Rawhide (1959–1965): Season 5, Episode 5 - Incident of the Four Horsemen - 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)

♪♪

(men shouting)

(whistles, shouts)

(cattle bellowing)

(shouts, whistles)



(cattle bellowing)

- Hyah! Hyah!
-(whistles)

Hargis!

What's the matter, Hargis?

You're pushing that cattle like
you got a grudge against them.

You trying to tell me
how to do my job, trail boss?

Oh, Hargis, I'm just saying you
ought to simmer down a little,

quit pushing yourself so hard.

You're not satisfied
with the way I'm doing my job

you just fire me, hear?

But don't give me
no Sermon on the Mount.

(shouts, whistles)

ROWDY: There ain't
too much water, is there?

We could still go round and go
by way of Buffalo Spring, Gil.

- Lose four or five day?
- Well...

better than losing
half the herd.

Hey, you see what I see?

(shouts, whistles)

Whatcha got there?

Just some greenhorn kid.

Probably got lost,
couldn't find water.

Now he's half baked, half dead.

(quietly):
There you are.

- Easy. Easy!
-(coughing)

Hey! Hey!

What are you trying
to do, kill me?

How you feel, boy?

Where am I?

And who the devil are you?

Well, you're smack
in the middle of nowhere, boy,

and for all you know,
I might be the devil hisself.

So you just mind your manners.

Yeah.

Where are my clothes?

Mr. Favor's
drying them out for you.

What happened?

You fell in the water, boy.

My name is not boy!

What are you doing
out here, boy?

Where'd you come from?

Did you get lost
from one of those buffalo hunts

-for Eastern dudes?
- I was on my own!

I was looking for a town

when my fool horse
stepped in a chuckhole.

Not that it's
any of your business!

You know, I think this is one
we should've thrown back.

"Benjamin Paine Whitney IV."

All right!

Al right,
now you know who I am!

My father could buy
your mangy herd of cows

a dozen times over.

And not even miss
the small change.

So what does that make me, huh?

A rich man's son.

You seen yourselves
a rich man's son.

Now, stop gawking at me
and tell me

-which way to the nearest town.
-70 miles back down trail.

Well, I just happen to have part
of my monthly allowance on me,

and I'll pay one of you a nice,
round figure to take me there.

All right, Hargis,

get 'em started!

Hey, my wallet.

Little man,
I'll take you for nothing

just to get rid of you.

Somebody stole my wallet.

- I had $180 in cash!
- All right, just simmer down.

All right, which one of you
has my wallet?

Come on, who's the thief!

Hey, you!

Nobody here's a thief,
except maybe me.

'Cause nobody touched
your clothes except me.

I don't know nothin'
about no wallet... do I?

Mr. Favor, leaders
are moving out mighty fast.

He took my wallet.

If I was you, boy,
I'd watch how you talk.

- Slow 'em down.
- want my wallet!

Don't never do that, boy! Never!

I don't care who you are,
where you come from!

You're on the trail,
you better learn some manners!

Don't you ever accuse
anybody of nothin'

till you got hard fact
to back it up.

You remember that.

Be glad to get rid
of him for you.

Send him back down
to the trail to Lara City.

Two days back down the trail,
four down there and back,

and I can't even spare
one man for one day.

I'll tell you what,
I'll let you have a horse

and point you in the right
direction back down that trail,

or you can come along with us.

Oh, he's a Jonah, boss-- you're
gonna have nothing but trouble.

Next town down the line is over
a hundred miles, Sand Hill.

You go along with us, you'll
have to work for your keep.

Pay you 75 cents a day,
you help Wishbone and Mushy

on the chuck wagon

and make yourself
generally useful.

Well, make up your mind--
we got to get moving.

I'll take the job.

All right. Well, this ain't
no Saturday night social club.

Come on, those cows
are getting lonesome.

Come along with me,
Benjamin Paine Whitney IV.

Mushy,

what makes you think
you're Cleopatry?

- What?
- Lying out like you thought

all you had to do
was count the stars.

Well, my helper's finishing up.

Your helper?

- Mushy...
- Well, yes, Mr. Wishbone?

Firewood.

Firewood for tomorrow morning!

F-Firewood.
Yes, sir, Mr. Wishbone.

