All language subtitles for Rawhide - 1X14 - Incident Of The Dog Days

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 ♪

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Hyah!

Hyah!

♪ Rawhide ♪

Hyah!

Every once in a while you
have to get away from the herd,

so you can listen
to the sound of it.

You can tell a lot from
the way the cattle bawl,

but the same can't be said

for the drovers you
hire along the way.

It's hard to judge
a man by his voice.

That's why we keep
gaining some, losing others.

It's my job to judge,
and sometimes I miss.

My name's Gil Favor, trail boss.

Talby!

I don't want any
murders on my drive.

That man's a
gunman, Mr. Favor...

a killer.

Well, now, whether
you believe it or not,

I wasn't going to kill him.

I only wanted to make him talk.

Long as it's just talk.

If anything happens to that
boy, though, I'll know who did it.

I told you...

he's a killer.

You got proof, Talby?

I can get it if you
give me a chance.

I'll give you a chance
to get back to camp.

And for your sake, that
boy better stay healthy.

You've made a bad
decision, Mr. Favor,

and on a cattle drive,

a trail boss can't afford
to make bad decisions.

Get back to camp.

Talby's been trying to warn
you about Johnny Camber.

Hmm?

I believe him.

That kid does look
like the pictures

of Billy Carter on
the wanted posters,

and Billy Carter is
as bad as they come.

All I ask of a man
is he does his job.

As long as Johnny
Camber does that, he stays.

All right, boss. But
you'll be taking the herd

through the toughest
country we've tried yet

with the worst crew
we've ever had.

You've hired a gunman, a camp...

I know what I hired,
what I'm up against.

You better stick
to scouting, Pete.

I'll drive herd.

Boy, I been waiting
a week for this wish.

You got a mighty peculiar
way of taking a bath, friend.

Well, I was getting ripe.

You know, as
Mr. Favor always says,

do a thing right and
proper the first time.

You cooking stew again?

Now, you know darn well
I'm cooking down tallow

for lye soap.

Oh. Well, I should have known.

Smells better than the
grub you been handing out.

Well, what are you
standing there for?

Get on back to work.

Me and Jed was
just talking about it.

Looks mean and
there's a lot of it.

Now, it's a wrong time of year.

Two or three weeks
earlier, even later,

we'd have no trouble, but...

Jed, when you
were trail-bossing,

you lost a herd trying to take
it through this way, didn't you?

- Everybody knows that.
- Why did you lose it?

No use putting old
Jed through that.

Why Jed?

Well, like you, I tried it
at the wrong time of year.

And like you,
again, the other day,

I had to take on a lot of
extra hands I wasn't sure of.

How far is it across, Pete?

Jed says about 40 miles,
count it most of a week's drive.

Can we take the herd through?

Well, this is my first
time through here.

- I can't be sure.
- What about water?

Jed tells me there used to
be water out about 12 miles,

but not much of it.

What about going around?

We'd have to cut north through
Touralong Pass, means doubling back.

Adds up to two or three
weeks more time, but...

Jed, didn't you say something

about having trouble
in Touralong Pass, too?

That's right, Mr. Favor.
Had to turn back.

'Course, that was
a long time ago.

You take a chance on
dried-up creeks and streams,

and the rocky ground is
hard on the cattle's hooves.

- Any better than this?
- That's hard to say.

Two, three weeks...

we might run into
the same thing.

All right, Pete, we'll take
them through this way.

That settles that.

Mr. Favor knows what he's doing.

He sure doesn't want any company

when he goes to
making up his mind.

You're gonna find out, Pete,

that the man who has
to make the decisions

is about the
loneliest man there is.

What are you
doing in my bedroll?

Rowdy, just trying
to give you a hand.

Sticking cockleburs
in a man's bedroll

don't strike me as being funny.

I was just fishing them out.

Who put them there?

Now, I can't tell you.
You wouldn't want me to.

It'd just make trouble
with one of your friends.

Now you listen to me, Myers.

Maybe you were doing me a
favor and maybe you weren't.

Either way, if I catch you
messing around with my gear again,

I'm gonna stretch your
ears. Now get away from me.

That's the thanks a man
gets for being friendly.

