Rawhide (1959–1965): Season 5, Episode 4 - Incident of the Prodigal Son - 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)

(hollering and whistling)

(hollering)

(whistling and hollering
continue)

(hollering and whistling)

(cows mooing)



(hollering and whistling
continue)

(hollering and whistling
continue)

What do you think
you're doing, Danny?

You're letting
them beeves drift.

I'll get 'em. I'll get 'em.

Well, come on.

FAVOR:
Wish!

-(whistling, calling out)
- Hey!

What do they think
they're doing?

Looks like a bunch
cut out on them.

They must have been riding

with their heads tucked
under their arms.

Put somebody else on flank.

Tell them I want
to talk to them.

I don't know-- we're spread out
pretty thin now, Mr. Favor.

Anybody can make
a little mistake.

Far as I'm concerned,

there's only one size
of mistake-- big.

Yes, sir.

Come on, Mushy.
Stop fiddling around.

We're late getting started.

I'm hurrying as fast as I can.

There's about a cup left--
still warm.

- What's holding you up?
- Nothing.

You should have been rolling
15 minutes ago.

(sighs)
Mr. Favor, have those men

ever come in and found me
not all set and ready?

Always a first time.

Well, don't you hold your breath
so it happens.

What's the matter with you?
Did you get up

on the wrong side
of your sack this morning?

Yeah, I guess.

Well, now, what about
that cup of coffee?

What you so hit up about?

We've been through this before.

Ah, don't make it any easier.

Half a dozen men short,
herd this size,

it's like picking your teeth
with a .45.

Well, those fellas that cut out

weren't pulling their part
of the load anyway.

And now everybody else
has to pull double.

Beginning to tell the men
are getting tired and edgy.

Well, they can just rest
when we get to Mission Valley.

Yeah, if those new men
I telegraphed for

are waiting for us.

How much longer
till we get there?

Couple days,
end of the week, latest.

Hold it, Wishbone.

Save one for me.

What do you mean, "hold it"?

You'll get it
when the getting's good,

or you don't get it at all.

What do you think I'm doing,

running a short-order house
here or...?

Temper. Temper, temper.

- Well, who's mad?
- You are.

What's the matter?
Did you roll out of your bedroll

on the wrong side this morning?

- Mushy!
- Yes, sir.

Oh, uh, Quince, uh,
said you wanted to see me.

Yeah, but up forward,
where the scout usually is.

Well, he's supposed to be out
looking for trouble, too.

Oh, what now?

Well, I spotted somebody
yesterday.

He looked like he
was following the herd, and--

what do you know?-- I found
his campfire this morning

up there on the ridge.

Stuck pretty close.

Yeah, close enough to come in
and have supper with us.

And, uh... unless he had
a reason not to.

As if we didn't have enough
to worry about.

All right, pass the word.

Have the men watch out for him.

Just what I had in mind.

Everything all right
with your caballo, señor?

Oh, swell.

♪♪

You wanted to see us, Mr. Favor?

Oh, I already have.

Why'd those beeves cut out?

Oh, that's nothing
to worry about, Mr. Favor.

We got them all back.

Why was it even necessary
to get them back?

It's just one of those things--
happens all the time.

Not on any drive I boss.

It only happens once--
make myself clear?

Well, yes.

Well, maybe because you're new
with the outfit,

you expect some
special treatment, huh?

No, no.

Good.

Then you won't be disappointed.

All right, you two
will take over at drag.

Drag?

Oh, now, wait a minute...

Whatever you say, Mr. Favor.

Come on, Danny.

Oh, Joe, just a minute.

Now, you knew better.

That wasn't even your station.

Well, uh, no, but I, uh...

Well, uh, you're not exactly
the picture of a guardian angel.

Well, he didn't mean no wrong,
Mr. Favor.

He's a nice kid.

I hope that makes the dust
a little easier to take.

- Mr. Favor.
-(hoof beats approaching)

That's him.

Sure it's the same man?

I'll bet my money on it.

All right, let's go.

You need any help, boss?

Oh, you're still riding drag.

♪♪

Disappeared in a hurry.

He probably saw us coming.

(Favor sighs)

Afraid we'd waste too much time
trying to find him now.

I'd sure like to know
what he's up to.

Well, he follows us,

and then disappears
when he sees us coming.

Figures he sure ain't up
to any good.

