Rawhide (1959–1965): Season 5, Episode 6 - Incident of the Lost Woman - full transcript
Favor finds a passed out woman and her baby in the wilderness. The lady recovers and tells Favor her husband is dead and she is headed to California. She neglects to tell him the grandfather and uncles of the baby are after the baby.
♪ 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)
♪♪
Yep, it says right here
on the map
there's supposed to be
a town here called Melberg.
This is a town?
FAVOR:
Too small for a ranch,
too draggle-tailed
for a cemetery.
Must be a town.
Morning.
Good, uh, morning.
(snoring)
FAVOR:
Uh... good morning!
Wouldn't be interested
in a job, would you?
Me?
Yeah, I'm trying to fill out
a trail crew.
Need about four or five hands.
Dollar a day,
all you can eat.
Ain't interested.
FAVOR:
Why not?
Well, I ain't hungry.
Can't argue with that.
Now, mister, you know better
than to make an offer like that
to a little skinny fella.
How about you,
you a big eater?
Well, I didn't get
this running footraces.
Done any trail driving?
I been on most of 'em.
FAVOR:
Good. What's the name?
Gus Marsdon. What's yours?
Gil Favor.
This is Clay Forrester.
Job's yours if you want it.
Well, you got yourself a hand.
Uh, if you'll
help me out here first.
How?
MARSDON:
You both know how to write?
Yeah.
We got a couple
that want to get married.
They need, uh, witnesses.
Well, there's nothing
I like better
than somebody else's wedding.
I netted you a couple of fish.
You boys American citizens?
Uh, yeah.
Sign the book.
Uh, neat and straight.
FAVOR:
Yes, sirree.
Your turn.
Can you hurry this up?
Favor and Forrester.
Oh, I want you to meet
Amy Gault and Frank Louden.
- Howdy.
- We thank you for helping us.
Oh, it's m...
my pleasure, ma'am.
Just say the words.
Ooh, when I'm ready, boy.
When I'm ready.
This is supposed to be
a solemn moment.
Well, it's solemn in our hearts.
Isn't that where it counts?
Sure is, honey. Sure is.
Might be I got
a fast-talking version.
AMY:
Please.
Uh, you cowboys
stand over there.
FAVOR:
Al right.
This is my marryin' coat.
Now, uh...
hold them hands together.
(clears throat)
Now, folks, we stand here
in the sight of God...
me and these here cowboys...
to join this boy and this girl
in the state of matrimony.
Now, if there's anyone here
of a mind to object,
I want to know right now.
Otherwise it gonna be too late.
Al right.
Now, uh, who gives
this here child
to be married to this man?
FORRESTER:
Oh, uh... uh, yeah, I-I do.
And do you, Amy,
take this man, Frank...
- Fellow name of Louden in there?
- Yeah.
There a girl with him?
I here now pronounce you
man and wife.
What's the matter with you, Amy?
You gone crazy?
Now you hold on here!
Carl, I told you and Pa
I was getting married.
Now this is my choice,
and you can't undo it.
Married to this...
You're going home!
Take your hands off my wife.
Or what?
I said, take your hands off
my wife.
Watch it, child!
Oh, Carl!
Carl.
It's, uh, no use, ma'am.
Oh... oh.
(sobbing)
Who was he?
Her brother.
You two better get going.
Here comes more of 'em.
Amy.
Amy, I'm sorry.
I guess I'd best
go on alone, now.
No.
No, you're my family now.
This...
this couldn't be helped.
Let's go.
Are they married?
Firm.
Kerran, bring 'em back.
Sure thing, Mr. Gault.
That's my son's horse.
Where is he?
Well, Louden just murdered
your son, Mr. Gault.
- In there.
- Murdered Carl?
Murdered would be
the wrong word, mister.
It was a fair fight.
They ain't far ahead, Mr. Gault.
You'll get 'em.
You'd better--
it's you or him now.
You sure know the worst ways
of breaking bad news,
don't you, friend?
There's no sense
mincing around it.
What's your stake
in this business, Marsdon?
No stake.
Well, uh, you sure helped
provoke that fight
when you yelled.
How come?
Well, they'd have drawed
sooner or later.
You just wanted to make sure
it was sooner, huh?
Hey, you saw what happened.
They done it.
I didn't cause it.
But you didn't do anything
to stop it.
Why should I?
FORRESTER:
Well, Louden's your friend.
I never saw him before.
I was just passing by, like you.
Then how come you knew
he was the girl's father
when he rode in?
Everybody around here
knows Tom Gault.
You'd better get
to know him yourself.
You'll be driving your herd
across his land
all the way to Squaw River.
Squaw River?
How many acres this man got?
MARSDON:
He claims 100,000.
But so does Louden,
his new son-in-law.
The same 100,000?
MARSDON:
That's the fight.
Louden showed up around here
about eight months ago.
Saw all this land, started
bringing in his kinfolk,
staking out claims.
There were a couple of killings.
Now Louden's got
Gault's girl and land.
Nobody knows
who's right anymore.
Nobody cares.
The man who first settles the
land is the man who owns it.
Nobody can legally settle
100,000 acres.
Just like nobody's got the right
to say who a man can
or can't marry.
Is that your feeling, Mr. Favor?
A man ought to respect the law.
Well, since when did you respect
anything you knew was wrong?
Well, if it's wrong,
he can get it settled in court.
What are we talking about,
anyway?
Don't know the facts.
Besides, we got a herd to move.
Now that's a fight you won, boy.
Yeah, well, sometimes a man's
got to stand up and be counted.
You two coming or not?
That boy's a troublemaker,
Mr. Favor.
You're going to have
enough on your back
without him snapping at you.
War comes, Gault and Louden
both will be after your herd.
Maybe there won't be no war.
Maybe you can blow out the sun
with one puff.
With any kind of luck, we can
make Squaw River in two days.
Mr. Favor, you're dreaming
if you think you can outrun war.
FAVOR:
Quince! Scarlet!
Pushing beef, you know,
not a herd of turtles.
You didn't say to press 'em,
Mr. Favor.
Well, I'm saying it now.
I want to be across the Squaw
in two days' time.
Squaw's near 20 miles north.
Don't care if it's 200.
You prod some life
into that lead steer.
Right.
Quince, this is Gus Marsdon.
Check him out on drag.
Yep.
Look at 'em.
I've seen molasses
run faster in snow time.
How long before Rowdy will
be back with those new men?
Not in time to do us any good.
Probably a week.
Boy, without more help,
it'll take us
four days to get to the river.
- We'll make it.
- Mr. Favor!
Found a body up ahead.
Looks like a bushwhacking.
- Get Wishbone.
- Yeah.
