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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!

It takes three things to make a trail drive:

cattle, horses and men.

Now, some say two, because a man without a horse

is no man at all.

There are mornings when I think a horse

without a man would be better.

I should know men by now.

But I keep learning.

I'm Gil Favor, trail boss.

Wishbone, you got any wax for this string?

Yeah, you figuring to ride into town

to visit my brother while I look for it?

You can't have a twin brother.

You just pulling a scam.

Why don't you tell the truth, Wishbone?

You're just looking for an afternoon in town.

Now don't you irritate me, Rowdy Yates.

It's hard enough for me to leave the herd,

what with Mushy all tied up in bandages and slings.

And me not sure

you'll get your supper.

Pete, do you believe Wishbone has a brother?

It's kind of stretching it to think the good Lord

would make another one like him after making his first mistake.

You got a brother, why can't he come here

and visit you so we can all meet him?

My brother wrote me to meet him in Slide Hill.

Now, I don't question it.

Important man like him can't always figure time enough

to go visiting.

Well, what's so important about him?

T.J. Wishbone?

Well, now, that's an important name.

Politics, business, law, medicine.

You name it and he's important in it.

Is he, uh, human?

There's not a living thing, man or beast,

that he's afraid of.

Why, he can outshoot, outride,

outguess any man I ever seen.

That includes me, even if I do say so.

But, uh...

can he cook as good as you can?

Well, now, there was a time...

Let those saddles!

Well, he almost made it.

He did have a brother.

Poor Wishbone.

Rowdy, you, uh, get to Wishbone.

Head him off until I can break him the news.

All right.

Funny thing: I can't even see where he's been hit.

You better go on, bury me anyway.

What'd you say?

I said, bury me anyway.

Bury you?

If you don't, they will.

Oh.

Quince, get some shovels.

You all right?

I'm fine.

But them Indians ain't gonna leave

till they're sure I'm dead and buried.

All right.

We'll, uh, put him over under there, under those trees.

T.J.!

Wishbone!

That's my brother, Mr. Favor!

That's my twin brother I haven't seen in six years!

Who killed him, Mr. Favor!? Show him.

Listen to me, will you, Wishbone!?

Who killed my brother, Mr. Favor?

Show him to me!

I ain't dead, they're just burying me.

Is that really him speaking, Mr. Favor? That's right.

Now, turn your back afore the Indians see you.

Wishbone, duck your face and come around here

so the Indians can't see you.

Would you say a few words, Wish?

Who, me?

Oh, what can I say?

He's always a good brother, a good man.

Never did a willful wrong,

lived his life upright and decent.

I don't know what to say.

Why don't you just say that?

You'd better keep talking, he's still up there.

I don't what to say.

Tell 'em how good-looking I am.

Well, we was always good-looking.

Both of us.

Tell 'em about my character.

Like I was saying, Lord,

he was a good man.

Everybody liked him.

And he could ride a horse like nothing you ever saw.

He was always good to women

and children and widows and...

Especially widows.

And fast on the draw.

Oh, Lord, how he could draw.

But only in the cause of righteousness.

Are they still there, Mr. Favor?

Yeah.

You better start shoveling. They'll never leave.

All right. Spade him in.

And, uh, bless this drive, O Lord.

You don't have to do it like you mean it!

Are they gone, Mr. Favor?

Oh, all clear.

Well, now that we've buried you, little brother,

maybe you could tell us what this is all about.

Well, I... I was visiting those Indians

and plying my trade. Heh.

Plying your trade?

A lawyer's no tradesman.

Statesmen don't have a trade.

You got a trade?

I'm a tinker.

A tinker?

Sure.

Didn't you hear my horse

a-clanging when I rode in?

I'm a tinker.

Important in politics, business and law.

Well, if he's a tinker,

you can be sure he's the best tinker

you'll ever run into.

That seem to be an unlikely trade

to be plying among the Indians.

Oh, well, a lot of Indians nowadays have iron pots

and pans.

