Rawhide (1959–1965): Season 5, Episode 7 - Incident of the Dogfaces - full transcript

The drovers rescue soldiers under Indian attack. Chief Broken Bow surrounds the herd. Favor finds Sgt. Duclos was involved with the death of the Chief's son and wife. The Chief takes a settler's wife and son hostage forcing the Sgt's hand.

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

- Hyah!
-♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Keep movin', movin', movin' ♪

♪ Though they're disapprovin' ♪

♪ Keep them doggies movin' ♪

♪ Rawhide ♪

♪ Don't try to understand them ♪

♪ Just rope and throw
and brand 'em ♪

♪ Soon we'll be 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 whistling,
cattle bellowing)

- Hyah! Hyah!
- Hyah! .

If we're gonna turn
this herd east,

we better be getting to it, huh?

See any sign of Mr. Favor?



Nope.

Well, we can't move east
till we hear from him.

We don't know if there's any
grass over there or not.

We ain't got too much
of a day left.

We'll haze the beeves
down the valley here,

let 'em graze.

When we get to the other side,
we'll bed 'em down.

Oh, that means we lose a day
if the man says we turn east.

It's better than
the tallow we'd lose

if there isn't any grass east.

(sighing):
Eh, well...

I'll go up ahead
to Willow Springs

and see if I can find another
hole in that fence.

Ah, you do that.

(men shouting, calling,
whistling)

(horse whinnies)

(wind whistling)

I

(wind whistling)

I

(baby crying)

(crying, fussing)

Mushy, get out my blanket roll

and put it in a piece of shade
and then get a bucket of water.

Well, jump, you idiot!

(baby fusses)

What in the world
have you got here?

Found them out in the brush.

Oh, boy...

-(baby fussing)
- Yes... yes, well...

Is she dead?

No.

Still alive,
but not by much.

(baby fusses, cries)

Mushy, come on,
get that water.

And some towels.

What happened to her?

Looks like her mule broke loose
and left her and the baby afoot.

Burning up.

She must've wore herself out
chasing that fool mule.

Come on, Mushy!
Snap it up!

(baby crying)

Well, there's nothin' wrong
with this 'un

except maybe
it's a little too wet.

All right, let Mushy
take care of the baby.

You see what you can do
for the woman here.

(baby crying)

I think she'll be all right,

soon as you get her cooled down
and rested a bit.

I'll take care of her.

ROWDY: What in the world's
going on here?

Oh, a woman and a baby--
we found 'em in the brush

a few miles east of here.

We saw you coming in
but we couldn't believe it.

Are they all right?

Yeah, yeah, just worn out.

Now, how is the herd?

Oh, I'm grazing them.
I figured I wouldn't turn 'em

-ill I heard from you.
- Good.

I didn't find
enough grass east of here

to fill the bellies
of a half a dozen head.

How'd Clay do?

Well, he said
it's a little skimpy,

but we might be able
to make do with it.

He's gonna make another swing
around, just to check.

Well... we'll have to make do
with what he's got.

Ain't no other way to go.

(baby crying, fussing)

It's a boy!

You know how to wrangle a baby?

I do.

Where'd you learn?

I heard women talking.

It ain't the same
as doing it yourself.

It's a woman's work.

Well, do you have to be a cow
to take care of a calf?

Well, no, but it helps.

I didn't cut any sign,
but that don't mean

there ain't a war party
out there somewheres.

Yeah, well,
something had to be chasing her

out there by herself.

Yeah, Joe, you best take a look.

You'll probably find there's
a man with her out there,

sick or dead, somewheres.

Come in at dark.

Will do.

Well...?

Herd ain't gonna
take care of itself.

Yeah, right, right.

(metal clanging, baby crying)

What did you do to him?

I didn't do anything.

Oh, you must've stuck him
with a pin.

No, I didn't.

(crying)

(speaks Spanish)

He's hungry,
that's what's the matter.

Wh-why didn't I think of that?

(baby crying)

Mr. Wishbone.

Mr. Wishbone.

Well, say it or swallow it.

The baby's hungry.

So?

I suppose the mother probably
fed him, don't you think?

It figures.

(baby crying)

Isn't there something
you can do?

No, there's nothing I can do.

But listen to him.

Well, he'll just have to wait
till his mother can tend to him.

He can't go on
yelling like that.

He might bust something.

Well, cows give milk.

Now, we got a whole bunch
of cows mixed in the herd.

Now, you milked a cow,
haven't you?

Sure, milked lots of them.