(hollering and whistling)

Danny Clayton
and Joe Scarlet on drag?

Joe's good as asked for it,

and Clayton could use a
little dust to settle him down.

Yeah, but Scarlet
covers more flank

than just about
anybody else around,

and Clayton's the type
who, maybe,

might quit
if it gets too rough on him.

Well, we can do without him.

We're shorthanded already,
though.

I'd rather have ten drovers
who know the job and do it right

than an army of Danny Claytons.

I don't think he's that bad.

Later, Rowdy.

We got something more important
to worry about now.

♪ I got a gal nine feet tall ♪

♪ I got a gal, that ain't all ♪

♪ Sleeps in the kitchen
with her feet in the hall ♪

♪ Skip to my Lou, my darling ♪

♪ Skip, skip, skip to my Lou ♪

♪ Skip, skip,
skip to my Lou ♪

♪ Skip, skip, skip to my Lou ♪

♪ Skip to my Lou, my darling. ♪

Hi, boss.

Everything all right?

Oh, it's quiet enough
around here all right,

but, uh, seems to me
this feller, Royce,

has kind of got you
spooked a little.

Well, as long as it's me
and ain't the herd.

Keep your eyes open.

♪ Skip, skip, skip to my Lou ♪

♪ Skip, skip,
skip to my Lou ♪

♪ Skip, skip, skip to my Lou ♪

♪ Skip to my Lou, my darling. ♪

(cows mooing)

Any trouble?

No.

I could ride this watch
in a rocking chair.

Like you did this morning?

I'm sorry about that, Mr. Favor.

Won't happen again-- I promise.

(hoof beats approaching)

- Any luck?
- If he's hiding out there,

he's doing it under a rock.

We'll just have to wait for him
to make his play.

You're not going to keep
a double watch all night.

We got a choice--

either no sleep or no herd.

Stay out of that
rocking chair, boy.

(chuckles)
Don't worry, Mr. Favor.

(cocks gun)

(uncocks gun)

(rustling)

(fires two shots)

(men hollering)

Better start moving out.

Get the rest of the men out.

Clayton, you fire those shots?

Huh?

No, no!
Somebody was shooting at me!

All right, forget it.
Get them bunched up though.

Scattered to kingdom come.

(men shouting, whooping)

(men shouting, whistling)

Not too bad.
Lost a couple dozen head though.

Bad enough.

I could take a few men
and go after it.

Ah, you'll leave us too short.

We'll just have to
write them off.

Why don't we go after that
trigger-happy friend of ours?

'Cause we can't spare the men.

I can't figure is
why he shot at Clayton.

What did that prove?

Well, it spooked the herd,
didn't it?

And for what?

For two dozen head?

If he could round them up.

Hey, uh, aren't those ours
down there?

(cattle mooing)

These, uh, happen to be
your strays, don't they?

Yeah, I found them
back that ways.

They were scattered
all over the brush.

What happen,
your herd spook last night?

You wouldn't know
nothing about that, I suppose.

Not a thing.

(chuckles)
The way you been watching us,

you ought to be up on
just about everything.

Not last night.

Camped on the flat last night.

But you have been following us.

Oh, sure, for a couple of days.

Why?

I'm kind of choosy
about the company I keep.

It's an old habit of mine.

Not about to draw
on an inside straight

until I try on
the dealer's coat.

See, way I figure it,
man would be a fool

not to get the lay of the land
before he tried to move in.

Move in?

Well, yeah.

I'm looking for a job.

Gonna put me on?

Come on.

(men shouting, whistling)

I was never so glad
to get a layover in my life.

Now, if those replacements
only show up,

so I can relax and enjoy it.

What about him?

Oh, Royce? What about him?

Aw, come on, Clay.

You're gonna get rid of him,
aren't you?

He's doing a good job.

What for?

Thought that was all settled.

(sighs): All right,
you're the trail boss.

You can hire
anybody you want to.

He explained why
he was following us.

'Twasn't unreasonable.

He didn't explain why he tried
to bushwhack Danny.

Denied that.

You think he'd brag about it?

Well, outside of that,
that's all you got against him,

except for following us
for a day or two.

The other hand, he picked up
most of those strays.

Saved us a lot of time,
money and trouble.

So you figure you owe him
something, I suppose.

Well, my thanks, at least.

And you know
how shorthanded we were.

Sure.

But it's a great way
to tie in with the outfit.

