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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 them ♪

♪ 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!

Driving a trail herd north,

each delay means getting the herd to market

that much later.

Days, sometimes even half days, count.

A herd that can beat its schedule

has time to fatten up at the end of the drive.

Bring the best price.

But sometimes it seems the good Lord

is on the side of the buyers.

Nobody else could turn streams into swollen rivers

that take three days to cross instead of one.

I don't try to understand it.

Mostly I just go along with whatever turns up.

Gil Favor, trail boss.

Think any of 'em got this far out?

Ah, maybe.

They'll be scattered pretty good

when they hit the dry ground.

Let's check that draw down there.

Wait a minute. You hear bawling?

I sure do. Coming from down there.

Let's go.

Well, now, you look at that.

What is it?

It's a mustang trap.

They must have wandered in and tripped the gate.

Somebody tryin' to steal our beef?

Nah, it's a mustanger's trap.

They use 'em to catch wild horses.

You shouldn't leave it like that, though.

No telling what's gonna wander in it.

Come on.

Dang mustangers.

I never seen one yet that was any good.

They'll open the gate?

Nah. I'm gonna tear this down.

They should have done it themselves

when they were through with it.

Well, how do you know they are?

Well, you don't see a camp around here, do you?

Come from up there.

Hey, what are you shooting at us for?

You get away from that fence!

That sounds like a kid.

Keep talking to him.

I'm gonna circle around behind him.

You hear me? Get away!

Those are our steers trapped in there!

We got a right to get 'em!

You got no right to bust down the fence!

There's a gate.

Now you get your steers and git, pronto!

Why? This here's open range.

You don't own it!

Who says we gotta go?

This rifle does!

Now get!

Holy...

Hey, Teddy, it's a girl!

What difference does that make?

I can shoot as good as you or ride as good as you.

Yeah?

And I could fight as good as you,

if I got a fair start.

Do you wanna see?

Who says she's a girl?

Looks more like an "it" to me.

You shut up.

Regular little catamount, aren't you?

Kinda pretty too. Heh.

Cut that out.

Well, you would be, if you had a better disposition.

What's your name, girl?

None of your business.

Hey, what do you wanna know that for?

Well, so I, uh...

I'll know what to call you.

That way I won't have to call you

something I made up, like, uh...

Effie Lou or Esmerelda.

My name's Willie.

Willie?

That ain't no name for a girl.

It is so. It's mine.

That's what Pa calls me.

Yeah, well, what's your real name?

None of your business.

Your pa a mustanger?

That neither.

Somebody shoots at me, I like to know who it is, Willie.

I got a right to shoot at you.

This is your trap, then, huh?

And you was bustin' it!

Yeah, well, to get our cattle out, that's all.

It ain't my fault you can't keep track

of your own steers.

Besides, you didn't have to bust it.

Well, maybe not. I'm sorry about that.

We thought it was an old one somebody went away and left.

Shouldn't leave a thing like that

without watching it.

I was watching it.

Just gittin' here, making my round.

You got any more of those things around here?

Six or seven.

Well, that's just fine.

They can snare a whole raft of strays.

You got a big herd comin' this way?

Yeah, we're going to Sedalia, Missouri.

Hey, where you going?

Pa ain't gonna like a big herd

comin' through here!

Hey, well, where's your camp?

None of your business!

Yeah, well, I'm just liable

to make it my business!

Hyah!

Where you been?

Visitin' something that looks like a girl.

That suppose to be funny?

Not a bit funny, Mr. Favor.

Gettin' shot at never is.

You have any trouble?

Yeah, and it ain't over yet.

Here comes more of the same.

Who's the boss here?

I am, Carst.

You know me?

You don't remember?

The K-Bar, down in the Nacadoches.

Favor?

Yeah. Joe Misley's friend.

Your boy Jake's friend too.

You growed up some.

Like Jake, I guess.

No.

Jake quit growing.

He's dead.

Oh.

Struck down by a killer horse

a few years back.

A wild black stallion still running this range.

Sorry.

Jake was...

Was all right.

But his pa wasn't.

What you want here?

What kind of men you got, Favor,

to break down a man's fences?

Some of our steers were caught

in that mustang trap.

I thought it was an old one.

You got no cause to bust 'em up, anyways.

Even if they was old, they could have been used again.

They take a long time to build.

Cattle get caught in 'em, they trample themselves

to death trying to get out.

That don't bother me none.

This ain't no cattle range.

Maybe not, but this is a cattle trail

through here.

You build traps, you ought to leave

a man around to warn people coming through.

I ain't got that many hands.

I travel light, you remember.