If you're missing anything,

you ain't the first
one in this camp.

A man has to be sure
before he starts talk like that.

It ain't so hard being
sure of something.

But proving it is
something else.

Talking ain't gonna
help either way.

That makes you right.

I just wanted to make sure

you hadn't taken up swallowing
the whole steer, horns and all.

Cockleburs.

If you hadn't come busting up,

I'd have had a chance to do
something more than just talk.

Look, you know how Mr. Favor
feels about trouble with his crew.

There ain't gonna be
none, not without a cause.

I figure you give a jasper
like Myers enough rope,

and he'll throw a loop around
anything that ain't tied down.

All right, all right. I'm shut.

Say, boss, um, how
far does a man go

with something
he isn't sure about?

You got something on
your mind, let's have it.

Well, this Carl Myers,
he isn't liked around camp.

Well, now, I didn't hire
him on just to be liked.

Well...

I caught him going
through my bedroll.

He said he was picking
out some cockleburs

some yahoo put there.

Had them in his hand too.

Isn't much when it's said.

- You missing anything?
- No.

A man deserves the
benefit of the doubt.

Yeah.

Check out your supplies?

You never know
the time I didn't.

Heading into dry
country from here on in.

Still time to send a man into
Three Corners, anything we need.

- We do it tonight.
- No need, Mr. Favor.

Check again to make sure.

Check again?

You'd think I was a green-eared
tenderfoot or something.

Mr. Favor, can I have
a word with you private?

There's nothing you can't say
in front of the rest of the men.

Just as you say, Mr. Favor.

It's about crossing
the dry plains.

It's the wrong time.

You know it, I know it.

But I want you to know
that I think you can make it.

That's all I got to say.

Don't you listen
to him, Mr. Favor.

Jed Blaine has been around
these parts for a long time.

Everybody knows
that he lost his herd

trying to stake claims at
the wrong time of the year.

He's never been
able to live it down.

He'd like you to try this drive,

then he can always say

he ain't the only trail boss
who lost a herd and a crew.

You believe that, Mr. Favor?

Any reason not
to believe it, Jed?

I'm gonna take this
herd straight across.

Won't be easy,
but it can be done.

We're gonna keep
those cows on the move.

You'll eat and
sleep in the saddle.

Maybe you'll cuss
the day you signed on,

but we're going across.

Any man who thinks different
can draw his time right now.

Only a fool would cut straight
across in this time of weather.

- Not only that...
- Draw your time,
get your gear, get out!

Anybody else
want to go with him?

I don't like to rabbit
out on you, Mr. Favor,

but it wasn't just cows
that died out there with Jed.

It was men too.

I reckon I'll draw my time
and string along with Bates.

How about you, Jed?

Well, I signed on,
Mr. Favor, and I'll stay on.

Want to be an eyewitness
if I lose the herd?

I'll stay on.

Rowdy, get the cash
box. Pay those three off.

See that they're
out of camp tonight.

Mr. Favor's sure
set in his ways...

even when he's wrong.

Who says he's wrong?

I say he's wrong taking
us through this way.

And he's wrong thinking old
Jed would give him bum advice

because he wants
to see this herd lost.

Look, Mr. Favor knows more
about taking a herd through

than you'll ever know, Pete.

Even if that's right, Rowdy,
it ain't for you to say it.

I'll say what I want to you
or anyone else around here.

It's time you started
wearing it, Billy.

My name's Johnny.

Johnny Camber.

It's been a long while,

but I had to make sure
you were Billy Carter

before I killed you.

I told you, my name's
Johnny Camber.

Now I'll tell you
something else.

Keep away from me.

All right, Billy... for now.

I just wanted you
to know... I knew.

Been looking for you, boss.

- Any trouble?
- No, it's just that...

I don't understand about
us driving across here,

even though the old man
did say you'd have a chance.

Bet Bates was right
about the old man.

I think he was egging me on

just because misery
needs company.

Yeah, but you're
risking the herd

just to save a few days.

Look, Rowdy, the price of beef

jumps up and down
according to supply.

Now, you've got
to reach the market

at a time when the
price is high enough

to make the drive worthwhile.

Yeah, well... Well, why don't you
say that to Pete and the others?

