All language subtitles for Rawhide - 1x19

Hyah!
?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 'em?

Just rope 'em, throw,
and brand 'em?

Soon we'll be livin'
high and wide?

My heart's calculatin'?

My true love will be waitin'?

Be waitin'
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?

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!

Hyah!

Rawhide...!?

Hyah!

Bringing a herd up through
the plains of Texas

on the Sedalia, Missouri trail,
you need three things:

one of them, air...
we have more than enough of.

Another, grass...
usually in good supply.

But the third is another story.

It's always with us.

The need for water.

Sometimes it's a real job
to find it,

and it's my job...
Gil Favor, trail boss.

There are the tracks.

Pick them up,
ease them in.

Come on.

Come on.

Ah.

Come on.

Where you going
with our cattle?

What do you mean, "your cattle"?

These cattle belong
to Mr. Favor's herd

and I'm taking them back there.

You ain't takin' 'em nowheres.

You look at their brands,
mister.

I looked at 'em.

Brands can be marked over
easy enough.

You want to do this fair,
one at a time?

One at a time.

Which one of you
is going to be first?

Come on,
let's get 'em.

You like it better down there
than you do in the saddle?

Your joking is about as funny
as your scouting, Pete.

At least I managed
to stay astride.

You're going to
have to learn

to give a low branch
a wide berth, Rowdy.

Well, I'll knock your teeth
down your lousy throat

when we got time for it.

Right now,
we got business.

Some jaspers jumped me.

OhHow many of them?

Well, there were four of them.

They made off
with about 20 of our cattle.

They can't be far over
that ridge, though.

We can catch up to them.

Now, wait a minute.

That's for Mr. Favor
to say.

Look, the herd's
two miles back there.

We'll lose a lot of time
riding back there.

There's only four of them.

There's only four
of them that you saw.

You don't know how
many of them there
are waiting over there.

You scared, Pete?

No, I'm not scared.

Mr. Favor
runs this outfit.

Well, that's what I said.

Lets go get, Mr. Favor.

Well, come on, Pete.

Didn't pay any mind
to our brand, huh?

Quince, Scarlet!

They could see our brands
weren't fresh or marked over.

Some men, uh, borrowed
20 of our cattle.

We're going to go collect them.

From the way they said hello
to Rowdy,

they might not be too obliging.

Let's go, boss.

Rowdy, you take
over the herd

until we bring
them back in.

Ah, I've got a score
to settle with them.

That's just why
you're staying.

Right here
is where I found Rowdy.

Looks like they go this way.

Six of them.

Less than two miles
from the herd

and they're stamping
our beef.

I think I know the man
in charge.

Pete, you and I will go in.

Scarlet, you and
Quince cover us.

You can tell your men to
put up their guns, Jess.

Put it down.

You have business with me,
Favor?

You know I do.

Well, spit it out.

If a man's got something
on his mind,

I like him to come straight out
with it.

I'll come out with it.

I'm driving herd
on the Sedalia trail.

You're bossing a herd now, huh?

Come a long way

since I first
laid eyes on you.

First time on the Sedalia.

Not my worry somebody put a herd
in your trust.

My steers carry
my trail brand.

Nothing new or great about that.

Us old-timers
always had a trail brand.

You look real hard
at those steers

you're about to brand,

you'll see what
my stamp looks like.

Meaning...?

Meaning you're
branding my cattle.

You accusing me
of stealing cattle?

You must have seen
our dust.

You knew there was
a herd going through.

I knew your herd
was passing through.

You've been dropping off strays
all over the prairie,

careless like.

One of my men tried
hazing them in.

Your men jumped him.

But, then, I'm
not telling you

anything you don't
know, am I?

The man we jumped was trying to
take Mr. Hode's cattle from us.

Hode's cattle
wearing our brand?

You're forgetting
the law, son.

Strays and brush cattle
in the open range,

finders keepers.

Who's law is that?

Mine.

And I can make it stick.

Is that how you're
building up a herd?

Finding other people's
strays...

before they're lost?

I don't need your cattle.

I got enough of my own
to buy and sell you.

But a careless trail boss

deserves to lose
what he can't handle.

You used to be
a trail boss, Jess.

What would you do
in my place?

In my day, I had no problems.

I used to arrive at the railhead

with more cattle
than I started with.

No doubt about that.

Jess, I've given you
every chance

to say you made a mistake.

Now, I'm taking
my strays back.

Pete, start
hazing them in.

I came here expecting
to catch up with rustlers.