Sometimes I'll fix a gun,

an old wolfer's trap.

It makes a nice change.

You know, a lot of Indians nowadays are real friendly

and hospitable.

Yeah, it was mighty well hospitable

the way they was chasing you.

Well, you see, little brother,

the chief's sister wanted me to marry her.

And prettier than Pocahontas too, I'll bet.

Oh, you lose, little brother.

Why, she was older than that hill

and not a tooth in her head.

Well, I'll still bet, knowing how modest you are.

I wrapped all your stuff in burlap

so as not to signal them Indians.

And... you'll be needing this.

Why, thank you kindly, little brother.

Seems like we ain't hardly had time to visit at all,

little brother.

You still ain't told me

what you been doing all these years.

Oh, this and that, one thing or another.

You know how it goes.

Hey, T.J., we'd be glad to have you go along with us for a bit.

Why, that's right nice of you, Mr. Favor,

but like I was saying to little brother,

I'm kind of pressed for time.

There's a... There's a widow lady up near Slide Hill.

She looks for me about this time of year

to get her pots in shape for a big party

she always gives on her birthday.

I can't rightly disappoint her.

Well, a day or two wouldn't put her off that long.

Oh, she's a colonel's widow, Mr. Favor.

You can't keep a colonel's widow waiting.

He's just been waiting for it to get dark,

in case any of them Indians are around.

When am I gonna see you again?

Oh, you'll know when I'm in the neighborhood again.

Too bad he couldn't stay around.

It was nice meeting him, Wishbone,

but there's something I don't understand.

If he's as good as you say he is,

why is he a tinker?

Because he wants to be a tinker.

Uh, I wasn't properly introduced to him, Wish.

Uh, what'd you say his name was?

People call him "T.J."

T.J.

Well, wha...? What do you call him?

I call him "little brother."

Same as he calls me.

He eats nothing, Chie, my son.

So much the better.

We bring good news, Chie.

You have not brought the mender of pots?

He is dead.

You kill him?

Even as he stumbled into the camp of trail drivers.

You speak like a fool, Hansho.

How do you know he was dead?

Did you go into the camp of the trail drivers?

If Hansho speaks like a fool, it is perhaps

because the great Chie takes him for a fool.

We watched the camp of the white men

until they dug a grave and buried the mender of pots.

Kaiwie.

You saw this too?

Yes, I saw, my brother.

Did he speak to these men before he died?

He could not.

He fell from his horse as I shot him.

And when these men turned his body over,

their leader sent at once for men to dig a grave.

These men, which way do they go with their cattle?

To the north.

They follow the trail they call Sedalia.

It would be well to watch,

so long as they remain in the valley.

Kaiwie.

Yes, my brother.

Kaiwie, watch them.

Should they change their course,

ride to their leader and tell him

Chie will not allow him on the west slope

of Mount Hannah.

Tell him it is a sacred time

for the tribes of the west slope.

We want no small skirmishes.

When the trouble comes, it must be great trouble.

Go, Kaiwie.

Yes, brother.

Does the morning sun find you well?

You mock me, Chie.

Mock the great Wankawa?

No.

I am concerned because you refuse food.

Play no more of these games with me, Chie.

I grow weary of your childishness.

You think the mender of pots will come and rescue you?

He is dead, Wankawa.

Hansho and ten others saw him placed in his grave.

It does not matter what words he spoke with you

when he found the way to your tepee.

For he talked to no one before he was killed.

It saddens me that others died because of me.

Why don't you kill me and finish it?

Kill you?

Kill Wankawa?

You think I wish to destroy myself?

You will kill me, Chie.

One way or another.

Those who cry for treaty and peace cannot blame me

if you starve to death.

Come back!

Mr. Wishbone, come back!

Come back!

Whoa.

Looks like you got company again, Wishbone.

Your brother's back.

Little brother!

Somebody chasing you again, little brother?

It's that widow woman.

Let me get in the wagon till she's gone.

Well, she's bound to know you're here.

Now... Now, you know you can't hide from a woman.

