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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!

The trail log says:

"Every working cowhand

"has a string of horses assigned to him.

"That string's made up of the different kinds

"he's going to need.

"Circle horse, cutting horse, a roping horse,

"one or two broncs.

He works with 'em, worries over 'em,

and wouldn't be worth a brass nickel without 'em.

Same goes for me...

except my string isn't horses.

It's men.

I'm Gil Favor, trail boss.

That new batch of sourdough's fermentin' real good.

Well, hallelujah.

You don't sound pleased, Mr. Wishbone.

It is in the nature of sourdough to ferment,

and it's in the nature of a cook's louse

to get excited about it.

But it's not in my nature to stand up and cheer,

just because a keg of sourdough...

Mr. Wishbone...

geese.

Now, like I was sayin'...

Well, They're flyin' the wrong way for this time of year.

Geese was never was much for readin' calendars.

Now, like I was sayin'...

You're right.

It's a big one, Mr. Favor.

A prairie fire takes hold in this kind of country,

it's always a big one.

Hey boss...

We've seen it.

It's comin' our way though.

Travelin' a lot faster'n we are.

The wind might shift.

And it might not.

Pete, how far back would you say the fire is?

I'd say about twenty miles,

and we got six or eight hours at the most.

Is there a river ahead?

Yeah, but there's not enough water

to stop a prairie fire.

Rowdy... you start movin' the herd up.

They're pretty well rested,

you can get a lot more speed out of 'em.

Quince, get back to the drag, start movin' 'em up.

Good as done.

A prairie fire that size can burn a herd down

to its hooves in an hour.

Pete, you and me gotta find a river

big enough to stop that fire.

And a spot on it shallow enough to get the herd across.

Let's go.

Yeah. She's still burnin'. No change of the wind.

Splittin' up would double our chances.

We're not gettin' any second ones neither.

My husband ain't home.

Well, I just wanted some information, ma'am,

about the best place to cross the river

with a herd of cattle.

I wouldn't know nothing about that.

How soon before your husband will be coming back?

He's over at the fort, sellin' hides.

Well, I-I... I could wait for him.

Not in the house. Not while my husband's gone.

I could wait for him outside if...

♪ It was late last night When my lord come home ♪

♪ Inquirin' about his lady ♪

♪ And the only answer He received ♪

♪ She's gone with The Gypsy, Davy ♪

Mrs. Walsh don't have a right good ear for music.

Oh. That's too bad.

Especially when her husband ain't home.

My name's Lon Grant.

Gil Favor.

I've got a herd over on the Sedalia, Missouri, Trail.

Well, you've strayed, Mr. Favor.

There's a prairie fire sweepin' up from the south.

What do you know about the river?

It's wide and wet.

I bathe in it to take the stink of buffalo off me.

I mean, uh, you know of a place

that'd be shallow enough

to make a cattle crossing?

I ain't a native, mister.

Came by this way three, four weeks ago...

on my way from here to here.

Heh. Was offered a job at the smokehouse, took it.

And to my everlasting amazement, I'm keepin' it.

I'll be lookin' for that crossing myself.

And that you'd better.

Unless you wanna wait for Jeremiah.

Huh?

Jeremiah. That's Mr. Walsh, who hunts buffalo,

sells their meat and hides...

and who ain't home.

Sound like he'd be home real quick.

And with friends.

Jeremiah ain't got any friends.

Besides, he wouldn't give you the time of day.

Why not?

Jeremiah don't like men younger than 50...

because he's afraid his wife...

just might...

Uh. I'll be lookin' for that crossin'.

Stay where you are.

All right, put your hands up.

Looks like that crossing will have to wait.

Next to him.

I do believe he's mistook us

for a band of raidin' Comanches.

Four men held up the Army paymaster at the fort.

They killed him and two guards.

Four men?

You must be seein' double.

There ain't more than two of us.

Three of you search the house.

If you think Mrs. Walsh is gonna invite them in...

you're way wrong.

I haven't heard anything from you.

Oh, I don't argue with the Army.

There is no argument.

That's right.

My gun in your hand says so.

Mister...

I'm huntin' killers.

And the way I do it is to shoot first...

And ask questions later.

You got the word.

Now, let's see if you got any friends inside.

Somethin' wrong?

Oh, them soldiers.