What hit him?
Beats me.
Not a mark on him,
but he's dead.
You think...
you know him, Mr. Favor?
I know who he was.
His boss tried to break up
a brand-new marriage.
He was wrong.
Well, let's spade him in.
WISHBONE:
Mr. Favor!
Well, uncover him quick!
FAVOR:
Easy! Easy.
Easy.
Easy now.
Get it off his nose.
Grab it. Pull his arm.
WISHBONE:
You were dead.
He doesn't look like it now.
Get some water.
You said you checked him.
I did! No heartbeat,
no pulse, no breath, no nothing!
Oh, it's not his fault.
Take it easy,
take it easy.
I ought to carry around a letter
or something.
This has happened to me before.
Some kind of a trance
I go into.
Even the doctors
don't know why or how.
You're one of Gault's men.
Ben Kerran.
Now you stay down.
No, no, I'm all right.
I'm all right, I'm all right.
Look, an apology would
hardly be right.
If there's anything we can do...
Oh, forget it.
The only thing is...
I don't look forward
to reporting this to Mr. Gault.
He don't take too kindly
to failure.
Of course, I've been meaning
to quit him.
You ever worked a trail drive?
More than once.
Tell you the truth,
you'd be helping us out
if you joined up with us.
Well, now, I'd be much obliged
to you, Mr...
Gil Favor.
Mr. Favor.
Dollar a day and your meals.
Much obliged.
How you feel?
Fine.
Well, let's go.
He was dead.
Hyah!
FORRESTER: Here's where we are.
Here's the Squaw.
We keep up that pace
we hit today,
we'll make it by that river
by sundown tomorrow.
- Keep it up.
- Mr. Favor.
Afternoon.
Afternoon.
I'm still looking
for my daughter.
Have you seen her?
No, not since town.
You know, it's funny how quick
she disappeared.
Like the ground swallowed her.
The ground or a trail drive.
Uh-uh!
You wouldn't mind us searching
your camp, would you, Mr. Favor?
- Yeah, I would.
- Well, don't.
I got no cause to hurt you
or your men,
but I'm gonna get
my daughter back.
Look, she's not here, Mr. Gault.
Now if you can't see that
for yourself from where you are,
sorry, but that's all
the further you come.
Kerran, what the devil
happened to you?
I lost 'em, Mr. Gault.
Figured I best not go back.
Healthier all around that way.
You're working for him now.
For the time being.
You object to that, Mr. Gault?
Mr. Gault, why don't I take
some of the men
and search those wagons?
Why don't you just bring 'em
right on in, boy?
If you happen to run across
my daughter,
I'd appreciate hearing about it.
Everybody in these parts
knows where my ranch is.
It's some mighty fine looking
cattle you got.
It'll do.
I was thinking the same thing.
Adios, Mr. Favor.
Now it starts.
You afraid, boy?
All right, break it up.
The only thing starting
is this herd.
Let's get moving.
Move 'em out where?
The line between here
and the Squaw
is anybody's territory.
War, it comes, we're caught
right in the middle.
How far west we have to go
to be clear of it?
Oh, 50 miles west,
25 north, 50 back.
It'll take us forever.
What's the choice?
Gault will be raising an army
now. Louden, too.
An army needs beef.
I'm not gonna stand here
and have my herd slaughtered out
from under me.
What about a way west?
Well, the main problem is water.
The map doesn't show any holes
west of here.
There is a town
up the line a ways.
I could ride in and see
if they've spotted any wells.
All right, I'll go with you.
Quince, turn the herd west.
Keep 'em moving.
You know this fellow Marsdon
claims we're a bunch of fools.
Says no matter how hard we press
this herd,
we're gonna wind up in the big
fat middle of this fight.
Well, it ain't our war,
so we're gonna do everything
we can to stay out of it.
I don't care what Marsdon thinks
or wants.
QUINCE: Well, Kerran seems
to agree with him.
You know, for a couple of boys
that never met before,
they seem to be
an awfully friendly pair.
Better break them up.
Put Marsdon on right flank,
Kerran on left.
- Won't work.
- Why not?
Well, the way
those two work cattle,
they make the steers nervous.
They bunch 'em,
crowd 'em too much.
They're best on drag.
You worry about the steers,
I'll worry about the men.
- Split 'em.
- I'll do that.
What hit it?
Deader than Boot Hill
at midnight.
Well, there's another place
I know of called Calvin.
(tapping)
What was that?
(tapping continues)
See what I see?
Ayudame.
Ayudame.
Help.
See if you can dig up
some whiskey.
Hey, there's another one.
Hey.
Come on. Here, now try that.
That's good. Ooh.
-(coughs weakly)
- Come on. Come on.
My friend, he's alive, huh?
Huh. How long you been here?
No sé.
Three weeks, maybe more.
I heard you outside.
I want to yell.
Food. Food.
I'll give you some jerky
from my saddlebag.
(coughing)
Feeling better?
Si. Mil gracias.
You come along just in time.
- Ain't that right, Hombre?
- Ay.
It's the only name
he's got is Hombre.
Mine's Miller White.
-(coughs)
- Gil Favor, Clay Forrester.
What brought you here, luck?
Uh, no, we were looking
for information... and water.
Water.
Last well dried up
more than a month ago.
No water, no animals,
no crops, ho hay nada.
And just when we were all ready
to leave, anyhow,
the plague hit.
That finished it.
(coughs)
- How's thing west of here?
- Worse.
North?
Well, you'd probably be
all right northeast.
Especially across the Squaw.
It's funny how we always get
back to that Squaw.
You can take my word for it.
There ain't any grazing west
or straight north.
Who said we needed grazing?
You said you were trail drovers.
No, we didn't.
Well, you look like drovers.
Either you said it
or I guessed it.
What's it matter?
Do you have any more beef?
Plenty...
back at the chuck wagon.
You will take us with you, huh?
We would work hard.
All we need is water and food
and the loan of a horse
until we cross the river.
(coughs)
Well, you'll get the regular pay
all the hands get,
a dollar a day and grub.
Mil gracias, senor.
(coughing)
I hope those two can pull
their own weight.
If Gault and Louden decide
they need beef,
we're sitting ducks.
Yeah.
Well, we did the best we could
to stay out of this fight.
I guess it just wasn't meant
to be.
- That's what Marsdon said.
- Hmm?
You can't outrun war.
(cattle bellowing)
You back already?
You've had five plates already.
He says he likes your cooking.
But if you have no more.
Hold on. Give me that.
Mr. Favor sure isn't saving
any money on you.
Gracias, cocinero.
I suppose you'd like some more?
Well, it was very good,
Senor Wishbone, but...