How's Mr. Benjamin Paine Whitney
this evening?

(laughs softly) Talking
to you's like talking to Shorty.

He's one of my team.

The dumb one.

You know, you keep polishing
that it's gonna disappear.

(dishes clatter)

Now, what makes you so mad, boy?

I'm not mad.

I'll bet this is the first time
in your young life

you ever washed dishes.

Look, I just want
to get this job done,

-is that all right with you?
- Well, you got it done.

And you got the rest
of the evening to yourself.

Now, you can go draw yourself
a tarp and a blanket,

and get yourself
a nice, soft rock for a pillow,

and I won't disturb you again
until 3:30 in the morning.

They still riding you?

You just keep bucking hard
till you shake 'em off.

They get tired of climbing on
after a while.

Yeah.

(cattle bellowing)

Hey, uh, Ben, uh...

I don't know whether
Wishbone told you or not,

you're not supposed
to waste water out here.

See, it's a rule of the trail
when going through

bone-dry country like this, you
just don't wash with the water.

Oh. Is that so?

Yeah, that's right.

Well, I'm not like
you mangy cowhands

who sleep in your clothes
months on end.

I got a little pride
in how I look...

and smell...

if that's all right
with you, mister!

Listen to me, boy,

you may have a fancy education
and talk circles around me,

but just don't let me catch you
using any water, understand?

HARGIS:
Mighty tough hunk of horse,

aren't you, ramrod?

Real good at stomping kids.

Anytime, Hargis.
I'm just waiting.

Look, I don't need your help;
I can handle my own fights.

You keep out of this.

This is between him and me.

Rowdy!

All right, all right,

what's the fuss about this time?

Nothing I'm gonna
lose any sleep over.

Hargis, you've been on the prod

ever since you
joined this outfit.

It's not his fault--
I'm the one that started it.

All right, you're
working night herd.

Move out.

Mr. Trail Boss.

I can do better than wrestle
those pots and pans.

Why don't you
let me work the herd.

You just better prove you
can do one job right first.

(sighs)

(whispers):
Roll out.

(singsongy):
Benjamin Paine Whitney IV...

-wake up.
-(groans)

- Come on, it's after 3:30.
- Let me go. I'm trying to sleep.

Tell me when the sun comes up.

We'll be halfway
to Devil's Fork by then.

- Now, come on, roll out.
- Why!

- Hey!
- MAN: Shut up.

MAN 2:
I'll put a gag on ya.

Uh, sugar?

- Sugar?
- Nope.

- Sugar?
- Sure.

Oop.

Sugar?

- Sugar?
- Yep.

(sighs)

Well, that's plumb poison.

- Tastes like salt, huh?
- Wishbone, what are you

trying to do, kill us?

I put muddy water on last week's
grounds, what do you think?

Why, I must have put salt
in the sugar can.

- Look at him, grinning like a...
- Why, we ought to pour this

-down your scrawny throat.
- That's a good idea.

Hold it!
Hey, Whitney,

come here.

This ain't no college,
but I like to think

we act like men around here.

Well, any of you men
think you can pour coffee

and dip sugar better than me,
I'll trade jobs with you.

I can ride better than
any of you old buzzards anyhow.

Sonny boy, nobody ever
won a war with his mouth.

Quince, Scarlet, that, uh, cup
of coffee you're gonna feed him,

see it's got
lots of sugar in it.

Yeah!

Now, wait a minute.
Hey, hey!

- Come on, will you?
- Open wide, country boy.

- Salt's good for you.
- Just drink her down.

Best cure I know
for a sweet tooth.

Well, come on, boy,
pack that pot

and those firearms and things.

Might as well finish her off.

The man said pack the pot.

So I pack the pot.

- I'd like to kill... -Why,
killing him would be too easy.

- So help me, I'm gonna.
- Hold on, Joe.

I got an idea that'll
beat that all hollow.

Hey Soos!

- Saddle Loco.
- Loco?

Uh, you want to ride him, eh,
all the way to Hell?

No, it's for college boy
back at the wagon.

- Him ride Loco?
- We won't let him get hurt.

- No, señores, no. -Pretend
you're cutting him out for me.