(chuckles)

Get in good and wait for a
chance to pull something bigger.

It's possible.

Matter of fact, I remember
somebody else trying that once.

You.

All right, all right.

Maybe I got nothing on him, but
I'll bet you my last iron man,

he isn't joining this crew
just for the job.

Long as he does it,
I got no complaints.

Hey, uh, we gonna layover here?

Yeah.

Yeah, mighty pretty country.

Reminds me of back home.

You ever been around Cimarron?

No.

Well, don't you belong back
there on the flank some place?

Yeah.

You know,
I was at a job like this

a couple of years ago,
up near Cimarron.

You ever work
the Cimarron Trail?

Hey, Royce.

I'll take over here.

Rowdy wants more men at drag.

Why me?

Everybody in this outfit
eats his share of dust.

My share, but no more.

Don't do us any favors.

I won't.

Hi, Clayton.

Shoot any rabbits lately?

Or did you just want the herd
to have a little exercise?

How did you know about that?

Oh, the mooing kept me awake
last night.

Couldn't shut my eyes.

How about your mouth?

There's only three things in
this world that's real quiet:

falling snow,
the hour just before dawn,

and the mouth of a man
just dead.

I

'Bout time you showed up.

Well, I can't say
I was itching to come.

I figured this was
just the spot for you,

being as you're so good
at rounding up strays.

Keep them moving.

I want them in the valley
and settled by sundown.

You want me to kiss them
good night, too?

You can if you'd like.

Well, everything's
running smooth.

I think we'll make it
by sundown.

It's amazing how efficient
a crew gets

once they smell
a night on the town.

Yeah, most of them, that is.

What's that mean?

Royce.

Oh, you, too?

And what's your headache?

I ain't got no headache.

It's just that he ain't

going out of his way
to be exactly friendly.

You want a friend,
you join a social club.

Now, get them bedded down.

Senor Favor, the sheriff
wants to see you.

Sheriff?

Si, from the town Cactus Wells.

He's at the chuck wagon.

Oh, Lord, what-what kind of
a law you suppose we broke now?

Well, it's probably
just the usual welcome

extended to all drovers:
"Get out of my town."

Yeah.

(sighs):
Ah.

Nothing like that, Mr. Favor.

We don't mind drovers one bit.

Why, if it wasn't for you boys,

hardly nobody would come
to Cactus Wells.

Besides, saloons can
use the business.

Well, those are sure
the places that'll get it.

Anything special
on your mind, Sheriff?

Yep.

I'm looking for
any one of these gents.

Outlaws, all of them.

Outlaws? Why come to us?

I got me a system, Mr. Favor.

Man riding alone is more liable
to attract attention

than a man riding with a crowd.

Make sense?

Well, it's a system, all right.

And looks like it works, too.

What's that?

"Simon Royce.”

You know him?

Seen him?

He's one of my drovers.

Where is he?

Go get him.

No arguments, Mr. Favor;
I'm the man he's looking for.

Better come along
with me, Royce.

Not until
you've read these, Sheriff.

What's all this?

Well, that's an affidavit
from the judge,

tells all about the trial
and my acquittal.

Acquittal?

Read what it says.

Well, as far as I can see,
anybody could've written this.

Yes, sir, but not anybody
would print up a newspaper,

and that's right out of
the Tulsa Weekly.

Tells the story
of the whole trial.

Always carry these with me,
Mr. Favor.

Otherwise, I'd get picked up
once a week.

We got to get this thing
straightened out.

Seems plain enough
to me, Sheriff.

Your flyer is
a little out of date.

Maybe.

But I better check with Tulsa,
just to make sure.

You do that.

He ain't going nowhere.

I'll take those, you don't mind.

Well, if that's all, Mr. Favor,
I'll get back on the job.

Go ahead.

Anything else
on your mind, Sheriff?

I guess not.

Seems to me you ain't
too particular about your crew,

him being an ex-convict and all.

The man's pedigree
is his business, not mine.

Up to you.

See you boys back in town.

Clay.

The herd's bedded down.

You and Rowdy pick out
the nighthawks, and...

then, uh, the rest of the crew
can take off.

When do you expect
the new hands?

Should be here now.

You go into town
with Rowdy tonight.

See if they're
waiting around there.

What's the matter?

Ain't nobody got nothing to do?

Uh, we're just wondering,
Mr. Favor.

