable
to you?

If I was a ragpicker,
I'd take that as an insult.

Would you now?

Somebody ought to slap a brand
on his face

so's everybody'd recognize him.

Who wants to start
heating the iron-- you?

You?

Or how about you
with your large, fat mouth?

What about the rest of you?

Any of you want to help
cleanse me of my sins?

You're all so righteous looking,

we ought to start
a new religion,

call it the Gospel
according to St. Drover.

(chuckles)

You find something amusing,
trail boss?

Well, uh, let's say I recognize
the group portrait.

You got a comment to make
on my occupation?

Not unless you got one
to make on mine.

CLAY:
Rankin

or Shepard or whatever you're
calling yourself these days.

You're just bound
to start a conversation

with that big, fat mouth
of yours, aren't you?

Rankin, I don't like your kind,
I never have.

What kind am I?

You're a murderer.

I wouldn't talk about murderers
if I were you, Forrester.

I never killed a man
'cause I got panicky,

'cause I was careless,
or because I got drunk.

Man had a price on his head,
I brought him in

the same as any of the rest
of you would have done

if you weren't shaking too bad
to pull the trigger.

Just for the record,

the last man I hunted down was
the Pecos Kid.

That was six months ago.

I'm through with all of that.

Since then
I've been looking for work.

That's why I'm here--
to work at punching cattle.

We move out at sunup,
you'll ride drag.

He's a bounty hunter.

He's worse than that.

He's an animal without any
feelings, without any insides.

Girard.

There's a couple of herds
on our trail.

I want you to backtrack,
find out how many and how close.

- Now?
- Now.

Well, looks like we're gonna be
working together again

after all, Yates.

Yeah.

Just how in the world do you
figure a man like that anyway?

Rock of Chancellorsville--
what happened?

What happened to make him
give up bounty hunting?

Who said he quit, except him?

If he hasn't quit,
that brings up

a mighty interesting question.

Who's he after?

(cattle lowing,
men calling to cattle)

What's the matter?

They're stringed out
like a clothesline.

Just don't seem
to want to move.

Who's out driving
beside Shepard?

Quince, Scarlet
and Jenkins.

Hmm.

(whistling,
men calling to cattle)

(men calling to cattle)

(cattle lowing)

(men calling to cattle)

(men calling to cattle)

Shepard, where is everybody?

What in the Sam Hill
are they doing back there?

I imagine they were afraid
of getting their backs to me.

Oh, fork.

You been holding down
this section all by yourself?

Yeah. Any objections?

No. You're doing fine.

You didn't hear me

when I said we're gonna
pick up this snail's pace?

Well, we've been doing
a little talking, Mr. Favor.

You've been doing a...?

Well, now, that explains it.

I wondered
what you've been doing.

You sure ain't been working.

Mr. Favor, we want you
to get rid of Shepard.

FAVOR:
Wha... What?

We want you to get rid of him.

FAVOR:
I heard, I heard.

We don't have to work
with murderers.

Weren't too squeamish
to shake his hand

when he first came into camp.

Yeah, well,
I never close my eyes

all night
on account of him.

Aw. All right, all right.

Now suppose
he is still collecting bounty.

Got a price
on your head, Jim?

No.

- FAVOR: Scarlet?
- Nope.

Well, just the same,
you ought to get rid of him.

What for?

He's the only man
in the whole drive

who's pulling his weight.

Anything more to say?

I guess not.

(men calling to cattle)

(cattle lowing,
men calling to cattle)

(horse sputters,
cattle lowing)

-(Favor sighs)
- What do you think?

You think
Shepard's still hunting?

Well, I ain't seen him
shoot nobody yet.

He ain't had much
of a chance to.

Jump one of our men,
he'd have the whole crew on him.

Well, I'd ask you
the same question I asked them.

Figure you got a bounty
on your head?

Who knows? Everybody's got
something in their past

they're a little ashamed of.

Well, then,
who are you to judge him?

Nobody.

Don't give a blood nickel

what a man's done
before I hire him.

As long as he does his job,
it's good enough for me.