- Don't know. Señor Fav...
- He'll be glad

we give that kid
some of his own.

Saddle him.

(groans)

All right, Mushy, come on
and help me load those boxes.

I'm packing here, Mr. Wishbone.

What did I just say?

Hey, boy!

Now, look, Mr. Favor's
short a drover on the ride.

Now, if you can prove you're
as big a man with a horse

as you are with your mouth,
you just might get the job.

- What's the joke?
- Oh, there ain't no joke.

Got one all saddled for you--
all you got to do is mount up,

ride over there to him
and strut your stuff.

'Cause he needs you, boy.

Come on.

-(neighs)
- What's the matter with him,

-he scared of me or something?
- Yeah, or something.

Well, there's no fear
in him, boy.

He doesn't look like much.

I'm used to riding real horses.

There's enough horse here
for you, boy.

Just get above him.

-(men laughing)
-(neighing, grunting)

(Loco neighs)

What's the matter, boy?

They set you on a hunk
of wild horse?

No runty thing like that
is gonna throw me!

(Loco neighs)

Quince! Scarlet!

Was you thinking of putting
that boy on Loco?

- Was you?
- Just having a little fun, boss.

Nobody's been able to set
on that animal for five seconds,

and you want to stick
that boy on him?

All right, Hargis, put
the horse back in the remuda.

Come on.

As for you two, since you
got the mentality of cattle.

Maybe you'd better
get back with 'em.

(Loco neighing)

(neighing)

Hargis!

-(Loco grunting)
- Fool.

(Loco neighs)

Whoa, now, boy.

Whoa! You got a lot of spunk,
and I like that.

You just learn to smile
when old Sam smiles,

and life will be
a lot easier on both of us.

Get down off that horse.

Yes, sir, Mr. Trail Boss.

Here you are, kid.

Your grandma could ride him now.

Hargis...

What's the matter, trail boss?

You jealous 'cause I broke him
and you couldn't?

Look, Hargis, I knew who you was
before I took you on.

Best bronc buster
in the territory,

before the war.

Now there ain't a cattleman

from here to Omaha'll
take you on.

I've heard 'em all say:
Sam Hargis fights horses

like they was
his last enemy on earth.

Why'd you hire me, then?

Didn't see no reason
to kick a man when he's down.

(chuckles): Well...
ain't you the softhearted one.

Picking up a poor old,
broke-down horse fighter

and giving him another chance.

Oh, Hargis!

Well, I don't want
anything from you, mister.

No pity, no nothin'!
And if I'm not doing my job

to suit the high-and-mighty
trail boss,

then you just give me my time.

You won't see me for dust.

It's up to you.

I wouldn't fire you for this.

But if you want to ride out,

nobody's stopping you.

Well...

I'll stay.

The horse is still a menace;
get him back to the remuda.

You won't have any trouble
with him from now on.

All right, Ben,
you've done your share.

Mushy's taking care
of the firewood.

Coffee, boss?

The kid, how's he doing?

Well, he works,
I got to say that,

and not like a rich man's son.

(cattle bellow in distance)

Ben. Nice night, huh?

I like that
out in this country,

hot in the day, cold at night.

Say, about that, uh,
job riding you was asking about.

I, uh, will be able to use you
starting tomorrow.

You don't have to do
anything for me.

Mr. Favor?

Well, what I meant is...

(sighs) I-I don't deserve
anything from you.

You remember that wallet,

the one I made
such a time about?

Well, I found it in my jacket
the first night out.

I didn't say anything, 'cause...

because I didn't have the guts,

and I didn't want to give you
the satisfaction

of knowing what a fool
I made of myself.

In this heat,
a herd gets thirsty

and hard to handle.

I actually could use
another hand.

I'd like to try.

Tomorrow morning, then.

You can get a horse
from Hey Soos.

Better see Wishbone about a hat.

That took guts,
standing up to him like that,

about that wallet.

Your father
must be proud of you.

My father doesn't care
whether I'm alive or dead.

Of course he cares.

He may not say much,
but he cares.

I know.

A man's son means...
just about everything.

Well, not to my dad.

Building railroads,
that's the only thing

means anything to him.

May seem that way, Ben.

I got kicked out
of college this spring.

Think he cared?