- But you're already full.
- Yes.
I'm glad somebody is.
Hey, andale, andale.
(speak Spanish)
Andale.
So I come out here
for my health,
but it didn't do no good.
(coughing)
What's it like, Mr. White?
When I cough, it's like
a branding iron across my chest.
(coughing)
Funny, I've been feeling
a little tight
in my chest lately.
It's the night air.
Well, this is supposed to be
the cleanest air on Earth.
KERRAN:
This air clean?
Wait till you see my part
of the country.
Where's that, Mr. Kerran?
Long way off, Mushy.
Takes some men a whole lifetime
to get there.
I probably never will make it.
Sure you will.
We'll go with you.
Just let me know
when you're ready.
I'll take you myself.
(both coughing)
The Squaw dips down here,
runs north and south for a ways.
I figure that's where we ought
to make the crossing
right there at the dip.
How far away are we?
Less than a mile.
We ought to be across by 9:00,
9:30 tomorrow.
(chuckles)
You boys never quit, do you?
You're fools if you think
Gault will let your herd
get by him now.
Well, he hasn't stopped us
so far.
He hasn't needed the meat
so far.
You seem awful certain
of yourself, Kerran.
There are some things
you can't change, Mr. Favor.
What?
Death? The stars?
By me, a man makes his own fate.
Sure.
No, the unchangeable
I was referring to
was human nature.
MARSDON:
Mr. Favor?
We got a guest.
Louden.
I saw your campfire.
I figured I better check.
- How are you, Mr. Favor?
- Fine.
Take it easy.
He don't work for Gault no more.
I wondered why you stopped
following us that day.
Must have hit a tree limb
coming down that draw.
Knocked me out.
You show a lot of sand,
Mr. Louden.
Gault's ranch ain't far
from here.
Well, if you're gonna hit a man,
you better be close enough
to do some damage.
At least, that's what
my pappy-in-law taught me.
He got your ranch?
Every building
burned to the ground.
He had us outnumbered,
so we took to the hills,
about ten of us.
Been here ever since.
You mean here?
You and your wife?
Right under Gault's nose?
Right under his nose.
I sent word to Loudens
as far north as Dakota.
There's more than a hundred
of them riding down.
We don't figure to be
outnumbered and running anymore.
That's why I dropped in on you,
Mr. Favor.
Give you a chance to get out.
By sunup tomorrow, you better
have your herd turned south.
Can't do it.
Why, this will be battleground.
By tomorrow night,
your steers will be scattered
over a thousand acres,
ready to be picked up
by anybody who wants them.
There's no water
and no grass south of here,
so we can't go back.
I'm sorry.
I hoped I could help.
The way you and Forrester helped
me and Amy when we needed it.
I guess all I can do now
is wish you good luck.
You know, he's right.
Never pick up more
than a quarter of the herd.
He don't seem like
a bad fella, either.
Boy, it's a pity
he won't listen to reason.
Maybe nobody's ever tried
to talk reason to him.
Where you going?
After Louden,
try and talk reason to him.
FAVOR: Look, Louden, I don't
care how many men you've got,
you still can't win.
Now, will you listen to me?
I've been listening, Mr. Favor,
and I don't like what I hear.
Nobody wins wars;
you know that.
You've got to stop this
while there's still time.
It's too late to stop it.
And you want to see it happen?
I want what my husband
wants for me.
What? Hiding out like this?
Never a home,
never a minute's rest?
'Cause don't think this'll be
just one quick move
and then over and done with.
It'll go on for 20 years.
Now, you can't wipe each other
out in one blow, you know that.
You'll hit and scatter, and hit
and scatter, over and over
until there's just one Gault
or one Louden left alive.
Is that what you want
for your wife?
All I'm asking you to do
is to talk to him.
Frank, maybe you could...
Go to bed, Amy.
Gonna be a lot of work
to do in the morning.
- Good night, Mr. Favor.
- Good night.
You could have said all this
back at the camp.
Why come here with it?
I wanted to say it
in front of her.
I make the decisions.
She expects you to make
the right decisions.
Let me just try
and set up a meeting.
If it doesn't work,
it'll be on Gault's head.
Everybody will know you tried.
More important, she'll know it.
I was born on the frontier,
Mr. Favor.
I never had a nickel to my name.
My old lady
was a gambling shill.
My pa was a horse thief.
Men like Tom Gault
kicked me back in the mud
every time I lifted my head.
So, I kept lifting it again
and remembering the kicks
and waiting.
I won't give in to Tom Gault.
If you can set it up,
I'll talk to him.
Good.
- I'll get over there tonight.
-(hoof beats approaching)
It's Kerran.
Louden, it's Gault.
He got past your lookout.
What are you doing here?
I followed you.
-Why?
I figured I might be needed.
You were alone,
and I saw Gault
and about 30 of his men
cross your trail.
Frank, what is it?
It's your pa.
This is the way
he wants to talk.
(banging)
Real easy, friends.
Drop your gun belts.
Pa, you can't.
You're coming home, girl,
where you belong.
(gunshot)
- Frank!
- Get her out of here.
Frank! Frank!
Don't anybody try to follow us.
Tried to push him
out of the way.
He's bad?
It's bad enough.
Gault took the girl.
One of you get a doctor.
Say, how come Gault
was out at all?
How'd he know where to look?
War don't need eyes, Mr. Favor.
They're gone.
Come on,
they can take care of him.
If you don't mind,
I believe I'll stay
and watch over Louden
for a while.
I feel some responsible.
-(snoring)
- (slurring) ' Oh, my darling
I My darling »
I Where have you gone? [
I Oh, my darling
I Where have you gone? [
-(burps)
-(snoring)
I Oh, darling, come back to me
I Never leave me
♪ Oh, sweet señorita ♪
I Say you'll be mine.
Where'd they get it?
White and Hombre.
They broke it out
just as soon as you left.
Then the arguing started,
the taking sides--
Gault or Louden.
Get them over here right now.
Can't, they lit out.
Hi, Mr. Favor.
FAVOR:
What hit him?
WISHBONE:
I did.
Idiot came to me
with a bottle and said,
"Mr. Wishbone, do you mind
if I take a little nip?"
Well, I gave him a clot
across the chops
he'll remember
the rest of his days.
How'd you make out with Louden?
Didn't.
Then we can't move?
Oh, yeah, we can move all right,
all right.
What's the worst hangover cure
you ever come across?
Oh, pepper, red chili, mustard,
cactus juice, raw eggs.
Good, good.
Slip in a might
of gunpowder, too.
Can you have a couple
of quarts ready for morning?
Well, I can, but you don't
expect to have
any of these idiots working
by tomorrow, do you?