You might as well stay and face up to it.

Mr. Wishbone.

Yes, ma'am.

Don't tell me there are two of you.

Which one of you calls himself a tinker?

It's me, ma'am.

Do you call that an honest morning's work?

Don't look like it's been mended.

And this.

And this.

Well, I'm sure my brother can explain, ma'am.

I paid him $3 to fix them.

And when I got back, he was gone

and every one of them leaking just as bad as before.

Oh, I-I'm sorry, ma'am,

but I thought I mended them real good.

What kind of a tinker are you, anyway?

I'd be real happy to return your money, ma'am.

You said $3.

Uh, and one more for the strain on your horse.

Well, all right.

I want to apologize for my brother,

ma'am.

I don't know what made him treat you like that.

But I mean to find out.

Especially, such a fine figure of a woman as you are.

It's too bad you weren't the one to take up tinkering.

You lead an interesting life, little brother.

I'll pay you back the $3 as soon as I get strength enough

to open my ware bag.

Well, I hope you find the strength

to explain a few other things.

Seeing as how you're not a tinker,

just what are you, little brother?

Now now, little brother.

You never saw such a tuckered out man as I am.

Well, all right, get in the wagon

and I'll call you for supper.

Thanks, little brother.

There's a spring on the other side of the valley, Wishbone.

Mr. Favor says, taste this.

See if you have to refill your water barrel.

Iron.

Tell him we're not hard-pressed enough to worry about it.

Do you always have Indians in your crew?

Indian? He's not an Indian.

He's a drover.

An Indian's an Indian.

Well, way Mr. Favor sees it, a drover's a drover.

Besides, we not only got one Indian,

we got two.

Blue Deer and Fleet Foot. Hard to find two better men.

Get over there.

T.J.

Fixing to ride on, or you want me tie

your horse to the chuck wagon?

He's staying till he gets a little sleep

and a few meals under him.

♪ Buffalo gal ♪

♪ Won't you come out tonight? ♪

♪ Come out tonight? Come out tonight? ♪

♪ Buffalo gal... ♪ Mr. Wishbone,

he snores just like you.

Yes, and if you wake him up, you'll answer to me.

He mighty well needs his sleep.

And I mean to see he gets it.

♪ Buffalo gal ♪

♪ Won't you come out tonight? ♪

Whoa!

Hey, Wish, when I was riding in I found a patch of wild onions

just over that rise.

And while you were riding in, making this great discovery,

it didn't occur to you to stop

and pick up a few?

Well, when I'm cook, I will.

Well, I suppose the men are entitled

to a little flavoring in their stew.

Nothing like onions.

Come on, let's get 'em.

Silence!

Oh!

Stop!

Stop!

Stop!

All right! Stop!

Would you like to ride, gray beard?

Tell me what you said to the leader of the herd

and you shall ride.

I said to him?

Perhaps you would like to be buried again.

Who the Indian buries, stays buried.

You got the wrong man.

He's back there, dead and buried like you said.

You're like all white men,

you think it is easy to fool red man.

Chie will know how to make you talk.

Hyah!

It's over that way.

I sent Wishbone over there to pick some wild onions.

Oh, my...

Hyah!

Oh, my...

Are you all right, little brother?

I'm all right.

How's Mushy?

You all right?

Who killed the Indian?

Mushy did.

And I do appreciate it.

Thanks.

But why didn't you let

my little brother come after me?

Well, but, Mr. Wishbone,

you told me not to wake him up for anything.

Oh...

Were there other Indians around, little brother?

Only talked about taking me to somebody named Chie,

but the way he said it,

I don't figure he meant anybody close by.

At least not right handy.

You know, little brother, he thought I was you.

What do you know about these Indians, Pete?

Nothing special.

But I know there are a lot healthier things to do

than kill Indians when you're in Indian territory.

Pass the word, I want everyone alerted for trouble.

Double the guard on night watch.

Add a couple extra men on drag now.

Right.

Rowdy, you see that he gets buried,

then run some cattle through here.