Well?

(baby crying)

But they're wild cows.

Wild cows give milk
same as any other.

Now, get going.

(baby screaming)

You keep bouncing him.

I'll be right back.

(mooing)

Mushy.

You mean you're going to milk
one of them cows?

MUSHY: Well, that's all the cows
we got, Mr. Quince.

Well, I'll just be
tickled to death to help you.

Now, you tie your horse up
and bring your pail.

Me and the boys
will cut you out a dandy.

(men hollering)

(hollers, whistles)

(hollering)

(bellowing)

All right, Mushy,
get to milkin'.

Well, come on, she's all yours.

(bellowing)

(bellowing)

Let her kick you
a couple times, Mushy.

Maybe she'll settle down.

Mushy, your hands are too cold.

(bellowing)

Take a hold of her.

(mooing)

How far did you go?

Out beyond Willow Creek,
six or eight miles.

- Beyond Willow?
Mm-hmm.

Lord. The waters
in that creek...

Grass in that valley
is hip-high to a big Swede.

(chuckling): Yeah, but...
I could drink all the water

in Willow Creek right now
and still go away thirsty.

(hoof beats thudding)

Senor Wishbone says to tell you
the senora is awake.

Al right.

- Tell him I'll be in.
- Muy bien.

(hoof beats thudding)

Senora?

Yeah, a woman and a baby
lost a few miles west of here.

Now about that water, Clay...

Of course you know
I'm always interested

in your drinking prowess,

but, uh, I'd sort of
like to know about the herd.

You think there's enough
water in Willow Creek

to take care of them?

I just meant that
it wasn't running much.

There's enough water for
the herd in the potholes.

Good. We'll take
Willow Creek way, then.

All right, anybody that
hadn't got your own plate,

be sure an' you get it.

Hey Soos will pour your coffee.

Lord knows what happened
to that Mushy.

Goes hunting for
a little can of milk...

There you are, Hey Soos.
Thank you.

Thank you, senor.

The woman well enough
to talk yet?

Well, she's kind of weak.

A little thing like that

hasn't got much ballast
in her tank, you know.

Well, there's a few things
I'd like to know.

Well, of course it's up to you,

but since there isn't any hurry,
wouldn't you like to eat first?

I'd like to talk to her first.

And I'll be careful.

Ma'am, this is Mr. Favor,
the trail boss.

He's the man who found you.

Mr. Favor, Mrs. Lissa Hobson.

Ma'am.

Pleased, I'm sure.

I'm much obliged to you
for what you done.

Reckon we'd both be dead if...

if you hadn't come by
when you did

and fetched us in.

Just about done in.

Um... your mule
break loose from you?

Well, I had him tied,

but something spooked him,
and... and it got loose.

And then after that he wouldn't
let me get near him.

You feel all right now?

I'm a little bit tired.

But Tad here, he's-he's fine.

Oh, I got a couple of men out

trying to find out
where you come from.

I figured your man took sick

or was hurt, and you was
trying to find help.

My man's dead.

I'm sorry.

Uh... you live around here?

Tennessee.

You didn't ride that far
on the mule, did you?

No.

We were heading for California.

There was an accident.

Jim... Jim got out to...

to fix the wagon
when we broke an axle.

- He was under the wagon...
- Yeah.

Um...

So... you tried to
make it on your mule?

Seemed to be the only way.

Mr. Favor, what am I gonna do?

Scottsboro's the nearest town,

and it's about
a hundred miles ahead of us.

I don't know.

Oh, please.
Please let us go with you.

I'll work.

I'll do anything you say.

And Mr. Wishbone said he could
fix us a place in the wagon.

You won't even know
we're around.

Mr. Wishbone said that, did he?

Well, all right,
we'll see what we can do.

You just get well.

Let me do the worrying.

Don't think I ever got a better
scald on the biscuits.

Now, you just try that
and see if you don't think so.

You invited Mrs. Hobson to ride
to Scottsboro with us, huh?

No, not exactly.

I told her it was up to you.

I said if you said
it was all right,

I could fix her a place in
the back of the supply wagon.

Gonna be real handy having
a woman and a baby on the drive.

And what's she gonna
do in Scottsboro?

Well, find some kind of work.

Cook or housekeep.

Well, what'd you
expect me to do?

Put her back on that mule?

I'm thinking of putting
you back on that mule.

(hoof beats approaching)

Nothing, boss.

Found where you picked her up,

tried to backtrack the mule.

Trail just fizzled out.

It ends in a grave.