Now, I'm taking them back,
with or without a fight.

It's up to you.

You want a fight,
we'll sell you one cheap.

Let 'em go.

But, Mr. Hode, you said...

Let 'em go.

Let him take 'em.

He'll give us more
in this bunch later...

without a fight.

About enough for a lizard...
a small one at that.

We'll have to move the herd
on to Trader Wells then.

Is there any water there?

There doesn't seem like there's
a drop in this part of Texas.

Should be. I've heard the Wells

is one of the most
dependable water holes

on the whole drive.

What happens
if it ain't?

If we get there
and see it's dry,

there'll be plenty of
time to start worrying.

Sorry, boy, no water.

The herd can't stand
much more of this heat
without water, boss.

They can stand a lot
when they have to.

Sometimes it's harder
on the men.

How far is it
to Trader Wells anyway?

About three miles.

Should be there
before dark.

Trader Wells.

Yeah. Water.

Yeah.

Pete, you all right?

Yeah, I'm all right.

Look.

You always make a habit
of shooting at people
you don't know?

Just another warning,
Mr. Favor.

Warning
for what?

Not to come in... to move on.

Take your cattle and go around.

And why?

This is private water.

Private?

This is open range.

This water is free to all.

It's private range now
and it's private water.

Oh, Jess Hode's,
I suppose.

Jess Hode's.

Look, those cattle have got
to have water out there.

I got my orders, mister.

They say to move on.

You ought to know
Mr. Hode means it.

You know there's
probably no water

for another 20 miles.

Now, I'm telling you-
you better head off your herd

before they get
the smell of water.

You don't stop them,
we're going to have
to shoot them.

Mister, you see, because
of the drought,

there's not enough water
to go around.

It's either your cattle
or ours.

So, you're just going
to make sure

by taking over
the water hole?

It's our land
and our water.

My father has a right.

Your father?

I'm Jim Hode.

I want to talk to your father.

Where is he?

At the ranch.

How far is that?

Hour's ride.

All right, let's go see him.

All right.

But turn your herd
first.

Head them down, Pete.

Hold them if you can...
and don't get in any fights.

We'll be back before sun up.

You think you can change
old man Hode's mind?

You got any other ideas?

Yeah.

They'll keep.

Oh, Jim, there isn't...

Oh, no, Ma.

There's no trouble.

These men
just want to see Pa.

My name is Favor,
Mrs. Hode.

This is Rowdy Yates.

Honored to have you.

Won't you come inside?

Well, thank you,
Mrs. Hode,

but if we can
just see your husband?

Well, he's...
he's down to the corral. Jim?

Oh, sure, Ma.

Now, you just come inside
and wait in the parlor.

We can wait out here.

Well, we're kind of dusty.

Please, Mr. Favor.

Please come in.

Right in here.

In the parlor.

This is very nice,
Mrs. Hode.

It sure is.

This is the prettiest parlor
I've seen since...

Huh?

Oh... uh, prettiest parlor
I've seen since San Antone.

Well, go on, sit down.

Oh, well, we don't want
to get nothing dirty, ma'am.

Oh, you don't need
to fear that.

You don't need
to feel uncomfortable.

That's why Mr. Hode
doesn't like this room.

He says it makes
him feel uneasy.

But I don't mind
cleaning up a bit
of dirt.

You sit down.

All right.

That's what a room
is for... to be used.

I don't mind
cleaning up
afterwards.

But, Mr. Hode,
he says it's
foolishness

having a parlor
like this,

fit for
visiting ladies,

when there aren't
any ladies to visit

no closer than
two or three days
by buckboard.

I guess you are
pretty much alone.

And you haven't come
on any social visit, have you?

Well, not exactly.
Mrs. Hode.

It doesn't matter.

It's a pleasure to have you.

You'll stay the night,
you and your friend.

I'm afraid we have to get back
to the herd.

Well, you'll...
you'll stay for
supper at least?

Carrie, they ain't
no need of that.

Howdy, trail boss.

I figured you'd come to talk.

All right, come on.

Jess, you can talk in here.

This ain't female talk.

We'll make
ourselves easy.

Come on.

Thanks, Mrs. Hode.

It's a real nice parlor.

We, uh... don't
need the young 'uns.

Boy, show him the place.

But, Pa...

You hear?

All right. Come on.

Out to the shed.

Only place around here

a man can take
his ease anymore.

Good leatherwork.

You must have
a tough hand.

The best- me.

Have a tin?