Yeah, they must be looki" for the people

who killed the paymaster.

In my house?

Those people were headin' this way.

You heard that as well as me.

What's that cowhand been doin' around my place?

Maybe he's one of the people.

Well, you got a lot of cattle

on the trail, mister...

accordin' to this logbook.

But, uh, somebody could steal a logbook, couldn't he?

It wouldn't take much doin', would it?

'Fraid not.

Now, uh, take this.

Lot of writin' in this book.

Oh, and... here's an entry,

dated about three months ago.

"Thirteen beeves down this day.

If we can't find water..."

All right, now you fill in, Mr. Trail Boss.

"If we can't find water," what?

Well, we're always short of water. Uh...

What's the date of the entry?

Says: "About July 2nd."

Thirteen beeves down this day.

If we can't find water...

If we can't find...

I can't remember a thing like that.

Well, neither could you

if you had beef droppin' off...

Wait a minute. Thirteen.

Thirteen. That was the unlucky day that...

That they, um...

If we can't find water...

uh, we'll dry-herd the cattle

until they drop or until we do.

It's... It's 14 miles to Sykes water hole.

Yeah that's it. You can read it in there.

Yeah.

That's in here all right.

No one but the man who wrote it could remember it.

We got 3,000 head.

There's a fire in back of the herd.

There ain't anybody else in the house, sergeant.

All right, thank you.

Ms. Walsh...

I'm sorry I troubled you.

Ain't anybody gonna apologize to me?

All right, men. Mount up.

Oh, hello, Mr. Walsh.

I, uh, just searched the house.

Had to because there were strangers around.

One of 'em's my hired hand.

Yes, so your wife told me.

The other's a cattle drover.

Heh-heh. Sure lost his trail, windin' up here.

Shut up.

You get in the house.

You get your gear together.

Why? I'm not leavin'.

Yes, you are.

There's your pay.

That your new hand?

Oh, what's it to you?

Yep. I'm goin' to work for Mr. Walsh here.

Matt Peeler's the name.

Guess I wasn't big enough for the job.

Or was it old enough, Mr. Walsh?

I told you to get your gear...

Stop frettin'. I'm leavin'.

The stink of buffalo ain't got such a grip on me.

You, go on along with him.

He'll show you where to bed down.

Sure will, Mr. Walsh.

Trail boss?

That's right.

The nearest one's the Sedalia.

And I got a herd on it.

But there's a prairie fire burnin' up from the south.

I was looking for a river big enough to stop it.

You found it.

What made you come callin'?

I gotta find a spot where I can

make a cattle crossin' on it.

Jeremiah?

I got a pot of coffee on the stove.

I thought maybe you...

You been invitin' people...

Oh, I didn't invite nobody in the house.

Did I, Mr. Favor?

No, ma'am.

But, uh, seein'

Mr. Walsh is home...

We'd be mighty pleased

if you'd come in and have a cup of coffee with us.

Thanks, but... I gotta be finding that crossin'.

Well, a few minutes won't make much difference,

will it, Jeremiah?

I can tell you exactly where it is.

I'd much appreciate that.

That'll save you more time you'd lose

by drinkin' a cup of coffee with us.

Well, uh... Please.

Less'n of course Mr. Favor's

already had a cup.

No. No, not since leaving camp.

Thanks, I-d... I'd be glad to.

They just finished

searchin' that smokehouse layout across the way.

And they didn't find us.

We stay out in the open much longer,

one of them Army gangs is gonna find us.

So we don't stay out in the open.

They was headin' East. We're cut off from the hut.

You know who's waitin' there.

Uh, they got nothin' on Rose.

She got plenty on her. All them lovely greenbacks.

And we can't get along without them.

Wes...

that prairie fire's burnin' good.

Fire to the south, Army to the east.

We can't stay out in the open.

Not till dark, anyway.

Barlow, you got the brain of a giant.

Leaves only one place for us, don't it?

What place is that?

One they know we ain't in.

That buffalo smokehouse.

Say, uh, mister, I hope you don't think I deliberate

did you out of the job.

Don't trouble your mind, Peeler.

I should have been on my way a long time ago.

That so?

Kind of a fella I am.

Rovin', restless, needin' affection.

This ain't the kind of a place for my kind of feller.

Uh-huh.

What do you got in that bag?

My gear.

Drop it.

