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Hyah!

♪ 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 ♪

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

♪ Cut 'em out Ride 'em in ♪

♪ Rawhide! ♪

Hyah!

Hyah!

♪ Rawhide! ♪

Hyah!

When you're pushing three thousand steers

north on the Sedalia trail,

you don't have time to worry about where you've been.

It's where you're going that counts,

what's over the next hill,

whether there's grazing ahead, and water.

It's my job to find out.

I'm Pete Nolan, trail scout for the Gil Favor drive.

Hyah!

How's it taste?

Well, it's wet.

It looks pretty good.

Why don't you ride back and tell Mr. Favor,

and I'll ride on ahead and...

We got company.

Hello friend.

He's dead.

Yeah.

Got a bullet hole in his back.

What held him on, I wonder?

Luck, mostly.

He got this thing hooked over the horn some way here.

See if you can get his other arm loose.

It ain't heavy.

Figured the way he's holding onto it, it must be gold,

Must be valuable.

Charcoal.

Couple silver dollars in there.

"Linseed, oil."

Huh.

What's that?

A painting.

Yeah, it's pretty good.

That one hurts just to look at.

Yeah.

Lampton. Lampton.

I saw that on the map.

It's about 50 miles north of here.

Rest of them are all blank.

That's all.

That's all.

You mean, he got himself shot just for that?

Hey, take a look, Pete.

The old bird's waiting for something to die.

I wonder if it's our owner of the knapsack?

It might be.

He's still alive.

I'll go get some water.

"C.F. Roper."

Here you go, now.

Want some more?

I got him?

Yeah, you got him.

That knapsack on there, was that... Was that yours?

Say, I didn't see your horse, mister.

No horse.

Had a burro.

Well, we'll bury this fella

and then we'll let him use his horse.

Did you know who he was?

Played poker with me last night.

Followed me.

Well that's it, he was after your poker winnings, huh?

I lost.

That got it.

There. How do you feel now?

Like I just been shot in the shoulder, mister.

How do you think I feel?

Back down, boy.

Well, I can't stay here forever,

Well, you're gonna stay here for a couple days,

so make up your mind to it.

What direction are you headed in?

North, to Sedalia, Missouri.

I guess north is as good a direction as any,

Where you from?

Every place. No place.

Abilene, Deadwood, Dodge.

Last place I hit was Lampton.

Did a lot of work in Lampton.

Burned most of it.

Burned?

What kind of work you do, mister?

Name's Fredericks.

Work is painting.

Barns or pictures?

Some of both.

Barns for money,

paintings for...

Well, I guess I've painted most... Most of my life.

Can't quit now.

This fella that robbed you, what was he after?

No idea.

Nothing of any value in that pack.

Almost everything I owned

was on that burro.

Blankets, food,

even my paints.

Baltimore.

What?

I been trying to figure what kind of accent you had.

It's Maryland.

Couldn't be.

Never been that far east.

Now, look mister,

if there's one thing I do know, it's accents.

I got a ear like a tuning fork.

So when I say Maryland, I mean Maryland.

Mr. Favor, sir.

Some men just rode in.

Want to talk to the boss.

All right.

Wishbone, fix him some food if he's hungry.

Well, what's he ashamed of being from Baltimore for?

Baltimore ain't such a bad place.

Better try and get some sleep after you eat.

We can talk later.

Did you find out any more about him, boss?

Just his name is Fredericks.

And he comes from Baltimore.

Yeah, that makes sense.

Well, I found some letters in his pocket.

They were postmarked Baltimore.

But the name wasn't Fredericks,

It was C.F. Roper.

Yeah, this whole robbery didn't make any sense to me.

Same with me.

I told you that other fella was shot in the back.

Well, now, uh, what do you think we should do?

Tie him on a horse and head him in the opposite direction?

Wanted to talk to me?

Are you the head man?

Gil Favor.

Ernie Holzman, Mr. Favor.

Me and my friends, spotted your herd and we got to wondering

how you all was fixed for drovers?

For a change, full up.

I reckon we'd work cheap.

Things been pretty slow lately.

I might stretch grub and pay for one of you.

It's the best I could do.

We go together, Mr. Favor. It's all or none.

None.

Mr. Favor, hold on a minute.

Uh, Chaffee was just joshing.

What's the matter with you, boy?

Stranger don't know whether you're pulling their leg,

Room for one, huh?