Shepard does a good job.

Well, I agree, but you're still
gonna have trouble with the men.

Then we'll give 'em trouble
right back, huh?

(cattle lowing)

(cattle lowing)

(crickets chirping)

Here.

What's this? Deluxe service?

Can't let a man starve,
any man.

Set it down and get out.

I take it back.

There are some
I'd let starve.

Cottonmouth bite that fella,

the poor snake get blowed up
and die.

Well, you said the same thing

about Girard yesterday,
Wishbone.

Come to think about it, though,

they are two of a kind.

Does, uh, anybody know anything
about Senor Girard?

Where he worked?
Where he came from?

- No. -No.
-(overlapping chatter)

I sure don't.

You know, talking about Girard,

a kind of funny thing
happened yesterday.

I was down at the lake,
and Girard come by.

He didn't see me,
but he looked all around,

then he threw something
in the water.

- Probably a couple of Wishbone's
biscuits. -(laughs)

Oh, you're so funny,
why don't you go on the stage?

Well?

Well, it didn't sink right away.

So, you fished it out.

No, it was floating
right there in front of me.

Well, come on.
What was it?

It was an undershirt.

A what?

Yeah, an undershirt
with the name Graceman

printed across the back of it.

Graceman?

What's Graceman?

It's a prison
just outside Deadwood.

That's why Girard almost
jumped out of his skin

when he saw Shepard yes...

Sure. He knows him, all right.

Know the name of Rankin
up in the Dakotas.

You figured he escaped?

Maybe he's the one
Shepard's after.

Yeah, if he is, why didn't
Shepard follow himself?

Maybe he's waiting
for a better time.

One thing's sure.

Nobody could be
as mean as Girard

without his hiding something.

Something in his past,
Mr. Wishbone?

Yeah, something in his past.

Like the time when you poisoned
all them people.

What's this?

What are you talking about?

Well, that-that time in Missouri

when you poisoned
that whole farm full of men.

WISHBONE:
I never did.

Now, where did you hear that?

Well, you told me
in your sleep last night.

Uh. And you listened?

Well, you kept shaking me awake

and telling me all over again,
Mr. Wishbone.

Wait a minute, Wishbone.

You poisoned a whole farm?

Well, nobody died.

Least I don't think so.

I was younger than Mushy,
and it was my first cooking job.

Well, I thought
I'd give everybody a treat,

so I went out and picked a whole
bucketful of mushrooms.

Least I thought
they was mushrooms.

Anyway, I took off
and never went back.

Well, if, uh, somebody did die,

there could be an old poster
out on you.

- JENKINS: All right,
let's face it. -(barking)

There could be a poster out
on any one of us.

There's no poster on me.

Oh, come off it, Clay.

You could have got liquored up
and wiped out a whole town.

Well, I have,
even... even if you ain't.

Pack of us tore up a saloon
down on the Rio Grande

and left two dead.

At least that's what they say.

You mean you don't know?

Nope. I was too full
of red eye.

Maybe confession's what we need.

Anybody else?

Sweet dreams, gentlemen.

(barking)

(howling)

Burke? Kittridge?

Federoff.

Hold it.

Put it back.

Get up.

What did he do?
Try to draw on you?

- Who let out?
- Burke and Kittridge.

Senor Federoff, too, I think.

Maybe that's who
he was drawing on.

Did you see him tailing him?

I told you, I was through
with that business.

FORRESTER:
Uh-huh. We heard.

Cowboy, if I had a conscience
as black as yours,

I'd put a bullet
in my brain.

There's nothing wrong
with my conscience, Mister.

Nothing?

That was a fair fight.

What was?

I told you
that big, fat mouth of yours

would get you in trouble.

What fight?

A wrangler up in Montana tried
to take a girl away from me,

and I killed him.

There were some posters out
on me for a couple of months

till I cleared myself.

And you can't pull 'em all back.

Well, if you're all cleared...

He's not gonna take the time
to check on that.

I don't intend to stand around

until he puts a bullet
in my back.

Strap on that gun, Mister.

You want to draw on me?