When those new drovers show up,

you still figure
to keep Royce on?

What?

Might be somebody's got
some objections?

Might be.

What for?

Because he's an ex-convict?

No, not that so much.

What, then?

Well, uh, there-there just
something funny about him.

Way he keeps watching all of us,
like he's looking for somebody.

Say it straight out, Joe.

He just plain
sticks in our craw.

That's the way it is, boss.

He don't get on with us,
and we don't get on with him.

Since when
in the ever-loving world

was you ever paid
to like each other?

Hiring ain't a community
project, it's my decision.

He does his job, he stays.

Any more objections?

Good. Then we can consider
this little meeting adjourned

and get back to work.

Just surprised you didn't
put your two cents worth in.

Boys said it just fine.

And my bet still goes-- double.

Yeah, looks like
it'll be an easy night.

I guess those beeves are just as
glad to settle down as we are.

You're not worried,
are you, Mr. Favor?

No.

Let's just say a little curious.

I didn't kill my wife,
Mr. Favor.

That come out in the trial--
she killed herself.

That's rough.

Yeah. Must take a lot
to turn a gun on yourself.

You either got to be
very brave or...

awful scared.

Sick, maybe?

Maybe.

Anyhow, I figure
she made up her mind

-before I caught up with her.
- Caught up?

Well, you read what it said
on that flyer.

I was set up
on a manslaughter charge.

Helen and me only been married
little less than a year.

Sent me away for seven years.

(sighs):
Well...

when I got back, she was gone.

Ran off with another man.

(sighs):
Well...

I can't blame her, though.

They say he was
a lot younger than me.

After all...

being alone for seven years...

I guess she just
couldn't wait it out.

Many men wouldn't be
that generous.

Well, it's better than believing

that she just
didn't want me no more.

Well, after a couple of months,
I caught up with her.

She'd even changed her name.

She was in... Tulsa.

Alone.

(sighs)

She'd gotten about as low
as a woman can get.

Must have been a rough meeting
for both of you.

No, it was worse for her.

I wanted to forget all about it
and start all over again.

She wouldn't have
no part of that.

She just put me out.

The last time I ever saw her.

I guess she shot herself
right after I left.

How come they accused you
of killing her, then?

Man with a record,
that just comes natural.

Took them a couple of weeks
to catch up with me,

and that was the first
I heard of it.

'Course, I... straightened
all that out in the trial.

Since then?

I been looking.

Looking?

Looking for the man
who left her.

So Clay was right--
you didn't join the outfit

just for the job, after all.

He's a drover.

After he left Tulsa,
he drifted west to Texas.

He joined up with a herd
on the Goodnight-Loving Trail.

That'd be your outfit,
Mr. Favor.

Know who he is?

I don't know his name; I don't
even know what he looks like.

But if he's here,
I'll find him.

That is, if you're still here.

Here, out there,

some place.

I'll just be hanging around
like before.

You can't stop me, Mr. Favor.

My wife's dead,

and somebody in this outfit's
gonna answer for it.

Used all the water, huh?

All right, come and get it!

Now, line up over here,

and don't crowd--
there's plenty for everybody.

Come on, let's go.

Plenty-plenty for everybody.

Lots of time for seconds.

Come along,
move along, move along.

Let me get the rest
of the fellas in here.

Let's go.

All right, what is this!

All of a sudden
you expect me to wait on you?

(chuckles) You don't think for
one minute we're gonna settle

for that when we can get
a good meal in town, do you?

Good meal?
Well, when you get ptomaine,

don't come to me for help!

At least it'll be
better tasting ptomaine

-than what you dish out.
- You going to town, Quince?

Doggone it!
I'm sorry.

Best you keep your eyes open
instead of your big mouth.

Yeah? Well, how about keeping

those big things
out of the way, then?

You through with that?

Whew!

-(chuckles)
- What brand of polecat

they squeeze that out of?

That's the most expensive
lotion you've ever seen.

Two dollars a bottle.

Come all the way
from Paris, France.

On its own steam, too.

Well, you got to use
something strong.

Drown out the smell
of that herd.

Me, I'll take cow.

I never would've guessed.

- Fix you a plate, Mr. Clayton?
- No, thanks.

Not tonight, Mushy.

(sniffs)

If the new man ain't there yet,

you send a telegraph
to Paul Freeman at this address,

ask him what's holding 'em up.

