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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!

Well, this is it, boss. Rojo Canyon.

Ooh. Sure be rough on the herd to get through there.

Sure looks that way.

I don't know if that canyon goes all the way through.

But if it did, I'd say three or four days.

We don't need the time that bad.

It was an idea.

You mean it was my idea.

And a bad one.

I didn't say that.

Just keep your maps away from me after this.

There's no harm done.

Besides, you gave Rowdy a chance to play trail boss for a day.

Hey, Pete.

Huh?

You hear that?

What?

If I wasn't so crazy, I'd swear it was a bugle call.

Bugle call, out here?

Wait a minute. Listen.

Well, it's just a trick of the wind, I guess.

Well, I'm kind of sorry them two

didn't come ride up further into the canyon.

Nice chance to see if I got a good bullet in here.

Hah, civilians.

Yeah. What else have we seen all this time?

How many bandit charges come our way?

Well, I got no complaints.

Since Shiloh, I got no complaints.

There's a war going on, and what are we doing?

Can you think of anything better than guarding this canyon?

How many times I ask you that?

Is there any more peaceful way to fight a war?

What do you want to fight a war peacefully?

You want to make it easy for the Yankees?

Oh, now, there's no use in you getting riled at me.

Try the major.

All he's good for is playing checkers.

Hey, sergeant!

You see them two?

Yeah, I seen 'em. Another pair of prospectors.

Yeah. That's about all we ever see around here.

All right, men.

Put up those flags and fall in for retreat.

Let's go!

All right! Come on, fall in!

You, soldier, put that shirt on!

All right, put that book down and fall in, you men!

Let's go, soldier! Fall in!

Hey, bugler!

Don't you ever get tired

of messing around with that horn?

Sergeant, up here, what else is there to mess around with?

If that major would get off his pig head and act like a major

I'd have you whooped until you couldn't stand.

Sergeant, you're speaking of your commanding officer.

I'd break you and this lice bit camp in one day.

Uh-huh.

And then what would you do?

I'd march this whole chumpi" outfit back to Fort Danielson.

Oh, I see. You think the Yankees have taken it

and you want to surrender.

I'm going to tell you again.

The Yankees ain't been out this way.

And if they had we'd have heard about 'em or seen 'em.

And if we'd have heard about 'em or seen 'em,

what do you think we'd have done, huh?

Answer me that.

Don't ask me.

Ask your friend the major.

Your move major.

I know it's my move, you grubby scarecrow.

Then what are you waiting for? The end of the war?

Might be closer than you think.

Don't let it worry you.

The union won't be too harsh on you rebs.

You think the union's got a chance,

with a drunken store keeper leading them?

General Grant did keep store once.

Worked in a cannery too.

Perfect training for a military career.

Well, he manage to tan quite a few hides in Vicksburg, major.

He wasn't facing General Lee personally at the time.

As a matter of fact, there's a great deal of difference

between a siege general and an attack general.

There's a great deal of difference

between a winner and a loser.

Lee will not be licked by Grant.

Maybe.

Maybe you forget your a prisoner of war, Mr. Purkey.

Maybe I remember I a civilian and you burned my ranch,

stole my livestock and provisions.

Requisitioned.

Maybe that too, but first you stole 'em.

We won't go into that again.

How many times have I got to tell you

that the Confederacy will grant you full compensation.

There ain't going to be a Confederacy after the war.

I don't mind so much what you did.

It was lonely on the farm. So awful lonely.

Still your move, major.

How long since you been relieved, major?

Men are waiting, major.

Thank you, sergeant.

The relief will come, Mr. Purkey.

How long you been telling me that?

It's bound to come.

The only reason we come have been forgotten out here

is because the war's been going badly.

It's a possibility I've had to face for a long time.

Mm. You never faced it.

I would have been informed, Mr. Purkey.

You'd never have believed it...

even if you got a letter.

Personal letter from General Lee.