Her man was killed
in a wagon accident.

So how?

Well, seems Wishbone invited her

to ride along with us
to Scottsboro.

What'd you say to that?

Wasn't much I could say.

Wasn't left any choice.

Mushy, where have you been?

Well, I been milking.

Wouldn't have been no harder
milking a bear.

But I got her done.

Well, never mind.
We don't need it anymore.

Don't need it anymore?

Nah.

Baby's mama come around
to tend to him herself.

Well, iffin it ain't ol' Bud,
purty as you please.

You reckon they stole ol' Bud
from Lissa, Pa?

Now, what'd they want to go
steal an ol' white mule for

when they got horses like them?

Appears like Bud ran off
and left her, Billy,

and she joined up
with this bunch here.

Lookee yonder.

(men shouting, whistling)

I never seen so many cows
in all my life.

You, Jess?

I seen my share.

Not back home in Bitterweed
you ain't.

There ain't that many cows
in all of Tennessee at once.

Well, I ain't always
been in Tennessee.

I've moved around some.

I've seen just about everything
I wanted to see.

Let's get on.

I wondered if you saw 'em.

You notice the last one's
riding a mule?

About like the one
the woman was riding.

I'll take a look.

Howdy, stranger.

Howdy.

That there mule you got
runnin' with your stock

appears like one
that belongs to me.

That so?

Might I ask where
you got this 'un?

Picked him up running loose.

I reckon he's mine, then.

He might be.

This is Mr. Favor.
He's the trail boss.

Pleased to know you, Mr. Favor.

These are my boys,
Billy and Jess.

We'ems a-heading west
from Tennessee.

We got nigh onto 60 folk
and 20 some odd wagons

off yonder 'bout 20 mile.

What can I do for you?

That there white mule

appears like one of mine.

I... stopped to make inquiry
to see if you picked him up.

Yeah, I did.

Did you find a woman and
a little bitty baby with him?

That's right.

Thanks be to glory.

It was an act of the Almighty
you happened by.

Could be.

Would you mind
telling me who you are?

Well, I just told you.

I'm Gantry Hobson.

I'm the young’un’s granddaddy.

Well, that's funny.

She didn't tell me
about any relations.

No?

Well, she always was
a flighty woman.

Ever since my oldest boy died

and left her a widow,
she ain't been real sensible.

She seemed real sensible to me.

Well, no mind.

I'll take her and the child
along back, now.

- She in that wagon there?
- That's right.

I'm afraid she's
too weak to ride, yet.

I'll be the judge of that.

- Get her out of there, Jess.
- FAVOR: It'll be up to her

whether she goes
with you or not.

She'll do what I tell her to do.

Now get her out of there now,
Jess.

- Oh, Jess, leave me alone!
-(baby crying)

Pa says you're going home.

I'm not going back with you!

Leave Tad and me alone!

-(screams)
- Hey, you!

- Leave!
- Hey, get out of there!

GANTRY:
Fetch her out, Jess.

- Come on!
-(Lissa screams)

Drop it. Drop it.

Now leave it be.

Now back off,
or I'll put a part on you

right down the middle
of that belt buckle.

Pa, they got us cold.

Do like he says, Jess.
Get up.

Get your brother's horse
over here.

You get the guns...
and get out of here.

And careful how you do it.

I don't know much about this.

Till I do,
the woman stays with us,

the baby stays with her.

Is that clear enough?

Uh-huh.

Now, you hear me,
Mr. Trail Boss.

Hear me good.

My Pa was an eldest son.

I'm an eldest son.

That young'un yonder is
the oldest boy of my eldest son.

You can see what he is to us.

He's more than just a child.

And there ain't no man
nor woman alive

can take him away from me.

And I swear to you...

and to you...

I'll have him back

or I'll see you all rottin'
and in the ground.

(baby crying)

You know, that's what I'd call
a real single-minded man.

(baby crying)

- You all right, ma'am?
- The baby?

Oh, we-we're fine;
we're both fine.

Let me take him.

Maybe he's got gas.

(groans)

Mr. Favor?

- I'm awful sorry.
- So am I.

Now, maybe you'd best tell me
all about it,

and make it the truth
this time, huh?

Well, there isn't
an awful lot to tell.

Gantry told you most of it.

See, my Jim dying left me

the only single woman
amongst us.

Young Billy,
he-he was decent enough,

but... but Jess...

he came a-courtin'.

Just the thought of him
makes my skin crawl.

But Gantry, he spoke up for him.

He said it was the only way
to keep the family together.