Gotcha.

I'm ready when you are, Rowdy.

Hey, that's what I call
a real big-city drover.

What on earth are you
decked out for?

Cactus Wells ain't
no El Paso, boy.

Females are females, no matter
where they hang their hat.

Hey... a lady killer!

He even smells kind of fancy.

Probably scare up
more flies than women.

Rowdy, if you play
your cards right,

I may even cut you in.

Oh, looks like you got some
competition for a change, Rowdy.

ROWDY:
Yeah, well, I might not, uh,

smell so fancy, boy,
but experience, you know?

Experience?

Rowdy, you're looking
at the granddaddy Casanova

of the whole southwest.

I'll bet you I've kissed more
girls than you've ever seen.

He talks a heck
of a game, doesn't he?

DANNY:
Not only talk.

Someday I'll show you
my little address book.

There ain't a town kickin'
that hasn't got some girl

just waiting for Danny Clayton
to come back.

Hey, you really been around,
haven't you?

Yeah.

I, uh...

don't suppose you ever been
down Oklahoma way, have you?

Oklahoma? Sure.

Even hit Missouri, Arkansas.

- Been all over.
- Cimarron Trail?

- Tulsa?
- Yeah?

Look, Rowdy,
you and, uh, Danny'd

-better get rolling, huh?
- Oh, no hurry.

SIMON: You ever come across
a girl named Helen?

Helen?
Oh, I suppose so.

I mean, Sally, Mary, Helen.
(chuckles)

I get 'em kind of mixed up.

Uh, Royce, you... you should be
going out nighthawking now, huh?

I got the time, Mr. Favor.

Helen Rogers,
she called herself.

She was, uh...
kind of small,

real pretty, had brown hair.

Rogers.

Helen Rogers.

Helen Rogers, yeah!

Oh, I remember her now.

You know her, too, do you?

Yeah, Clayton...
I know her, too.

-(grunts)
- ROWDY: What's going on?

Well, he was gunning for me!

(groaning, panting)

If you're going into town,
get going.

I can't figure it--
what'd he want to gun me for?

Aw, he was just looking
to gun anybody, Danny.

One thing for sure,

he probably won't be
with this outfit any longer.

Let's go.

You couldn't have
been any faster

if you'd known
he was gonna do that.

I knew.
I'll talk to him alone.

(heavy sigh)

(sighs)
So you think you found him, huh?

(panting):
You heard.

I heard a kid
blowing his own horn.

Everything he said adds up.

To what, another
manslaughter charge?

Is that all you need
to kill a man?

What kind of excuse did he have
for killing my wife?

He didn't! Come on, face it,
Royce, she shot herself.

On account of what he did
to her; it's the same thing.

You still don't know
Clayton's your man.

You kill him,

you'll never be sure.

I'm sure.

And what about the next
loudmouth punk that comes along?

And the one after him?

Royce, you'll have
to kill them all.

Royce, think I can cover the
whole end of the valley myself?

You're supposed to be
on watch, too, ain't you?

All right, Mr. Favor,
it'll keep, for the time being.

- Well, are you coming?
- It's my fault.

I held him up.

All right, go on.

Ain't nothin'
you'll be needing it for.

Mushy.

You mind doing a little
extra work for me tonight?

- Well, of course not, Mr. Favor.
- I'll need another nighthawk.

Nighthawk?

Yeah. I wouldn't bother you,

except, uh, we're
a little bit short.

Well, that's all right;
glad to help.

Well, a-any special place,
Mr. Favor?

Yeah, the south side.

Near Royce.

Al right.

And, uh, you keep
a sharp eye on him, huh?

Now, if he leaves his post,
you tell Kilroy to follow him.

Then you come back
and tell me, all right?

Why, sure thing, Mr. Favor.

Uh... uh, thank you.

I'll do my doggonedest.

(horse departing)

I

(cattle bellowing)

Nice, quiet evening,

huh, Mr. Royce?

Oh, hi, Mushy.

You lonesome, or...
you just scared of the dark?

Gee, I don't know
what you mean, Mr. Royce.

I'm just trying to do a good
job, like Mr. Favor wants.

Well, that's fine, Mushy.

You just do a good job.

Easy, Raven.

Want to have some coffee
or company?

Well, now, I'll have
a little bit of both,

since they're both so fine.

Myself, when I can't sleep,

I get out my letters book.