They'll wipe out the marks of the grave.

Right.

Come on.

Tell me, little brother, what kind of trouble are you in?

You know as much about it as I do, little brother.

You still want me to believe they sent near a dozen Indians

after you all on account of that chief's sister?

You know how Indians are.

They've got different ideas than we have about some things.

Now that Indian thought I was you.

He didn't say anything about any chief's sister.

All he wanted to know was what I, meaning you,

told Mr. Favor.

Now, what did he think that I, meaning you,

could have told Mr. Favor?

Believe me, little brother, if I had anything to tell ya,

I'd tell you.

Do this.

Well, here it is, Wish. Just where Mushy said it was.

Well, you're a pretty good barber, T.J.

Yeah, according to Wishbone,

there's nothing you're not good at.

Now, there's not one thing that I told you

about my little brother that isn't true, Rowdy Yates.

Hey, Pete.

What you make of that? War party?

I don't know.

Well, if it was a war party, it ain't anymore.

It might be comforting to have the Army around

for a few days, Mr. Favor.

I'd be glad to go up and talk to 'em, if you like.

I was in the Army myself once.

Might even be some old friends of mine

in that detail.

Obliged to you, T.J.

Prepare to dismount!

See there?

I told you he knew important people.

Like I said, his friends.

Dismount!

Yeah, friends.

Hold your horses! Corporal!

Yes, sir.

I'm Sergeant Gregory, D Company, 4th Cavalry.

Gil Favor.

Well, looks like the cavalry come

just in the nick of time again.

I think that was just a hunting party,

this hour of day.

But if you do have any trouble,

you'll have that idiot tinker to thank for it.

Well, now, excuse me, sergeant,

but that's not a way to talk about an ex-Army man

who... You must be his brother.

I am.

And you can be sure when he was in the Army

he distinguished himself

in a position of importance.

Don't, little brother.

Oh, he distinguished himself all right.

By being drummed out of the Army.

Mister, wherever he is, there's trouble.

He goes around fooling with the Indians

and the first thing you know we got a war on our hands.

I ain't surprised to see him around at a time like this.

We've been pushing the herd

and ain't had time for the local gossip.

What do you mean, "a time like this"?

You don't know about Wankawa?

This is our first time through this territory, sergeant.

The Indians look up to him the way we look up to a saint.

He brought the northern/southern tribes together

for the first time in ten years.

This Wankawa was supposed to sign a peace treaty

for them with the Army.

But he disappeared.

Change his mind?

Headquarters don't think so.

Got a bunch of hotheads against him.

Young bucks with nothing in their heads

but earning a coup.

Showing off.

Now, we think they have Wankawa hid out

so that he can't sign that peace treaty.

Well, instead of being mad at my poor brother,

who never meant any harm, why don't you go out

and rescue this Wankawa?

Even if we knew where he was, we wouldn't be able to go in.

That's just what they're waiting for.

When Chie spots us coming he'll kill Wankawa.

Put up a token fight and tell the tribes we killed him.

It'll be another ten years before anyone can get them

to talk peace again.

All right, corporal, mount up the men.

Yes, sir.

Prepare to mount!

Mount!

You better pray that we get that treaty signed.

Or there won't be any trail that's safe.

Not Sedalia, not Chisolm,

not Goodnight, not any of it.

Good luck to you.

D out!

Cheer up, Wish.

It ain't your fault your brother's the way he is.

Look, Wishbone, we...

We don't hold it against you

if your brother isn't all he said he was.

You got to admit,

he had a right to be sore at him.

My brother's too honorable to contradict the Army.

You don't have to keep defending him, Wish.

We like you the way you are, not the way your brother ain't.

As a matter of fact, heh,

we like you in spite of what he is.

Oh, I know you mean well, but you all got six left hands

when it comes to saying something nice to a person.

Besides, you're all wrong about my brother.

You ain't seen him break a horse yet.

Or play a hand of poker.

Beat that.

How 'bout a hand, boss?