Oh, I expect to have
every last steer
across the Squaw by midmorning.
Can't be done.
Has to be done.
Maybe I can't stop this war,
but at least I don't
have to be caught in the middle,
not with safety a mile away.
Where are you going now?
I'll check night...
There is somebody out there,
ain't they?
Casey and Gathy.
Well, couple of good men.
(chuckles)
Couple of teetotalers.
Yeah.
(cattle bellowing)
(yelling, whistling)
Hyah, cattle. Hyah.
(sighing):
Well, there she is, huh?
Let's move them across.
Uh, boss.
Look, Gault,
we're gonna cross that river,
and nobody, man or devil,
is gonna stop us.
My daughter wants
to talk to you, Mr. Favor.
I told her this is no place
for a woman, but she's stubborn.
Is Frank dead?
Don't know, ma'am.
After you cross,
you'll probably see
some of Frank's people.
- Probable.
- Well, I'd appreciate it
if you would ask them
where he is
and then send a man
back here to tell me
because if Frank is dead,
then I don't care
to live, either.
And I won't.
Now, that's a silly,
childish thing to say.
AMY: Will you send me a message,
Mr. Favor?
I'll do that, ma'am.
Thank you.
Well, she's trying to bluff me
into letting her go.
She's got more threats
than tears,
and none of it means a thing.
Still, if you've got anybody
in your crew
that knows about medicine,
and if you run into Louden...
Louden's people will be here
any minute.
My first job is to get this herd
across the river.
After that,
I'll do everything I can.
GAULT:
Is that Louden?
Let's move.
(grunts)
Kerran, give me a hand.
Frank.
(panting) Thanks.
And thanks for sticking with me.
Don't you fret yourself,
Mr. Louden.
I'll be close by from now on.
There's Mr. Gault.
And your wife, Mr. Louden.
We just don't have enough men
to stop Favor now
if he wants to cross.
Now I told you not to fret
yourself, Mr. Louden.
They won't cross.
Steer 'em across!
Hyah!
(men whistling, yelling)
(whistling, yelling continues)
Hyah!
(yelling continues)
Hyah!
Head 'em up, turn
and slap 'em back! Yah!
Hyah! Hyah!
They act like they smell death
across that river, Señor Favor.
Yeah, sure. Death and
pestilence, war and famine.
Don't be foolish, Hey Soos.
Yah! Cattle, ho!
Hyah, cattle, cattle! Cattle!
Yeah, you cattle.
Let 'em go!
Your girl busted away from me.
You want me to go after her,
bring her back?
No, you couldn't, Willie.
There's nothing to it, sir.
I'd just ride over there
and grab her.
But you wouldn't be bringing
back my daughter.
All you'd bring back
is Mrs. Louden.
Oh, you're finally getting
that through your head, huh?
Finally.
Well, nothing stopped her horse.
Maybe nothing could.
Not even death.
Ah...
She just kept his head down.
Wh... what's that mean?
It's the sun that stopped
the cows.
They couldn't see
the other bank.
By noon, they'll go across
like babies.
Yeah, if there's anybody left
to push 'em.
Frank. Frank!
Frank, Frank!
Frank. Oh, Frank.
Kind of a shame we can't do it
like they did
in the old storybooks
when they'd send a fella out
from each side,
and the fella who won,
why, he'd win everything.
It's also kind of a shame
the young smart-alecks
won't keep their mouths shut
when their betters are talking.
Wait a minute, wait a minute.
You still dead set on a big war?
Well, he'd never go
for an idea like that.
I'm asking if you'd go for it.
I'd think about it if he would.
Wish, you got a fair-sized
piece of white cloth?
I got an old white shirt.
Dig it out.
I'm going across the river.
KERRAN:
Good morning, Mr. Favor.
- Want to talk to Louden.
- Can't talk.
Him and his kinfolk
had a powwow.
They elected me general.
You can say your say
right here.
Well, what's your proposition?
Not a proposition-- a challenge.
A what?
Fight to the finish--
one man from each side.
No-holds-barred,
winner take all.
No.
Well, now that's
an interesting idea.
Why not?
It's to Louden's advantage.
We've got him outnumbered.
Then why don't you just
start shooting?
- Maybe I'm getting tired
of killing. -Well?
What's your stake, señor?
Your herd?
FAVOR:
Every last steer.
- And 100,000 acres?
- And 100,000 acres.
How can you decide a fight
with just two men?
Who's your challenger?
Marsdon?
Well, now that all depends
on who you boys send out.
I made the challenge.
You, Mr. Favor?
Well, in that case,
I think I'd like the honor.
Wait a minute, Mr. Favor,
it's my land,
it's my responsibility.
It's my herd.
Right here, high noon?
High noon.
Your side of the river.
(low murmuring)
(coughing)
Boy, I just can't figure why
Mr. White left the herd.
What's funny about that?
He's a mercenary.
Like those other three. That's
why they hang around together.
What's a mercenary?
Oh, it's a soldier who'll work
for anyone
as long as they pay him enough.
Those saddle tramps are trying
to squeeze every last dime out.
That's why
they keep switching sides.
They're not cowhands.
Not enough money in it.
Well, what's a mercenary?
I told you, a saddle tramp.
A cowbum who'll look around
for any kind of trouble
that he can make
a fast buck out of.
Yeah, and they even make trouble
among themselves
when things get slow.
(hoof beats approaching)
(men yelling)
Change your mind any
about the rules?
- No.
- Ready when you are, Mr. Favor.
Don't you know yet you can't
beat me, Mr. Favor?
Come on, Mr. Favor!
(blows landing)
Frank?
Oh, Frank, you can't die.
Frank. Frank.
Frank.
Frank.
Amy?
Frank, Frank.
Oh. Frank.
Oh, Frank.
Frank.
(men shouting)
Frank?
What's happening?
No, Frank, lie still.
I gotta get over there.
No, Frank, lie still.
(Kerran grunting)
Frank, lie still.
Lie still.
♪♪
Sometimes I make a mistake
about people.
I picked the wrong time
to fight you.
I'll be back someday,
Mr. Favor.
I'll be waiting.
(coughs)
Hey, I think that cough of mine
cleared up, Mr. Wishbone.
Well, it's about time.
Hey, look at that.
How did they get started?
Death is gone.
Now take a look above you,
Hey Soos.
Sun's behind 'em now.
Get in the water!
Let's help 'em!
(men shouting)
You really believe that is all
there was to it, Señor Favor?
It's all there could have
been to it.
(whistling)
Hyah!
Just the sun in their eyes.
It's done, Gault.
The land's yours,
but not the woman.
I never yet heard of a father
giving away his daughter
without a dowry.