I'm leavin'.

Now, don't try heavin' it at me. It wouldn't work.

Unfasten your gun belt.

And keep your hands on the buckle.

Say, I...

I ain't ever seen you before.

No. Most likely.

Then this ain't anything personal?

No, nothi" personal.

Say... you might be one of them

outlaws that robbed the fort.

That's right, grandpa. I might be.

Uh-huh. Killed two, three men?

What're you tryin' to prove? You know how to count?

No.

Real good coffee, Mrs. Walsh.

Oh. Jeremiah gets it at the Army store at the fort.

Can I get you another cup?

No, I... gotta be leavin' soon.

That crossings exactly half a mile below.

Thanks, Mr. Walsh.

I'll get it. I'll get it.

Hey, who do you think you are?

You can't break into my house like...

Put up those guns. You hear me?

I don't like nobody touchin' me.

Then pay me heed!

I only wanna get him some water.

Let her go, Miller.

He makes too much noise.

It's his house.

I don't want it. I want your gun though.

No.

Unbuckle your belt.

All right.

Now you tell me who everybody is.

My name's Favor. Drivin' a herd.

Who's Noisy here?

Walsh. A... buffalo hunter.

He owns this smokehouse.

And the girl?

Wife.

Well, she could have done better.

You said you're drivin' a herd.

You a trail boss?

Here's my trail log.

This don't mean anything.

Not a thing, whatever it says.

Where's that door lead to?

Bedroom.

You wouldn't be lyin', would you?

You would be.

This the lot of 'em?

Yep.

All right.

Let's everybody sit down someplace, huh?

I said sit down.

Harder to jump a man when you're sittin', ain't it?

Now let's all understand each other.

Them soldiers already been here.

They're not likely to come back.

That's your guess.

I like the odds.

Now, we can all sit around here till dark,

quiet and peaceable.

And nobody gets any ideas.

Because that wouldn't be smart.

We're nervous.

Just because you killed a couple or three men?

Who are you?

My name's Lon Grant.

As I was sayin'...

no trouble.

If nobody starts anything...

Coffee smells real good, ma'am.

I could use a cup of myself.

Hold it. Just let the lady do it.

Put 'em down.

I can get off a shot, same as you.

Want to try for it?

Some other time, trail boss.

Grant, get the guns.

Sure.

Big bad man didn't want a showdown, did he?

You ain't very smart.

The chances was even.

Oh, they always have to be in your favor?

They always are.

Exceptin' this time.

You know, mister, it's gonna be

a real pleasure watchin' you hang.

You sure you're gonna live that long?

You. Get up there with 'em.

Walsh, help Grant and Peeler tie 'em up.

You seen me defendin' my home and my wife

real good, didn't you?

There was nothi" you could do.

They did somethin'.

I wonder how many men this gun killed...

in the back.

I ain't been countin'.

Listen to me, trail boss, and learn somethin'.

I'm listenin'.

There's a '73 bearin' down on you right now.

Through the window.

Put the guns down, sonny.

Or be a hero.

No.

It's a good thing for him you stepped in, ma'am.

I'm no good.

I'm old...

Jeremiah, don't say that.

No, don't say that, Jeremiah.

Get the buffaloes every time, don't ya?

If you don't want him bleedin' to death in here,

you'd better bandage him up, ma'am.

All right, Crofts, c'mon in.

Where's Rose?

I don't know. I never got to the hut. Why?

Wes, there's soldiers all over,

especially between here and the hut.

They see you?

I got back, didn't I?

She don't know where we are, and we can't get to her.

How is he?

He's pretty bad.

I'm glad Crofts didn't kill you.

Sonny here's about used up his bravery ration for the day.

Or maybe the whole year.

So you're gonna have to run an errand for me.

What's the errand?

There's a hut a couple of miles downriver from here,

sits back maybe 50 yards from the bank.

There's a girl waitin' there for me.

Bring her here.

Oh. What's to make her believe me?

Your honest face. And this.

Her name's Rose Morton.

She's a lot prettier than that, but don't go gettin' any ideas.

You wouldn't stand a chance, with that bad hand and all.

And, uh, if I bring her back, what happens then?

Comes dark, we light out for the Mex border.

Buffalo hunter here goes back to chasin' buffalo

and worryin' about his wife.

