Original subtitles

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, 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 ♪

♪ Let 'em out, ride 'em in Ride 'em in, let 'em out ♪

♪ Cut 'em out Ride 'em in ♪

♪ Rawhide! ♪

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

Hyah!

Hyah!

♪ Rawhide! ♪

Hyah!

On the trail to Sedalia, Missouri, from day to day,

you fall into the habit of trying to read your men.

Guess what makes them tick.

But you don't make much headway.

Isn't easy to figure grown-up humans

who'd take this kind of a life

for thirty bucks a month and keep.

So you finally give up.

And you're just glad there's a breed like 'em

to get the beeves to where they're going.

I got a good reason to be glad.

My name's Gil Favor, trail boss.

Pete.

Nope.

Come on, Pete, you're the only one

that's out there that knows how to sew right.

No doubt about that.

Oh, I don't know, I've... been working

on this thing for about two days.

All I seem to get is a thumb

that looks like a sieve.

Help me.

Help me.

Somebody help me.

Please won't somebody help me.

He's out there.

What?

No, no. I... I'll be all right.

You've gotta get him.

He's out there.

Pete, Rowdy, take a look around out there.

See if you see anybody. Be careful.

Wishbone, medicine chest.

Gunshot wound.

Not too bad.

Bet she's lost a lot of blood.

Oh.

Why don't you help...?

Easy. Hel... Oh.

The men will help.

Now lie still and don't try to talk.

But they'll kill him.

They?

My husband made us ride away...

while he held them off.

Oh, please. He's... He's just...

I'm afraid It'd be a waste of water now, Mr. Favor.

Quince. First thing in the morning,

you and Scarlet dig a grave.

Yes, sir.

No sign of anybody out there.

Pete, how much tracking could you do

at this time of night?

Hardly any.

Well, I'll make a marker.

What name shall I put on it?

She didn't say.

Nobody ought to be laid to rest without a name.

The Lord giveth, the Lord taketh away.

Blessed be the name of the Lord.

Amen.

Wish, how do you think she got shot, anyway?

Oh, probably a stray.

A rifle slug.

Didn't go very deep, so it was nearly spent.

W-what was that?

Sounded like a baby.

No, not out here.

Oh, let's find it.

Hey, over here.

Well, don't just squat there. Pick it up.

Ooh. Uh...

Pick it up.

No, y... You pick it up, Wish.

Heh.

What's the matter?

I don't know, it's... just so little.

So that's what she wanted us to hunt for last night.

I-is it all right?

Well, don't ask me.

Oh.

No. No.

Sounded healthy enough.

Must have seen our fire and not had enough strength

to carry it on in.

Well, at least she tried to put it where the snakes

and coyotes wouldn't get it.

Hey, Pete, you...

You better try and backtrack that woman.

You come on back when you can.

All right.

Hey, now, you fellas...

who's gonna take this thing?

Now, Mr. Favor, who's gonna take care of this thing?

Heh. Oh, no.

Not me.

I gotta draw the line somewhere.

Oh, Wishbone.

Too young to be riding a horse, heh.

Oh, no.

Now, absolutely not.

I got every extra job there is now.

Well... Wishbone...

The way I figure,

you're the only man in this whole outfit

who's smart enough to be able

to handle a thing like that.

Mr. Favor...

I don't mind being the blacksmith,

or even the barber...

but there's one thing I'm not,

and I'm not gonna be,

and that's a mother.

Now you take this cub right now.

We... We'll drop it off at the next town.

The next... Why, that's two weeks from now.

Mother's dead.

Father's dead too, probably.

But... we'll find someone

to take it off your hands.

Off of my hands?

In two weeks.

You get somebody else to take this right now.

No!

Say, Wish...

what kind is it, anyway?

Boy or girl?

It's a boy.

Congratulations.

Oh, I don't know the first thing

about taking care of babies.

And I'm not gonna start learnin' at my age.

No, sir.

That's one thing I'm not gonna do.

Here, you take it.

Sure, Mr. Wishbone.

No... no.

I wouldn't wish you on anything.

Not even this.

All right, it's the third time

he's been woke up today.

And the next drover that comes in here

and pokes his head in, gets it shot off.

I backtracked her for two, three miles.

Found a dead horse.

Couldn't find any sign beyond that.

Ground's all rocky and hardy.

Yeah.

Hey...

how's everything?

You can't see it.

Oh, come on, Wishbone, have a heart.