Yeah, I remember.

You heading for the Red?

And beyond.

You be sure to go straight on through.

Don't tally around here.

He's got traps set all around.

Then you'd better post men.

Come along and show us yourself.

'Cause any of my herd gets caught,

I'd burn the trap.

You better see nothing like that happens,

or I'll be back looking for you, Favor,

and you might not like that so good.

You'll remember.

Bein' Jake's friend don't mean nothing, does it?

I don't care about friends.

I ain't got any.

Now you go see to your steers.

You see you don't try to stop me,

or I make trouble too.

Nice to meet up with old friends,

huh, boss?

He looks mean enough to get along

with the devil himself.

But it takes meanness to be a mustanger.

He's mean, all right.

When he fights,

there ain't no rules.

Sounds like you've had the pleasure.

I have.

We'd better get movin'.

We gotta cross the Red before it floods.

Well, what about the mustang traps?

You go back, pick up two men and scout on ahead for 'em.

Alrighty.

Pete, you ride on ahead

and scout the river crossing.

Hey, boss.

Too late.

It's been raining hard north and west of here.

Flooded?

The biggest swimmin' hole you ever saw,

and running fastest.

Can't get across?

Oh, we can get across, all right,

and maybe half a herd.

I didn't think it would be so bad

this time of year.

However, there's a better ford a few miles to the east.

Water spreads out, and there's not as much current.

We can make it there, all right,

but it's gonna lose us two days.

All right.

How do we go, downriver?

We can't. It's too rugged.

We'll have to go up through that pass in the hills.

Well, it's not bad that way.

We can make it, easy.

It won't be easy.

Why not?

Jed Carst's range.

That mustanger!

Wonder how big an outfit he's got?

Any more traps?

No sign of any yet.

We got a long day, getting 'em

through that pass.

It can't be helped.

You're not... afraid of that Carst, are you, boss?

I'm afraid of that flood.

Look up there!

We got 'em too close!

Cut 'em off!

No, they're turning.

And it's the girl doing it.

Skinny little kid's got guts.

Yeah.

Uh-oh, there comes old trouble.

This ain't the way to the Red.

It's flooded. We can't get across.

Could've told you that.

Well, why didn't you?

No business of mine...

but your being here is.

We're just going up through that pass

and a few miles beyond, to the other river ford.

Now, we're skirtin' your traps, watchin' out for 'em.

We're not giving you any trouble.

We don't want any from you.

Like running horses at us.

And don't tell us that was an accident.

You can't always tell where a mustang will run to.

You could've headed 'em off anytime, just like the girl did.

I'll run 'em where I like.

This is mustang range, the best I've ever seen.

And you ain't gonna spoil it for me.

I told you, we're not gonna spoil anything.

You think you can drive a big herd through,

without spoilin' things, scaring 'em off?

Well, you ain't gonna do it.

We'll be through in just a few hours.

You don't go through the pass.

Why not?

It's blocked.

Blocked, how?

I blocked it, that's how.

I got my big trap there, and my camp.

Nobody goes through the pass.

A herd of cattle could, uh, bust their way through.

You just wanna try that.

Just try.

I start something, Favor,

I like to finish it.

Do you think he means it?

You never heard anybody mean anything more.

Well, he said it, all right.

We can't get a herd through there unless he lets us.

Or unless we force it through.

He's got no right to block that pass,

no right at all!

We'll, uh...

probably all be killed.

There must be some other way.

What way, a flood crossin'?

A wait, days without grass?

Well, the old man must have a price.

His price is a fight.

That's what he wants.

Why?

'Cause it's me.

Well, I take it you don't wanna talk to him.

I don't.

I don't wanna go crawling to him asking for nothing,

especially something I shouldn't have to ask for.

But I'll...

go try and talk sense to him tonight.

It's gettin' dark.

Let's bed the herd down.

I'm, uh, looking for Jed Carst.

I didn't come to fight.

I just wanna talk to him.

I am his wife.

How do you do?

I'm Gil Favor.

This is Rowdy Yates.

I remember my son talking of a Gil Favor,

I welcome his friend.

Why, thank you.

He is up there on the hill.

Looking.

Always looking.

For what?

You can go up, talk to him.

Thank you.

You tell fortunes, ma'am?

I am a gypsy.

What did he do, lose his mama?

We found him out on the range.

Their mothers leave 'em. We don't know why.

Yeah?

We take care of 'em till they're

old enough to be turned loose.

That was, uh...

pretty fancy riding you did this afternoon.

Especially for a girl.

Is this the young man you spoke to me about?