Put it on!

I'm strapped, cowboy.

Shepard!

Bad policy yelling
like that, Trail Boss.

You almost lost yourself
a scout.

What's this all about?

Well, Mr. Clay told Mr. Shepard
to strap on his gun.

Oh, no.
You really that tired of living?

It's a private fight.

We got no time for fights,
private or public.

All right, let's break it up.
Come on!

Well, there's still some coffee.

Anybody want any?

And now it starts, huh?

I tell you, I never even
seen his hand move.

That gun just seemed
to jump out off by itself.

You're lucky
Mr. Favor stopped it, Clay.

Well, it's not stopped.

It's just delayed.

What makes you so sure
it's you he's after?

Oh, it's me, all right.

Now, hold on there.

Wishbone may have a point there.

Fact, uh, he could have seen
an old poster on me, too.

I was, uh, in the Oklahoma
Territory playing poker,

and this fella dropped
a fifth ace.

Beat him up pretty bad.

He could have died.
I-I don't know.

Well, I helped you.
Remember that?

That's right.

My sin, I think,
was the worst of all.

Yours?

Si.

I was working on a rancho
in Texas.

There was a horse

the patron said
nobody was to ride.

Too wild.

But I took him out one morning
when I thought I was alone.

The patron had a little girl--
six years old.

She ran up, and the horse...

...I said the horse had
gotten out by himself.

But maybe the patron knew
I was lying.

Jenkins?

Yeah, it happened back in Dodge
about six or seven years ago.

I was drunk, sleeping it off
in a flop house.

I felt somebody trying
to steal my boots,

so I hit him with a bottle.

Well, did you...
did you kill him?

I don't know. I didn't
stick around to find out.

Nell, you see?
That's what I mean.

Isn't any one of us
in the clear.

Maybe not,

but it's me he's been baiting.

It's me he wants.

Three hands down,

and the worst part
of the drive's still ahead.

Well, I'll get after 'em.

- What for? -Well, we can't
spare 'em, that's why.

What are you gonna do,
chain 'em to the herd?

Mr. Favor?

Hmm?

Wasn't Burke gonna stand
the night watch?

Yeah, him and Kittridge.

Who's gonna take his place?

Well, me and one of the
other ones that left. Federoff.

If you don't mind,
all the same to you,

I'd like
to take Federoff's place.

No need to go martyred
on me, Shepard.

They'd have quit,
whether you'd come along or not.

You know better than that.

Do as you please.

Unless you're afraid
to be alone with me, ramrod.

I'll get my gear.

(cattle lowing)

(hoof beats approaching)

(cattle lowing)

How you doing over here?

Al right.

It seem almost too quiet.

Well, they're tired.

That's one thing
about pushing them hard.

They sleep good.

Just the opposite of men.

Remember once
at Chancellorville.

May. Night about like this.

The army half dead on its feet.

And nobody was sleeping.

Well, they had war
to think about.

That's one thing
about these cattle.

Ain't got much to fret 'em.

(hoof beats approaching)

Uh, well, well, well.

You still alive, Rowdy?

Still alive?

I don't know, Shepard.

You're turning into
a big disappointment to my men.

They're bound and determined
you're a big-time killer,

and you ain't doing nothing
to prove it.

Maybe I ought
to start running around

with a knife between my teeth.

Hey, now, that might help.

Seriously, how big a blow is it
to the drive,

losing three men like that?

FAVOR:
Oh, we'll survive it.

Maybe I ought to cut out
before you lose more.

There's a town
just north of here.

You could ride in with me
and pick up your replacements.

Now you trying to get me alone?

You're too quick, Mr. Favor.

Besides, I thought
you needed the job.

Boss?

FAVOR:
Yeah?

Well, uh, the men, uh...

What about 'em?
They giving you trouble?

Yeah.

See what I mean?

It's best I quit.

I didn't say nothing
about quitting.

First thing you two know,

you'll be sitting out here
all alone

with nobody to talk to
but me and 3,000 cows.

Why don't you be sensible?

Look, Shepard, nobody tells me
how to run my drive.