Sure.

It embarrassed him.

But he never asked me
how I felt.

I wasn't made...

Who cares?

Hey.

That's no way for a boy to talk.

You see this ring?

Finest ring made
by the hand of man.

Present from my father.

I get a present every time
I open my mouth.

He never listens.

But I get a present.

Took me on a trip this time.

Out west.

Big buffalo hunt.

Private railroad car.

And he spent all his time with a
bunch of stuffed-shirt bankers,

just as if I were
so much excess baggage.

So I took off.

On my own, for good.

Figured maybe I'd...

find a wagon train
headed for California,

drift for a while,
find some things of my own.

Find a place.

Anyway, I never figured
my horse would die

and I'd get lost.
(laughs)

Made a fool of myself again.

It happens every time.

I just can't do anything right.

Yeah, well, ain't a man alive
who hasn't made mistakes, Ben.

But it takes a pretty good one
to admit it.

You say your pa
never had time for you?

Maybe he figures you
never had time for him.

Oh, well, that
makes great sense.

Well, making a railroad's
a... big job.

So's being a father.

Man can't do it alone.

He needs help.

Kind of help
only his son can give him.

(wry laugh)
My father has everything.

Wrong, boy.

He hasn't got you.

How can I help him?

By trying.

Just by trying.

Thank you, Mr. Hargis...

for the second time.

Second time?

You did pull me
out of that water.

Nothing I didn't do for
my own boy, six times a week,

-twice on Sunday.
- Your boy?

My boy. Jeff.

Well, where is he?

Dead.

I

(whistling)

Ah, toro, toro!

Hargis, watch 'em!

Whoa!

(cattle bellowing)

Move, you slab-sided,
flat-headed hunks of beef!

Ben, haze 'em in there!

(whistles)
Haze 'em in!

They stop and go
like a prairie dog

when they're working cows.

Sit him hard and firm, Ben,
or you might find yourself

-doing a flying eagle.
- Yeah?

And watch those steers.

Thirsty like this,
one of 'em might turn mean,

try and hook you with a horn.

- Use that lariat if you have to.
- All right.

Haze 'em in!

I'll get 'em for you.

Nah-ah, that's my job.

Hyah! Hyah!

(whistles, shouts)

I

I like the way you ride, Ben,
but, uh, there is a better way

to handle cattle--
you're just stirring 'em up.

So don't use that rope
unless you got to.

Mr. Hargis told me to do that.

All right, you go ahead
and listen to Mr. Hargis,

but you'd best do what I say.

Favor...

-(horse approaching)
- Mr. Favor!

Ran into two dry holes in a row.

Sounds like
the story of my life.

Now, we figured four or five
days without water to the rock,

but if we have to go
a couple of days over that...

Keep looking.

And they're having trouble with
the leaders up at the point.

-(cattle bellowing)
- Whoa, now.

Easy... does it.

You just drift over this way?

Half the night gone,
and they still won't bed down.

Better get some rest yourself.

I'm all right.

You can't stand watch all night.

Take an hour on your back
like the rest of us.

I'll have the kid relieve you
on this side.

Favor...

that, uh...

that kid, Ben...

he listens to what I say.

Maybe he's even
a little bit proud

of the things
I can do with a horse,

things I can show him.

I want it to stay that way.

I'd kill a man if he tried
to come between that kid and me.

Look, Hargis...

I'm telling you this,
trail boss,

'cause you been square with me,

and I want to be
square with you.

No matter what I said
the other day, you...

you did give me this job,

and a chance to pick myself up.

I want to thank you for it.

That's all I got to say.

- Come on.
- Huh?

Time to get up, son.
Night watch.

- Groans)
- Yeah, I know.

That old Mother Earth
makes a pretty good bed,

when there ain't
nothin' else around.

Come on, I'll ride
with you a ways.

Why don't you go get
some sleep yourself there?

I'm all right.

(cattle bellowing)

Sound almost sad, don't they?

Yeah.

Sad and lonely.

Loneliest place in the world, it
always seemed to me, the desert.

I did a lot of talking
last night, didn't I?

It helped, talking about it.

Maybe it helped me, too.

Maybe it helped to...

talk about... Jeff again.