Well, I reckon that's me.

Dollar a day and grub.

Make sure you got a full canteen.

You'll be riding drag.

Yes, sir, Mr. Favor.

Seemed like a real nice fella.

Are you clear out of your mind?

Oh, I ain't goin' be alone for long.

Did you hear that Georgia drawl on that old boy

that talked to us when we first come in?

I reckon he's gonna be real easy to make friends with.

Him? He don't know nothin'.

What are you gonna do if you need help?

I leave this here bandanna.

And if y'all see that, you come quick, you hear?

You should have done the job when you come on him before.

With them odds against me?

You think these are better?

Well, I reckon we all make mistakes, Chaffee boy.

Stupid...

Hey, Mushy,

you want to learn how it's done?

Watch me.

Or me.

Now, don't tense up.

You want the man

you're up against to see how scared you are?

Hey, you two. Leave Mushy alone.

Well, if you expect to make a gunfighter out of him, mister,

you're wasting your time.

Well, Mr. Fredericks, he's not teaching me anything,

He's drawing my picture.

Your picture as a gunfighter?

If you're gonna make Mushy look like a gunfighter,

you're not only an artist, you're a magician.

You two go away.

We just want to take a little look at your picture there.

I said, go away.

You put up your gun, we don't wanna see your picture.

The next time you stop a bullet, don't come to me.

You can just paint it out of ya.

Mushy.

Yes, Mr. Fredericks.

Yes, sir. He can just try painting that bandage on too.

What's the matter, Wish?

Fredericks still giving you trouble?

Trouble?

That is the cussedest man I ever run into.

Tight-mouthed, ornery.

And you know what he calls those miserable,

knot-headed Texas cows?

Hm? Beautiful.

Beautiful!

And that ain't the worst of it.

He's got Mushy over there posin' for him.

Like a gunslinger.

Makes you want to gag.

I think I hurt my hand.

Y'all got something I could bind her up with?

Over at the supply wagon.

See Billy the Kid.

Thank you.

Mushy, will you stop fidgeting?

Oh, sorry, Mr. Fredericks.

Mushy, the cook said you might have something

I could bandage my hand with back here.

Sure, Mr. Holzman. You cut it?

I just scraped her a little.

Howdy.

Say, that's, uh,

pretty good.

The scout says y'all done

a real good picture of Lampton too.

That's quite a town.

I lived there for about ten years.

Yes, sir, I wouldn't mind having a picture of that old place

my own self.

Say, could I see her?

I reckon it's about as close to home as I'm ever going to get.

Packed away.

Well, couldn't you unpack it, Mr. Fredericks?

Who knows? Maybe I'll buy her off you.

It's not for sale.

Ah, come on, Mr. Fredericks. Don't be that way.

Come on, go get her for me, huh?

I said it's not for sale.

He still don't feel too good.

I reckon y'all seen that picture of my hometown

plenty of times, huh?

Well, no.

He keeps all his things rolled up here in the knapsack.

That one?

Yeah.

And he don't like nobody to touch any of his things.

All right, boy.

Mr. Holzman, your bandage.

He said, he says, "Matt,

I don't want no more trouble from you."

That's what the captain says to the prisoner.

You know what the prisoner says to the captain?

He says, "Captain..." He says "Captain..." He says,

"You all... You all gotta take me back now." He says,

"Ain't nothing gonna keep them Georgia gals away from me now

but prison bars!"

Well, that's all the jokes I got tonight, cowboys.

Goodnight, Georgie Tucker.

Well, I'll see you later, boys.

That fella's got more jokes than a travelin' actor.

He sure ain't backward.

He's been here three days

and he's friends with every man in the outfit.

I wouldn't say every man.

Y'all mind if I bunk here?

Ground's free.

What do you make of Mr. Fredericks?

You ask me, he's running away from something.

He wouldn't be the first that tried it.

Did he say anything to you about when he's gonna move out?

Soon as he's able.

He ain't exactly a big hit around here,

except maybe with Mushy.

See you in the mornin'.

Yeah, night, boys.

Holzman!

You all right, Fredericks?

Yeah.

You dirty, murdering jasper!

He ain't dead yet.

Come on, bring him over to my wagon.

Mushy, get my bag!

Mr. Favor, he went for my throat.

Did he?

Another minute and he'd have killed me.