How about 50,000 acres?
There's room enough here
for all of us.
Head 'em up!
Move 'em out!
(men shouting)
♪ 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)
- 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)
♪♪
Yep, it says right here
on the map
there's supposed to be
a town here called Melberg.
This is a town?
FAVOR:
Too small for a ranch,
too draggle-tailed
for a cemetery.
Must be a town.
Morning.
Good, uh, morning.
(snoring)
FAVOR:
Uh... good morning!
Wouldn't be interested
in a job, would you?
Me?
Yeah, I'm trying to fill out
a trail crew.
Need about four or five hands.
Dollar a day,
all you can eat.
Ain't interested.
FAVOR:
Why not?
Well, I ain't hungry.
Can't argue with that.
Now, mister, you know better
than to make an offer like that
to a little skinny fella.
How about you,
you a big eater?
Well, I didn't get
this running footraces.
Done any trail driving?
I been on most of 'em.
FAVOR:
Good. What's the name?
Gus Marsdon. What's yours?
Gil Favor.
This is Clay Forrester.
Job's yours if you want it.
Well, you got yourself a hand.
Uh, if you'll
help me out here first.
How?
MARSDON:
You both know how to write?
Yeah.
We got a couple
that want to get married.
They need, uh, witnesses.
Well, there's nothing
I like better
than somebody else's wedding.
I netted you a couple of fish.
You boys American citizens?
Uh, yeah.
Sign the book.
Uh, neat and straight.
FAVOR:
Yes, sirree.
Your turn.
Can you hurry this up?
Favor and Forrester.
Oh, I want you to meet
Amy Gault and Frank Louden.
- Howdy.
- We thank you for helping us.
Oh, it's m...
my pleasure, ma'am.
Just say the words.
Ooh, when I'm ready, boy.
When I'm ready.
This is supposed to be
a solemn moment.
Well, it's solemn in our hearts.
Isn't that where it counts?
Sure is, honey. Sure is.
Might be I got
a fast-talking version.
AMY:
Please.
Uh, you cowboys
stand over there.
FAVOR:
Al right.
This is my marryin' coat.
Now, uh...
hold them hands together.
(clears throat)
Now, folks, we stand here
in the sight of God...
me and these here cowboys...
to join this boy and this girl
in the state of matrimony.
Now, if there's anyone here
of a mind to object,
I want to know right now.
Otherwise it gonna be too late.
Al right.
Now, uh, who gives
this here child
to be married to this man?
FORRESTER:
Oh, uh... uh, yeah, I-I do.
And do you, Amy,
take this man, Frank...
- Fellow name of Louden in there?
- Yeah.
There a girl with him?
I here now pronounce you
man and wife.
What's the matter with you, Amy?
You gone crazy?
Now you hold on here!
Carl, I told you and Pa
I was getting married.
Now this is my choice,
and you can't undo it.
Married to this...
You're going home!
Take your hands off my wife.
Or what?
I said, take your hands off
my wife.
Watch it, child!
Oh, Carl!
Carl.
It's, uh, no use, ma'am.
Oh... oh.
(sobbing)
Who was he?
Her brother.
You two better get going.
Here comes more of 'em.
Amy.
Amy, I'm sorry.
I guess I'd best
go on alone, now.
No.
No, you're my family now.
This...
this couldn't be helped.
Let's go.
Are they married?
Firm.
Kerran, bring 'em back.
Sure thing, Mr. Gault.
That's my son's horse.
Where is he?
Well, Louden just murdered
your son, Mr. Gault.
- In there.
- Murdered Carl?
Murdered would be
the wrong word, mister.
It was a fair fight.
They ain't far ahead, Mr. Gault.
You'll get 'em.
You'd better--
it's you or him now.
You sure know the worst ways
of breaking bad news,
don't you, friend?
There's no sense
mincing around it.
What's your stake
in this business, Marsdon?
No stake.
Well, uh, you sure helped
provoke that fight
when you yelled.
How come?
Well, they'd have drawed
sooner or later.
You just wanted to make sure
it was sooner, huh?
Hey, you saw what happened.
They done it.
I didn't cause it.
But you didn't do anything
to stop it.
Why should I?
FORRESTER:
Well, Louden's your friend.
I never saw him before.
I was just passing by, like you.
Then how come you knew
he was the girl's father
when he rode in?
Everybody around here
knows Tom Gault.
You'd better get
to know him yourself.
You'll be driving your herd
across his land
all the way to Squaw River.
Squaw River?
How many acres this man got?
MARSDON:
He claims 100,000.
But so does Louden,
his new son-in-law.
The same 100,000?
MARSDON:
That's the fight.
Louden showed up around here
about eight months ago.
Saw all this land, started
bringing in his kinfolk,
staking out claims.
There were a couple of killings.
Now Louden's got
Gault's girl and land.
Nobody knows
who's right anymore.
Nobody cares.
The man who first settles the
land is the man who owns it.
Nobody can legally settle
100,000 acres.
Just like nobody's got the right
to say who a man can
or can't marry.
Is that your feeling, Mr. Favor?
A man ought to respect the law.
Well, since when did you respect
anything you knew was wrong?
Well, if it's wrong,
he can get it settled in court.
What are we talking about,
anyway?
Don't know the facts.
Besides, we got a herd to move.
Now that's a fight you won, boy.
Yeah, well, sometimes a man's
got to stand up and be counted.
You two coming or not?
That boy's a troublemaker,
Mr. Favor.
You're going to have
enough on your back
without him snapping at you.
War comes, Gault and Louden
both will be after your herd.
Maybe there won't be no war.
Maybe you can blow out the sun
with one puff.
With any kind of luck, we can
make Squaw River in two days.
Mr. Favor, you're dreaming
if you think you can outrun war.
FAVOR:
Quince! Scarlet!
Pushing beef, you know,
not a herd of turtles.
You didn't say to press 'em,
Mr. Favor.
Well, I'm saying it now.
I want to be across the Squaw
in two days' time.
Squaw's near 20 miles north.
Don't care if it's 200.
You prod some life
into that lead steer.
Right.
Quince, this is Gus Marsdon.
Check him out on drag.
Yep.
Look at 'em.
I've seen molasses
run faster in snow time.
How long before Rowdy will
be back with those new men?
Not in time to do us any good.
Probably a week.
Boy, without more help,
it'll take us
four days to get to the river.
- We'll make it.
- Mr. Favor!
Found a body up ahead.
Looks like a bushwhacking.
- Get Wishbone.
- Yeah.
What hit him?
Beats me.
Not a mark on him,
but he's dead.
You think...
you know him, Mr. Favor?
I know who he was.