Not you, not them.

I'll see you in the morning.

Strong man.
Good stubborn streak.

Yeah, well, you got
to have a stubborn streak

to run this outfit.

Sometimes a stubborn streak
keeps you going.

It's good for a man

when he runs out
of pious expressions

like patriotism,
goodness, piety.

Maybe it's none of my business,
Colonel...

Then why don't you keep
your mouth shut?

Yeah, you're probably right.

Yates?

Sometimes I talk a little sharp,
and I intend to.

I guess that's new to you
since Yuma.

Yeah.

Maybe that's what comes
of losing the war.

(sighs) I'm still curious
about one thing.

- Yates.
- What happened, Colonel, huh?

What happened where?

I've done nothing
I'm ashamed of.

Haven't you?

I told you, I don't pick rags.

There's dirtier ways
of making a living.

Living. That's a key word,
Yates-- living.

I was born owning 1,200
of the finest acres in Virginia.

Fields, barns.

I lost all that with the war.

That's what happened--
I lost it.

But I'll get it back.

I don't care what the price.

They took your land?

They took everything.

They burned every stick--
every leaf of tobacco.

They killed my wife.

Oh.

You want to know what
the real nightmare is, Yates?

You know who killed Ally?
The Southerners. The deserters.

I buried her up on the hill
where the house used to be.

But now I can't even
put flowers on her grave

till I buy the land back.

I see.

But don't you strain your eyes
about it.

Like you said yourself--
it's none of your business.

No, it isn't, Colonel.

Man's a complex animal, Yates.

Yeah, you're right.

Animal enough to murder
for a living,

and complex enough to quit
when he knows it's wrong.

Well, Mr. Favor was right.

We'll stick with you if we have
to drive these moss horns

to Kansas by ourselves.

(sighs)

(whistling,
men calling to cattle)

This'll do for noon camp.

Right.

Hold 'em up here.

(men calling to cattle)

(whistling,
men calling to cattle)

Wait here. Where's Shepard?

I don't know.
Beginning to worry.

Everything worries you.

He went after some strays.

Hyah.

(whistling)

Well, this is it, Jenkins.

Face that noon camp.

(men calling to cattle)

(whistling)

(cattle lowing)

Hey, all of those ours?

Not a one. Us murderers like
to do a little cattle rustling

on the side
every now and then.

Well, fine.

Let's take 'em back in.
Soup's on.

- Yates with you?
- No.

All alone, Mr. Favor?

All alone.
Now's your big chance.

(whistling)

GIRARD:
Mr. Favor?

Mr. Favor?

What you find?

All I've heard's mostly rumor.

There's one
about 20 miles back,

but it ain't fast,
and it ain't big.

(sighs)

That should teach you
to listen, Mr. Favor.

Not to anticipate trouble.

You go on back and eat, Girard.

We can take these strays in.

You think he'll be safe with me?

If he don't turn his back.

Come on.

Think you better
get back to camp.

Now what?

Clay's trying
to take over the herd.

On account of me?

Yup.

I couldn't join them,
Senor Boss.

No matter how I feel
against this man.

Wishbone's putting up
an argument,

but that ain't doing
too much good.

All right, let's go.

What about the strays?

Leave 'em.

Hyah.

I

Any sign of him yet?

No, but it won't be long.

Well, Wish,
have you made up your mind?

Yup.

Well, for or against?

Against.

Wish, what's come over you?

You were the one

that was yelling the loudest
about Shepard.

About Shepard,
but not against Mr. Favor.

Look, Wishbone,
all we want him to do

is send Shepard away,
that's all.

All?! That's an awful lot.

That's like saying,
"All right, Mr. Favor,

you be the boss,
and we'll tell you what to do."”

It's Shepard, or it's me,
or any one of us.

And I'm not running away now,
not at my time of life.

All right, you just start
pushing Gil Favor too far,

and you might find out
you can't run.

Oh, if he wants
to start a fight,

we'll have to finish it.

Well, let's not be too sure.

He isn't just exactly alone,
you know.