Sonny hits the road, and grandpa there stops shakin'.

And you get back to your herd.

If you still got a herd, and it ain't all ashes by then.

All right.

Wes. Yeah?

Maybe the trail boss brings back a troop of soldiers.

I ain't runnin' south without Rose, trail boss.

Ridin' out of here, you might start thinkin'

I'm tryin' to pull a bluff.

You might think to yourself:

"He ain't gonna kill them people

when he knows he ain't got a chance."

Oh, I wouldn't think anything like that.

Well, I'm just gonna make sure you don't.

You don't need to prove anything.

Shut up.

Grandpa?

Yeah.

Oh, now, wait a minute, mister.

I'm an old man.

And... I never did try to jump you like

these other fellas did.

Oh, I know that, grandpa.

All I want's a little advice.

Advice? Oh.

Sure. Like, uh...

which one ought to get it?

Which one?

That's right.

You just point the one out to me.

Oh, see, that's a terrible responsibility.

I ain't gonna ask you twice.

Well, in that case...

I sure hate to do this, mister.

I hate to take pleasure away from anybody.

And he said it was gonna be a real pleasure

watchin' me hang.

Now you go, trail boss.

You got just one hour to get her back here.

And if you don't...

I might get held up. You might.

If you run into one of them cavalry patrols.

So don't.

A lot of these people's health's dependin' on that.

Barlow... go with him,

see he don't take more than his own horse.

Crofts, cover the window.

Let's drag grandpa out of here.

Where... Where do you want... Want me to put him?

Just so he's out of sight.

Smokehouse?

The smokehouse.

Miller, go with him.

I wouldn't want him gettin' scared,

bein' alone with a corpse.

You know, it's a funny thing

about a fella like sonny.

Real brave when he ain't got time to think

what could happen to him.

Lady...

your husband's twice as much man.

And that opinion I give you free.

There's nothing you can tell me about Jeremiah

I don't already know.

Well, that's fine.

Maybe your marriage will take on a whole new turn...

if it lasts past the next hour.

And it's gonna be a long one.

Where do you keep your liquor?

Rose Norton? Yeah.

I'm Gil Favor.

You're supposed to come along with me.

Oh? You're rushing things a bit, aren't you?

Wes Thomas is.

Who's he?

Outlaw. Killer.

Well, I don't recognize him

from the description, mister.

It's... accurate all right.

You could have found that someplace.

I could have found a cavalry patrol someplace too,

brought them along.

Why didn't Wes come for me?

Too many soldiers runnin' around.

Where's your gun?

Wes is keepin' it for me.

Uh, that's Wes all right.

You can tie your horse to the buggy.

Help me up.

You're trying hard to make me like you.

Any reason I should?

Most men think of lots of reasons.

That is their problem.

What happened to your hand?

One of Wes' friends shot me up.

He must have been drunk.

Hm.

Because he didn't put it through your throat.

Hyah!

Ms. Walsh.

Maybe it's a good thing you're a married woman.

I get a couple of drinks in me,

and I'm a very affectionate man.

Oh, he wouldn't help you any.

Crofts and Barlow would kill him, right?

Sure thing, Wes. With pleasure.

Only thing is, I got a...

I got a great respect

for the sanctity of the marriage vow.

Maybe that's why I never got married.

Besides...

who'd I ever meet worth marryin'?

I don't know.

Well, I'll tell you. The answer is nobody.

That girl you sent Mr. Favor for.

Rose?

She'd probably slap my face

if I even suggested such a thing.

Maybe you ain't so safe, after all.

Where's Miller and sonny?

They're in the smokehouse.

You gave him permission

to keep the fire goin'.

Fire in the smokehouse...

fire out on the prairie...

and fire in my blood.

Crofts...

take Walsh here on out to the smokehouse...

so he can make sure that his hired hand's

takin' good care of the meat.

Don't worry about her.

She'll be in good hands.

That's funny. That's a real joke.

That's about the best one I ever heard, Wes.

Ah-ah-ah.

Mustn't keep them buffaloes waitin'.

Barlow, you go on out and watch the road.

Are you a good woman?

I try to be.

Get up.

I said get up.

Yeah.

Yeah, you're a good woman, all right.

No blood in your veins, no fire in your heart.

None for you.

For that buffalo hunter?

Suppose I said, unless you was friendly with me,

I'd kill him right now?

