Rawhide (1959–1965): Season 5, Episode 29 - Incident at Alkali Sink - 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)

(bird squawking)

Rio Doloroso-- River of Pain.

Don't look like any river
of pain to me.

Well, like I said,
not a dentist in sight.

Let's get back to the herd.



Hold it, hold it.

You know what Mr. Favor said--

either get rid of that tooth
or get rid of you.

All right,
let's get it over with.

(bird squawking)

Way that bird's squawking,

you'd think he never saw
a cattleman before.

Probably never saw one
with his head in a sling before.

Um...

You know, this, uh,
tooth-pulling business

can get pretty painful.

Yeah, I've heard that.

Yeah, some fellas
even been known to die of it.

(chuckling):
Yeah.

Well, what I mean is, uh,
well, it'd be plain simple

not to kind of take something
for it first, like medicine.

Medicine?

Painkiller.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, has been
kind of a dusty trail.

I guess I could use some of
that kind of painkiller myself.

(woman singing in Spanish)

Hey, amigo.

♪♪

Oh, who needs a dentist?

What's the matter--
your arm broke or something?

(song ends, crowd cheers)

Is something missing?

Well, just the halo
that goes with the voice.

Oh, chivalry from a Tejano.

Want to get down?

Well, that can't be possible.

Show me a dragon,
and I'll even put on

one of them there tin suits.

(both chuckle)

There are three things a woman
would be better without, señor.

- Hmm?
- Doubt, freckles, and curiosity.

You can start with a name.

Oh, oh, I'm Rowdy Yates.

I'm with a herd
a few miles east of here.

And yours, miss?

MAN:
Maldenado, señor.

Inez Catalina Maldenado--
23rd in a line

that once was ranked among
the proudest hidalgos of Spain,

a name not associated with
common cantina entertainers.

My associates, Hernan,
are my business.

Wrong, hermana,
they are our business.

Hey, who's your friend?

Hernan and Alfredo Maldenado.

They do not count
common cantina entertainers

among their friends.

They're my brothers.

- Oh.
- This herd of yours--

you're driving north?

Yeah, that's right.

Well, the point ought to be

halfway through the Charo Valley
right now.

Then, you are trespassing.

The Charo and the escarpment
below are Maldenado property.

Well, not according to the
land office there at San Antone.

They cleared our route as open
range all the way to Denver.

We have no interest
in the words of politicians.

By this time tomorrow

I want your herd driven
back across the river.

Back, back 20 miles?

Maybe you'd like to have us go
60 miles west, too, huh?

Boy, you mention something
like that to our trail boss,

you're in for a real picnic.

There is an alternative,
a slight fee--

say, every tenth cow.

Ah, I see.

Let's see,
that'd be around 300 head.

Now, if you want beef passes,
you'd better come up

with more than just conversation
there, friend.

You doubt our word?

Well, let me put it this way--

figures never lie,
but liars always figure.

Now, you can read that
any way you want.

(overlapping shouting)

Get off of me, you lout.

(grunts)

(grunts)

How you feeling?

Ooh, like a baby bee
on a honeysuckle vine.

Look, I don't need
a dentist anymore.

Yeah, well, least you could do
is... a drink.

(chuckles)

Injured pride is not
so easily healed, señor.

You'd better get
out of Rio Doloroso

while you have a chance.

The señorita is right, señores.

Con permiso,
I am Pablo Vasquez,

alcalde of Rio Doloroso.

These caballeros--
they will not forget.

Look, we didn't start this.

Well, I'll finish it.

Get out of Rio Doloroso
and don't come back.

Yeah.

Well, we had to get back anyway.

Oh.

You can tell your brothers
that, uh, we're going

to move our herd north
just like we planned

unless they can back up their
owning this land with proof--

legal proof.

And, uh, that don't seem likely.

Alfredo, you lost once.

The second time might cost you
more than you can afford.

For once our sister makes sense.

Now, there's a better way.

Vasquez, I want ten men and
I want them mounted and armed.

- But, Don Hernan...
- In one hour.

See, just like I told you.

Why, that ain't coffee;
it's watered down granite.

Never thought I'd see the day
I'd miss Wishbone's cooking.