Why do you just...

I can't stop to give a lecture
every time I wanna do something.

They ought to figure
it out themselves.

So should you.

You'd better turn in.

We've got a long day's
work ahead of us tomorrow.

Yeah. 'Night.

Wishbone, move your
wagon up ahead near the point.

We're not stopping for chow.

Fix what you can, we'll
ride in, grab it on the run.

Won't wait long, Billy.

Ho.

All right, get back and
dig out one of them hams

and a couple of loaves of bread.

I'm drier than one of
those Indian mummies.

One dipper to a man
till we get to some water.

Mr. Favor's orders.

Why, you old goat.

You just love giving
orders, don't you?

Oh, lay off, Rowdy.

Now, what do you got to
shoot your mouth off about?

Fine job of trail guiding
you've been doing.

Mr. Favor's choosing, not mine.

Not the way I see it.

You left him in a hole by not
choosing back there at Three Corners,

before we started
the dry plains.

Coming from a kid
still wet behind the ears,

- I'm going to let that pass.
- Don't do me any favors, Pete.

I can take care of myself with
you or any other man on this crew.

Pete.

Mr. Favor wants you.

You wanted me?

How far ahead do
you make the water?

About eight miles.

I think it's too far, the
shape this herd is in.

I asked how far, not
what you thought.

Keep 'em moving another two,
three miles, then circle 'em in.

Should reach that
water tomorrow.

Yes, sir.

Where's the sugar, Wishbone?

Ain't got none.

Thought you, uh,
checked out your supplies.

Well, I did.

I counted a sack of
beans instead of sugar.

Doing without sweets ain't gonna
kill none of this hard-rock outfit.

If you did your job right, we
wouldn't have to do without anything.

Well, that was my
fault, Mr. Favor.

I thought it was sugar.

I don't care whose fault it was!

Still no sugar, and no
excuse for not having any.

Boy, I tell you, this
outfit's falling apart,

and I ain't gonna
take much more of it.

Whoever told you pikers
you knew how to play poker?

Maybe it's the way you play.

Maybe you're just a poor loser.

It's better than
being a poor winner.

Or a crooked one.

Now, listen, Clark, get
off my back and stay off.

I'm getting tired of
you and your cracks.

Myers! Clark!

One more shindig like
this and you're both through.

Myers, you're late for
your trick at night herd.

No dirty cheat's gonna draw a
pig-sticker on me and get away with...

I said that's enough!

Oughta... have some music.

Might make things
seem a little better.

Shut up that caterwauling!

Just trying to help.

You all know that Myers
is a thief and a cheat.

Mr. Favor had no
right taking up for him.

You got no call
to say that, Clark.

Mr. Favor didn't
take up for anyone.

Well, it seemed that way to me.

And you're a poor one to talk.

He tried to steal from you too.

You don't know that
any more than I do.

Half the men in this crew are
missing stuff from their gear

and we all know who's taking it.

There's nothing lower
than a trail-camp thief.

There's one thing.

A woman-killer
like Billy Carter.

Maybe some of you
heard of Billy Carter.

Fast gun with ten notches.

I keep wondering if
he cut another one

for the girl he killed,
my daughter, Jenny.

She was just 18 when she
ran off with young Billy Carter.

I wasn't home when
he rode up for a job.

I hired on with a herd on
the Goodnight-Loving Trail.

When I got back, she
was gone with him,

and I went after him.

When I caught up with
him, Jenny... was dead.

Killed by a bullet
meant for Billy Carter.

She was going to have
his baby when she died.

I've been looking for
Billy Carter ever since.

How's the cattle?

Little restless.

Say, boss.

Yeah?

What are you gonna
do about the trouble

between Talby and Johnny Camber?

Do? What do you expect me to do?

I can't wipe the nose of
every man in this outfit.

I think Johnny Camber's
who he says he is.

You do?

Yes, I do.

Oh...

Well, I'm sorry I bothered you.

Nothing but loose dirt out here.
Make digging a grave real easy.

Water hole just past
that swale-back ridge.

No graze, though,

and we'll have to
water them in bunches,

there's only room for
about 50 head at a time.

Right.

Say, Pete, about
yesterday, well, I...