Attention!

Right turn!

Attention!

Who's supposed to be on night guard?

Quince and Scarlet.

Well, they sure ain't over working.

There's strays all over.

♪ Greensleeves ♪

♪ Was all my joy ♪

♪ Greensleeves ♪

♪ Was my delight ♪

♪ Greensleeves ♪

♪ Was my heart of gold ♪

♪ And who but my lady ♪

♪ Greensleeves ♪

More! More!

♪ My heart will always be ♪

♪ As restless as the sea ♪

♪ Searching ♪

♪ For a perfect love ♪

♪ I'm sure ♪

♪ That there must be ♪

♪ Someone ♪

♪ Who's just for me ♪

Joe?

Hm?

Mr. Favor's back.

Yes.

He sure is.

He might think the night guards

aren't to be listening.

♪ Ways... ♪

Joe?

Yeah.

We're the night guards.

♪ Touching the land ♪

♪ Yet forever at sea ♪

♪ I know ♪

♪ There will be a day ♪

♪ My eager heart will say ♪

I take it everything's fine.

It's fine. It's...

It's better than that. It's better than fine.

Except the night guard isn't out.

Nobody's on the picket line.

Men that are supposed to be sleeping aren't.

Well... Well, Ms. Danvers there... We, uh...

Well, she has a broken wheel and we had to help her fix it.

Fix the organ too?

What? Oh, no. There was nothing wrong with that.

That's good.

Are the organist and the lady gonna be with us for a while?

Well, uh, no, I...

Well, Wishbone invited them for supper.

I'd have done the same thing

if she was my grandmother.

♪ You found ♪

♪ A perfect love ♪

You know, with one thing and another...

The herd hasn't moved since she arrived.

Well, I guess it hasn't.

Well, that is fine.

Just fine.

Sure is, Mr. Favor. Just fine.

I don't know who you are

but I was singing.

Oh, uh, Ms. Danvers,

this is Mr. Favor.

He heads this outfit.

She really sings great, boss.

And I don't like to be interrupted.

The only trouble is, this is a trail camp

not a saloon.

Don't try that again.

Suppose you take your hands off Ms. Danvers, cowboy.

Do you know who she is?

No. Who?

Anne Danvers has sung before all

the crowned heads of Europe.

Well, none of them was driving cattle for me.

They didn't mention if they were.

Just who are you, mister?

My name is Nelson Hoyt.

I'm Ms. Danvers manager and accompanist.

Let's suppose you try managing to say goodnight,

both you and Ms. Danvers.

I beg your pardon?

For what?

Are you dismissing us?

Just a suggestion.

You want us to leave.

These men have a herd to move at sun-up.

You're very welcome to bed-down here...

if you do it now.

Thank you, Mr. Favor.

Cup of coffee, Mush.

Sure, Mr. Favor. If you give me your cup,

I'll fill her up.

I don't want a coffee.

Fill that.

There you are, Mr. Favor.

Huh?

Oh, thanks.

Why didn't Mr. Favor take no coffee from me, Mr. Wishbone?

The cup was dirty.

Well, it wasn't dirty.

It was his own cup.

Well, a man likes to put his best foot forward when he...

When he what?

You talk too much for this time of morning.

I ain't shuttin' nothing.

You never do.

Well, we gonna get fed this morning or ain't we?

Ms. Danvers, I thought you might like some coffee.

That's very considerate of you...

This is fresh coffee.

Oh, well, in that case. Of course.

Mm. It is fresh.

There are various opinions about Wishbone's cooking.

Usually starting with "Not too bad,"

and ending up with "Let's get a rope."

But everybody agrees, his coffee's the best

this side of the Mississippi.

I think it's the best coffee I've ever had.

Better than Paris, Anne?

Uh, Nelson, why don't you get

the horses and harness up, huh?

Where are you heading, Mrs. Danvers?

Rojo Canyon. My father has a ranch there.