Well, I... I'm sorry about that.

This afternoon, ma'am, he...

Well, it's just that I thought she was a boy,

the way she's dressed and carrying a rifle and all.

Did I say something wrong?

I hope I didn't hurt her feelings, or nothin'.

Perhaps it is as well you did.

It is time she understood she is a woman,

not a man.

Not... another son.

To think of herself as another son...

Well...

that wouldn't be right.

That would... Wouldn't even be natural, would it?

No. It is not natural.

Carst?

Gil Favor.

I know.

I seen you ride in.

You get an ideas, there's a gun in my hand.

I came to talk.

I don't wanna hear it.

You never did wanna listen to anybody, did you?

Um...

There's no reason for us to make a battle outta this.

Look, you could take down a section of fence,

let us through...

It would just take a few hours.

We'd be real careful,

put everything back just the way it was.

I'll even pay you, if I gotta.

Listen.

What?

Horses.

That's only the wind.

Look!

There ain't nothing out there.

You wouldn't have even been listening to me.

He's out there.

You just can't see him.

Not many can.

Him?

The night horse.

Watching me, waiting for me.

Night horse?

You mean, a black?

Black as death.

He runs by night, stays hidden by day.

He's a black devil.

He's the one that really killed Jake,

but it was really me he wanted to kill.

And still does.

A horse don't carry hate that way.

Don't they?

A mean horse will kill if he's cornered and scared.

The wilder he is, the meaner he'll get,

but ain't no killer horses.

Maybe this ain't a horse like you've ever seen before.

Maybe it ain't no horse at all.

Maybe it's just the wind, and the moonlight.

Nah, he's out there, all right.

Someday, I'll get him.

Someday, it'll be him or me.

Carst...

I ain't gonna let you through!

What do you want from me?

I figure you know that.

See me dead?

Same thing you want of me.

I nearly did see it once.

If it hadn't been for your boy Jake stopping you,

saving my life.

It was you come for me, remember?

To kill me.

It took Joe Misley two days to die.

Two days and nights of misery and agony.

You didn't wanna finish him outright.

You shot him in the stomach, so that it'd take

two days to die!

In a gunfight, a man can miss his mark.

But not you!

Joe was your... boy's friend,

I couldn't believe you wanted to kill him.

But you knew you did!

The law didn't hold me.

That's why I come for you.

And you got beat.

I was green, like Joe.

I'm not green anymore.

I ain't gonna let you through!

Carst!

We could settle this reasonable.

Any way you say:

guns, bare-handed, knives,

bullwhips, you name it!

I like it best bare-handed, you'll remember.

What makes you so afraid of everybody?

Afraid?!

Otherwise, you wouldn't have to beat 'em.

Make 'em afraid of you.

Are you gonna fight?

That's what I thought.

I'm coming through in the morning.

Wanna sit down?

You don't mind sittin' next to me?

I'm sorry about teasing you about being a girl.

I can do anything a man can do!

I can ride and work and shoot.

And I can drink too!

Do you wanna see?

Enough.

And I can swear as good as any man.

Do you wanna hear?

Enough.

Enough, Wilhelmina.

Now you will be quiet.

Wilhelmina? Is that her real name?

I gave it to her.

I liked it, but she hates it.

Maybe she's right.

Is it so bad?

Well, uh...

Oh, it's... not that.

It's... Oh, um...

What did the mustanger say?

He said no.

Well, any reason?

He don't need a reason.

Let's get outta here.

Wait.

Perhaps there's something you can do.

A way for you both. No.

There is something he wants, more than any other thing.

That... night horse he keeps talking about?

It is real.

It's beautiful!

The biggest, most powerful stallion you ever saw!

And we're gonna capture him, Pa and me.

He will let you through if you can get the black horse.

And he can do that with your help.

He didn't seem like the sort that'd take help to me.

Many times, we have almost captured the night horse,

but he escaped.

You have many men.

It would be possible.

And then it would be over.

This is the night horse's range.

Maybe, if you could help us,

we could capture him, quickly.

If you come through here with force,

many men will die who should not die.

What's to guarantee if we help him

that he'll let us through?

I will be your guarantee.

Joe Carst will be here at sunup,

and all the men I can spare from the herd.

All right, what do we do?

Where do we go?

He'll be somewhere in these hills to the south

with his band, between here and the next water.

We'll split equal.

You take your men and circle west.

I'll go east. Mm-hm.

Now don't chase anything till you get

to the next water and turn back.

Even if you see him.

You wanna push him up here towards your trap?

Your herd will help.

It's blocking him from going down that way

towards the Red.