I didn't mean to be so
sharp with you, I, uh...

You don't owe me no apology,
Mr. Favor, you're the boss.

Ride back to Quince and Scarlet.

Tell them to slow up the
main body of the herd.

I'll send the point
in to water first.

Rowdy! Break off
the first 50 head.

Pete says there's
water beyond that rise.

Take them in, let them drink, move
them out for the next bunch to get in.

Right.

Johnny!

Slow 'em down.

Break 'em in bunches of 50.

Hey, get 'em out of here!

Get back!

Bad water!

Get 'em out of here!

Mr. Favor!

Mr. Favor!

- What's wrong now?
- Poisoned water.

I just saw it in time.
It's all full of bones

of birds and animals
that drunk it and died.

You sure?

Well, take a look for yourself!

Scarlet, turn the others back.

They haven't
smelled the water yet.

Get 'em back beyond
the rise. We'll join up later.

Straight poison.

You knew about
this, didn't you, Jed?

It wasn't poison when I
got my herd here, Mr. Favor.

It wasn't?

It was bone dry.

I should've turned
back and didn't.

All right, let's get
back to the herd.

You'd have gotten
a big laugh out of this

if I'd have taken a drink
of that, wouldn't you, Pete?

Rowdy, lay off me.

I'm not going to tell you again.

All right, break it up.

- Why, you young...
- Let him up, Jed.

He's been askin'
this for a long time.

Stay out of it, Mr. Favor.

What's the matter with
you? With both of you?

Boss, I didn't mean to...

That's the trouble
with this outfit,

nobody means
to, it just happens.

Where do you figure on stopping?

I don't. Keep them moving.

Yeah, but only, without water...

There's none out here for them.

Moon's up. Must
be after midnight.

Mr. Favor, Pete sent me back.

There's water up ahead.

There ain't much of it,
and it ain't fit for humans,

but it'll keep the cattle from
choking on their tongues.

How far?

About a mile and
a half, no more.

All right, we'll try to make it.

Get back to Wishbone. Have
him move the wagon up ahead.

I want coffee and sandwiches
waiting when we bring the herd in.

Wake up, you no good...

The men will be
in in a few minutes.

Wishbone.

Now what?

Look at this bread.

What's the matter with it?

It's hard as a board.

Can't you even bake bread?

What with driving day
after day, every day,

and now night after night,
when do I have a chance?

I warned you, if you
can't handle the job right...

Then say I can't.

Get yourself a new
cook, Mr. Favor.

I'm done!

Gee, Mr. Favor, you
think he means it?

Mushy, you're the new cook.

The men will want those
sandwiches in five minutes.

What's the matter
with you, Wishbone?

Get away from me.

Go on, leave me alone.

I asked you. What's
the matter with you?

What's the matter with me?

What's the matter with
everybody around here?

What's the matter
with Mr. Favor?

What's the matter with you?

Well, I mean quitting like this.

You know Mushy hasn't got the
brains to eat the food, let alone cook it.

Oh, so now my cooking's
getting good, is it?

Well, you can just durn well
thrive on the memory of it,

because it's the last
of it you'll ever get.

Why, you old coot!

Don't you call me an
old coot, you whelp!

I don't give a hang
about your lousy cooking.

I don't give a hang about
what you give a hang about.

Now, you get out
of here before I...

Before you what?

Before I blast that
whelp face of yours

right out from under your hat.

You see what I mean now?

What's what you mean?

You... you're pointing
that gun at me.

You want to fire it, don't you?

You're mighty well
told, I want to fire it.

Now you get away from
me before I blast your...

Yeah, I guess I
see what you mean.

Do you, Wish?

Well, I'm not so sure I do.

All I know is, a
couple days back,

you wouldn't have
poked a gun in my face

no matter how
sore you got at me.

Something just seems
to have happened.

Everybody's at everybody
else's throat like a pack of bobcats.

Everybody thinks
everybody else is wrong, too.

I sure wish I knew why.

Well, there's certain
times, I guess,

when everything's got
to go wrong. All wrong.

I don't know,
maybe it's the heat.

Aw, we've... we've
been through heat before.