His boss tried to break up
a brand-new marriage.
He was wrong.
Well, let's spade him in.
WISHBONE:
Mr. Favor!
Well, uncover him quick!
FAVOR:
Easy! Easy.
Easy.
Easy now.
Get it off his nose.
Grab it. Pull his arm.
WISHBONE:
You were dead.
He doesn't look like it now.
Get some water.
You said you checked him.
I did! No heartbeat,
no pulse, no breath, no nothing!
Oh, it's not his fault.
Take it easy,
take it easy.
I ought to carry around a letter
or something.
This has happened to me before.
Some kind of a trance
I go into.
Even the doctors
don't know why or how.
You're one of Gault's men.
Ben Kerran.
Now you stay down.
No, no, I'm all right.
I'm all right, I'm all right.
Look, an apology would
hardly be right.
If there's anything we can do...
Oh, forget it.
The only thing is...
I don't look forward
to reporting this to Mr. Gault.
He don't take too kindly
to failure.
Of course, I've been meaning
to quit him.
You ever worked a trail drive?
More than once.
Tell you the truth,
you'd be helping us out
if you joined up with us.
Well, now, I'd be much obliged
to you, Mr...
Gil Favor.
Mr. Favor.
Dollar a day and your meals.
Much obliged.
How you feel?
Fine.
Well, let's go.
He was dead.
Hyah!
FORRESTER: Here's where we are.
Here's the Squaw.
We keep up that pace
we hit today,
we'll make it by that river
by sundown tomorrow.
- Keep it up.
- Mr. Favor.
Afternoon.
Afternoon.
I'm still looking
for my daughter.
Have you seen her?
No, not since town.
You know, it's funny how quick
she disappeared.
Like the ground swallowed her.
The ground or a trail drive.
Uh-uh!
You wouldn't mind us searching
your camp, would you, Mr. Favor?
- Yeah, I would.
- Well, don't.
I got no cause to hurt you
or your men,
but I'm gonna get
my daughter back.
Look, she's not here, Mr. Gault.
Now if you can't see that
for yourself from where you are,
sorry, but that's all
the further you come.
Kerran, what the devil
happened to you?
I lost 'em, Mr. Gault.
Figured I best not go back.
Healthier all around that way.
You're working for him now.
For the time being.
You object to that, Mr. Gault?
Mr. Gault, why don't I take
some of the men
and search those wagons?
Why don't you just bring 'em
right on in, boy?
If you happen to run across
my daughter,
I'd appreciate hearing about it.
Everybody in these parts
knows where my ranch is.
It's some mighty fine looking
cattle you got.
It'll do.
I was thinking the same thing.
Adios, Mr. Favor.
Now it starts.
You afraid, boy?
All right, break it up.
The only thing starting
is this herd.
Let's get moving.
Move 'em out where?
The line between here
and the Squaw
is anybody's territory.
War, it comes, we're caught
right in the middle.
How far west we have to go
to be clear of it?
Oh, 50 miles west,
25 north, 50 back.
It'll take us forever.
What's the choice?
Gault will be raising an army
now. Louden, too.
An army needs beef.
I'm not gonna stand here
and have my herd slaughtered out
from under me.
What about a way west?
Well, the main problem is water.
The map doesn't show any holes
west of here.
There is a town
up the line a ways.
I could ride in and see
if they've spotted any wells.
All right, I'll go with you.
Quince, turn the herd west.
Keep 'em moving.
You know this fellow Marsdon
claims we're a bunch of fools.
Says no matter how hard we press
this herd,
we're gonna wind up in the big
fat middle of this fight.
Well, it ain't our war,
so we're gonna do everything
we can to stay out of it.
I don't care what Marsdon thinks
or wants.
QUINCE: Well, Kerran seems
to agree with him.
You know, for a couple of boys
that never met before,
they seem to be
an awfully friendly pair.
Better break them up.
Put Marsdon on right flank,
Kerran on left.
- Won't work.
- Why not?
Well, the way
those two work cattle,
they make the steers nervous.
They bunch 'em,
crowd 'em too much.
They're best on drag.
You worry about the steers,
I'll worry about the men.
- Split 'em.
- I'll do that.
What hit it?
Deader than Boot Hill
at midnight.
Well, there's another place
I know of called Calvin.
(tapping)
What was that?
(tapping continues)
See what I see?
Ayudame.
Ayudame.
Help.
See if you can dig up
some whiskey.
Hey, there's another one.
Hey.
Come on. Here, now try that.
That's good. Ooh.
-(coughs weakly)
- Come on. Come on.
My friend, he's alive, huh?
Huh. How long you been here?
No sé.
Three weeks, maybe more.
I heard you outside.
I want to yell.
Food. Food.
I'll give you some jerky
from my saddlebag.
(coughing)
Feeling better?
Si. Mil gracias.
You come along just in time.
- Ain't that right, Hombre?
- Ay.
It's the only name
he's got is Hombre.
Mine's Miller White.
-(coughs)
- Gil Favor, Clay Forrester.
What brought you here, luck?
Uh, no, we were looking
for information... and water.
Water.
Last well dried up
more than a month ago.
No water, no animals,
no crops, ho hay nada.
And just when we were all ready
to leave, anyhow,
the plague hit.
That finished it.
(coughs)
- How's thing west of here?
- Worse.
North?
Well, you'd probably be
all right northeast.
Especially across the Squaw.
It's funny how we always get
back to that Squaw.
You can take my word for it.
There ain't any grazing west
or straight north.
Who said we needed grazing?
You said you were trail drovers.
No, we didn't.
Well, you look like drovers.
Either you said it
or I guessed it.
What's it matter?
Do you have any more beef?
Plenty...
back at the chuck wagon.
You will take us with you, huh?
We would work hard.
All we need is water and food
and the loan of a horse
until we cross the river.
(coughs)
Well, you'll get the regular pay
all the hands get,
a dollar a day and grub.
Mil gracias, senor.
(coughing)
I hope those two can pull
their own weight.
If Gault and Louden decide
they need beef,
we're sitting ducks.
Yeah.
Well, we did the best we could
to stay out of this fight.
I guess it just wasn't meant
to be.
- That's what Marsdon said.
- Hmm?
You can't outrun war.
(cattle bellowing)
You back already?
You've had five plates already.
He says he likes your cooking.
But if you have no more.
Hold on. Give me that.
Mr. Favor sure isn't saving
any money on you.
Gracias, cocinero.
I suppose you'd like some more?
Well, it was very good,
Senor Wishbone, but...
- But you're already full.
- Yes.
I'm glad somebody is.
Hey, andale, andale.
(speak Spanish)
Andale.
So I come out here
for my health,
but it didn't do no good.