Why do you have to kill somebody to prove you're not afraid?

I ain't afraid.

You're afraid.

Alone, day and night, or with your girl,

or with your men.

Scared man don't live very long.

No outlaw lives very long.

I done fine. And I'm gonna go right on livin'.

High on the hog, down in Mexico, with that Army money.

Until one of your friends or your girl kills you for it.

What's made you so almighty smart?

You have.

I'm glad to have contributed to your education.

You see, I love my husband.

I've been afraid to understand that.

I've been afraid to tell him.

Yeah. But he's out in the smokehouse under a gun.

You've got a gun...

and you're stronger than Jeremiah.

But no woman would ever look at you twice

with him in the room.

Because he doesn't need a gun to make sure he's a man.

There's a buckboard comin' to the house.

It can't be Rose. It's too quick.

Get to the window.

Don't open fire till I tell you.

Hold it.

I'm all right, Jeremiah.

Now listen, Mrs. Walsh.

You maybe got company comin'.

You ask 'em in real nice,

if you want live company.

Come on.

Whoa.

Oh. Good afternoon, Mrs. Walsh. Good afternoon.

Or, uh, perhaps, I should say good evening.

No, not quite. Not quite.

Oh, my goodness, I almost forgot.

I'm supposed to be a surprise.

I think you'd better... Come in?

Course.

Well, well,

we've quite a little gathering here, haven't we?

Uh...

I don't believe I've had the pleasure.

My last name, alas, is, uh, Smith.

But it's redeemed somewhat by my first name, Julian.

Uh... Julian Smith, you see.

What is he?

Photographer.

What's he doin' here?

I asked him, when I was over at the fort.

We was married a year ago today.

Well, at least it'll take up

some of the time.

Sonny... get his equipment.

I will allow no one to touch my camera.

Just exactly what's going on around here?

You're noisy.

I asked a question. And I said you're noisy.

Get his camera, sonny.

Look, you... Please... be very careful

with that, will you?

I'll be careful.

I found out the kind of fella I am.

I'm the careful type...

from now on.

Go with him, Miller.

Look, Mr. Walsh, I...

Look, I-I...

Well, if nobody's gonna tell me

what's going on around here...

Nobody is.

Oh, I've a good mind to go right back

to the fort without taking the picture.

Oh, you'll take the picture.

I guess nobody knows what's going to happen, do they?

Everybody here does.

Stop the wagon.

Got no time to stop now.

You'd better stop. Now.

Wes isn't a killer.

I said, Wes isn't a killer.

Paymaster, guards at the fort might not agree with you.

If they could still speak for themselves.

They didn't just let him walk out with the money.

They shot at him, didn't they?

Matt Peeler shoot at him too?

Who's he?

Little man, 60, 65. Unarmed.

He stood 10 feet from him.

Shot him down just to prove a point.

What point?

That he is a killer.

Where is this smokehouse?

About a mile ahead.

Just why are you taking me to him?

He's got a gun.

It's not pointing at you.

No, but he's pointing at some other people though.

If I don't get back in time...

they die.

I think you're lying.

Wes wouldn't do that.

Supposing he did?

You wouldn't be going back there.

Nobody would.

All you're saying is...

you wouldn't.

Hyah!

Ah.

Now, just a little bit together, please.

Da-da. Fine, fine. Thank you.

There you go.

Thank you.

Good. Good, good. I...

Mm-hm.

That, my dear, is lovely.

Lovely.

Yeah.

Now, hold it. Hold it.

Hold it.

Yeah.

All right.

Now, uh...

we want this to be a happy picture, don't we?

So, if you just smile.

Jeremiah... I love you.

Good, good, good, good, good.

There we are.

Ah.

Uh-huh.

All right.

Now, that's fine.

Now, this is going to be a photograph you'll remember.

And your children.

If there are any children.

Now... just hold it.

Hold it.

Just one...

All right. Now...

here we go.

Fine. Fine.

Where's sonny?

He was standin' right here.

Get him Crofts.

Miller, where's Barlow?

I don't know. He's supposed to be watchin' the road.

Well, go make sure.

What kind of a man are you?

You get your picture?

Then stop askin' questions and start hopin'.

What for?

Twenty minutes.

Just hope you can hope after twenty minutes.

I used to work in saloons, dancing and singing.