Mushy ain't dishing up
that food;

it's walking out of that pot
all by itself.

Yep.

I like to figure, the next time
Wishbone gets a toothache,

we ought to take it out for him
with a branding iron.

(cattle lowing)

If I ain't being too personal,
Mushy, what is it?

It's gumbo;
I made it up all by myself.

Figures.

Con permiso,
the horses need my attention.

Gumbo, huh?

Yes, Mr. Favor.

You ever tried this
before, Mushy?

Well, not exactly, Mr. Favor.

Mr. Wishbone-- he wanted me
to practice a little

before I tried it out.

But you never got the chance.

How'd you know?

Well, I'm a great
little guesser.

Look, Mushy,
you'd better get packed up.

We've got a lot of miles to make
before sundown.

But the men
ain't finished eating.

Mushy, look, herd comes first,
you know that.

But Mr. Wishbone don't like me
to waste the food.

Mr. Favor, I think
my problem is all solved.

No, Mushy,
our problem is all solved.

MAN:
Well, look who's coming.

Old Bust Face himself.

(overlapping chatter)

All right,
what do you want to do--

break out a fiddle
and have a welcoming party?

Save the salutations for Denver.

- Toothache cured?
- Oh, permanent.

- Look, it was right there.
- I'll take your word for it.

Go give Mushy a hand.

Right.

Hey, these dentists--
how many of them was there?

Well, there was only two.

Well, I mean, it, it took
two of us to hold Wish down.

From the looks of you, he must
have put up quite a fight.

Yeah, well, you know Wish.

He's half grizzly bear,
half buzzard.

Yeah, well, so is our beef.

I think they'd appreciate it

if you'd rassle with them
for a while.

Yeah, well, I think I can
spare 'em a little of my time.

Yeah.

Oh, uh, boss.

Couple of vaqueros we ran into
claim that we're trespassing.

Wanted 300 head of our beef
to, uh, let us pass by.

You explained to 'em

that this trail had been cleared
by the land office?

Right.

Then, nothing more needs
to be said.

Let's get moving.

(cows mooing)

Mr. Wishbone,

it's good to have you back.
How's your tooth?

What's that?

Well, it's gumbo.
I made it just like ya said.

Spoon.

Not bad.

Save it.

We can fix it up for supper.

(cattle lowing)

♪♪

(cows mooing)

Like the cattle,
they suspect nothing.

But Don Hernan,

this is insanity.

The Tejanos mean us no harm.

They are on Maldenado land
without permission.

That is harm enough.

Then talk to them.
Make them see.

Dead men have no eyes to see.

It is only for us
to supply the graves.

Remember, I will hit
the herd from the rear.

Alfredo, from the side,
and Vasquez from the middle.

Now run them all the way
through the camp.

My word on it.

The Tejanos will scatter
like a flock chicken.

The cattle will be ours
for the taking.

Now ride, amigos.

♪♪

Hyah! Ha! Ha!

(men shouting indistinctly)

(gunshots)

Stampede!

Wishbone, break out the rifles.

Try and turn 'em
before they get here.

Ha!

(gunshot)

Too late!

Hey Soos,
get those horses loose!

(men shouting)

Come on, Mushy, under here!

(gunfire)

Here they come.

(gunfire)

Scare them off the wagons!

Keep them away from the wagons.

Here!

You want to be mincemeat?!

Hyah!

(shouting)

Hyah!

(whistling, shouting)

(horse neighs)

(speaks Spanish)

Vamonos!

With me, compañeros!

Vamonos! With me!

Mr. Wishbone, I thought we was
going to them pearly gates

just as plain as day.

Another minute, and we'd all
have been plucking harps.

Anybody hurt?

Don't think so, boss,

excluding that night riding
gunfighter out there.

He never even knew what hit him.

Crazy fools-- couldn't have been
more than a dozen of them

trying to run 3,000 beeves.

It just don't make sense.

Maybe it does.

Told them we'd listen to them if
they could show us some proof.

Let's have it.

Picaro over there--
him and his brother

are the ones that we had

a little trouble with
in Rio Doloroso.

Trouble?

That's right.