I'm taking him back to Philadelphia with me.

That would be a pretty big change for him. Wouldn't it?

Well, Mr. Favor, I've made a lot of money,

and my father's worked very hard.

So I bought a house in Philadelphia for us.

Funny thing.

You remind me so very much of someone from Philadelphia.

Really?

Who?

Oh, uh... You know, my two little girls are in Philadelphia.

Oh? With your wife?

No. They're with an aunt.

It's been a long time since I've seen them.

Not since the war, as a matter of fact.

I was in New York when the war broke out.

Were you in the army?

Mm-hm.

My father was too old.

You know, I haven't heard from my father in six years.

Of course, he never was one to write but...

Look, we're going right by Rojo Canyon, um...

It might be safer if you went along with us.

Well, I wouldn't think you'd want any excess baggage.

Crowned heads of Europe didn't complain.

I don't think you think much of the crowned heads.

I don't know too much about them

but I sure can't argue with their taste.

Will you be on the trail long?

Till Sedalia in Missouri.

And then what?

I've almost forgotten what my little girls look like.

That isn't right.

No. No, it isn't.

I told you this was dangerous country.

Well, I don't think it's dangerous.

They don't come out to play Ring Around the Rosie.

Left front of the line, sir.

Detail!

Detail!

Detail!

Left front into line!

Left front into line!

Left front into line!

If I had known they were going to be so formal

I'd have put on my Sunday spurs.

Question is, what are they being so formal about?

Looks like a bunch of yearlings, don't they?

I could swear not one of them's over 20.

If that's what's protecting our frontier this days

this frontier's in trouble.

And Wish, don't close up shop.

They may be hungry.

It's always good to meet the army halfway.

Sergeant Mattson, C-troop for the United States Calvary.

Three days out of Fort Flag.

Gil Favor, trail boss.

I don't know how many days out of San Antonio.

Major, your men look tired.

Men? You're mighty kind Mr. Favor.

Maybe they could use a hot meal?

We have our own rations, mister.

Corporal, we're excepting Mr. Favor's invitation.

Yes, sir.

What's wrong, Mr. Wishbone?

What wrong is Mr. Favor's just invited

the whole United States Calvary to breakfast.

You think he might ask us first.

Well, would we have said no?

We mighty well might have.

Open that.

Detail, prepare to dismount!

Prepare to dismount!

Prepare to dismount!

Dismount!

Dismount!

Dismount!

Dismissed.

Dismissed!

Corporal run a picket line.

Yes, sir. Take my horse.

I say, we got some, uh, fresh water.

Streams back at camp.

What makes you think I got water in this.

You were in war, Mr. Favor?

That's right.

Officer? Mm-hm.

How would you feel about leading a detachment like mine?

Oh, a bunch of foot-in-mouth green boys like that?

Thanks, but no thanks.

This kind of helps me forget how green they are

and what can happen to 'em out here.

You know how old my corporal is?

Nineteen.

He's the oldest.

Rest of 'em, well...

Another year or two and we'll have to teach 'em how to shave.

Never seen a company that young.

Towards the end of the war

a lot of kids were joining up but...

Sounds as if you've been fighting for the South.

Well, I better go make sure my veterans

wash behind their ears.

Didn't you never see a sergeant before?

The army was crawling with them.

Wasn't they all?

Thing is, I've seen that sergeant before. Only...

Yeah?

Well, he wasn't a sergeant then.

And his name wasn't Mattson.

It's Mattson now.

No. That ain't the name I don't remember.

It ain't?

No. Well, it ain't important.

You see anything wrong with the food?

No, except...

Except what?

Well, there doesn't seem to be very much of it.

There don't?

You know, you're right.

How's that?

That's fine. Thank you.

I thought drovers ate a lot.

Hey, he a growing boy, Mr. Wishbone.

Growing into what? An Elephant?

All right. Keep the line moving.