Well, maybe it's Mr. Favor

goin' across the dry plains
when he shoulda gone around.

Now who says he
shoulda gone around?

I say.

Well, who are you to say?

You're not helping him move any,

quittin' him when he
needs you the most.

You think you're
being his little helper,

pickin' a fight with Myers
over some cockleburs?

And driving at Pete just
because you think he was wrong

for not warning
Mr. Favor sooner?

- Pete was wrong.
- Who says he was wrong?

- I say he's wrong.
- Who are you to say?

Well, I'll show you,
you lice-bitten old coot.

Why, you get out
of here before I blast

that sniveling whelp face of
yours right off of this wagon.

I...

Where's my watch, you
lowdown thieving coyote?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Clark's dead.

Rowdy, tell
Mr. Favor I'll be back.

If I don't...

Quince, you and
Kyle take care of him.

And Joe, go get
Mr. Favor, will you?

Whose gear is this?

Johnny Camber's.

Well, clean it up.

Mushy, help him get
this gear cleaned up.

Hope Jed catches up with
that dirty murdering thief.

You setting yourself
up as judge and jury?

I caught up with him.

He might have been
real quick with a knife,

but he wasn't very
fast with a gun.

Clark had him figured
right, Mr. Favor.

Most anything belonging
to anybody in this camp

worth more than a
quarter, right here.

Isn't this your
razor, Mr. Favor?

Hey, Mushy, your
coffee's boiling over.

Thanks, Mr. Rowdy.

I ain't got the hang
of everything yet.

Is Wishbone still
holding his grouch?

Oh, he's lying in there,
looking up at nothing.

He didn't even cuss
me out this morning.

I been thinking, wishing things
was back the way they was.

Well, you ain't the only one.

I got a hunch they're
gonna get worse.

Next to this, that poison
spring would taste good.

It might at that, Mr. Rowdy.

I've waited a long time, Billy,

but I had to be sure.

All right, Talby.

Get your gun, Billy.

Talby, I told you his
name is Johnny Camber.

You can settle
what's between you

when you leave the crew.

No, Mr. Favor, I'm sorry,

but it's got to be settled now.

I've waited too long to let
you or anybody else cheat me.

I'm not going to have any
more trouble in this camp.

You won't stop me, Mr. Favor.

You can't.

Billy Carter stole my
daughter, my only child,

and afterwards he killed her

just as if he pointed
the gun hisself.

Why, I'll kill him with my
bare hands if I have to.

- Easy, Talby.
- Give him his gun.

There's no use in
letting it hang fire.

We can end it right now.

What chance would
he have against you,

Billy Carter, with ten
notches on your gun?

Stay out of it, Pete.

Is what Talby said true, Johnny?

I'm Billy Carter.

Now give him his gun.

No.

He won't need one now.

If this is the way you
want it, Mr. Favor,

I guess it has to
be all right with me.

He wanted you to kill
him. His gun ain't loaded.

Why?

Going on this way,

thinking about her
every hour of every day...

seeing her face every
time I close my eyes.

He found her picture, but...

he didn't find this.

Marriage license.

You... and Jenny.

Why didn't you tell me?

Why should I let you think

your daughter's name
was Mrs. Billy Carter?

It's all over.

The day we got married

I let her throw away every
shell I had for my gun.

And I swore I'd
never buy any more.

I never have.

But the way she died...

We'd just found out she
was going to have a baby.

She was so happy

because I'd just told her we
were going back to tell you.

But a drunken
gunslinger recognized me

and drew on me.

Jenny jumped between us.

She died there in the street,

look... looking up at me.

All right, so I was wrong
about Myers, and Johnny, too.

I got no ownership papers
saying I always got to be right.

It's over and done with.

I want the herd headed up
and moving out in 15 minutes.

Mr. Favor.

Some of us haven't
had a chance to eat yet,

no rest and not a
decent meal for days.

You think you can keep
pushing men like that,

you're wrong a third time.

I said I wanted that herd
moving in 15 minutes.

Then you can move them yourself.

Midway Valley's not over
four hours' drive from here.

There's enough grass
there to rest the herd.

You don't need a scout.

You don't need anybody.

Anybody else feels
the same way as Pete,

they can ride out with him.