That the same liquid
fire you always used?

The same.

Tan the hide,
or cut the fat off you.

You better have some.

Thanks.

That's the same.

Some said this acid
is what made you

the toughest boss
on the Arizona Trail.

You think so?

Well, I always
had it figured

the other
way around.

This was the only thing

that wouldimprove
your disposition.

No. There was something else
eating at your guts.

You figure that?

I finally figured
you were just born mean.

Born fighting.

Born working, anyhow,
and I'll die that way.

You young 'uns
coming in here

and taking over
the herds.

You think you was
put in my place

because you can
boss a herd better?

Do you know more about trailing,
about cattle, about men?

You think you was tougher?

No, sir.

Just the owners
thought I was too old.

Too old. Me.

I could always spit any man
younger than me. Still can.

A man is never to old
to ride, fight or boss.

Just some ignorant jaspers
think that he is.

Wait till it happens to you.

So that was it.

Always knew you had
no use for me.

Just couldn't
figure out why.

Now, you're
going to find out

that I can still fight-

that I'm still the boss.

I didn't come
here to fight.

I came about
water, Jess.

You're on my range.
You want my water.

No. You know you
got no real claim
to it, Jess.

Who's got better?

Who come this way
and built this place?

You got a herd out there
that needs water?

Well, I've got cattle, too-
a lot of them.

Yeah. I know how
you got them, too.

Sure, I took
other people's strays,

scrub cattle, put my
brand on them. Why not?

A man's got
to look out for himself.

Jess, you must
like being hated.

This is business.

Friendship's
for small boys.

Now, like I said,

I got cattle, too.

There's water
enough for both,

and you know it...

but what's
your price?

Half.

Half?

And I'll do
the picking.

You bring your herd in
to water and leave half.

That's my price.

You know I can't
do that, Jess,

even if I wanted to.

Those
aren't my cattle.

I'm just running
them for others.

An awful lot of small ranchers
would be wiped out

if only half this herd
gets through.

You're breaking my heart.

You think I'm too old
to be tough?

Too old to be boss?

You're not bigger
than the law, Jess.

This has always been open range,
free to all.

You're not going
to change that.

You, uh...
you take your herd

on to Wolf Creek
in the morning.

If I bring them in
to water here anyway?

We'll be waiting.

30 men, just waiting-
looking down rifle barrels.

Can you handle that,
Mr. Trail Boss?

You want to,
you... you try.

Have another drink.

Oh, Mr. Favor,

I just came down
to see about supper.

Afraid I won't
be staying, Mrs. Hode.

Sorry.

Are you sending
him away?

That's up to him.

Couldn't you helped him,
whatever he needed?

Couldn't you have
made a friend?

We don't need no friends.

Don't we?

Good-bye, Mrs. Hode.

You're a vicious
man, Jess.

Carrie, your Virginia softness
never has changed me.

Oh, I gave that up.

You're what you are,
and I've lived with
you this long...

but, Jess, I'm not
going to have my boy

grow up in your image.

He's a Hode, Carrie.

I'll send him back east.

No, you won't.

He's my boy,
and he wants to be here.

Carrie, a man's
got to be hard.

I kick some of that softness
out of him,

he'll be fit for the world.

You'll see.

Mr. Favor?

You just got to understand;

there just isn't enough water.

Yeah, sure, son.

You go right on believing that.

That's right,
isn't it, Pa?

There isn't enough water.

There ain't too much.

It's too bad you had
to turn him down.

You used to be a trail
boss just like him.

I was a trail boss,
but never like him.

In my day, we let nothing
stand in our way.

My herd was thirsty,
I watered 'em.

What if some
rancher stopped you?

Nobody stopped me, boy.

They just tried.

I was never like Favor.

I didn't run, I...

I fought.

I don't think
Mr. Favor ran, Pa.

Well, you can...
still see his dust.

Well, he walked away
from useless bloodshed,

but sometimes it takes
more courage to do that.

Courage?

Before you start talking
about courage,

you better show some of it.

So far, I ain't seen
a sign of it in you.

Maybe you haven't.

Maybe I haven't got
the kind of courage
you're talking about.

But you didn't
answer my question.

You sure there
isn't enough water?

I'm sure there ain't
enough water...

for him.

I don't know, Mr. Favor.

It's going to be awful hard
to keep 'em going.

They know that water's
back there.

Just keep after 'em, Pete.

Keep 'em from heading back.

Yeah, if we can.