You know I don't like to play with any of you, Pete.

If I win from you,

just as if you were working for me for nothing.

Might look better to the Indians

if you sat in, Mr. Favor.

If there are any out there.

Well, if you don't mind working for nothing.

What about you, T.J.?

When you gonna sit in?

Me? I'm gonna wait and play the winner.

Well, you got to wait no more.

They picked me clean.

You can deal.

Little brother, could you lend me $20?

Well... sure.

Bet 10.

Little brother, uh, lend me another 20.

Well...

Go on, Wishbone.

You claim he's a better poker player than you anyway.

Yeah, what do you got to lose?

You wanna lend it to him, you do it.

I'm sorry, little brother,

I'm just not fixed to hold out against the whole mint.

You wanted 20?

Thank you, Mr. Favor.

And I'm just gonna have to raise you.

Just call with, uh, three hooks.

Beats me.

That's enough for me.

Well, next time you wanna borrow money,

you borrow it from me.

Mr. Favor,

here's a deed to a small ranch in Missouri.

Oh, forget it, T.J.

I'd take it kindly if you'd hold this deed for security

till I can repay you the loan.

I said to forget it.

Will this cover it, Mr. Favor?

Yeah.

Yeah, that'd cover it just fine.

Thank you, sir.

I'm sorry, Mr. Favor.

Oh, don't apologize for your brother, Wish.

He'd make a better poker player than you and me put together.

Pete.

There's enough moon out,

turn the herd west.

Sedalia's north, boss.

Yeah, I know. We'll go west.

Fifty miles, uh, out of our way, in the dark,

over country I haven't even scouted yet?

Heh. There's no reason for it.

Oh, you, all of a sudden,

making up the reasons for things?

Well, why not just have us go all the way to California

while we're at it?

When I decide that's best, we will.

You're the leader.

My chief sends you a message:

the trail to Missouri is to the east.

You must take your herd that way.

The grazing's better here.

The west slope of Mount Hannah is sacred.

It is forbidden.

You are to take your cows to the east.

Anything else?

You are to give us the mender of pots.

You tell your chief I won't be able

to do either of the things

he asks.

Chie expected such a refusal.

He gives you one hour to change your mind.

Boss.

Hour's a long time.

Tell your chief I wouldn't want to be wasting it

changing my mind.

I will tell him.

He is a man who can enjoy a joke.

You'll have to do what he asks, Mr. Favor.

Give you over to the Indians?

You agreed to help me.

I didn't agree to let you kill yourself.

Well, what kind of trouble is my brother fixing

to cook up for us now?

Go away, little brother. Go fix breakfast.

Can't you see Mr. Favor and I are having a private talk?

Well, there's nothing private about getting yourself killed.

Now, what's going on, Mr. Favor?

Why are you and T.J. having a private and serious talk?

Well, you know darn well,

in spite of all I bragged about him,

uh, T.J. ain't...

Well, just can't always be counted on.

Do what your brother says, Wishbone.

Now, I can't order you to do what's gotta be done.

You can't keep me from doing my chores.

What's to be gained

by your getting tortured and killed?

Like I said, Mr. Favor, it's up to you

whether you help me, my way or not.

But you'll have to shoot me to keep me from going.

Wishbone! Where you going!?

Little brother!

Well, he settled our argument, Mr. Favor.

And we won't get him back unless you do what you promised

when I was going, instead of...

Instead of that jasper brother of mine.

Pete. Rowdy.

You start turning the herd east.

Well, what are you gonna do, let 'em keep Wishbone?

No, I'll need ten volunteers to come with me after Wish.

What, to help Wishbone? The only trouble you'll have

is getting volunteers to stay with the herd.

I don't suppose you'd take me with you, would you, Mr. Favor?

Uh, Mr. Wishbone, he's kind of special to me.

All right, grab your horse.

Pete, you and Rowdy will be short-handed,

but I don't expect the Indians to bother you here.

Let's go!

Answer me, old fool!

He cannot hear you.

You still refuse to tell us what you know?