I've been out on a long ride.

All right. One quick one.

That's enough.

Pete.

Not a rider in sight.

Yeah.

Too many head to be a wild stock.

Yeah.

Like making a gold strike.

Arrowhead brand.

Yeah, I never heard of 'em.

Studied the trail map this mornin'.

There's no ranch, no town, no nothing around here.

Now, who'd walk off and leave this many head

in the middle of nowhere?

Not Comanches.

Well... we'll throw 'em in with our herd.

If the owner comes along, we can cut 'em out for him.

Hyah.

Ah. Hyah.

Business will be booming in a short while, boys.

Get everything ready.

You still doctoring him, Reese?

How's the shoulder, Harry?

Still bleedin'.

Another couple of inches over,

and we'd have buried you too.

Weren't such a good idea

to pick J.B. Kincaid to jump.

The others would still be alive if we hadn't.

We had no choice.

He had the sick cattle.

Anyway, we don't have to bother

about him anymore, do we?

Well, what's eating you, Reese?

Oh, why'd you had to wait until I was out of camp

before you went on that raid?

'Cause I didn't want you with us.

Why not?

Figured you might be crazy enough

to try and take him all by yourself.

Well, I just thought might maybe I could.

J.B. Kincaid?

Well, his reputation don't scare me none.

Yeah, well, it did me.

You're always boasting how fast I am.

Not that fast.

As it was we left three out of 15 men at his ranch.

And four more needed doctoring.

No, sir.

Can't afford to...

run the risk of losing you.

Reese, you're the only family I got.

Besides, the next move is yours anyway.

Well, the trail herd picked up

those sick cattle just like we planned.

They ought to be ripe just about now.

So get ready to pay 'em a little visit.

Wait a minute. Hold on, the real doing

is gonna be right here.

That herd is got to be set up.

Oh, I don't feel like play-actin' a part

of no gunhand just for some stupid trail boss.

Well, they aren't all so stupid.

You might just have a little more to do

than play-actin'.

Hyah. Whoa. Whoa.

Hyah.

Howdy.

Afternoon.

You the trail boss?

Nope.

Oh, who is?

Mr. Favor!

Howdy.

I'm J.B. Kincaid.

Gil Favor.

Name mean anything to you?

Yeah, I reckon it does.

Word gets around.

You're, uh...

You got a few men to your credit.

Well, that's all in the past now.

I've turned to ranching.

I had 50, 60 head

of cattle up there on the trail.

Arrowhead brand?

Well, how did you know?

Had a of couple men herding 'em.

Oh, we've seen your steers, Mr. Kincaid,

but, uh... there's nobody with 'em.

You saw 'em?

I thought they'd run off.

I'll have my boys cut them out for you.

We picked 'em up.

You picked 'em up?

That's right.

Well, mine's a sick herd, Mr. Favor.

Ticks.

Spanish fever.

Spanish fever. They're as good as gone already.

Every one of your steers will be dead

within three days unless you get 'em dipped.

Rowdy, Quince,

Scarlet, Ash!

Cut out those Arrowhead brand.

They've got the fever. Let 'em out fast.

I'll give 'em a hand. Right.

I'm sorry, Mr. Favor.

You're sorry?

You know what those ticks can do to a herd?

In 72 hours, their tongues swell up in their mouths

the size of balloons.

They begin to founder and thrash around.

All of a sudden they swell up to the size of elephants.

That's when they keel over and die.

Seventy-two hours from now

I got 3,000 carcasses on my hands.

And you're sorry?

I had no idea. I didn't know it was that bad.

I mean, they're just little ticks as far as I knew...

You left a herd with Spanish fever all alone?

I told you I left two men with them.

I had no idea they'd run off and leave the cattle.

They must have known more about Spanish fever than you do.

Seventy-two hours from now I ought to make you

watch those cattle go down.

I ought to force you to watch 'em.

Then It'd make you crawl away.

Look, I had no choice.

I rode on ahead to the Dangerfield Dips

to arrange to have my cattle dipped.

That's the only way to save 'em, ain't it?

Seems to me that 1,000 miles around here,

all the cattle got ticks.

Mine didn't.

Till now.

I've been checking our steers.

And...?

Didn't see a-one without ticks.

Looks like my steers have got 72 hours

before they get dipped.

I sure wish I could do something, Mr. Favor.

You can.

Show me where that Dangerfield Dip is.

How far off is it?

Well, it's about 20 miles.