Come right on with it.

Maybe you'd better get started now, Mr. Hoyt.

Uh, 3000 steers raise a lot of dust.

You might be smarter to be riding ahead of the herd.

Might be smarter if we went off

in an entirely different direction.

But, Nelson, we're going the same way.

It could be our first mistake.

Not really.

Giddyup.

Well, I guess we won't be seeing you anymore.

Well, that's not a very good guess, Mr. Favor.

C-troop's escorting you through the danger area.

Orders of Colonel Merryweather, Fort Flag.

Through what danger area?

The canyon, two and a half miles through, 25 miles around.

It figures you'll take the canyon way.

Save three days.

If the canyon's that narrow we'd lose more beef trying

to squeeze 'em through than it would be worth the time saved.

Well, you might lose 'em anyway.

To what? Raiders.

What kind of raiders?

When we find out, you'll find out.

And what does that mean?

I don't know, Mr. Favor.

I just don't know.

And, uh, what good would your veterans be?

I've got my orders.

And they'll fight I think.

Sergeant Mattson?

We've got no orders about escorting any cattle drive.

Twenty-five drovers,

twenty-five men.

Corporal,

did you ever fire a gun at the men that fired back at you?

No, sir.

Neither did they.

What difference does that make, sir?

Spoils your aim.

And don't call me sir.

But we got no right to get the drovers mixed up in our...

Corporal, I'm army.

I've been army a long time.

They give me a job to do, I do it.

Any way I can.

Yes, sir. Except, I...

Except, nothing. And don't call me sir.

Detail!

Hello, there.

Mr. Favor. Hello.

The herd will be turning West in a few miles.

Uh, it might mean we'll miss your father's ranch.

That's what I thought.

Well, this is goodbye then.

Well, I thought if it was all right with you

I'd ride along with you to the ranch.

Would you?

Why wouldn't he?

I understand there are some raiders operating in this area.

That's one of the reasons I want to ride along with you.

You follow Mr. Favor, Nelson, will you?

You giving me a choice?

Follow him, Nelson.

Hey, Rowdy.

Hm?

Looks like the high command's coming to visit.

Yeah. Either one leg's shorter than the other

or else he's been drinking something besides coffee.

Mr. Favor get back yet, gentlemen?

Uh, no. He's gonna catch up to us.

Well, the rough going to be through the canyon.

Yeah, that's right. Except we ain't going through the canyon.

Of course, you are.

Didn't Mr. Favor tell you before he left?

No, he didn't.

I guess he forgot, is all.

Mr. Favor don't forget things like that.

Calling me a liar?

Well, no. I'm not calling you a liar.

Then the herd goes through the canyon.

Rowdy's in charge when Mr. Favor's away.

He'll decide that.

Then you'll follow Mr. Favor's orders.

Yeah, I will.

When he give them to me.

What's your name?

Jim Quince.

Mind if I talk to you alone?

I was just leaving.

You've been watching me ever since this morning. Why?

Well, I ain't sure.

You remind me of someone.

In the war?

Army of the Confederacy, sergeant.

Jeb Stuart Calvary.

We fought most anywhere.

Battle of the wilderness?

We were there.

I know who you are.

Would the name Thorpe mean anything to you?

Well, it sure would.

Colonel commanded our troops in our left flank.

Seen him once with Jeb.

Now, wait, that's who you remind me of.

Thorpe.

Thorpe is who I am. Or was.

Well, you were a colonel then.

And in the wrong army.

When it lost, after war I did the only thing I could:

joined the other army.

Using the name of Mattson? Why?

Oh, I guess I thought I'd fool 'em.

Army life was the only life I knew.

I never fool anybody.

Colonel Thorpe

a sergeant?

I was lucky to get that high.

You wondered why I was sent out here on a mission

with a handful of kids? I did.

Well, the answer's easy.

They don't want me at Fort Flag.