I've been fighting against...

remembering how it was
for so long

that ...

Man never had a...

finer son
on the face of this earth.

Followed me like a shadow.

Wanted to do everything
the way his pa did it.

Eat like me.

Walk like me. Everything.

Made a man...

feel proud.

Then the...

war came along.

He hadn't even reached
his 18th year yet.

But there he was,

standing shoulder to shoulder
with me when I joined up.

Good soldier, too.

And then that...

that charge at Shiloh.

Our regiment broke through.

Two of us...

running, yelling like we...

won the battle
all by ourselves.

And then he...

he wasn't yelling anymore.

I looked back...

and there he was...

all curled up on the ground...

like he was asleep.

I picked him up...

and started walking.

Got back to that hospital tent.

Surgeon said he was dead.

Dead.

Just like that.

Jeff and me...
were saving our pay.

We were gonna get us
a horse ranch,

raise thoroughbreds.

Loved horses, that boy.

His ma...

she ain't never forgave me
for what happened.

She was a... good woman,

but I... I left her.

It just seemed like it...

wasn't any point
to anything anymore.

I never told anybody
about Jeff before.

I guess I'm...

telling you because ll...

Listen...

you go back to your pa, son.

You go back and you tell him
about Sam Hargis.

And you stay with him.

'Cause a boy belongs
with his father.

And a man belongs with his son.

You do that, hear?

Mr. Hargis...

this money I have
in my wallet, I... well,

- I know it's not much, but...

I'd like you to have it
for the horse ranch.

You don't owe me nothin'.

Well, I didn't mean that.

I don't want it!

I'm not giving it to you,
it's... it's not a gift.

I figured maybe you might want
to take me in as a partner,

in the horse ranch.

You...

you got to go back
to your pa, boy.

Well, that still doesn't mean

I can't invest in
a friend's horse ranch, huh?

Well, if we're
gonna be partners,

you keep the money, okay?

Where you two been?

Stargazing?

We're gonna let 'em move out,

maybe find some night graze,
ease their thirst.

Since you can't sleep,
you take point, Hargis,

this side.

Ben, you take drag, same side.

Yes, sir.

Well, let's move on.

Hyah! Hyah!

(whistles, shouts)

(cattle bellowing)

Keep 'em away from those rocks!

Quince, watch 'em!
Slow 'em down!

I'll check and see
how things are on drag.

(whistles, shouts)

I

How's it going, boy?

(steer bellowing)

(bellowing loudly)

Hey! Let that steer go!

Hyah, hyah!

Hold it!

Haw, haw!

Ben, that's mine.
Let him go!

(whistling)

Haw! Haw!

Hargis! Scarlet! Turn 'em!

Heading for the canyon!

Turn 'em! Turn 'em!

Keep 'em in tight
till they settle down.

(whooping)

What are you doing?

I told you to leave
that steer alone.

Well, I'm sorry.

Oh, you're sorry.

How do you think
those steers feel?

They were thirsty before,
they gotta be wild now,

and we got another dry day
before we reach Rock Lake.

I said I was sorry.
What else can I do?

I'll tell you what you can do.

When Mr. Favor
tells you something,

I tell you something,
you jump, understand?

Don't go loping off by yourself.

Hey.

You don't talk to him
like that, ramrod.

Not while I'm around.

What is it, Hargis?
You his nursemaid?

Look, get back to work.

Quit bawling every time somebody
looks cross-eyed at your boy.

BEN:
Hey, no! No!

No!

No! No!

(shouting)

BEN:
No!

What happened here?

- Nothing. I'm all right.
- Tell me!

Look, it's all right.
I'll handle it.

Ben, what happened here?

Ben?

I'm the one, Favor.

I dropped a loop
over your ramrod, here.

Give him a Dutch ride.

Nobody talks to
Sam Hargis that way.

- Nobody.
- FAVOR: Get out.

You got exactly two minutes

to get your gear and clear out.

All right, trail boss.
That suits me just fine.

Both of us'll clear out.

- Come on, Ben.

I caused the stampede.

Those cattle are "wored" out.

Still days without water.

Mr. Favor needs all
the help he can get.

I'll meet you in Sand Hill.

Ben?

I gotta stay.

He was just born mean.