I'll make a deal with you.

You tell me what I'm supposed to know,

and I'll tell it back to ya.

He is no use to us.

Kill him.

Cut him down.

My brother Chie grows soft.

The time has come for us to kill Wankawa.

The bearded one will be found dead beside him,

and the tribes will know that the white man killed

their beloved chief.

The great Chie has wisdom.

Hansho, get the mender of pots.

If it's a trap, let him be the one caught in it.

Up, old man!

The bearded one cannot walk any straighter than he can talk.

Your friend Wankawa, he's in that tepee.

Go and meet him.

Mr. Favor.

Oh, hello, Wish.

I'm sure glad to see you, but I wish you weren't here.

Whew. That place sure could stand an airing out.

But, Mr. Favor, I didn't come alone.

Huh? I didn't...

Oh.

Where is Wankawa?

Wankawa.

Some of my men are seeing

that he safely gets to Fort Liberty.

He's got to sign a peace treaty there.

Hansho.

There's no one here.

Why did you remain behind?

Are you such a fool?

No, not quite such a fool.

No, I come to get my cook,

but of course I didn't come alone.

Thomas Jefferson!

Throw down your weapons!

Halt!

Dress up!

Far corner to the rear!

Dismount!

Skirmishers. Dress up!

Throw down your weapons.

Hyah!

Did you see that, Mr. Favor?

He's even better than I said he was,

and not one of that mangy crew here to see

that everything I said about him was true.

Are you all right, sir?

Tie him up.

I promised I'd deliver him to General Wingate.

Mount up the men, sergeant.

Yes, sir!

Where'd you get that uniform?

At the fort, when I picked up the detail.

Little brother, don't you realize

what the punishment is for impersonating an officer?

Congratulations, captain.

It all worked out, just like you figured it.

Captain?

You mean... You mean, them bars are real?

Of course.

Captain Thomas Jefferson Wishbone.

Company D, 4th Cavalry.

That's right, little brother.

Mr. Favor, I'd be obliged to you

if you wouldn't mention to the men

that you heard me say what the meaning

of T.J.'s initials is.

Oh, you're afraid if they find out

what, uh, T.J. stands for, they might figure out

that your initials, G.W., stand for, uh,

George Washington?

Now, you don't know that for certain.

You're just guessing.

Now why couldn't you have acted like that back at the herd

instead of making me out a bragging fool?

It was those Indian drovers you carry along with you.

They could have been Chie's men,

whether you believed in 'em or not.

Well, maybe that gives you reason to act like an idiot,

but it don't give the Army no call to come in

and humiliate you the way they did.

It was the only way they could get my orders to me.

Well, it looks like you got an answer for everything.

Well, any man's that's gotta pull himself up in the world

by the seat of his pants the way you did,

if you got yourself a little spread,

I don't see why you have to lose it

just because you can't play poker the way you think you can.

So,

Mr. Favor, if you'd give him back his deed,

well, you can take what he owes you

out of my wages.

It wasn't a deed, Wish.

It was the captain's military orders.

That's how I knew what needed to be done.

Oh.

Well, you coming back to the herd

so I can show the men I wasn't lying about you?

I'd sure like to, little brother,

but I'm on duty.

Thanks again, Mr. Favor.

Lead out.

Lead out!

Little brother.

Head 'em up!

Move 'em out!

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Rollin', rollin' Rollin' ♪

♪ Keep rollin', rollin' Rollin' ♪

♪ Though the streams Are swollen ♪

♪ Keep them dogies rollin' ♪

♪ Rawhide! ♪

♪ Through rain and wind And weather ♪

♪ Hell-bent for leather ♪

♪ Wishin' my gal Was by my side ♪

♪ All the things I'm missin' ♪

♪ Good vittles Love and kissin' ♪

♪ Are waiting at the end Of my ride ♪

♪ Move 'em on, head 'em up Head 'em up, move 'em on ♪

♪ Move 'em on, head 'em up Rawhide ♪

♪ 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!

Hyah!

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