I stood up against the two
of them as long as I could,

but then I just ran away.

This Gantry Hobson,
he a man of his word?

Most always.

He means what he says
about the baby?

Oh, he surely does.

He puts a great store
in Tad being the first son

of his first son and all.

FAVOR: And we can expect him
back most any time, then?

LISSA:
He'll be back for sure.

Look, people put
their trust in me

to get this herd to Denver
safest way possible.

That means I've got to walk away
from every fight I possibly can.

You can't walk away
from Gantry Hobson.

I know.

Once he sets his mind
on something,

there's nothing
you can do to change it.

You saw that horse
he rode away on?

He killed a man for that horse,
just killed him and buried him.

Well, if he'd do that
for a horse,

you can imagine what he'd do
for his grandchild

that means so much more to him.

I don't know about that, ma’am.

Well, it looks like
we'll find out.

Thank you, Mr. Favor.

You'd best get some rest.

We, uh, got a lot of miles
to cover before sundown.

Well, you forget
where the herd is?

Favor, this fellow Hobson,

do you think I ought to maybe
put Scarlet on rifle guard?

Fine, but who you gonna get
to fill in on drag?

Hmm, well, I guess any way
I look at it,

there's only one man
I can spare.

- Oh?

There. How's that, Joe?

It's got to be higher
than that, Jim.

Yeah, but supposing it tips?

It won't tip if you do it right.

- You figure you can do it any
better... -I couldn't do it...

Get out of here;
I'll ramrod this thing.

WISHBONE: You're late.

Herd was slow bedding down.

Any special reason?

Uh, short on grass,
short on water,

weather's sultry,
and the moon is full.

Any of those reasons
special enough for you?

Just thought I'd ask.

SCARLET:
Hold it, hold it.

That's just right; tie it off.

Fine.

All right, all right.

What have you got there?

Well, uh, we thought
we'd kind of rig up a little,

-you know, sort of a...
- Yeah.

I've got to admit,
it's a pretty slick little rig.

You think it's work
you should be doing, Scarlet?

Yeah, I guess.

Well, it's not work
I'm paying you for,

so wrangle a horse
and get out to night herd

where you're supposed to be.

- Yes, sir.
-(baby cooing)

Aww, take it easy.

I wasn't talking to you.

Yeah.

Well, I'd have to see it
to believe it.

Hey.

You handle that baby like
you knew which end was which.

Some things men don't forget.

Yeah, like the herd?

Meaning what?

I mean, I heard
you had company today.

Yeah, that's right.

Well, men with rifles
and a herd low on grass

-don't sit together too well.
-(baby cries)

Of course,
it's your choice to make,

but me, I'd send that woman

and that baby back to her people
where they belong.

It's none of our business.

Well, like you said,
it's my choice to make.

Anything else on your mind?

No, that's, uh, that's about it.

Good.

LISSA:
Mr. Favor?

He's right, you know?

Maybe Tad and me ought to...

Look, I usually don't like
to say things twice.

I told you I was gonna take you
to Scottsboro,

and that's where you're going.

Here.

(baby cries)

(yelling, whistling)

Thought when I got a job
nursemaiding a cook,

at least I'd get a sandwich
once in a while.

You're not nursemaiding a cook.

You're riding guard
for that woman up there.

I don't need no saddle bum
watching over me.

My stars, you're cranky.

Seen the boss?

Last I saw,
he was heading back to the herd.

(yelling, whistling continues)

That, uh, company you had,

they look familiar?

Yeah, they're back again.

This time with a wolf pack.

That might just be
more than we can handle.

You better think it over.

There they are, Whit.

Just like I told you.

$50 or $100 a head of them

will make living
a lot easier for us,

won't they?

Now you see what I mean
when I said,

"Scatter that herd,
scatter them wide.”

If we get more than a hundred
a head so much the better.

We'll sell them or trade
them all with the Injuns.

You right sure they'll go off
and leave them strays behind?

Grass is so poor, that what
we gonna bust into them,

they won't dares take time
to hunt up the strays.

They'd starve more than
they'd give it up.

Gantry, if all you wanted
was to go in there

and get the woman and child,

we could get them right now.

Two riders
couldn't stand us off.

Whit's right, Pa.

It just ain't right.

GANTRY:
I'm the right around here, boy.

Now, you mind that
and do like you're told.

We're gonna take cattle, too.

Figure they owe them to us.

Nobody rough-handles a Hobson

and gets away with it
for nothing.