You can make it in three days.

Three days is the most we got.

Spanish fever can act in two days in the heat.

And it's hot.

Get 'em up! Move 'em on!

Hyah!

Your spread near here, Kincaid?

About ten miles north.

Well, you must have been built recently.

That's right.

Hey, uh... You know a...

good-looking woman, dark hair, about, uh, 35.

What's her name?

Huh?

I say, what's her name?

We don't know.

I'd like to meet a good-looking woman.

We, uh, buried this one recently.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Yeah, she left her baby with us.

It's bedded down in the chuck wagon.

Just thought you might know his kin.

Oh, I wouldn't be likely to forget a good-looking woman

if I'd seen her.

Just a hope.

Right through the middle.

Uh, Mr. Kincaid, he sure makes an impression, don't he?

Not on me, he don't.

Any man can ignore a handsome baby like this,

just don't stand high in my regard.

I guess he's as good as his reputation.

Mm.

Oh, say, Pete. How far

you figure it is to Dobe Wells?

It's about 30 miles. Mm-hm.

Oh, Ash.

Want you to ride into Dobe Wells. Ask around.

If you can't find any kin, well...

find somebody who knew the family and...

will take care of the baby.

Wishbone!

Mr. Favor.

I've been thinking. Hm?

My steers are in with your herd.

I like to pull my own weight.

I'd like to take a turn riding night herd.

Fair enough.

Uh, Pete's got the first guard.

You can take over from him at 10.

Well, uh...

Yeah?

Heh. I was wondering... Mm-hm.

I ain't much sleepy right now.

If it's all the same to you, I'll take first turn.

Suit yourself.

There's three steers that ticks

have about finished, Mr. Favor.

Well, we're just lucky it wasn't 50.

Shoot 'em. Get 'em underground quick as you can.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Wishbone.

Can't feed this milk to the baby.

Why not?

Well, the cow's got ticks.

It's got the fever,

just like the rest of the herd.

You sure?

Yes, sir.

You can go check the cow yourself.

Well... what do we do?

Well, there's one thing we can't do

is bother Mr. Favor about it.

He's got enough problems.

Well, your mother knew so much about powder,

maybe she knew something about this.

Sugar water.

Well, all right, we'll give it a try.

Maybe after Ash gets back

it won't be our worry no more.

Oh...

Mr. Kincaid...

anything happen?

No, no. Mr. Favor just changed his mind.

He doesn't want you to ride to Dobe Wells.

Hyah.

You're looking for me?

Well, yeah... I couldn't find you.

I figured your horse spooked and threw you.

Heh-heh, no.

I spotted a coyote

trailing the edge of the herd, so...

I drove him off onto the hills.

Yeah.

I'll be glad to get to my blanket roll tonight.

Ha.

How's the baby?

Cried most of the night for lack of milk.

Oh. Our milk cow's got ticks.

Sure I wish we knew

where we could get some clean milk.

Hey, there's some out on the prairie.

Are you takin' in riddles, Pete?

No, I mean it, Wishbone.

I cut fresh buffalo sign on the way in here.

How far was that, Pete?

About two miles.

Wishbone, you tell that baby

milk's about ready to be delivered.

Pete, what, uh...

And, uh... where are you going?

Oh, uh...

I figured I'll milk me a buffalo cow.

You what?

Yeah, well, uh...

Well, uh, tsk, look, we're moving

and the herd along in an hour.

You figure you got time to find a buffalo...

and milk it?

Eat your morning meal and, uh, be ready

to kick this, uh, herd along in an hour?

Well, I...

I figured on passi" on the morning meal.

Well, um... long as you're ready when we are.

You mean, as long as, uh, mama buffalo's ready.

Now listen... all of you.

We gotta get these steers dipped by tomorrow,

or we won't have a steer left.

And once we mount up...

we're gonna stay in those saddles...

If I gotta tie you in

until we reach the Dangerfield Dip.

The only rest you're gonna get from now until then...

is when the herd needs it.

All right, Wishbone.

Feed 'em up.

Line up.

Whoa.

Oh, that's right, sweetheart.

Come to me.

Howdy, Rowdy.

You were supposed to milk that buffalo, not wrestle it.

I've seen less beat up things

come out from under a rock.

Ash is dead.

How?

Gunshot.

His gun wasn't even out of his holster.

Any idea who did it?

I don't have any idea who did it.

Lot of tracks around there though.

You may... Pete may be able to track 'em down for you.