We were looking for a dentist,
and there was this girl...

His sister.

All right, I've heard enough.

You call yourself a ramrod.

-(horses approaching)
- Mr. Favor!

They're scattered real good.

It's gonna take at least
a day or two to gather them up.

What about the remuda?

Not too bad, señor.

An hour, maybe two,
and we'll have the horses

-back on the line.
- All right, get started.

I want leather on every horse
you can get a rope on.

I want that herd back
in its tracks by noon tomorrow.

Oh, and, Jim, you'll take over
till I get back.

Till you get back?

Yeah, this is gonna take
some explaining to do.

Seems like our ramrod here
started it,

and he can't explain his name
without starting a war.

I'll have to go in and
straighten it out with the law.

Well, what are you
standing around for, Wishbone,

to serve tea?!

Come on, get this mess
cleaned up!

Wishbone, get back here.

You get a shovel, let Mushy
take care of the wagon.

Get that body out there planted,

unless that toothache's
bothering you too much.

- No. Right away.
- All right.

Look, boss, I know
it don't look too good...

Ain't like I think!

I got a herd scattered
halfway to High Water,

a dead body on my hands.

And why? Because you started
a fight over some female!

Not much it ain't your fault!

Look...

Save your explanations
for the law.

And don't just stand there
and bleed to death!

(bird squawking)

Don't make sense; there were
plenty of people here yesterday.

This place gives me
the old-timey creeps.

Let's get out of here.

Yeah, we will.

Soon as we settle up last night
with the law.

Your gun belts, por favor.

You sure walked us
into this one.

Yeah, stone-cold.

- Ahora!
-(cocks gun)

(drops gun belt)

Did you think we would wait
like sheep for the shears?

You were fools to come alone.

What's this all about?

Hernan is dead,

your cattle grow fat
on our land,

and you ask
what this is all about.

Look about you, señor.

40 rifles have been
waiting since sunup

to bring you
and your men to your knees.

I only wish you had
brought them all.

Then this would be finished.

There's nothing to finish,
there's nothing to answer for.

What happened to your brother
didn't have to happen.

Sorry.

Well, sorry won't
resurrect the dead.

A wrong has been done,
and you will be punished.

By who?

40 men with rifles,
brother with a .44,

or a sister
without good judgment?

This is a matter
for the law, lady.

The law will take care of it.

I don't see
any tin stars around here.

In Rio Doloroso, there is
only one law: the patron.

Don Francisco Maldenado.

You will answer to him.

(crowd murmuring)

(crowd quiets)

The Audiencia Rio Doloroso
is now in session.

Those addressed will speak
when spoken to,

but at no other time.

Comprenden?

(crowd murmurs quietly)

Your names?

That's Rowdy Yates;
he's the ramrod of our outfit.

I'm Gil Favor, trail boss.

Mm-hmm.

Then, as such, all guilt
must rest first on you.

This you understand?

This audiencia charges you
with trespassing.

And with the murder of one...

Hernan Maldenado.

The punishment
for this crime is death.

Do you have anything to say?

Yeah, plenty,
but only to the legal authority.

Authority, señor, is legal
wherever it exists.

Alfredo, do you know these men?

That one, el hombre viejo,
with a beard of white,

he came to
the cantina yesterday.

I saw him then.

I saw him again last night,
when he shot Hernan.

I shot Hernan?

The cantina--
what happened there?

I gave him orders to remove
his cattle from Maldenado land,

but he refused.

So then you followed them
to their camp

and you threatened them
with force?

Si.

But again he refused.

Before we knew what happened,
they opened fire.

Hernan had no chance.

This one and the other gringos,
they all opened fire.

It's a miracle
that I'm here now to speak.

That's a lie.

A lie, señor?

Vasquez, you rode
with us last night.

Tell me, amigo, am I a liar?

Pablo, you have nothing to fear.

Not from them.

Or your patron.

Once more, amigo.

Am I a liar?

Uh...

It was as Don Alfredo said.

You're a fool to call a man
a liar in his own house.

Truth knows no roof, Alfredo,

nor does it concern itself
from whence it came.

You are free to speak.

Yeah, well,
there's not much to tell.