That way instead
of counting sheep,

I just end up counting.

Well, you want to talk about it
or do you want to try

-to run that grizzly down
yourself? -Hmm?

Royce.

Grizzly?

Royce is more like a bar of soap
on Saturday night--

not much to hang on to.

(chuckles)
You hung on to him, all right,

right in the belly.

I had to; he meant it.

Yeah, he was gunning for Danny.

- Why?
- He's got his reasons,

or at least he thinks he does.

Point is, I knew about it
this afternoon.

Oh, not that he
was gunning for Danny,

but somebody in the outfit.

Well, why didn't you just
get rid of him right then?

It wouldn't have done any good.

He'd have just hung
close to the herd, anyway.

By letting him stay on,
I could keep an eye on him,

maybe even find out
who he was after

before he found out himself.

Well, that makes sense.

Not much, the way it turned out.

I'm worse off than I was before.

If I let him go now,
he'll just pick Danny off

from ambush somewheres
along the line.

Can't let him stay on, neither--
I'd have to ride herd on him

24 hours a day.

Well, how about
telling the sheriff?

Ain't no law against
threatening, just doing.

Well, Mr. Favor, being
a trail boss is one thing,

but blowing Gabriel's horn
and trying to grow wings

at the same time is
something entirely different.

Hmm?

Well, why don't you just tell
Clayton about Royce,

the whole story, then back off
and let them fight it out?

'Tisn't any of your business.

They're working for me,
it's my business.

Not when it comes to a killing.

MUSHY:
Mr. Favor! Mr. Favor!

He's gone! He's gone!

- Mr. Royce, he lit out!
- You send somebody after him?

- Well, that's just it; I didn't
even see him go. -What?!

Well, one minute he was there,
and the next, he...

- How long ago? -Maybe half hour,
maybe a little more.

Well, what took you so long
to tell us?!

Well, I tried to find him.
I couldn't believe it at first,

so I looked everywhere.

(disgusted groan)
Nighthawk!

Well, I'm sorry.

I'm real sorry, Mr. Favor.

Look, if Rowdy gets back
before I do,

you tell him I went into town.

- Tell him why.
- Hey, look.

Hyah!

(men shouting)

(shouts, whistles)

Danny Clayton.

Too late.

(birds chirping)

(mutters)

Come on, boy,
we got work to do.

I'm all out of water.

Hi, Mr. Wishbone.

Come on, this isn't your fault.

Yes, it is, Mr. Wishbone.

I didn't do what
I was supposed to.

Mr. Royce got loose
on account of me.

Now, we don't know he did it.

Could've been an accident.

Oh, you don't believe
that, Mr. Wishbone.

Nobody does.

Well, just stop
blaming yourself.

Now, go on, get me some water.

Well, it's all finished.

It's got to be
about 50 yards back there.

Good. All we have to do
is wait for Mr. Favor.

You know,
I still can't figure it out.

Last we saw of Danny,
he was walking out of the saloon

with the prettiest looking
redhead you ever seen.

When was that?

Well, it was earlier.

Uh, we waited around for him.

Figured he preferred
the redhead's company to ours.

Was he drinking much?

No more than everybody else.

I don't know
about later, though.

No, Wish, this, uh...
this wasn't no accident.

I didn't say it was.

- Any coffee left, Wish?
- Yeah, plenty.

Did you see the sheriff?

Yeah, he's forming up a posse.

But by the time they get moving,
Royce could be in New Mexico.

- Seen Clay?
- Nope.

'Fraid there's not
much hope there, either.

Royce just had too much
of a head start.

Something on your mind?

Yeah, Wishbone says you knew

what Royce was gonna do
all along.

To a point.

And you kept him on?

Well, I'm sure Wishbone'll
fill you in on the rest of it.

Yeah, all except
about you sending Mushy

to keep an eye on him.

FAVOR (sighs):
Yeah.

'Fraid that might have
been a mistake.

ROWDY: Yeah, and you
know what you always say

about making mistakes.

Yeah.

I remember.

Why don't you lay off?

Can't you see he feels
bad enough already?

Yeah, well, Danny Clayton
can't feel a thing.

Senor Favor, Senor Clay
and the others are coming back.

I think they have Royce.

What's gonna happen,
Mr. Wishbone?

We'll turn Royce over
to the sheriff.

But then what?

Well...

the law takes over.