No.

Well, we can't just forget about it.

We'll have to for now.

After the cattle are dipped,

we can find out what happened.

Trail's gonna be cold by then.

The cattle will be dead by then...

unless we keep kickin' 'em along.

And we need every drover.

Give him a hand.

Why don't you get his horse?

I trailed my wife to your camp.

There was a woman came into our camp

little while back.

My wife.

She had our baby. Where is she?

Ah.

Rowdy.

Who are you, mister?

Name's Kincaid.

It's not too common a name.

Already got a man here who says

his name's Kincaid.

Who? Him?

Did he call himself Kincaid?

J.B. Kincaid. That's what he said.

He's a liar and a murderer.

You heard the man accuse you.

What do you say?

I'm Reese Dangerfield.

His bunch raided my ranch.

Arrowhead brand cattle?

Mine.

You know that herd was sick?

Went to Dangerfield and his brother,

wanted my cattle dipped.

They propositioned me to use 'em

to infect a big trail herd.

I turned 'em down.

They raided me to get my cattle.

Where's my wife?

She's dead.

Eh... No.

Let me kill him. He killed my wife.

Where's my baby?

He's in the supply wagon.

Alive and well.

Wishbone, show him.

You must have killed Ash.

You left the herd last night.

I couldn't find you.

I told you I was chasing a coyote.

He lied about his name.

He lied about killing Ash too.

Mister, you're gonna swing.

We're not the ones to swing anybody.

Yeah, your boss is the only one with any brains.

Anything happens to me, you can forget

about your herd getting to Sedalia.

Keep talking.

Well, the Dangerfield Dip

is the only one within 200 miles.

If we don't agree to dip your cattle, they're gonna die.

Now, you figure just how agreeable

my brother's gonna be if anything happens to me.

We'll take real good care of him then.

His being healthy may be the only way

to save the herd.

And don't let Kincaid near him.

At least until I get back.

Where you going?

Think I'm gonna let you ride

in that rattlesnake nest alone,

then you've forgotten how good at pulling fangs I am.

Well, pull yourself together. I'll get the horses.

Yeah, well... only take a minute.

Welcome to Dangerfield Dips.

I'm Ewan Dangerfield.

Gil Favor.

This is Rowdy Yates.

Uh, I got a sick herd, uh...

How much to dip 'em for ticks?

Our rates are reasonable, Mr. Favor.

It's not what I asked.

How much?

Why don't you bring your herd in,

we'll make a tally, and I'll give you an exact figure.

Tsk. Tally's up to 3,000 head,

give or take a few, uh...

Plus 50, 60 Arrowhead steers.

Charge is 500 head.

Oh, uh... you call that reasonable?

Figure it this way.

You give us the 500 head, you end up with 2500.

You don't give us the 500 head,

heh, you end up with nothing.

Hm.

You know, Mr. Dangerfield, that sounds, uh,

pretty close to robbery.

I'll give you a fair price.

You'll give me 500 head.

Mister, you haven't got a thing to say about this.

There isn't another dip within 200 miles.

So I've heard...

from your brother.

What about him?

Oh, he's with us for a while.

What have you done to him?

Just found out his name wasn't Kincaid is all. Uh...

We're taking real good care of him.

You're lucky.

So far.

You roughhouse him, and you and your friend here

won't ever get over it, I promise you.

We don't wanna roughhouse him.

What do you want?!

You planted a herd

full of Spanish fever on the trail.

It infected my herd.

I want 'em clean.

All right. What about my brother?

You get him back...

after the herd is dipped.

I'll dip your herd,

as soon as you bring Reese to me.

You'll get your brother back after the herd is dipped.

Regular charge, five cents a head.

All right. Five cents a head. It's a deal.

Ewan, that's throwin' $10,000 away.

Well, you got what you came for.

Now, go on back and bring a herd in.

Now, we have got this straight, haven't we?

We don't deposit Reese with you

until, uh, after the last head has been dipped.

Mr. Favor...

I don't have to like this.

But I have got it straight.

Bye.

All right.

It wont do you any good

to stand there looking at me like that.

They got my brother.

My stupid, idiotic brother.

And I think lot more of him

than any of you think I ought to, don't I?

Well, I'll handle it.

You just let me handle it,

and nobody will suffer.

Not you or me, or my brother...

unless he does something crazy.

And even then, I wont let him suffer.

Somehow I'll find a way to make it right for him.

For all of us.