This one and his brother
didn't ride up to our camp,

they rode right through it.

Right behind 500 head of our
beef that they were stampeding.

Until that time,
we didn't know who they were.

And you, Señor Favor?

Have you anything to add?

Just common sense.

If what he said was true,
would we be here?

The conscience of man lives
in many dark places, señor.

Also, like all Tejanos, you saw
no threat in a simple pueblo.

You had nothing to lose.

And nothing to gain.

Look, all you have to do
is ride out to the camp--

or what's left of it.

Look for yourself,
ask the men, study the signs.

It's all there to be seen.

I have many years
on my shoulder, señor,

but their weight
has not warped my mind.

You take me for a fool?

How many men do you have--
15, 20?

And all well-mounted and armed.

We show them our faces,
they show us our graves.

Ha-ha!

Yes.

Tejano justice-- I know it well.

No, señor, you stand alone.

And the truth--
does it stand alone, too?

Look, Rowdy here
didn't kill your son.

Neither did any of my men.

They were shooting to scare
the cattle, not at your people.

Are you finished?

It seems like
it's a case of his word

against a couple
of Tejano cowboys, huh?

And your cattle, señor--
is it merely the word of Alfredo

that they are on Maldenado land?

The Charro Valley is open range.

Not since 1822.

It is there, for all to read.

The Maldenado land grant, signed
by Emperor Iturbide himself.

Since the Treaty
of Guadalupe Hidalgo,

title to Texas land has to be
cleared in a court of law.

What court?

The same mercenaries from the
north who created their own laws

when they tried us
because we dared

rebel against their martial law
at Nacogdoches?

(chuckles)

señor Favor...

you speak of law
like it was a...

a mantle of justice for all.

For Mejicanos
and Americanos alike.

But where was that law
after San Jacinto

for those of us
who rode with Santa Anna?

Where were your courts
for the, for the cripples

of Buena Vista and Cerro Gordo,

who wanted only to bury the
ashes of-of hatred and defeat?

It works both ways, Maldenado.

Where were Santa Anna's courts
at the Alamo?

(scoffs)

Laws are dumb, señor Favor,
in the midst of arms.

Here there are no more
cavalry attacks.

No more hopeless assaults

against long guns
and cold steel.

But for the Mejicano
who calls this land his own,

a battle still goes on:

the fight to keep his honor
and his birthright.

No, señor, I recognize no court
beyond this audiencia.

What about the rest
of these people here?

You do the thinking
for them, too?

As patron, it is for me
to tell them what is best.

It was thus with their fathers,

it shall be thus
with their children.

This they understand and accept.

Do you have
anything more to say?

So be it.

This audiencia finds you
guilty as charged.

You shall be taken
to the Hill of the Dead,

where you will dig
your own graves for all to see.

When they are deep enough,

they will be filled.

VASQUEZ:
Don Francisco...

Sentence has been passed.

See to it.

You know, I been in
pretty deep before,

but I never thought
it'd come to this.

Yeah, well, we ain't
dead and buried yet.

There's always a chance
we can still talk our way out.

Oh, sure, sure.

Maybe them cows of ours
will sprout wings, too.

This is a house deal,

from the top of the deck
right down to the bottom.

Well, bets are still
on the table.

Don Francisco
gave us permission.

What, another one
of those hearings?

Your arm needs care.

True.

Sit down.

Little late for this, isn't it?

It's too late, señor,

only when hate
takes the place of judgment.

(groans softly)

Yeah.

Well, words of yours, miss:
sorrow can't resurrect the dead.

Certainly can't
fill these graves.

You were given a fair trial.

It was more than you deserved.

Fair trial?

No witnesses, no jury,
biased testimony.

Bias, señor?

Why? Because your words
were mute

without the sound of rifles
to back them up?

Or because the words that
spoke against you were Mexican?

Oh, come on, now.

You can't dress up the truth
with nationality

any more than you can
bury it with a lie.

You know,
your father's wrong, Inez.

He's living in the days
when Mexico had a king

and this was
part of a vast empire.

Well, if it is wrong to live,
then you're right.

Because Don Francisco's
meant just that, life,

to everyone here
in Rio Doloroso.