When we get there and start turning back,

what do we do?

You spread your men wide:

half a circle, maybe a half a mile apart.

But keep in sight.

Then come back slow, squeezing in,

and watching.

For what, exactly?

He'll have a string of mares... Maybe two dozen.

More than any other, but he's tricky.

He'll hide 'em in a draw or a thicket.

But if you're careful, you'll spot him.

How can we be sure it's him?

You'll know him...

if you see him.

He's big, and he's black.

And you'll want him too.

Want to own him.

What about signals?

Just one:

two shots fast if you see him.

We'll close in in the south.

All right.

Uh, one thing.

Just because you're doing this

don't mean it'll change me.

If this don't work... If we don't get him,

you don't go through.

Well...

Hello, there, Miss Wilhelmina.

You.

You fixing to go on a mustang hunt?

That isn't exactly proper activity

for a young lady, is it?

You shut up, or you'll be sorry!

Actually, a pretty little filly shouldn't be wearing calico.

I warned you I could fight.

Do you want more?

Must be that next water Carst was talking about, huh?

All right, we'll string out.

First man'll wait here.

Ken, that'll be you.

Wait until you get an on signal

from the man on your left.

Always keep him in sight, and don't get

too far apart.

Looks like Carst's men.

Good. We'll space it just right.

You drop off here.

Keep me in sight.

It's him, it's him!

This is your daughter here.

You all right?

I... I don't know.

You hurt anywheres?

I guess I'm numb all over.

You lie still for a minute.

You'll be all right.

You'll be all right, Willie.

Takes more than a little bump to bother you.

Well, she's had worse spills than that.

You oughtn't let her try a thing like that,

a wild stallion that strong.

The horse. Where is he?

You lie still a minute.

Bring in the mares!

Hyah!

Hyah!

Get up, hey!

Hyah!

How do you feel?

I don't think I can walk.

Oh?

I'll carry you.

Oh, she'll be all right, Mrs. Carst.

She just got roughed up falling off her horse.

Again?

Put her in bed.

I'll go get something warm.

Alrighty.

Now you get some rest, and you'll feel all right

in the morning.

Minus a few aches and bruises.

Rowdy?

I'm sorry I hit you.

Oh, well, that's all right.

You pack a pretty good wallop for a girl.

Now, there, I said it.

That's all right.

I don't mind.

I don't know why, but I don't.

Well, that's an improvement.

Besides, there's no use minding something

you can't help.

It must be... tough for a girl out here,

but when you get back to town, you'll find

it's a lot different.

What you said before: is it true?

What?

About me being pretty.

Oh, yeah.

Now, don't let it go to your head.

I've known prettier, you... You know.

But I'm all right for a girl.

You're more than all right.

You get some rest, huh?

Rowdy, there's something here.

Would you look?

Where?

Oh.

Well... what did you do that for?

I just wanted to.

I never did before.

And besides, I like you.

Well, uh...

you're kinda young, you know?

I know.

But I like you too,

and... I don't mind you kissing me.

I just had to try.

Did you like it?

Uh... Uh...

I don't know.

Well, we missed him,

but we got 40 head corralled for you.

All good ones. Give you a nice fat profit.

Think we've more than done our share.

I told you:

I don't change.

I've wasted a whole day already, and more!

I can't afford to waste another one.

Nobody asked you to.

You never did intend to let us through, did you?

Even if we got him.

You're bound and determined to have this fight, ain't you?

I don't move.

All right.

We come through anyway.

You mean you'll try.

All right.

See you tomorrow around sunup.

We'll be waiting.

Anybody want any more breakfast?

Might as well load up good.

No telling when you'll eat again.

Or if.

Rowdy?

Hm?

You think there'll be a fight?

It's hard tellin'.

Anybody needing rifles or ammunition,

get 'em from Wishbone.

Think Carst will fight?

He'll fight, all right.

You worried?

Well, maybe.

You're not, though, are you?

Except for the herd.

What else would I be worried about?

Well, maybe the woman and the girl.

Carst brought this on himself.

Yeah.

Well, I figure it takes two to make a fight.

You blamin' me?

I'd just like to know what the grudge is

between you two, that's all.

None of your business.

Well, I think it is, if I'm gonna risk dying for it!

Yeah.

Yeah, I... guess that's right.

I don't...

I don't get it, boss.

We're all willing to back you up.

Just wanna know if it's worth it, that's all.

I don't know...

I don't know. Maybe not.

Some years back, I punched cattle

for the K-Bar outfit down in the Nacadoches.

Jed Carst was foreman then.