You're all a bunch
of yellow quitters.

How about you, Jed?

Well, I signed on to help
get these cows through.

Now, I had a herd quit me
once, but I never quit a herd.

I'm staying, Mr. Favor.

Talby,

is Johnny able to ride?

You say, Talby.

He can ride enough to help.

We're staying.

Rowdy, get the cash
box, pay them off.

Then let's get these
beeves on the move.

Mushy, you've got your wish,

as of right now you're
a working cowhand.

All right, let's get our
gear and get out of here.

Well, I never
thought Pete'd quit.

Scarlet or Quince either.

What is it?

Dry. Dry as a bone.

Well, Midway Valley
is just over that rise.

Keep 'em moving!

Midway Valley.

What sun and dust
can do in a few days.

One thing a trail boss
needs is good judgment.

I was wrong about
Myers, Johnny, Jed.

Now it looks like
I've been wrong

thinking I could get this
outfit across the dry plains.

The way I see it,

a man takes on a job,
he ought to see it through,

no matter how much he don't
like it or how much it costs him.

Should we try turning
the herd, boss?

Nothing behind them.

It's too late to turn back.

As you might guess,
there's no water.

As far as I know, there's no
chance of finding any water

between here and the
end of the dry plains.

Am I right, Jed?

That's right, Mr. Favor.

That means at least three,
four more days with the cattle.

If we had enough hands, we
could force the cattle across, but...

with only us,

I don't... I don't
need to tell you.

Can't be done.

All you have to
do is look at them.

Oh... this is going to
be kind of hard to say.

I know what you're
thinking, Mr. Favor.

Don't say it.

I guess I know, too.

He's the boss, let him say it.

No, that's just the point.

I don't have the right
to be boss any longer.

I'm afraid I've proved that.

All the other hands
realized it and left.

For staying with me... thanks.

Now, I don't see

how anybody could be
quite as wrong as I was,

still give an order and
expect to have it carried out,

but that's just what
I'm going to do.

I'm giving you one last order

and I still expect to
have it carried out.

I want you all to
move out on your own,

get through as best you can.

Without you?

Lack of water can kill you

just as quick as it
can kill the steers.

What do you plan on doing?

Staying out here
with these lousy cows?

I don't know much
about droving, Mr. Favor,

but if you're trying
to get rid of us...

That's what he's
trying to do, son.

Oh, now, it's time somebody
begun to talk sense around here.

That's enough, Wishbone.

No, it's not, Mr. Favor.

I told you to move
on, all of you!

That's an order!

You trying to get rid of us

'cause you don't
want us to sit out here

and watch the cattle drop?

What do I have to
do to get rid of you?

Don't you understand
there's no water here?

Not only for the herd,
there's none for you either.

Now, you can get through

if you're not tied
down with the cattle.

So start moving out now.

Look, I have to watch my herd,

but there's nothing
says I got to watch you.

Now, get out of
my sight, all of you!

I ain't got any place
to go, Mr. Favor.

Me neither.

We can do without
water for a couple days.

I ain't a bit
thirsty, Mr. Favor.

There, you see, Mr. Favor?

You see?

You stup...

Well, what are you all
standing around for?

Let's see if we can get these
lousy cows back on their feet.

Mr. Favor, out there.

We got lost.

You got lost?

Yeah, I...

It's rough out there.

Pete, Scarlet and me,

we couldn't find our way.

We didn't know which way to go.

We sort of
miscalculated, Mr. Favor.

- It was a small mistake.
- Natural thing, making
mistakes.

We figured if you'd sort of
let us stroll along with you

we wouldn't make
no more mistakes.

- What did you find up ahead?
- We found some water

and the grass is a lot better
on the other side of the valley.

You'd be wanting to take
them straight through?

Yeah, Pete, straight through.

Well, Rowdy, you gonna
stand around up here all day

or you gonna earn your pay?

Never thought I'd be glad to
see you, you old brush popper.

Hyah!

What else would you expect a
crew like yours to do, Mr. Favor?

You had the right
hunch all the time.

Looks like you're gonna make it.

We'll make it, Jed.

♪ 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' ♪

Hyah!

Hyah!

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin',
rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