You know, I think
we ought to have had
that fight back there.

No, Pete. Money's
not worth men dying,
ours or his.

We've got a good chance
of getting through
to Wolf Creek.

Who's that?

What do you want here?

Well, I just came out on
the chance, Mr. Favor, that...

maybe you'd let me
ride along.

Ride along?

You tell your father we're
moving on to Wolf Creek

and we won't be
needing an escort.

My father has nothing
to do with this.

He doesn't even know I'm here.

He'd probably skin me alive
if he found out.

Then why are you here?

I've been back east at
school for six years.

I've got a lot to learn.

I figured maybe I could learn
from you, Mr. Favor.

I've never been on a
cattle drive before.

I thought maybe I could ride
along for a couple of days,

do my share of the work,

pay for my food.

What do you think, Pete?

I don't know, Mr. Favor.

Some of the men
won't like it.

His old man's caused...
The boy's not to blame

for what his father does.

The men'll know that.

Maybe.

You sure you
want to do this?

Yes, sir, I'm sure.

Well, can't do
any more harm.

Another hand'll be welcome
for a couple of days.

Just one thing:

don't get in any
arguments with the men.

Tempers are short enough
as it is.

Just keep your mouth shut,
do what you're told.

Yes, sir.

Trying to move.

Trying to turn
back to water.

Push 'em.

Jim?

Turn 'em
back up there.

Keep 'em moving.

I'd sure give a lot
to be in Abilene right now.

My foot on the bar and a...

big shot of red
eye in my hand.

Ooh!

Well, they say,
the hotter the drink,

the cooler it makes you feel.

I should have brought some
of my father's special whiskey.

It's liquid fire.

You ought to have
brought some

of your old
man's water.

Well, it's
coming up slow.

Fill our canteens,
water our horses.

Maybe tonight, if we
don't find better,

we can bring
the extra horses

and water them
in relays.

That's if it lasts.

What about the cattle,
Mr. Favor?

Not quite like the water hole

back at your old man's place,
is it?

Well, bound
to lose a few.

Few?

If there's no water
in Wolf Creek,

and this heat
keeps up,

we'll lose more than a few.

And I don't see any signs
of it getting better.

I hate to see you lose
your cattle, Mr. Favor.

I won't lose too many,

as long as there's
water at Wolf Creek.

Go on ahead and
scout it, Pete.

All right,
let's get moving.

Wishbone, I'm going
to check the herd.

Save me a slice
of that fresh loaf.

You want anything with it,

you're going to have
to milk one of them steers.

Boy, man sure was right
when he said,

if he owned Texas and hell,

he'd rent out Texas
and live in hell.

Boy, ain't that the truth.

Anybody want any more?

Ain't nothing
to go with it.

Tell me, Wishbone,
do you think

we'll make it through
all right?

I don't know.

I ain't seen it worse
than this.

It's going
to be a hard drive.

One ain't none of us
gonna forget.

Yeah.

Well, there's
one of us

I hope don't
forget it.

You enjoying your
meal, Mr. Hode?

Too bad there
isn't any coffee
to go with it.

But some fellow
back there

at, uh, Trader Wells
needed all the water.

Now, look...

my father's got a herd
of his own to look out for.

You think our
herd's going

to drink up
that whole pond?

Maybe not.

Or is your old
man's herd bigger

than I hear it is?

Well, he's
got plenty,
I reckon.

He ain't got
any neighbors

to bother
him anymore.

Yeah, well,
he packs a lot of rope.

Swings too wide a loop,
I figure.

What do you mean?

I mean, your old man
is a little careless

with a branding iron.

That's what I mean.

Oh, go on now.

Them just little old
brush mavericks.

Critters he
picked up

out on the wide
open prairie,

or so he says.

I'd hate to
turn your hides

inside out.

Might make a
liar out of him.

Now, wait a minute.

My father's got a big herd,
that's right,

but that don't mean
he stole 'em.

Doesn't it?
No, it doesn't.

And I don't ever want
to hear you call him a thief.

I'll call him one,

and you one, too,
if I feel like it.

Here, now watch it!

Oh.

Break it up.

Now, who started this?

You stay out
of this, boss.

I'm-I'm whipping myself
a cattle baron,

like I always wanted to.

Oh, well,
you got so much energy,

you go out
and ride night herd a while.

Well, what are you sticking up
for him for?

What's he doing
around here anyway,

spying for his old man?

Picking out his half
or something?

Get going, Rowdy.

We don't want no Hode
in camp.