I don't like that roving eye on Kincaid.

Make sure he don't...

tear a gun loose.

Pete, they're slowing up real bad.

We're going to lose a lot of cattle right here

if we don't ease up.

Yeah, they're beginning to flounder.

We'll rest 'em for a while.

But only for a short spell.

Oh.

Looks like his mother around the eyes.

She had beautiful eyes.

That idiot Reese coming in here using your name...

they sure must have figured

they killed you to.

When I sent Helen and the baby off...

there was lot of smoke and fire.

Bellied out the back door into a root cellar.

They were so interested in me,

they didn't notice Helen and the baby had gone.

Where's your gun belt, Mr. Kincaid?

You lose it in the raid?

Gave it away when I got married.

Well, no offense meant,

but... J.B. Kincaid without a gun is...

Your name is J.B. Kincaid,

you can't afford to let people know you're

walkin' around without a gun.

That don't make good sense.

Hm. Seemed to make good sense.

I don't know, now.

Well... Your shoes, I wouldn't know either.

I miss my wife, Wishbone.

And I miss her bad.

I'm grateful the baby's alive...

but I miss my wife.

Oh, now, hold on, Mr. Kincaid.

These things can be used right

or they can be used wrong.

But you're not usin' it in either case.

Mr. Favor's orders.

Now, I'll take my gun back.

I need it more than you do, Wishbone.

No, sir. I gotta ask you for my gun.

Wishbone, if I have to...

I'll beat you down...

or I'll kill you.

You gonna shoot me down in front of everybody?

In spite of what Mr. Favor said?

Tsk. I don't mind so much that your brother

and his people burned me out and shot me up.

But my wife was shot up so bad she died.

You owe it to Mr. Favor to not do this, Mr. Kincaid.

I owe my wife more.

Give him a gun.

None of these drovers wants to lose their herd.

That's exactly what'll happen

if they let you kill me.

How about it, boys?

You wanna get your herd to the dip alive?

Like Mr. Favor said.

You... give him a gun.

Nobody gives him a gun.

What do you mean?

You gave him yours, didn't you?

Give it to him.

I didn't give him my gun, He worked it away from me.

Now, you give him your gun, and you're going

against Mr. Favor's orders, Joe Scarlet.

You gonna do that?

No.

There's only one man here I want to kill.

Maybe we'd better do what he says.

Give it to him.

Cut him loose.

Just let me get the blood back in my hands.

Get it working good.

You know, it's not like my brother to

let a job go unfinished.

I'd have to remember to ask him

how come you did get away.

Pick up the gun.

I'd hate to take advantage of you like this...

you being so beat up.

He's dead.

It had to be done.

It's your gun.

What were you doin', Scarlet?

Lookin' down Kincaid's gun barrel.

There was nothin' any of us could do.

Who did it?

Me, Mr. Favor.

Who let him have a gun?

He got hold of mine.

You heard the boss' orders.

How did you let a thing like this happen?

Why all the fuss?

A man who didn't deserve to live is dead, that's all.

For any of you who don't know what this means,

we were gonna be seen safely through the dip

because he was alive and well.

He's no longer alive and well.

Due to me.

Whether due to you or not...

we no longer have a bargain.

Yeah, well...

we don't have to let the man there know that.

I'm not gonna bargain with a dead man.

W-why not? Where the herd's concerned, I think I would.

I made a deal for a live one.

A man's only as good as his word.

I'll keep my bargain.

Now, you can come with me or not.

Are you gonna tell Ewan Dangerfield

his brother's dead?

Just that.

Oh, boy, I think you're wrong,

but... I'm goin' with ya, for your sake.

For my sake?

You're gonna need all the help you can get, boss.

Seems I've caused a lot of trouble.

Is there anything I can do to help?

Mr. Kincaid...

you'd best take yourself and your son... move on.

What we have to do no longer concerns you.

Oh, I'd do that, Mr. Favor.

But how?

How would I get food for Jimmy on my own?

The two of us have got to stay with the drive

until you reach the next town.

That's no lie.

Well...

get yourself into the supply wagon.

And stay there! That's an order.

Scarlet, Quince.

Get him underground.

Pete, get that herd to the dip and fast.

Our 72 hours are just about up.

All right.

Now, don't you cause any more trouble.

Now, you and that...

That son of yours, get in the wagon.

The back end of the wagon.

Back awful fast, Mr. Favor.

Change your mind about our deal?

My, um... mind's been changed for me.