He's got Rowdy and Shepard
and Hey Soos and me.

That's five.

Six, Mr. Wishbone.

Six.

Six against 11, uh-huh.

Ten. That'n isn't on
anybody's side.

I'll be the audience.

I'll sit back and applaud.

I want to tell you one thing,
Girard.

If I thought for one minute
you're the one we're protecting,

I'd throw you to Shepard
so fast, it'd curl your hair.

Sorry to disappoint you, Quince.

I'm as clean
as a newborn babe.

New from where?
Graceman Prison?

Clay, suppose he is the one.

Supposing Girard busted
out of Graceman.

I was paroled.

Be some joke, wouldn't it?

Us getting in a gunfight
to save Girard's skin.

He don't want me.

If he does,
it's a, it's a mistake.

Yeah.

Well, it might be.

Isn't that half of what
we've been afraid of,

is that bounty hunter'd
kill his man

'fore he could get him
into court?

What if there is some mistake?

Well, we could make him promise
to take Girard in alive.

Ain't nobody taking me nowhere.

(hoof beats approaching)

What's going on here?

Shepard, Girard your man?

I said,
nobody ain't taking me nowhere.

Now, hold on now, Girard.

Look, hold it, will you?

Put the gun down.

(grunting)

(gunshot)

Hyah!

Let me see, let me see.

- How's it look?
- I've seen a lot worse.

Yeah, I'm gonna need a knife.

Here you go.

Mushy, tear up some of those
shirts in the back of the wagon.

I'll take care of it.

You two get out with the herd,
check 'em,

and try and keep 'em bunched.

You know, Wishbone,
you handle a knife

better than most army surgeons
I remember.

Well, it comes from carving

for too many
empty-bellied drovers.

How's it look?

Well, he's going to live,

but he ain't going to be
much good for a while.

By the way, Shepard,
was Girard your man?

Nope.

- He knew you, though.
- He should.

I was the reason he was a guest
at Graceman for a few years.

He was my eighth bounty--
pretty good price, too.

(hoof beats approaching)

Mr. Favor!
Mr. Hey Soos says we need help.

That shot got the cattle
awful jumpy.

All right, Wish,
you come on with us.

Shepard, you stay with Rowdy.

Wish!

Here you go, boy.

Easy.

You'll be all right
now that bullet's out.

(Rowdy sighs)

G-Girard?

They've gone after him.

(Rowdy sighing)

Matches in the chuck wagon.

Thanks.

What kind of joke is this?

It's no joke, Yates.

It is to me, Shepard.

...I believed you.

Last lesson in life, Yates,
don't believe in anything.

That dodges a lie.

Not according to a sheriff
up in Cornelius County.

Yeah, well,
that sheriff must be crazy.

You must be twice as crazy,

thinking you can take
Mr. Favor in.

I need that $2,000 awful bad.

Nothing brave you ain't.

(hoof beats approaching)

- Favor.
- Take it easy now.

- Look, I...
- Easy, boy.

He's passed out.

Probably the best thing.

Sometimes the pain
from a wound like that--

drive a man
clear out of his mind.

Yeah.

We'd better see about...

We're gonna see about you,
Mr. Favor.

Well, well, well, well, well.

Is this what Rowdy was trying
to tell me about?

That's right.

Does it matter there ain't
a word of truth in this?

Never heard a wanted man say
anything different.

How true.

Cornelius County-- where's that?

East of here a ways.

Man came from there,
his brother's sheriff.

His brother's putting the
reward up out of his own pocket.

Standard, Standard.

Drover in one of your crews.

Last season?

Could be.

Standard.

Oh, Tom Standard?

Sounds like the name
he gave, yeah.

Hmm, huh.

Just drop it.

The belt.

All right, now, move away.

Sheriff making
a personal thing out of it?

Yeah, I'm sure he is.

(chuckles)

Funny thing
is they didn't kill him.

Did my best to save him.

Was crossing White River.

Current knocked Tom
off his horse.

By the time I got to him,
he was drowned.

- Don't believe it?
- What does it matter?