Carst's son, Jake,

fella I grew up with, Joe Misley, and myself,

we all worked together.

Carst was in his prime then.

Tough as they come.

He could still laugh then.

Maybe 'cause everybody feared him.

We all did.

Even his own son.

You ever know anybody like that?

Yeah, well...

I guess everyone has at one time or another.

Well,

it wasn't much to begin with.

Argument over Joe Misley's going into town with Carst's son

without Carst's say-so.

What Carst was really looking for was just another fight.

He goaded Joe into it.

He pushed him so hard,

Joe finally made the mistake of going for a gun.

Carst shot him in the belly.

Took him two days to die.

They called it legal.

I'd been riding line when I found out about it.

I come in after Carst.

He was unarmed,

so I had to put aside my gun.

We went at it.

He beat me.

He beat me almost to death.

He would have killed me too, if it hadn't been for his son.

Jake hit him in the head. Saved my life.

I had to run away in the night.

Carst must have taken it kind of hard,

his son siding with you, huh?

I guess the way Carst figures it,

that fight was never finished.

Now it's got to be.

Yeah.

Oh, I'll...

I'll be riding with you, boss.

I guess we all will be, if it's all right with you.

I hear 'em.

They're comin'.

Jed, let them through.

For the sake of heaven, don't let there be killing.

They tried to help us, Pa.

Quit your yammering and get your rifle.

You want me to fight 'em?

Naturally. We'll need every gun.

Well, I ain't gonna.

Why not?

Because I don't wanna.

I ain't a man, Pa.

I'm a girl, and I ain't suppose to fight.

I told you!

And I told you!

I ain't Jake, Pa. I'm Willie.

And that ain't my name either.

It's Wilhelmina.

And I like it that way, so you better get used to it.

Now lookie here, you.

Ah... Ah... And besides,

I don't wanna fight these men.

They're good men, maybe better than you.

And they're right:

you ought to let 'em go through, Pa.

You keep your mouth shut right now, do you hear?

Don't you ever talk like that to your pa again.

Jed, I know I can't stop you.

But you're wrong.

Even you must see that.

Be quiet, woman. You're not gonna change me.

No, I never could.

Nobody could.

Not even the son you loved.

The son you killed.

Don't you ever say that again.

Now get back there and be quiet.

Both of you!

All you gotta do is open the gate

and let 'em through. Pa, please!

Then I'll do it myself!

Hold it, Rowdy.

All right.

We'll have it your way.

Just you and me.

Bare-fisted.

This ain't no trick:

will none of your men shoot?

No trick.

Just one bit of advice, boy:

don't stop so long as I'm breathing.

Because I mean to kill you.

Get outta here!

Pa! Pa!

Pa...! CARST: Get away from me!

But Pa!

But Pa, it's the night horse!

Look!

He's come back after the mares.

We can get him, boss.

All right, let's get him.

Spread out!

Spread out!

Keep him out of that canyon.

Come on!

Ho, ho!

Ho!

You've got him! You've got him!

Oh, that was wonderful!

Let's go, Pete! He doesn't like it here!

Carst, I don't wanna have to fight you again,

but... I'm coming through.

Now.

Yeah.

Take your herd through, Mr. Favor.

Don't bother to put back the fences.

We'll be leavin' here.

Going back somewheres, to our own place.

Jed.

You'll have a kitchen to be a wife in...

and Willie'll have a town to be a girl in.

Pa!

Jed, God bless you.

It's funny

when you've wanted something for so long...

Craved yourself almost sick for it.

And all of a sudden, you've got it.

There's only emptiness.

Nothing to hate anymore.

Nothing to hurt anymore.

But there's just one more thing

I gotta do.

Just one.

Jed, no!

Don't! What's he gonna do?

Carst, be careful!

I could shoot. Say that I killed Jake.

Trying to make him ride you before he was ready.

But I say you were the killer.

You did it.

No, Pa! Don't!

Go away. Go away!

Pa, don't!

Look out!

Pa...!

I...

I said it'd...

It'd be him or me.

I was... right.

He...

Sorry, Mrs. Carst.

I knew it was going to happen.

Don't cry, Wilhelmina.

Perhaps it is better so.

You gonna be all right, Mrs. Carst?

Yes, thank you.

The men will help us.

There is nothing to keep you here now.

You can go through.

I'll never forget you.

I won't forget you either, Wi...

Um... Heh.

Miss Wilhelmina.

Maybe we'll meet up again sometime, huh?

I'll tell you what I'll do.

I'll keep my eye out

for the prettiest little filly

in the town where I am.

You'll learn to like that in time.

Bye.

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' ♪