Wes took me out of that.

He loves me.

Well, that's why he's waiting for me now,

instead of making tracks for Mexico.

He waiting for you, or for that money you're bringing him?

He trusted me with the money in the first place, didn't he?

So it wouldn't be found on him, in case he was caught.

Oh.

I don't know why I waste time talking to you.

Or why you bother listening.

You're trying something.

Trying to get back to the smokehouse in time.

We got less than half hour.

So it was a trick.

Shut up. Stay shut.

Howdy, soldier. What's wrong?

Depends on who you are and where you're goin'.

My name's Favor.

The little lady here...

Ah. She, uh,

be my wife.

You were goin' along like you were in a hurry.

Well, I am, kind of.

What would you be wanting with us?

Outlaws killed three men at the fort.

Well, now, they take their wives along with them?

You ain't mentioned why you were in a hurry.

We, uh, goin' to the doctor.

Well, there's one at the fort.

I know, but, uh...

if you don't mind,

I kind of like pickin' out my own doctor.

Nothing wrong with that, except our... - Please.

The pains are pretty strong.

I'm sorry, ma'am. But I got orders

to hold everybody till the sergeant can question 'em.

Well, when will he be back?

He's riding patrol. He'll be along within the hour.

I don't think I can wait that long.

Listen, I... I'm a married man myself.

If he was an outlaw,

he wouldn't be cartin' his wife to a doctor.

You know how rough that sergeant can be.

You want to go up against him?

You wanna explain this to him?

Herb, you can't keep her here.

Lady in her condition?

Yeah, I guess you're right.

Just one thing though.

We don't tell the sergeant we let anyone through.

Understand? All right.

Go ahead, mister.

Only one thing.

Don't take it too fast.

Lady in her condition.

Oh, I won't. And thanks.

Come along, Corky.

Ah, they're staying put.

Put that away. You never needed it.

I wasn't sure.

We worked that pretty good.

You know, for a liar,

you certainly make a good, honest man.

Hyah!

Ain't nothin' in sight.

Miller and Crofts are keepin' a lookout.

Well, we're pullin' out.

Let's get it over with, so we can start movin'.

Yeah.

Wait! I don't want anything to happen to it.

It's a fine camera.

Sure it is.

Come on.

Wes.

Were you going to do something to these people?

The trail boss didn't get you here in time,

I made him a deal.

Those bodies in the shed...

They're no problem. They're dead. Where's the money?

In the buckboard.

Barlow, get it and put it in my saddlebags.

Tell Crofts and Miller to get the horses.

We'll need one for Rose. Use the trail boss'.

Right.

Wes, I'm not going with you.

Why not?

Shooting it out with men armed the way you are,

that's one thing.

But these people were standing here with empty hands.

And one of them a woman too.

What's the matter with you?

What's the matter with you?

What's that mean?

Oh, nothing.

Nothing to you, I guess.

Ah!

You got your money. Why don't you get movin'?

Don't overplay your hand, trail boss.

Man like you makes me feel bad.

You know why?

Why?

Because even without a gun, you think you're someone.

Without one, you know what I am.

Yeah, I know.

So you're gonna die, trail boss.

Want me to turn my back?

Make it easier for you.

Make it easier for you.

Wes, don't do it.

No.

No, I want to see your face.

That's all I want.

Just the memory of your face.

Good cover for 'em.

You'll never shoot 'em out of there.

Got anything in mind?

You keep 'em busy, Mr. Favor.

Right.

Oh, Mr. Favor.

You know, sir, those men were barbarians.

Why, they wouldn't have minded riddling my camera

with bullet holes.

Sure right.

Mr. Favor...

if you ever find yourself this way again,

we'd sure be pleased if you'd drop in

for another cup of coffee.

Wouldn't we, Jeremiah?

We sure would. Thanks.

Thanks to both of you.

Mr. Favor.

I wish you'd been a liar.

Fire's gaini" on us.

I found a river, but I found no place

shallow enough to make a crossin'.

Crossing's straight ahead, Pete.

'Bout a mile.

Turn 'em.

About time too.

Where you been, boss?

What happened to your hand there?

I'll tell you about it when we've got more time.

People.

You know...

there are times I...

do cattle better.

Let's get to 'em, Rowdy.

All right.

♪ 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' ♪

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