Well, if I'm telling the truth,
then it's wrong, ain't it?

I'm paid to bring a man in,
not to judge his crime.

Now, a man that, uh,
ain't got the sense

to judge right from wrong,
weigh the facts in the case,

he ain't much of a man.

Right or wrong
is a matter of opinion.

You know how much
you mean to me?

Paper said $2,000.

More than that.

It's my last entry
in the bankbook.

After this, I go to a courthouse
outside of Richmond

and I buy back my land.

And stop the killing?

And maybe.

Though I might buy some foxes.

So you figure to go
from killer to gentleman

just by changing the address.

I never was a murderer.

That's a matter
of opinion again.

Not a matter of opinion;
it's a fact.

I shot the Pecos Kid
like you'd shoot a mad dog,

but the last three men
I brought in, I brought in live.

Maybe you're not
up to killing anymore,

even when you got to.

I wouldn't count on that, Favor,
if I were you.

You had me alone in the gully.

When didn't you shoot then?

Lot easier to take me in

slung across a saddle
than sitting in it.

Girard came along.

And you couldn't
shoot him, either?

That's strange.

Seems like you're getting sick
of the killing,

and yet you sow it like grain
wherever you go.

Sow it?

Yeah. Clay and the others
most likely gonna kill Girard.

That's not my business.

Yes, it is yours.

You started them off.

They want to give you Girard
like a present

so you'll get off their backs.

You turned them
into bounty hunters.

How do you like that?

They're grown men.
They know what they're doing.

No, they can't.

They're prejudging,
just like you.

No, there's a difference.

They're outside the law;
I'm in it.

They're after a man
because he's cold and mean.

He's different.
They don't like that.

But there's no justice
to their chase.

Oh, like there is in yours?

You know, I could shoot you now

and say you tried
to resist arrest,

but if you want
to give me your word

you won't try to escape...

Nope.

Favor, why don't you
think this thing through?

Use some common sense.

Go back up,
talk to that sheriff.

Tell him how the man was killed.

Would he go to the trouble
of rounding up witnesses,

or would there just be
a lynching some dark night?

SHEPARD: You might hire me
to round up some witnesses.

FAVOR:
When you've got the time,

you're going back
to your plantation.

Right now, I ain't, either.

I got a herd to sell.

Soon as I get it sold,

I'll take my witnesses

and go back
and see Standard on my own.

Time's passing, Favor.

I ain't got it to waste.

I suppose not.

Get on your horse.

No.

Look, trail boss,
whatever friendship

there was between us,
don't count on it anymore.

Oh, I ain't counting
on friendship,

just common sense.

Move.

To what, a lynching?

Oh, I might as well stay here
and take my chances.

(hoof beats)

Time's up, Shepard.

Here comes your present, huh?

Wrapped and ready.

What the devil's...

FAVOR:
That's close enough, Forrester.

What's going on?

What does it look like?

Treed the wrong person.

You mean it's you
he wants, Mr. Favor?

FAVOR:
It seems like.

But you ain't done nothing.

Well, that makes Girard
and me even, don't it, Jim?

Girard's clean.

He's already paid
for what he did.

What about you, Jim?

Untie him.

Get down, Girard.

Look, I'm real sorry...

Forget it.

I guess I had it coming to me.

Maybe I didn't.

It's done.

Yeah.

You know what this
is costing me, Favor?

Not as much as it could have.

Behind you.

Any time you want to get
in a poker game,

I'll back you to the limit.

What you figuring on doing?

Oh, I don't know--
maybe go down to Mexico.

Like you say,
a man can't go back.

Not to bounty-hunting,
not to broomstick guns,

and not to Virginia.

Forward ain't such
a bad direction.

Why don't you save that sermon
for your crew?

Might help straighten out
their halos.

I

(whistling and hollering)

Head 'em up!

Move 'em on!

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Keep movin', movin', movin' ♪

♪ Though they're disapprovin' ♪

♪ Keep them dogies movin' ♪

♪ Rawhide ♪

♪ 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...! ♪

Hyah!

(whip cracks twice)