I said, move!

Now that goes
for all of you.

It's going
to take every hand

to keep them
on the bed ground tonight.

They're so water-hungry,
they won't even lie down.

Nobody gets any sleep.

Now, move out.

What about him?

What is it?

Don't you hear so good?

Jim.

Wait a minute.

Mr. Favor, what
did Rowdy mean,

picking out
my half?

That's something you'll have
to ask your father about.

I told you not
to argue with them.

Yeah, I know,

but they were talking
about my father.

They said he stole the herd
he runs.

That isn't
true, is it?

Like I told you,
some people talk.

Is it true, Mr. Favor?

He grew up in a different world.

He had to be tough.

He was, and...

maybe we owe him a lot
for it, but...

but like a lot of old men,
he won't change,

and the world
around him keeps changing.

Maybe someday, sometime,
you'll be able to help.

Now get on back to the herd.

Yes, sir.

Yeah?

Scouted the Wolf
Creek up and down,

ten miles or more.

Not a trace.
Not even enough for the horses.

Which means
we won't have any water

before we get to Red Rocks.

And that's three days
normal driving.

Four days this way.

I don't think
we can make it.

What are we going
to do, boss?

Only one thing to do.

Back to Trader Wells.

Better half a herd
than none.

Well, we want
to go back there,

but we want to go back
and fight.

Yeah, let's not
let the old man...

It's not worth it.

You give in
to Hode now,

you're going to lose
about half of your men.

Meaning, I might lose you?

Maybe.

Well, maybe
with only half a herd,

I'll only need half the men.

Mr. Favor?

What do you mean, half a herd?

Your father's water comes
pretty high.

Maybe I could talk to him.

You think
he'll even hear you out?

My name's Hode, too.

I got to live with it.

I'll ride in
with you at sun up.

We can do our own talking.

Yeah, our own way.

That's enough.

Rowdy, you take
the horses out

and water them
at that seep hole.

Scarlet, you let
the herd go.

They'll head back
toward the water they know.

We can gather them
in the morning.

You think he's
even going

to make a dent
on that old cuss?

Afraid it's not
too likely.

Then what you
going to do?

You going to give in,

or you going
to fight?

Well, let's take care
of right now first, huh?

Get back with the herd.

Jim, Jim.

Son, where you been?

I been half crazy.

I'm all right, Ma.

Where's Dad?

In the shed.

Mr. Favor?

Trouble's come,
hasn't it?

Maybe.

Pa.

Well, you're getting
mighty independent, ain't you,

taking out like that?

Where you been,
hunting?

He's been with me.

You go
your own accord, Jim?

Pa, there's something
I got to ask you.

I'm asking you,
how is it

you went with him?

I want to learn.

Trail herding?

You could learn from the best
right here at home.

That whelp never saw the day

he could boss a herd
as good as I can,

no matter who
says I'm too old.

I figured you'd be back.

I heard how it was up ahead.

Pa, did you demand half

of Mr. Favor's cattle
for the water?

You got an advantage, boy,
you take it.

It's time you learned that.

You can't
do that, Pa.

They need water,

and there's plenty now,
I know that.

You've got to let them have it.

Nobody's got to do nothing, boy,
you hear?

I may be older,
and some of the time ain't come

when you, or anybody,
can tell me what to do.

I'm not trying
to tell you what to do.

Think of Ma...

and me- we got your name.

I don't want anybody
saying wrong things about it.

What things?

That you're a thief.

He tell you
the way I started our herd?

No, he didn't.

You tell me, Pa.

All right.

Time you knew.

Time you learned
what life is all about.

You want
to be a cattleman?

All right, I'll,
I'll tell you.

They said I couldn't
boss a herd no more.

Well, I decided I'd show them,

build my own herd,
boss the whole range.

And I done it.

We come to this place,

there was nothing,
nothing.

And we had nothing.

Your mother's little legacy
sent you back East for learning.

Then I pitched in,
starving almost at first.

With the railroad coming
I knew what beef would mean,

and I got it wherever I could.

Sure- in the scrub
or on the prairie.

What if some of them
didn't have brands on them?

Any fool didn't have sense
or guts enough

to look out for his own
deserved to lose them.

I built up my herd.

With a long rope,
a branding iron,

and maybe a shot in the back
some dark night?

And I ain't sorry for any of it,
because I ain't poor no more,

and nobody
tells me what to do.

Nobody.

Not you...

and not you, boy.

You want to be
a cattleman?

That's how
it's done.