(coughing)
What's it like, Mr. White?
When I cough, it's like
a branding iron across my chest.
(coughing)
Funny, I've been feeling
a little tight
in my chest lately.
It's the night air.
Well, this is supposed to be
the cleanest air on Earth.
KERRAN:
This air clean?
Wait till you see my part
of the country.
Where's that, Mr. Kerran?
Long way off, Mushy.
Takes some men a whole lifetime
to get there.
I probably never will make it.
Sure you will.
We'll go with you.
Just let me know
when you're ready.
I'll take you myself.
(both coughing)
The Squaw dips down here,
runs north and south for a ways.
I figure that's where we ought
to make the crossing
right there at the dip.
How far away are we?
Less than a mile.
We ought to be across by 9:00,
9:30 tomorrow.
(chuckles)
You boys never quit, do you?
You're fools if you think
Gault will let your herd
get by him now.
Well, he hasn't stopped us
so far.
He hasn't needed the meat
so far.
You seem awful certain
of yourself, Kerran.
There are some things
you can't change, Mr. Favor.
What?
Death? The stars?
By me, a man makes his own fate.
Sure.
No, the unchangeable
I was referring to
was human nature.
MARSDON:
Mr. Favor?
We got a guest.
Louden.
I saw your campfire.
I figured I better check.
- How are you, Mr. Favor?
- Fine.
Take it easy.
He don't work for Gault no more.
I wondered why you stopped
following us that day.
Must have hit a tree limb
coming down that draw.
Knocked me out.
You show a lot of sand,
Mr. Louden.
Gault's ranch ain't far
from here.
Well, if you're gonna hit a man,
you better be close enough
to do some damage.
At least, that's what
my pappy-in-law taught me.
He got your ranch?
Every building
burned to the ground.
He had us outnumbered,
so we took to the hills,
about ten of us.
Been here ever since.
You mean here?
You and your wife?
Right under Gault's nose?
Right under his nose.
I sent word to Loudens
as far north as Dakota.
There's more than a hundred
of them riding down.
We don't figure to be
outnumbered and running anymore.
That's why I dropped in on you,
Mr. Favor.
Give you a chance to get out.
By sunup tomorrow, you better
have your herd turned south.
Can't do it.
Why, this will be battleground.
By tomorrow night,
your steers will be scattered
over a thousand acres,
ready to be picked up
by anybody who wants them.
There's no water
and no grass south of here,
so we can't go back.
I'm sorry.
I hoped I could help.
The way you and Forrester helped
me and Amy when we needed it.
I guess all I can do now
is wish you good luck.
You know, he's right.
Never pick up more
than a quarter of the herd.
He don't seem like
a bad fella, either.
Boy, it's a pity
he won't listen to reason.
Maybe nobody's ever tried
to talk reason to him.
Where you going?
After Louden,
try and talk reason to him.
FAVOR: Look, Louden, I don't
care how many men you've got,
you still can't win.
Now, will you listen to me?
I've been listening, Mr. Favor,
and I don't like what I hear.
Nobody wins wars;
you know that.
You've got to stop this
while there's still time.
It's too late to stop it.
And you want to see it happen?
I want what my husband
wants for me.
What? Hiding out like this?
Never a home,
never a minute's rest?
'Cause don't think this'll be
just one quick move
and then over and done with.
It'll go on for 20 years.
Now, you can't wipe each other
out in one blow, you know that.
You'll hit and scatter, and hit
and scatter, over and over
until there's just one Gault
or one Louden left alive.
Is that what you want
for your wife?
All I'm asking you to do
is to talk to him.
Frank, maybe you could...
Go to bed, Amy.
Gonna be a lot of work
to do in the morning.
- Good night, Mr. Favor.
- Good night.
You could have said all this
back at the camp.
Why come here with it?
I wanted to say it
in front of her.
I make the decisions.
She expects you to make
the right decisions.
Let me just try
and set up a meeting.
If it doesn't work,
it'll be on Gault's head.
Everybody will know you tried.
More important, she'll know it.
I was born on the frontier,
Mr. Favor.
I never had a nickel to my name.
My old lady
was a gambling shill.
My pa was a horse thief.
Men like Tom Gault
kicked me back in the mud
every time I lifted my head.
So, I kept lifting it again
and remembering the kicks
and waiting.
I won't give in to Tom Gault.
If you can set it up,
I'll talk to him.
Good.
- I'll get over there tonight.
-(hoof beats approaching)
It's Kerran.
Louden, it's Gault.
He got past your lookout.
What are you doing here?
I followed you.
-Why?
I figured I might be needed.
You were alone,
and I saw Gault
and about 30 of his men
cross your trail.
Frank, what is it?
It's your pa.
This is the way
he wants to talk.
(banging)
Real easy, friends.
Drop your gun belts.
Pa, you can't.
You're coming home, girl,
where you belong.
(gunshot)
- Frank!
- Get her out of here.
Frank! Frank!
Don't anybody try to follow us.
Tried to push him
out of the way.
He's bad?
It's bad enough.
Gault took the girl.
One of you get a doctor.
Say, how come Gault
was out at all?
How'd he know where to look?
War don't need eyes, Mr. Favor.
They're gone.
Come on,
they can take care of him.
If you don't mind,
I believe I'll stay
and watch over Louden
for a while.
I feel some responsible.
-(snoring)
- (slurring) ' Oh, my darling
I My darling »
I Where have you gone? [
I Oh, my darling
I Where have you gone? [
-(burps)
-(snoring)
I Oh, darling, come back to me
I Never leave me
♪ Oh, sweet señorita ♪
I Say you'll be mine.
Where'd they get it?
White and Hombre.
They broke it out
just as soon as you left.
Then the arguing started,
the taking sides--
Gault or Louden.
Get them over here right now.
Can't, they lit out.
Hi, Mr. Favor.
FAVOR:
What hit him?
WISHBONE:
I did.
Idiot came to me
with a bottle and said,
"Mr. Wishbone, do you mind
if I take a little nip?"
Well, I gave him a clot
across the chops
he'll remember
the rest of his days.
How'd you make out with Louden?
Didn't.
Then we can't move?
Oh, yeah, we can move all right,
all right.
What's the worst hangover cure
you ever come across?
Oh, pepper, red chili, mustard,
cactus juice, raw eggs.
Good, good.
Slip in a might
of gunpowder, too.
Can you have a couple
of quarts ready for morning?
Well, I can, but you don't
expect to have
any of these idiots working
by tomorrow, do you?
Oh, I expect to have
every last steer
across the Squaw by midmorning.
Can't be done.
Has to be done.