Well, it's taking high pay
for a small debt.

When are we gonna do it, Pa?

Well, could be tomorrow

before they get
to where I want them.

And a good storm
will help scatter them cows.

Well, looks like
one's coming up sure enough.

Might burn him.

(clattering)

Shh!

I almost had
his yowling stopped.

(baby fusses)

That's it.

Who did it? Tell me that.

Me, that's who.

Hogwash, Wishbone there
had him practically out.

All you doing
is making him dizzy.

Come on, his ma might come
and take him any time now.

Well, all right.

(in distance):
♪ From this valley they say ♪

I You are going...!

Thank you.

Now, you mean, they don't have
any need for cattle in Texas?

Well, as the cattle
kept multiplying,

when we got back from the war,

there seemed like there was
a critter behind every bush.

And nobody to buy?

Well, not here in Texas,

but up in New York, Chicago,

Boston, places like that,

they were giving
maybe $40 a head.

So, we just had to get them
where the money was.

Well, you don't take them
all the way up there though?

No, we take them
to the railhead,

and then, uh, from there,
we sell them to a buyer,

and they take them on up.

We come back,
pick up another herd.

-(chuckles)
-♪ Come and sit by my side ♪

- Oh, listen.
-♪ If you love me ♪

♪ Do not hasten
to bid me adieu ♪

I hear him singing every night.

They do that to put
the cattle to sleep?

Singing like that wouldn't put
anything to sleep.

More than likely,
the other way around.

Why do they do it, then?

You-you got to let
the cows know where you are.

You sneak up on them,
uh, unexpectedly,

and it's liable to start
a stampede or something.

Oh, you mean they just start
running off every which way?

Well, not every which way.

They just pack together
and run blind.

Haven't you ever had a stampede
down in Tennessee?

Oh, no, we never had more than
one or two cows at the most.

I like the singing, though.

Got a real restful sound.

(chuckles) Yeah, well, uh,

you ought to hear Mr. Favor.

He's bad,
but he's the best we got.

-(chuckling)
-♪ The Red River Valley... ♪

Could I ask you something?

Sure. Go ahead.

Well, all you men
have been very kind to me,

very kind,
and-and I'm much obliged,

but... well, Mr. Favor,

he doesn't even seem
to know I'm alive.

Well, he knows.

He knows you're alive,
but he's got a lot of...

a lot of worries
on his mind now.

Yeah, I'm one of his worries.

Probably his biggest one.

Oh, not the biggest.

The herd's the biggest.

He's got the dry spell
we're going through now.

We haven't got any water.

The storm coming in.

After that,
I'd say you're probably next.

(chuckles)

Is he married?

Uh, no, no,
his wife died some years back.

(chuckling)
Say,

you know, Mr. Favor, he's...

kind of independent fella,
you know.

I know what you're trying
to say, Mr. Yates.

I just didn't know
it showed so plain.

Probably the moonlight
or something then.

A fella once told me,

"Moonbeams and dreams,
they cause much more trouble

than they're worth.”

I-I better turn in.

Good night.

Night.

(men yelling, whistling)

(thunder rumbling)

Herd 'em on into the quid.

I want 'em to graze!
Spread 'em out!

You plan on
bedding 'em down here?

Yeah, just get as much grass
in 'em as we can.

It'll be hard enough
to keep 'em quiet

with their paunches full.
Look at that sky.

(thunder rumbling)

Well, maybe a little rain
will be a blessing.

I'll take the rain, you can keep
the thunder and lightning

for the next outfit through.

How many men you want
on night herd?

All hands. Get Wishbone set
for an early supper.

And send the men in to eat as
fast as you can shake 'em loose.

Some of them are pretty shy
on sleep.

They signed on with me to work.

They can sleep when they get
back to Texas.

I ain't arguing.

(cowboys yelling)

(Lissa laughing)

St. Louis.

You know I ain't never seen

the inside of a big city
like that.

Now you are putting
the rag on the bush.

Where else did you learn
to cook beans like this?

Beans? Why, these ain't beans.

Well, sure they are.

You know, Wishbone had me
thinking all the time

that beans were those itsy-bitsy
chunks of river gravel.

How come you don't make beans
like the lady does here?

'Cause those I cook for happen
to like river gravel.

(both chuckle)

(baby cooing)

Careful, Hey Soos,
don't bump into anything.

Por favor, do you think
I didn't know what I'm doing?

Just what is he doing?

Beats me.

(baby burps)

Well, I hope we don't have
to go through that again.

Por favor, Senor Mushy.