Mm-hm. It has?

Your, uh... brother's dead.

Who killed him?

It happened.

I guess you could say I'm responsible.

Yeah. You're responsible, but who did it?

You?!

No.

After the dipping I'll show you

where we buried him.

A half hour ago, you were gonna

give me my brother.

Now you're gonna give me a grave...

after the dipping.

You think it goes on like nothin' happened?!

Tsk. Your price was 500 head.

With my brother alive.

But, now, with him... dead,

the price goes up.

Tsk. Name it.

Half the herd.

Got no choice.

You've got no choice?

You got a choice. You got 20 men on their way here

just itching to back you up.

When they get through with you people,

there wont be enough of you left to be thinking about a herd.

Your ramrod's a hothead, trail boss.

Ramrod pull the trigger on my brother?

No. He was here with me when it happened.

You've got a deal.

Hold it, trail boss.

You're staying here.

Ramrod can bring the cattle in.

Bring the herd in, Rowdy.

They only got a couple of hours

before they start dropping.

Boss, you just can't walk off...

He's too smart to think we'll let him live.

Smart...

fool.

Fool thinks more of his cattle than his own skin.

We'll be at the dip soon now.

Mr. Favor told 'em Reese is dead,

but he didn't tell him you did it.

Stay down and quiet, huh?

Make sure none of the men try anything foolish

when we reach the dip.

No matter how much they think of the boss,

we gotta get these cattle through.

Ewan.

There they come.

All right, take your spots.

Trail boss...

get up on that wagon box.

Stand on the seat.

What for?

So you'll be in plain sight of your men.

They'll know if they try anything,

you'll make a perfect target.

Now get up there.

All right, give me your guns.

Nothing doin', mister.

You just try and take 'em, mister.

Mr. Favor.

Maybe you can make 'em listen?

That wasn't part of the deal.

It is now.

If you want that herd dipped,

I gotta have the guns.

How about it, boss?

Tsk.

Give him your guns.

All right, get the rest of 'em.

Alrighty. Dip 'em!

Mr. Favor made a mistake

having us turn in our guns.

Maybe.

He must think one of us

got an ace up our sleeves.

I sure hope we have.

Gonna happen when we finish?

Hurry 'em through.

Only about a dozen more.

Now what's gonna happen, Mr. Wishbone?

What's gonna happen to us?

Well, don't count on us gettin' past the dip.

Get all those drovers and line 'em up over here.

All right, off your horses.

Get over there.

Come on, move.

The rest of you too.

Over there.

Line up over there.

All right. Pick out your half.

I'm gonna pick somethin' else first.

The man who gunned Reese.

Now, who was it?

None of them.

Get over there.

Now, which one of you killed my brother?

The man who points him out saves his own life.

Well...!

My patience is about run out.

I give the word, my men will cut you all down.

Then I'll be sure and get the one who shot Reese.

Now, who was it?

Who was it?!

Mr. Favor left me in charge.

I'm responsible.

You had nothin' to do

with it, Pete Nolan.

It was my gun.

And I'm the one who fired it.

Kincaid.

You're the one I wanted, Ewan.

Cut him down!

That's enough.

Kincaid didn't want to kill anybody else.

You heard Mr. Favor. I'm satisfied.

But I don't know how long

the feeling is gonna stay with me.

I guess Ewan owes me this much.

Buggy and a team.

Now, come get some of these blankets.

We want that baby kept comfortable.

Oh, say, uh...

who gave you the gun this time?

Hm. Reese's gun.

Found it in the supply wagon with his gun belt.

And, uh... Uh, you?

Oh. You forgot the one that never comes off me

'cept when I bathe.

Oh, when we, uh, sell the herd in Sedalia...

you want us to send your share from the cattle

uh, on then to Stanton?

Me and the baby will be stayin'

with my sister for a while.

Well, thank you.

Thank you for everything.

I'm sorry for the trouble I made you, Mr. Favor.

You more than made up for it, Mr. Kincaid.

J.B.

Now, you take good care of J.B. Jr.

Well, his name ain't gonna be J.B. Jr.

Gonna change it to J.W.

James Wishbone Kincaid.

Yes, sir.

James Wishbone Kincaid.

It's a proud and handsome name.

I'm sure glad to get that brat off my hands.

Now I can stop bein' a mother.

Get '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' ♪

Hyah!

Hyah!

♪ Rawhide! ♪

Hyah!

Hyah!

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♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