Right here, with all of us sleeping

not more than ten feet away?

He was gonna do it.

Why?

I don't know.

Crazy, maybe.

Look, Fredericks, a man can get attacked once for no reason.

It could be an accident, or just bad luck.

Not twice.

What are you gonna do, if he dies?

Nothing.

You were defending yourself.

I'd have to swear that's how it looked.

You never did like having me here, did you, Mr. Favor?

I never said that.

I'm not an easy man to get along with. I know that.

Maybe it's my fault.

You get close to people, you start caring about them.

I'm well enough to ride now. I'll leave tomorrow.

You'd be smart if you thought twice about that.

Why?

Holzman didn't ride in here alone.

If he had reason to kill you, maybe his friends did too.

But, why?

Beats me.

We'd better try and find out.

Mr. Favor.

He'd have killed me if you hadn't yelled out.

Forget it.

I'm not pleased with very much in my life,

except some of my drawings.

They're not for sale, but,

I'd like to give you one, if you'll take it.

N-no need for that.

Make it easier for me.

I don't know much about paintings.

You just take your pick.

Well, there. There that'd be fine.

He's dead, boss.

Nothin' I could do.

Got him right near the heart.

Mushy, put that in the wagon.

Yes, sir.

I found this on him.

"Thursday the l4th, dawn."

Make any sense to you?

Nope.

He lived in Lampton, Mr. Favor.

It's not too far off the trail.

He had a feeling somethin' might happen.

He told me to take him back if he died.

I'll do it. He's my responsibility.

He asked me.

We're pushing a herd. You'll be needed here.

He was my friend, Mr. Favor.

Turned out we're both from Georgia.

Same county, even.

Most of the men don't think Holzman started the trouble.

They could be wrong.

They want to know when you aim to put Fredericks off the drive.

He'll stay as long as he has to.

He's voodoo.

He draws trouble like steers draw flies.

I'd like to go into Lampton with you.

What for?

Send a telegram to Baltimore.

Find out who C.F. Roper really is.

Suit yourself.

All right, go ahead.

Hold it, hold it.

Name?

Gil Favor.

Rowdy Yates.

Where you from?

San Antone.

We're driving a herd north to Sedalia.

One of my men got himself killed.

He was from here in Lampton.

Take a look at him, Harry.

Recognize him?

Can't say I do.

But he's probably tellin' the truth about being drovers.

Couple of the boys said they saw a herd coming north.

Accident?

Man killed him in self-defense.

Witnesses?

Myself and most the crew.

Where do you aim to take him?

Funeral parlor, I guess.

Todd!

Take these men into the undertaker.

Give me your guns.

You can pick them up when you leave.

What's this all about, marshal?

We're hangin' a man.

And we got word that some of his friends

might try to come after him.

Must be a pretty important man, huh?

To some.

Name's Sinclair.

Sinclair?

You wouldn't be talking about the famous Major Sinclair?

Yeah, I would.

You know him?

No, I know of him.

Even in a Yankee prison I've heard of Fightin' Tom Sinclair.

The best cavalryman the South ever had.

Marshal, what did he do?

Forgot the war was over, turned outlaw.

Admits to more than a dozen murders.

When is to be the hanging?

Tomorrow.

Thursday, the l4th, at dawn.

Go ahead, Todd.

I always heard what a great man Major Sinclair was.

They can't hang him.

Sergeant, what's the Army got to do with this business?

Well, not a thing, Mr. Favor.

Sinclair was tried in the territory court as a civilian.

Only reason we're here is 'cause Marshal Coogan

asked for help in keeping the peace.

But I didn't even think the major lived in these parts.

He don't. He was tried over in Oakfield.

But they had so much trouble, they transferred him to Lampton.

I can see how there'd be trouble,

Did you know him?

Served under him.

You suppose there'd be any chance of seeing him?

Well, you're supposed to go

straight to the undertakers, and back again.

Still, don't see much harm in it.

I'll take you over the alley.

Thanks.

Rowdy, take care of him.

Second window.

Thanks.

Major Sinclair?

Who is it?

Favor, Gil Favor.

Lieutenant Favor.

It's been a few years.

What are you doing in these parts?

I'm trail boss and I got a herd a few miles south of town.

How'd all this happen, anyway?

Fortunes of war, I made the mistake of gettin' caught.

I stayed behind during a raid to kiss a lady's hand.