Not for me.

You're a Hode.

You got to be hard, boy.

You got to have guts.

All this is going to be yours
someday when I'm gone.

You think I want to
be hated like you are?

Now, boy...
No!

Why, you little brat.

Come back here, you...!

Jim! Jim, come back here.

Jess! Don't!

You, Favor...

you turned my son against me,
you nosing my business.

All right, you want water?

Well, the price has gone up.

You can have
the water for
the cattle-

all of them, even trade.

That's no trade.

He knows that.

It's just his way
of making me fight.

Or turn tail and run.

Now, you bring your cattle
to the water.

Go ahead.

We'll be a-waitin'.

Mr. Favor,
I don't know what to say.

You tried, Jim.
Thanks.

Well, you can't fight them.

They outnumber you.

Either way,
we lose our cattle.

You know
my boys won't run.

Sorry.

Oh, Mr. Favor,
run for your life.

He's a crazy man.

He won't hesitate
to kill you.

Run and take
my boy with you,

and send him back east

where he can have
a decent life.

I can't do that,
Mrs. Hode.

And Jim will have to make
his own decisions.

Good-bye.

Are you coming?

Pa, do you know
what you're doing?

I know what I'm doing.

Do you?

Yes.

I can't come
with you, Pa.

Can't fight
against them.

I might have known
that you're spineless.

You got that same
Virginia softness

as your mother.

You stay here
and be a woman.

We don't need you.

Well, they're
dug in up there.

They're right back
this side of the water,

and right across
the only way in.

Any way we can outflank them?

I don't know.

They're free
to move around

and we got a
herd of cattle.

Maybe we can make the cattle
work for us

and break through their lines.

No, we'll have to leave
the herd behind us.

If we went in with them,

they'd just
let the cattle through,

then pick us off
all scattered out like that.

We'll stay together.

Whatever you say.

Jim Hode.

Hold it, Rowdy.

He tried to help us.

Boss, I don't trust him.

You let me worry
about that.

I'm going in
with you.

Fight your father?

Well, I didn't bring a gun,

but I want to be counted
with you.

I'll bet your old man
sent you in here.

I don't blame you
for thinking that,

but I'm here
because I've got to be.

Maybe I can help out
a little.

All right,
stay back with the herd.

No, I got to be up in front,

where he can see me,
see what he's doing.

It's up to you.

Mr. Hode,

here they come.

Wait till I give the word!

Mr. Hode, that one there.

Young fool.

All right, hold up.

Jess, this is on your head,
remember.

Jim,

come out of there!

You hear me?

I can't do that, Pa.

We're coming in.

Now, tell them to
let us through
and not to shoot.

No, sir!

The cattle can come.

Any man that tries it,
he's dead.

Then I'll come first, Pa.

You can shoot me.

Jim!

All right!

You come ahead!

You don't have to go
through with it, boy.

Yes, I do, Mr. Favor.

All right, let's go.

Ready...

Jess.

Carrie.

You better tell them
not to fight,

because if you hurt my boy,
I'm going to kill you.

Carrie, you're my wife.

And he's my son.

And yours, too.

Carrie.

I mean it, Jess.

Pa?

Thank you, Jim.

He's been sitting like that
ever since.

Not saying a word,
not moving.

You take him his food,
he just stares at it.

It kind of hurts me
to look at him.

It's hard for a man
like him to be beaten,

by his own
family, at that.

The way he looks at Jim.

Jim will do all right.

Well...

You're going now?

The cattle are
all watered.

I'm afraid you're
going to have some
cleaning to do.

Mr. Favor, I'm glad
you came by anyway.

Thanks.

Well, now,
look out there.

Why... it's Jim.

Time I find out
if I can take it.

Only one way
to find out, son.

And they're both drinking
out of that old jug.

Land sakes.

Now, don't scold
them, Mrs. Hode.

There's nothing like a jug
for patching up a quarrel.

Just leave them be.

Well, I'll stop back
sometime and visit.

Let's have another.

Head 'em up!

Move 'em out!

?Rollin', rollin', rollin',
rollin', rollin', rollin'?

Keep rollin',
rollin', rollin'?

Though the streams
are swollen?

Keep them dogies rollin'?

Rawhide?

Through rain
and wind and weather?

Hell-bent for leather?

Wishin' my gal
was by my side?

All the things
I'm missin'?

Good vittles,
love and kissin'?

Are 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?

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!

Hyah!

?Rollin', rollin', rollin'...?

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