They don't expect me to accomplish my job

when I get back.

But I'm going to.

Well, I sure hope that...

It's not enough. I need more than hope.

I need soldiers. I need even one soldier

to give me a fighting chance.

Well, uh, colonel, could...?

Could I be that soldier?

I'd be honored.

Only just keep it "sergeant," will you?

Yes, sir.

We'll be riding with you for another two or three miles,

and then we'll spread off to the canyon.

Well, uh, when you do,

uh, I'll be riding with you.

Wait, Nelson.

Wait, wait.

It's just over the rise.

Can't be.

Can't be.

I'm sorry, Anne.

It could have been an accident, Anne.

But most likely,

it was those raiders Mattson was talking about.

What happened?

What happened?

Anne.

Anne, stay here.

No. Hoyt.

One thing I miss is my daughter.

She had a voice... A voice people went along with.

I didn't think you were a music connoisseur.

I ain't.

What I meant was,

when Melissa started to sing, people stopped and listened.

And when it's Texas you're talking about...

Major. Sergeant.

All right, Jenkins, make your report.

Yes, sir. There's a cattle drive not more than 5 miles

from here, sir.

We're not at war with cattle.

Yes, sir. But there's a detail of Union cavalry

with them cattle, sir.

Sergeant, at once to the men. Yes, sir.

Well, could be a while

before you finish that game, Mr. Purkey.

If we ever do.

That ranch burned down years ago.

Years ago?

How do you know?

Condition the wood's in,

dried out and other things.

But are you sure that's your father's ranch?

Well, of course I'm sure.

There were things to indicate it belonged to a man named Purkey.

Well, that's understandable.

Miss Danvers' real name was Melissa Purkey.

Does it mean anything about my father?

I don't know.

Except for one thing: There wasn't any sign of, uh...

a body around.

Well...

Would there be, after all this time?

Well, if raiders had burned the place down,

they wouldn't bother to bury anyone.

Well, maybe he's still alive, then.

It's possible. Thing to do is check with the nearest towns.

They might have some information.

We'll get back to the drive, check with Pete,

send him out to any towns around.

You really think he might have got away?

Till I find out otherwise.

You men think you're good soldiers.

Think it's been hard waiting here all this time.

Think you've been waiting alone.

Well, maybe the waiting is over.

The Yankees have been sighted headed this way.

They're escorting a cattle drive.

We don't know whether the herd's a decoy or not.

But our orders are to hold Rojo Canyon at all costs.

If the Yankees' mission is to attack us,

we'll be ready for 'em.

Sergeant?

Prepare for action. Yes, sir.

Jenkins, come with me.

All right, men, you heard what the major said.

There's Yankees on the way. Now, let's get ready.

You six men, over on the fielding.

You four men, over on the left flank.

All right, over here on the right flank.

You two, over here. Come on, move!

Plan on going hunting, Jim? Huh?

What other reason you got for packing your rifle?

Don't miss much, do you, Joe?

Rojo Canyon's up in those mountains. Uh-huh.

I know the cavalry's going in there, and I'm going with 'em.

That Mattson must be a powerful talker.

Well, his name is Thorpe.

Colonel Thorpe and an army that just ain't anymore.

I fought in that army, Joe.

He needs some men, not the kids he's got.

- All right! - All right, Joe!

Tell Mr. Favor I didn't desert him.

I just went off to do a job needs doing.

Will you tell him that?

I'll tell him. All right. Thank you.

Well, there's several towns around here.

If Miss Danvers' father is alive,

he could be in any one of 'em.

We'll send some men out in the morning, then.

Hey, there's Scarlet. He must have mislaid Quince.

Mr. Favor, I'm leaving the drive.

You're doing what?

Well, you see, there's a job gotta be done.

I ain't deserting, Mr. Favor.

I don't wanna draw my time.

Where's Quince?

He never deserted, neither.

Where is he?

With them cavalry kids.

That where you're going?