Without him...

Without him, they might, uh,

not be running around
half scared to death.

You speak of fear like,
like it was a stray dog,

kept alive on bones
and contempt.

Well, to the peon, it's not
so easily brushed aside.

It's part of his life.

When Don Francisco came here,
there was only...

heat and lizards and Kiowas.

He gave his people food

and homes, and the one thing
they couldn't give themselves:

protection.

Yeah, he gave them
something else, too:

taught them how to live
on their knees.

The peon was born on his knees.

We merely help him
to live with it.

And what about Vasquez?

No matter what he said
at the trial,

he knows what really happened
that night.

You gonna help him to live
with that, or with this?

She listened,
but I don't think she heard.

Start a woman thinking,
anything can happen.

We'll know as soon as
these holes are deep enough.

(lively music playing)

(crowd cheering
rhythmically to music)

♪♪

(music ends, crowd cheering)

(people chattering, laughing)

Can this be?

A fiesta and our alcalde
has the face of a burro.

There is nothing
to celebrate, señorita.

Not here and not on
the Hill of the Dead.

Justice is
its own celebration, Pablo.

Why?

Because Don Francisco says so?

Because the day is hot?

Or because the day is cold?

These are no reasons.

They are excuses!

The heart has reasons, Pablo,

of which
reason has no knowledge.

Don Hernan is dead,
and that is excuse enough

for Don Francisco
to order two graves filled.

You do not agree?

No. No!

I do not agree.

Then why didn't you speak out?

Because...

because I have no voice.

Once, chiquita,
I was a mountain of a man,

a bolt of lightning
with a trumpet behind my teeth

and a fire behind my belt!

The sky, the sun, the Earth--

they were there for me to claim.

Now, thanks to my patron,
I have a little rancho

and the title of alcalde.

Both barren, both empty.

They're all I have left.

Pablo...

what really happened last night?

To a man who is hungry,
he never finds the bread hard.

It was as Don Alfredo said.

Please?

I have to know the truth.

To know the truth
is to live with it.

Don Hernan was not shot.

He was caught in a stampede--
an accident.

Chiquita...

...to the truth.

May it set you free.

They should be about here.

Unless they're still trying

to round up the herd
from last night.

The turtle and the hare, amigo.

The Tejanos are many,
but they move slowly.

Like el conejo,
you must move quickly.

Strike and then disappear.

It may take time, but that is
the only sure way we can win.

How can that be, Father...

when we've already lost?

The one thing we treasured most
has been destroyed:

our honor.

Honor is blind, mi hija,
unless wisdom gives it eyes.

And pride-- is that also blind?

Is wisdom all that we have left
of what we once were

and what we have become?

Tell me, Inez,
just what have we become?

Ask Pablo.

He knows better than any of us.

Our alcalde knows only
the wisdom of obedience.

Father, Alfredo lied.

Hernan wasn't murdered.

He killed himself.

Hernan died as he lived:
a Maldenado.

That doesn't matter anymore.

What does matter is the trial
and your verdict.

Don't you understand?

Those men are innocent.

So, what would you have me do,
free them?

- Yes.
- If I do, they'll come back,

and bring their law with them.

Their law, our law--
what difference does it make?

What difference?

Only that between
master and slave,

between life and death.

Open your eyes, child, see
the world the way it really is,

not the way you
would like it to be.

I've held these lands, not by
answering to another man's law

but by creating my own.

By controlling my people
the only way they understand.

Let them learn
there is another way,

the way of equal rights for all,
and we've lost everything.

But the land grants--
we have our rights.

We have no rights.

That is merely
a piece of parchment,

worthless the day
Torita was exiled.

Then the Tejanos were right.

That trial, the verdict--
it's all a lie.

My "lie," as you call it,
has given more than life

to that piece of paper.

It has created a world for us,
one that will last

only as long as we
are willing to fight for it!

Better we are liars,
my dear sister, than beggars.

Or perhaps you
would find more dignity

in grinding corn
for your living.

The true dignity in man is
his capacity to despise himself.

We are Maldenados, not peones.

What we have is ours
by right of birth,

not by right of law.