Sometimes gallantry can be expensive, huh?

A raid?

When my men and I find injustices,

we try to correct them.

Now, some people call us guerillas.

That's an ugly word.

You see, we're just trying to get back a little

of what the North took away from us.

The war is over, major.

Maybe I'm a just a man who can't break a habit.

I'm afraid I intend to go on with my raids for quite a while.

Well, these bars are just temporary Mr. Favor.

My men will be calling long before dawn.

The authorities thought they could prevent that little visit

by transferring me to another town

where my boys weren't so familiar.

But they'll be here.

You know, it's a lucky thing you came along.

One thing we didn't expect was an army detail.

Most of the men on your crew are from the South, I take it?

Some are.

Why?

I'm surprised you haven't figured it out yet,

haven't offered assistance.

My men hired on as trail drovers.

Not jail-breakers.

Suppose you let your men decide.

Suppose they don't feel they want to see Tom Sinclair

strung up like a horse thief.

The fighting was supposed to stop at Appomattox.

I can't let them in for anymore bloodshed.

Mr. Favor, I didn't think you were the kind of man

who sheds his loyalty along with his uniform.

Never mind, my men will free me without your help.

They're not the kind who run

when the odds are stacked against them.

Go on back to your cows, Mr. Favor.

I took him to the undertakers,

and then I went by the telegraph office.

But you can't send a wire out of here

'till after this hanging. Uh-huh.

About Holzman, boss,

undertaker says he never laid eyes on him.

Said he couldn't have ever lived here.

One of Sinclair's men.

None of the others ever been in Lampton neither.

Wonder how they expect to bust him out of jail

in a strange town.

Come on.

Rowdy,

Take a look back. Tell me what you see.

The painting.

They'll still be after it.

And Mushy's got it.

I think I spotted those same riders again.

Up there, under that tree.

And I thought I saw Clements talking to them.

What do you think? Rustlers?

Maybe.

Get Scarlet over here.

You bet.

Mr. Clements.

Mr. Clements!

You all right, boy?

Mr. Clements stole somethin'.

Stole what?

Mr. Favor's painting.

That better?

Yeah, it's better.

Anything I can do?

Yes, there's something you can do, Mr. Fredericks.

You can take your pack and get out of here.

Now, go on.

Get that Jonah's face of yours, out of my sight.

Clements get away?

They all got away.

Mushy all right?

Oh, yeah he's fine, fine.

That ain't true, Mr. Favor.

He's hurt. He's hurt bad.

Big, clumsy, gangling, useless...

Clements did it? Yeah.

Holzman must've talked Clements into joining up with him.

Yeah, that's why he wanted to go into Lampton, to scout it.

Yeah. I suppose he stole the Lampton painting too.

How'd you know?

That's what they've been after all the time.

Ever since one of them saw it one night

when he was playing poker with you, Fredericks.

But what did they want it for?

They're Major Tom Sinclair's men.

Guerillas.

That the Tom Sinclair we know?

They're hangin' him tomorrow.

Boys have to have a plan of the town

if they're gonna set him free.

Hangin' him for what?

Uh, some trumped-up murder charge.

He was tried legally in a court of law.

Yeah, well, two will get you ten, it was a Yankee jury too.

Sometimes legal depends on which side you're on, Mr. Favor.

Personally, I'd hate to see a man like the major hanged.

He won't be if his boys show up.

Yeah, well, they'd better show up.

Just take it easy, all of you.

Well, I don't give a hang or a hoot or a holler

whether they show up or not.

All I know is that my cook's louse

got his side tore up on account of that Mr. Fredericks.

It never would've happened

if he hadn't joined up with this drive.

Hard man to figure.

I'd sure like to know what he's covering up.

Oh, you would, would you?

Yes, I would.

Where'd you get the letters?

He dropped 'em.

"Dear Charlie, I enclose a picture of Susan,

"taken last week on her birthday.

"She's a very bright little girl

"and becoming very pretty.

"She's asking why her daddy

"never comes to see her.

"We tell her, he's on a long trip.

"She wants you, Charlie. She needs you.

"But of course, you know best.

I still take flowers to Tallie's grave..."

Well, don't stop now. Read the rest.

I'm sorry, Mr. Fredericks.

Why?

Because my wife died?

What does it mean to you?

We thought you might be hidin' from something.