You got any idea what you're getting into?

Sure. I ain't leaving you short-handed.

If Quince and me don't make it back,

you'll likely pick up a couple of drovers.

I know my business.

And I try to mind it too.

I'm sorry, Mr. Favor. I'm going anyway.

You know, boss, maybe he's right. About what?

Well, those kids getting into something they can't handle.

I don't see what they're getting into.

If there's a gang of raiders, they'll duck for cover.

They're not gonna tangle with a cavalry.

Yeah, well, supposing they do?

That's the cavalry's problem, not ours.

Those kids are sleeping like babies.

Yeah.

We'll go in at first light.

You men better get some rest.

The herd's avoiding the canyon. That's right, sir.

Must be a big concentration of Yankee troops north.

Not our problem. But their cavalry's camped

at the mouth of the canyon, sir.

Our problem.

Sergeant, I want you to impress on our men

that under no circumstances must anyone be permitted

to come closer than rifle shot to this camp.

If the enemy discovers how small... I understand, sir.

Dismissed. Yes, sir.

Pretty small detachment, ain't it? Right.

Maybe all they're after's keeping you bottled up here.

We've been bottled up here for years.

They've got to attack.

And when they do, we'll wipe 'em out.

Well, you'll wipe 'em out.

You're forgetting to land on your side, major.

Once this war is over, there won't be sides.

They don't know the terrain.

They're waiting for first light, and we'll be waiting for them.

Your move.

I don't know what's in there.

You boys ever do any Indian fighting?

Well, that's the kind of fighting

you're gonna cut your teeth on.

Stay well-spaced,

be ready to take cover.

Let's go.

Sergeant, I wanna let the enemy get in a position

where they'll be caught in a crossfire. Yes, sir.

Instruct the men to hold their fire

till I give the command.

Yes, sir.

Open fire!

Dismount! Take cover!

Dismount, take cover!

Hurry up, move out of there, now!

I think I see cover!

Go fire at will. Hurry up!

Hold your fire!

Well, major, we've got 'em pinned down.

That's right. Give 'em a taste of the big gun.

Yes, sir.

All right, come on, hurry up!

Let's get into position.

Head down here.

He's not hurt too bad. The other one's dead.

The one that's so hungry all the time.

Whoever's up there knows his business.

Hey, boss.

Yeah, I recognize gunfire by now.

Thought I heard a cannon.

Yeah, the cavalry didn't have a cannon.

No, it's not too often they do. It must have been the raiders,

but I never heard of raiders using a cannon. Have you?

No.

Quince and Scarlet are in that canyon.

Well, I didn't send 'em.

I know that.

Look, I hired the men on as drovers, not as soldiers.

I can't send anybody into that canyon.

Well, maybe you can't send 'em,

but you can sure as shooting lead 'em.

They'd, uh, have to be volunteers.

Well, let's get to riding. Yeah, let's go.

You're gonna need volunteers to stay behind.

All right, Wish, keep Barton, Little and Mozier here with you.

You're gonna be in charge.

Me? And not go with you?

Look, we don't need any mountain men. We need fast riders.

Get your guns, all the ammunition you can carry.

Mr. Favor, sir?

You didn't say I have to stay behind, did you?

Why, no, I didn't.

Be careful.

I'll try my best, Anne.

They're staying up there, playing it safe,

keeping us pinned down, waiting for night to rush us.

I sure led these kids into a trap.

You couldn't know what was up in there.

Firing, by order, a cannon?

I'd say it was a military force we're up against.

How could it be?

The drovers. Go report to the sergeant.

Hurry, on the double.

Sergeant, drovers.

Well, that'll make a difference.

Not if they get bottled up in the canyon.

Head 'em off, Quince. Tell 'em to wait outside. Yes, sir.

Mr. Favor.

Colonel. I mean, Sergeant Mattson.

Raiders got him pinned down. They're not raiders.