Maybe I can't stop this war,
but at least I don't
have to be caught in the middle,
not with safety a mile away.
Where are you going now?
I'll check night...
There is somebody out there,
ain't they?
Casey and Gathy.
Well, couple of good men.
(chuckles)
Couple of teetotalers.
Yeah.
(cattle bellowing)
(yelling, whistling)
Hyah, cattle. Hyah.
(sighing):
Well, there she is, huh?
Let's move them across.
Uh, boss.
Look, Gault,
we're gonna cross that river,
and nobody, man or devil,
is gonna stop us.
My daughter wants
to talk to you, Mr. Favor.
I told her this is no place
for a woman, but she's stubborn.
Is Frank dead?
Don't know, ma'am.
After you cross,
you'll probably see
some of Frank's people.
- Probable.
- Well, I'd appreciate it
if you would ask them
where he is
and then send a man
back here to tell me
because if Frank is dead,
then I don't care
to live, either.
And I won't.
Now, that's a silly,
childish thing to say.
AMY: Will you send me a message,
Mr. Favor?
I'll do that, ma'am.
Thank you.
Well, she's trying to bluff me
into letting her go.
She's got more threats
than tears,
and none of it means a thing.
Still, if you've got anybody
in your crew
that knows about medicine,
and if you run into Louden...
Louden's people will be here
any minute.
My first job is to get this herd
across the river.
After that,
I'll do everything I can.
GAULT:
Is that Louden?
Let's move.
(grunts)
Kerran, give me a hand.
Frank.
(panting) Thanks.
And thanks for sticking with me.
Don't you fret yourself,
Mr. Louden.
I'll be close by from now on.
There's Mr. Gault.
And your wife, Mr. Louden.
We just don't have enough men
to stop Favor now
if he wants to cross.
Now I told you not to fret
yourself, Mr. Louden.
They won't cross.
Steer 'em across!
Hyah!
(men whistling, yelling)
(whistling, yelling continues)
Hyah!
(yelling continues)
Hyah!
Head 'em up, turn
and slap 'em back! Yah!
Hyah! Hyah!
They act like they smell death
across that river, Señor Favor.
Yeah, sure. Death and
pestilence, war and famine.
Don't be foolish, Hey Soos.
Yah! Cattle, ho!
Hyah, cattle, cattle! Cattle!
Yeah, you cattle.
Let 'em go!
Your girl busted away from me.
You want me to go after her,
bring her back?
No, you couldn't, Willie.
There's nothing to it, sir.
I'd just ride over there
and grab her.
But you wouldn't be bringing
back my daughter.
All you'd bring back
is Mrs. Louden.
Oh, you're finally getting
that through your head, huh?
Finally.
Well, nothing stopped her horse.
Maybe nothing could.
Not even death.
Ah...
She just kept his head down.
Wh... what's that mean?
It's the sun that stopped
the cows.
They couldn't see
the other bank.
By noon, they'll go across
like babies.
Yeah, if there's anybody left
to push 'em.
Frank. Frank!
Frank, Frank!
Frank. Oh, Frank.
Kind of a shame we can't do it
like they did
in the old storybooks
when they'd send a fella out
from each side,
and the fella who won,
why, he'd win everything.
It's also kind of a shame
the young smart-alecks
won't keep their mouths shut
when their betters are talking.
Wait a minute, wait a minute.
You still dead set on a big war?
Well, he'd never go
for an idea like that.
I'm asking if you'd go for it.
I'd think about it if he would.
Wish, you got a fair-sized
piece of white cloth?
I got an old white shirt.
Dig it out.
I'm going across the river.
KERRAN:
Good morning, Mr. Favor.
- Want to talk to Louden.
- Can't talk.
Him and his kinfolk
had a powwow.
They elected me general.
You can say your say
right here.
Well, what's your proposition?
Not a proposition-- a challenge.
A what?
Fight to the finish--
one man from each side.
No-holds-barred,
winner take all.
No.
Well, now that's
an interesting idea.
Why not?
It's to Louden's advantage.
We've got him outnumbered.
Then why don't you just
start shooting?
- Maybe I'm getting tired
of killing. -Well?
What's your stake, señor?
Your herd?
FAVOR:
Every last steer.
- And 100,000 acres?
- And 100,000 acres.
How can you decide a fight
with just two men?
Who's your challenger?
Marsdon?
Well, now that all depends
on who you boys send out.
I made the challenge.
You, Mr. Favor?
Well, in that case,
I think I'd like the honor.
Wait a minute, Mr. Favor,
it's my land,
it's my responsibility.
It's my herd.
Right here, high noon?
High noon.
Your side of the river.
(low murmuring)
(coughing)
Boy, I just can't figure why
Mr. White left the herd.
What's funny about that?
He's a mercenary.
Like those other three. That's
why they hang around together.
What's a mercenary?
Oh, it's a soldier who'll work
for anyone
as long as they pay him enough.
Those saddle tramps are trying
to squeeze every last dime out.
That's why
they keep switching sides.
They're not cowhands.
Not enough money in it.
Well, what's a mercenary?
I told you, a saddle tramp.
A cowbum who'll look around
for any kind of trouble
that he can make
a fast buck out of.
Yeah, and they even make trouble
among themselves
when things get slow.
(hoof beats approaching)
(men yelling)
Change your mind any
about the rules?
- No.
- Ready when you are, Mr. Favor.
Don't you know yet you can't
beat me, Mr. Favor?
Come on, Mr. Favor!
(blows landing)
Frank?
Oh, Frank, you can't die.
Frank. Frank.
Frank.
Frank.
Amy?
Frank, Frank.
Oh. Frank.
Oh, Frank.
Frank.
(men shouting)
Frank?
What's happening?
No, Frank, lie still.
I gotta get over there.
No, Frank, lie still.
(Kerran grunting)
Frank, lie still.
Lie still.
♪♪
Sometimes I make a mistake
about people.
I picked the wrong time
to fight you.
I'll be back someday,
Mr. Favor.
I'll be waiting.
(coughs)
Hey, I think that cough of mine
cleared up, Mr. Wishbone.
Well, it's about time.
Hey, look at that.
How did they get started?
Death is gone.
Now take a look above you,
Hey Soos.
Sun's behind 'em now.
Get in the water!
Let's help 'em!
(men shouting)
You really believe that is all
there was to it, Señor Favor?
It's all there could have
been to it.
(whistling)
Hyah!
Just the sun in their eyes.
It's done, Gault.
The land's yours,
but not the woman.
I never yet heard of a father
giving away his daughter
without a dowry.
How about 50,000 acres?
There's room enough here
for all of us.
Head 'em up!
Move 'em out!
(men shouting)
♪ 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)