Maybe I was.

Fredericks...

No, I-I couldn't let these men down now.

So you listen,

you all listen carefully.

I was a portrait painter back east.

A good one, I made good money.

And I married the prettiest girl you ever saw.

She never wanted any children.

I did.

And it killed her.

Everything stopped for me, the whole world stopped.

I couldn't paint.

I couldn't even breathe.

So I told my sister to take care of the little girl,

and I came out here.

I swore to myself nothing like that

would ever happen to me again.

There'd never again be anybody to lose.

So I'm sorry gentlemen, I...

I couldn't confess to a murder.

That's all I can do.

And I thank you Mr. Favor, for all you've done.

I'll leave now.

Which way you headed?

I don't know. South.

If you're not going any place particular,

could you drop by Lampton?

Why?

Tell the marshal about the painting. Let him know

there's gonna be an attack so he can get prepared for it.

What happens in Lampton is none of my business.

My way is south.

I'll be going into Lampton.

Lampton? What for?

To make sure the marshal hangs the major?

No, to try and stop the killing

when they try to break him loose.

And more killing after that, in case they do get him free.

But you served... The major's a friend of yours.

Look, with Fredericks' painting,

they got a clean layout of that town.

They got a good chance to slaughter,

kill a lot of innocent people.

Now, do you think somebody ought to let them know about it?

Well, I ain't going with you.

Nobody asked you to!

Now, you get the herd movin'. I'll catch up.

Somebody ought to go with him.

Thought you said the Army was blocking off the road.

They were.

No town should be this empty.

You think they been here already?

Not in daylight.

All right, hold it.

Well, mister, did you come back for the funeral?

Got some news for you, Coogan.

That's just dandy.

Now, drop your guns and get down.

Any more of 'em, Harry?

No more.

The sergeant tells me you're a friend of Sinclair's.

What are you supposed to be, the advance scout?

Where's the Army?

What do you care?

You got bad trouble coming.

Not as much as you think, mister.

You weren't so hard to spot.

Harry picked you up over a mile away.

Yeah, but there's no moon tonight.

What's Harry gonna do when it gets dark?

Well, if you fanatics are crazy enough

to try to fight me in my own backyard at night,

I pity you.

There's only one trouble,

it's gonna be like their own backyard too.

They've got a plan of the town.

Yeah, they ain't gonna need daylight.

They're gonna know this street like they were born here.

Every building, hiding place, alley. You're lying.

We know there's at least five of 'em.

Now, where's the Army?

They were called back to the fort.

Why?

Indian trouble.

It was a question of guarding Sinclair, or fighting Indians.

The rest of town decided it wasn't their problem.

Most of them left for the night.

The ones that are left

are hiding out around here like rats.

You're gonna need help.

Inside, come on.

Inside.

Well, Mr. Favor.

Hello, major.

I appreciate you coming back,

but you didn't have to trouble yourself.

My men won't need any help, especially since

your blue-bellied friends took their departure.

I didn't come back to help your men.

No?

They claim they wanna help me, Sinclair. How do you like that?

And you don't trust 'em?

Would you in my place?

I'm afraid I have the advantage of you, marshal.

I knew this man well once.

Yeah, I'd trust him.

Do you know why I considered you such a good soldier?

No, sir.

Because once you decided on the right,

you clung to it like grim death.

I admire that.

I'm only sorry that your idea of right and mine

no longer coincide.

So am I.

I'll try to keep my men from killing you when they attack.

What are you doing here, sergeant?

The hanging over with?

Nope. We got called away.

Called aw...?

Who's guarding Major Sinclair?

Just the marshal.

What?

Where's your friend?

He's with the marshal.

Marshal!

Yeah?

Single rider coming down the road.

Hey, wait a minute, here comes another one.

What are you doing here?

I thought you were determined to head south.

The range is still open, isn't it?

A man can still ride where he pleases.

If you came here to warn the marshal, you can forget it.

It's already been done.

I didn't come to warn anybody.

I just found myself in the area,

I thought I'd stop by for a drink.

Unless you object.

What are you two doing in there?

What are you two doing out there?

You two keep that up you've got the beginning

of a pretty good minstrel show.

Straight back.

Come on.

Major Sinclair.

Well, it's a real honor to meet you, sir.

Even in here.

Uh, my name's Rowdy Yates.

And did you come to help hang me too, Mr. Yates?