Mr. Purkey here came from the camp up there.

The military camp. Huh?

That's a company of Confederate soldiers up there.

Soldiers that don't know the war zone.

Well, that don't make sense.

Still fighting for the South after all this time,

when the whole world knows we lost the war.

I was with them all this time.

I was hoping the war was over, but I didn't know.

Well, they didn't act like Confederate soldiers,

raiding the countryside.

Major Anderson called it requisition.

Well, why didn't the requisitioners tell him that?

Major never let anybody close enough to him

to tell them anything.

I don't think he wanted to know.

Look, you better get that information to the sergeant.

Find out what he wants us to do.

Yes, boss.

Good to see you.

Those ain't raiders up there.

They're Confederate soldiers. What are you talking about?

Prisoner escaped, told Mr. Favor

they're company Confederate soldiers.

They don't know the war's over.

Must be true. It would explain the cannon.

There's only one thing to do. I need a piece of white cloth.

I got this. Tie it on.

Cease fire!

Cease fire!

Hold fire!

Major, one of them's coming up the slope with a flag of truce.

Well, we can't let him get any closer, whatever he wants.

Have some of the men fire in front of him.

Yes, sir. Fletcher, Hall, White.

Fire one round in front of the enemy soldier

approaching our camp.

Major, he ain't stopping.

I'll get him for you good, sir.

Hold your fire.

He was approaching under a flag of truce.

Sergeant, come with me.

You all right, soldier?

Here, get up here.

Major, this is Colonel Thorpe.

I served under him the first year of the war.

Ridiculous.

No Confederate officer'd be wearing the uniform

of a Union soldier.

No more

Union soldier, major.

I'm glad you're not dead.

I intend to have the man who shot you court-martialed.

No more Union soldiers, major.

No more Union army.

You mean they surrendered.

No, we did.

Just a temporary setback?

Major,

General Robert E. Lee surrendered to General Grant

at Appomattox,

April '65.

1865?

General Lee surrendered?

Yes.

Would you mind getting me some medical attention?

Come on, colonel. I'll help you up.

That's it.

That's it. Nice and easy, now.

Nice and easy.

It belongs to you and your men, major.

It flew longer than any other Confederate flag.

And I take it we're prisoners.

No more prisoners. The war is over.

We'll take you to Fort Flag for your honorable discharge.

Then you're going home.

Home?

Dismantle camp, sergeant.

Get the men ready to move out.

Yes, sir.

Men, fall out and get your personal things.

At ease!

Mr. Purkey.

I don't know what to say.

I'm gonna miss our checker game, major.

Hey, uh, how'd those greenhorns hold up under fire?

Greenhorns?

Mr. Favor, you're talking about soldiers.

It's been a long time, Mr. Favor.

I'm kinda anxious to see my daughter again.

So am I.

Mr. Wishbone.

Pa and I were so busy talking,

forgot to thank you for that wonderful welcome home dinner.

Welcome home dinner?

I thought that was our everyday stew.

Will you shut your fat mouth?

Excuse me, Pa, there's something I have to attend to.

Well, I supposed you'll be fixing up your ranch again.

Uh-uh. I'll have to try city living.

My daughter wants me to live in Philadelphia with her.

Well, good luck, Mr. Purkey.

Thank you, Mushy.

Ain't you rushing things a bit, Mr. Hoyt?

I'm not rushing anything.

We're ready to move out.

Yeah.

Well, maybe not all of you.

I'm going home now

with Pa and Nelson.

I don't wanna go.

Yeah, but I'm a trail boss.

Trail has to end sometime.

Yeah.

In October.

October?

Well, good luck to you, Mr. Favor.

Good luck to you.

Mr. Favor.

She might not be singing in Philadelphia

time you finish your job.

Where would a letter reach you?

Cattlemen's Association, Sedalia, Missouri.

Thanks.

Hyah!

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' ♪

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

Hyah!