It is our heritage to rule,
not to be ruled.

Understand that,
and you will understand

why the Tejanos must die,
and their men with them.

If your mind cannot digest
these simple truths,

then go to your room
and stay there until you know

who you are!

An old proverb, Father:

"In the kingdom of the blind,
the one-eyed is king."

I know what I am.

Well, well,
it looks like our friends

are kind of jumping the gun.

Oh, I'm afraid they're,
uh, right on time.

It's time.

Mis amigos...

we are here to witness
an execution,

to look again
upon the face of death.

To us, this face is no stranger.

It shares our bread
and our blankets,

it calls us "brother,”
because we are few...

and they are many,

because they would be masters
and we would be slaves.

We die, but we
go on living, because...

in Rio Doloroso,

we are our own men.

No bugles, no flags,
but still we fight,

and that fight will not end
until Rio Doloroso

lives in peace...
or no longer lives.

These men took a life,

they invaded our lands,

and for this,
they must face justice,

just like others of their kind

who will follow
after them must face it.

The execution, hijo,
see to it.

Listos!

If you wish,
you may have blindfolds.

No, no, no, thanks.

Hiding from death
don't make it that much easier,

but, uh, maybe the good people
of Rio Doloroso can use them.

Yeah, maybe if
they don't see it, uh...

they might not remember it.

Yeah, blindfolds are
a good idea to help them

live with themselves
and what they are.

One thing's for sure, when it
comes time to answer for this,

nothing's gonna help,
no blindfolds, rifles...

hate, nothin'.

The time for sermons
is finished. Alfredo.

INEZ:
Can this be?

Can the justice of Rio Doloroso

refuse condemned men
their last words?

These men were tried
and found guilty--

there is nothing more to say.

Oh, not for them.

But what about Rio Doloroso?

Where are the last words
of your people?

-(quietly): Inez!
- A warning, Father?

How can words hurt a man who
stands for justice and freedom?

All right, all right!

Say what you feel you must say;
it is your privilege.

Not mine, Father. Theirs.

Pablo...

you told me once you were a man.

You also told me you really knew
what happened last night.

Tell me again.
Tell all of us.

Why, as your patron says,

it's your privilege.

Uh...

Louder, Pablo.

A voice of thunder, remember?

The Tejanos spoke the truth!

They killed no one!

(excited chatter)

(excited chatter continues)

They killed no one!

And yet they're
sentenced to die!

Why?

Did they destroy your crops
or invade your homes?

Or do they stand for something
that you fear most?

señor Favor...

tell them who
really owns this land.

No one.

It's open range.

All this land
belongs as much to you

as it does any
of the Maldenados.

(excited chatter)

All you have to do
is make a claim

and show intention
to work the land.

Everyone here can do that...

with three exceptions:

my brother, myself,

and your patron.

Can't you see? The Maldenados
have been using you,

just like we use
cattle and horses.

They're not your masters.

But, then, neither are we.

This land is yours,

not ours.

All you have to do is claim it.

You really think that words

will make any difference?

These are my people.

They do as I say, because
they know it is the only way

they can survive.

Without me, they are cattle,

and no law, no right and no
wrong, is going to change it.

Alfredo, the execution.

Preparan.

Put down your rifles, amigos.

There will be no more bullets
in Rio Doloroso!

Orders, peon, from you?!

Fire!

Fire, amigos, fire!

Vasquez, come back!

I command it!

Garcia,

Ruiz... Ruiz...

Garcia...

Jose!

Fools! I am your only hope!

Do not betray yourself!

You don't know wh...

(panting)

Please!

Uh...

W-We must stay together!

Alfredo...

go help your father up.

There's no one else now.

♪ ♪

Thanks for what you did, Inez.

What I did was
not for you, señor,

but for myself.

May not make
much difference, but...

I'm sorry... for all of us.

♪ ♪

We owe you much, señores.

Aw, it ain't what you owe us,
it's what you owe yourselves.

The Maldonados took
a lot away from you,

but they gave you some, too.

In any case, it's
up to you now. Good luck.

♪ ♪

(indistinct chatter
and shouts of "adios")

♪ ♪

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)