Yeah, well, I-I guess you might say I did, sir.

Well, as a poet says,

with friends like these, who needs enemies?

Welcome back, boy.

Back?

To the fold.

Good to see you too, again, Fredericks.

Or is it Roper?

It's Fredericks. And don't misunderstand.

He come by for a drink.

All right, maybe I did intend telling about the painting.

After all, it's my work.

I felt obligated to.

But that's as far as it goes.

I meant to speak my piece, and be on my way.

The sun will be down soon.

I-I figured maybe I'd better

set up a post on the edge of town

before it gets too dark to see.

Coogan, get some sense, let us out of here.

You ain't got much time left.

He's got a point, marshal.

What's there to kidding ourselves?

We sure can't do it alone.

We can try.

Rowdy?

Yeah?

How far away is the herd?

It's about six miles, due south.

Coogan, I got 20 men with that herd.

I can get ten if you'd let me send a note with your deputy.

Now, why waste ten more lives, Mr. Favor?

Use your head. They're drovers.

How could they be Sinclair's men?

Only six miles, marshal.

I can make it there and back while it's still light.

It's the only way.

There's another way.

Set Sinclair loose.

Sir, I second that motion heartily.

"Jim, send ten men to Lampton quick. Favor."

How'd you come to bring this to us?

I told you.

I-I didn't wanna get killed.

The minute the soldiers left, I-I knew that was the end of us.

I watched the smoke from your campfire all afternoon,

wondering whether I should come over or not.

And what finally decided you, deputy?

When I seen the marshal wasn't gonna give in.

You could've picked up them ten men to help you.

They're cattle drovers.

What do they know about fighting?

Well, you could've taken off in the other direction.

And just kept goin'.

Well, maybe I'm a Sinclair man myself.

I figured it might be worth a few dollars to ya

to know how the town's laid out.

We already know that.

That is, if this thing is accurate.

Is it?

It's perfect.

That's me on the jail roof, raising the flag.

How'd you get up there, boy?

There's a trapdoor, it opens up from the marshal's office.

That just about makes it perfect.

None of the townspeople will bother you,

but the marshal's got four cowherds,

if he can trust 'em.

Where they spotted?

Right now, they're locked up.

Oh, man, this is gonna be too easy.

I, uh...

I figured that information might be worth something.

Well, sure, boy.

You're selling this information to us, you could just as easily

sell it to somebody else, now couldn't you?

But we owe it to you.

Clements, I-I want you to give him what it's worth.

Yes, sir.

Something's wrong. He should have been back by now.

Coogan, at least give us a chance to defend ourselves.

Shut up.

Mister, if you're lying to me and there is a hereafter,

I hope you burn a thousand years.

Thanks, Coogan.

Frederick, get in back, keep your head down.

Why?

Well, this isn't any of your business.

Nor yours.

Mr. Favor, I've thought a lot about why you're here,

and about why I'm here.

That suggestion I made about Sinclair being set loose,

I knew it was wrong the minute I said it.

Odd, but I think I know now

where I'm going after this is over.

Where's that?

Back to Baltimore.

I'm glad to hear that, Fredericks.

The name is Roper.

I'll go up.

Pete, come on!

Hold it!

Major?

Take him, boys.

He's no murderer. He won't pull that trigger.

Marshal?

Yeah?

What's your orders concerning the major?

That he's to be executed at or before dawn

of the 14th by a duly authorized law officer.

All right, then make me a deputy.

Done.

See major, you were right about the difference

between murder and execution.

It's all just a matter of words.

Now, tell your men to drop their guns.

Why should I? What difference does it make

whether I'm hung or shot?

It doesn't.

Make us a deal, mister.

No deal.

What do we got to gain?

Not a thing. Except time.

While that man's alive, there's still a grain of hope,

for a new trial or a pardon,

There's nothing if he's dead.

All right, boys.

Pete? Yeah.

You all right?

Yeah, I'm all right.

You all right?

Yeah.

Congratulations.

I'm sorry, major.

I know you are.

Tell me something, Mr. Favor, you were my friend.

Would you have pulled that trigger?

Would you in my place?

Head 'em up!

Move 'em out!

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♪ Rawhide! ♪

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♪ Hell bent for leather ♪

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♪ Oh, the things I'm missin' ♪

♪ Good vittles Love and kissin' ♪

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