He's not like that.

Not when you get to know him.

Get yourself taken care of.

You get back to work.

You aren't strapped too tight?

No, no, I'm all right.
Thanks.

Well, I still say
you oughta be flat on your back.

I ride in that wagon,
it'd kill me.

(sighs)

(grunts, groans)

Well, come on. Move 'em out.

(whistling, whooping)

(steers bawling)

Now what do you think
you're doing up and around?

Oh, don't you start in on me.

I got enough problems of my own

without you treating me
like a newborn.

Never heard 'em bawl like that.
Suppose they smell water?

Might be.

Might be they're just on
the prod from the thirst.

We're gonna have us
a time holding 'em in.

ROWDY: Spreading out
all over the place.

They might be going
blind from the thirst.

I never thought of that.

We get to Rock Lake
and it's dry,

we're gonna have a blind herd
on our hands for sure.

Ben!

Catch up to Clay.

Rock Lake.

Want to know if it's dry.
I want to know pronto.

About a mile due north, Ben.

Will do!

Okay.

Favor.

Hargis, up there on the ridge.

Headed for Rock Lake.

Be a real pleasure
to run him down.

No. It's me he wants.

Blames me for coming
between him and Ben.

He'll come looking for me
in his own sweet time.

I don't mind waiting.

(hoof beats)

Well, hallelujah!

Make you thirsty?

Yeah.

Do you think the herd might be
getting thirsty, too?

Huh? Oh!

(whistling, whooping)

Mr. Favor!

BEN:
There's water up ahead!

Two, three miles.

Hey, look at 'em,
they smell it all right.

Watch 'em now!

Water up ahead!

- Water up ahead!
- Water up ahead!

Water up ahead!

(whistles)
Water up ahead!

Water up ahead!

...up ahead!

(steers bawling)

(whistling)

Hyah!

-(whoops)
- Kick 'em on!

Hey!

The marshal from Sand Hill
just come in,

and he's got your Pa with him.

They've had search parties
out all over looking for you.

And your Pa's
a real worried man.

Come on, you better go with me.

(gunshot)

- Hargis?
- Up in those rocks.

(gunshot)

I can move around behind him.

You stay here.
Keep the cows calmed down.

(gunshot)

Ben! What about your Pa?

- Fool! Get back to the herd...
-(gunshot)

Ben, I told you to
get out of here.

Let me go up there.

Look, he'll kill you just
as quick as he'd kill me.

No, let me talk to him alone.

Al right.

Get out of here, Ben!

Will you listen to me?

It's not too late.

You still could have
that horse farm.

We'll be partners,
like we planned.

My father's here.

He'll lend us the money.

Now will you just come down?

Yeah!

Yeah, your father.

He'd like that, wouldn't he?

You mixed up with
a broke-down old man?

I don't need your money!

And I don't need you!

Get out of here, Ben.

- I'm going after Favor.
- No!

Ben!

Ben!

I'm... all right.

Stay where you are!
I'll get you.

No! No, don't come down here.

Hargis!

Hargis!

-(thud)
- Har...

Hargis wasn't all that bad,
Mr. Favor.

He just needed...

Well, he forgot how to
meet people halfway.

Mm.

Just forgot to give a little.

Maybe that's a lesson
we all have to learn, son.

I... I think I might
have liked that man.

He told me I was wrong
about running away.

That I was wrong about you.

He was right.

Father, I'm sorry.

Well, I was wrong, too.

I think this is one time when
two wrongs can make a right.

If we let them.

- Let's go home, son.
- Sir.

If you don't mind,
I'll meet you in Sand Hill.

- Well, Ben...
- Father.

I took a job.

I promised these men
I'd help drive their cattle

as far as Sand Hill.

Now, I want to finish my job.

Al right.

FAVOR:
All right, let's get moving!

We can still make two or
three hours before sundown.

Ben, you're on drag.

Mr. Favor...

Thank you.

Ben, I'll see you in Sand Hill.

Uh, Mr. Favor...

Ben'll be all right, won't he?

As a matter of fact,
he's just getting a raise.

Dollar a day and all he can eat.

Well, I guess
I'll see you in Sand Hill.

Head 'em up!

Move 'em out!

♪ 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)