They'll give him a trial
and decide

-whether or not he's guilty.
- But we know he did it.

Maybe.

But the law's got to say so.

I

Found him out across the flats;
his horse had gone lame.

Well, Royce?

What do you want me to do,
start crying about it?

I couldn't be happier
unless I killed him myself.

You must be feeling
real fine, then.

When I kill a man,
I do it to his face.

You left the herd last night.

You waited for Danny
on the road from town,

you bushwhacked him,
then you tried to make it

look like an accident!

All right, save it
for the sheriff, Clay.

No, sir.
He's gonna tell it to us.

The trail drive's
got its own laws.

There's no reason
why we can't try him.

Yeah, if it's herd business.

This is murder.

We got that right, too.

Not as long as the law's around
to take care of it.

(men talking indistinctly)

Looks like you've got
a full-blown mutiny

on your hands.

Could be worse than that--
they go through with it,

each and every one
could be up for murder.

Well, if I know Rowdy and Clay,

-they'll go through with it.
- They do,

they'd better figure
on digging two graves--

one for Royce, the other for me.

Now, listen to me, all of you...

- Now, look Mr. Favor...
- Listen!

Now, this ain't a trial;
it's building into a lynching.

You got your minds all made up,
and without proof.

Well, how much more do we need?!

He tried to kill Danny
right here in camp.

Even told you he
was gunning for him.

You don't know that
he accomplished it.

Besides, Danny was drunk,
he'd always been careless,

so it could've been an accident.

What about a couple of days ago
when the herd almost stampeded?

He tried to ambush Danny.

I didn't shoot Clayton;
he was shooting at shadows.

Besides, why would he want
to kill him then,

when he still didn't know
Danny was the man he was after?

And don't forget, you want to
take things into your own hands,

be judge and jury,

you got to go whole hog--
be executioner, too.

Well, what are we supposed
to do, let him go?

No, turn him over
to the sheriff,

let the law take care of it.

One last thing.

I know a lot of you think I
throw my weight around too much.

That's part
of being a trail boss.

Boss is right, herd moves,
the trail's easy.

When he's wrong, beef and men
are lost and hurt.

Either way, it falls
back on his shoulders.

So if I made
a mistake about Royce,

it's up to me
to correct it-- my way.

All right, Royce,
let's get moving to the sheriff.

(chuckles) Sure is nice to see
how some of you fellas

have smartened up
all of a sudden.

I still say Royce killed Danny.

Well, maybe, but that's
for the judge and jury to say.

Now... how'd you like your crow,
boiled or fried?

No, baked'll be just fine, Wish.

Well, thank you, Mr. Favor.

It sure could've been tight.

Afraid the sheriff ain't
gonna be any easier on you.

Oh, now, come on, Mr. Favor,
no point in you taking me in.

Same thing is gonna happen.

You showed 'em
how it was an accident.

I showed 'em how it
could have been an accident.

That's what it was.

With this under the saddle?

That Julia burr?

Well, that just got stuck there.

Even under the saddle blanket?

Uh-uh, you put that under there
to keep that horse running.

He wouldn't have moved

with a dead weight
hanging from the stirrup.

And the battering Danny took'd
cover the beating you gave him.

You can't prove it.

Well, it ain't up to me; it's
up to a regular judge and jury.

So you knew it
all the time, huh?

Let's go.

So you did do it.

Sure.

I met him on the road
coming back from town.

(chuckles): He was so drunk
he didn't recognize me.

He didn't know why
I was beating him up.

No, Mushy.

Aw, now, come on, Favor,
you know better than that.

Let's go.

I can't, Mr. Favor.

I'm sorry, Mr. Favor.

I-I wanted so bad to make up
for letting him go.

You did fine, Mushy, just fine.

I couldn't shoot.

Couldn't shoot
at anybody, I guess.

Let's just hope
you never have to.

-♪♪
-(shouts, whistles)

(cattle bellowing)

All set.

What about those new men?

Oh, they're gonna
work out just fine.

Oh, say, boss, um...

about Royce, well, uh...

we were all wrong, and the boys
wanted me to tell you,

(chuckles):
so, uh, well, I'm telling you.

So you've told me.

Now, keep 'em moving.

Right.

I

Head 'em up!

Move 'em out!

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Keep movin', movin', movin' ♪

♪ Though they're disapprovin' ♪

♪ Keep them doggies 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)