Por favor.

You're early.

Had to quit driving early
about a quarter mile back.

Want as much grass in that
cattle as possible

before this storm breaks.

Sure looks like it might break,
boss.

You two get on out and spell
a couple of the others

so they can come in and eat.

Everybody will be riding
nighthawk tonight.

Spread out thin,
do the best we can.

Come on, Jim...

- Ma'am.
- Mr. Favor.

This storm is working up.

Looks like it's gonna be
a bad one.

I'd like you and the baby

to find yourself
a place in the wagon.

Wishbone and Mushy
will be close by.

Oh, storms don't scare me none.

Yeah, well, it ain't just
the storm I'm worried about.

(thunder rumbling)

Excuse me, ma’am.

Menfolk are back.

Yeah, I seen 'em.

They're gonna come in
sure as Sunday.

And with this weather they're
gonna know we're in a bind.

I expect so.

Well, what are you gonna do?

Best I can.

For her or for the herd?

Both. Wishbone and Mushy
will stay here with her.

I want everybody else out
with the herd.

If they come shooting, what
chance will Wish and Mushy have?

Be hard to say.

Depends on how long
it takes us to get in.

With them shooting,

you leave the herd
and there's gonna be a stampede

you won't be able to stop
till Friday.

You got any better ideas?

Yeah, they're her family.
Give 'em back to her.

Afraid it isn't her
that they want.

What do you mean...?

You mean...?

Oh, uh...

Well, uh, boys have been getting
a little soft around the middle.

Maybe a good stampede might
make 'em lean and hungry again.

(thunder rumbling)

They got most of the men
out with the cattle, Pa.

I never knowed
they had so many.

GANTRY:
No mind.

We'll get through 'em
in the dark.

Ain't nobody at all
hardly around them wagons

'cept that cook and that
feller that helps him.

That's all I could see.

They won't bother us none
when the time comes.

Pa, I got to say it,
this ain't the way.

The boy's right, Gantry.

We could go in,
take Lissa and the child

and get gone without
nobody getting hurt.

I want 'em eating dirt.

And I want cattle.

And I want my grandchild.

Do you hear me?!

Might be kind of hard
getting it all.

Not if we scatter them cows
wide enough.

(thunder rumbling)

(men yelling)

(thunder crashing)

Be a wild one.

You can bet on it.

Sure wish it would let loose.

Got me holding my breath.

Yeah, any minute now.

You get on back,
keep the men moving.

Right.

Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!

(cowboys whooping)

(thunder crashing)

(thunder crashing)

Hyah!

(yelling)

(gunshots and yelling)

Hey! Hey, hey!

Hey, get out of there!
Get out of there!

(whinnies)

Do you hear what I hear?

Think I'm deaf?

It's a stampede
is what it is.

It's coming this way.

We better hitch up
and get out of here.

It's too late.
Get in the wagon!

(men shouting, whistling)

Hey! Hey, hey!

Hey! Hey, hey! Hey!

Stay down. Stay down.

(baby crying)

Shh.

♪♪

(screams)

(men clamoring)

Stand back, you idiots,
you're going to smother him!

Now get back there and line up.

Well, I'll give you
one more look.

Now you take care of yourself,
all of you.

WISHBONE: Now don't do that.
You're gonna scare him.

You sure have been nice to me.

WISHBONE:
Just look, don't touch.

I don't know what to say.
I wish it never happened.

Well, maybe it had to be.

I mean, Pa and Jess.

With them, it was either all
or nothing.

One thing sure, you don't have
to worry about Lissa no more.

- I'll take care of 'em.
- Yeah, you better

or you're liable to have
ten foster fathers after you.

(men chuckle)

Que le vaya bien, Señora.

- Thank you.
- Adios, niño.

Ma'am, well, me and Joe here,
we sort of, well,

well, we didn't have
anything else, and, uh...

Go, go.

We didn't have anything else.

He'll probably grow into 'em
in a year or two most likely.

Oh. Oh, thank you both.

Boots?

Bye, Rowdy.

Bye, ma'am.

I suppose you're tired
of hearing this,

but I'm much obliged.

You take care, ma'am.

Anytime you need us,

why, you and Tad
just get lost again,

we'll find ya.

(Lissa chuckles)

Bye now.

Adios.

ALL:
Bye.

What is this, a sewing circle
or a cattle drive?!

Get back to the beef!

Well?!

Head 'em up!

Move 'em out!

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Rawhide...! ♪

Hyah!

(whip cracks twice)