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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!

Taking a herd north,

you have to trail across nearly a thousand miles

of the wrinkled skin of Earth.

Over terrain that's strange and different

as paradise above from the hot place below.

Mostly it's too rough or too steep,

too wet or dry, too hot or cold,

too windy, too lonely.

But you take what comes

and find a way to move the beeves on through.

At least you try.

My name's Gil Favor, trail boss.

What kind of fool, Jose, is leading that herd?

He will never get through them alpine.

Not that way.

He'd lose half his beeves, maybe more.

Señor, we had better get a move on.

In a minute, Jose.

Wonder where he's from.

The trail boss down there?

Not from this country, that is certain.

Somebody ought to warn him.

Ah, señor...

It would only be a few miles out of our way.

But you do not know who they might be.

You said it yourself: Nobody from around here.

Señor, an hour lost.

I'm just riding home. I'm not running away from anybody.

They want to catch me, let them come.

This ground's awful. You sure we're on the right trail?

You know a better one? Well, I didn't say that.

It's just this is the worst cattle country I've ever seen.

We're getting through it just as quick as we can.

Do your job. Stop complaining.

Look, I'm only trying to point out

that this lava rock is cutting their hooves something fierce.

I know it only too well. You just let me do the worrying.

Come on, let's get moving.

I don't know how much further

this wagon's gonna go in this.

Keep moving till I tell you to stop.

What's eating him?

Ain't any harder on him than it is the rest of us.

Maybe he's tired, Mr. Wishbone.

Meaning you and me ain't?

I ain't a bit tired.

Then you be the one to get down and check that hamstring.

Go on.

Well?

There ought to be a way through,

but I wouldn't guarantee it.

We might get so tangled up in that Malapie

we never find our way out. I don't know.

You don't know?

Aren't you supposed to be scout?

But I'm not gonna take the responsibility,

you won't take my advice.

What's your advice?

Go back to the main trail.

We know we can get through there.

Four days dry when we can make it to the river in two days

this way. Yeah, maybe.

We might spend a lot more than four days dry in this stuff.

I said we gotta make it to the river in two days.

You just find a way, that's all...

What's the matter?

Move out.

You sick?

What do you expect me to be doing,

singing and telling snappy jokes in a place like this?

Well, no, but I don't expect you

to act like a hammerheaded coyote with colic, either.

If you just did your job...

We're all doing our best, Mr. Favor.

It's your orders that brought us this way,

so don't blame somebody else if it's too tough for you.

Pete,

now, listen to me.

This is Mr. Favor.

Howdy. Who are you?

My name's Cord.

John Cord?

That's right.

This is my ramrod, Jose Becerra.

Uh, this is Pete Nolan, my scout.

Glad to meet you. You driving a herd near here?

I took my herd up to Abilene earlier this year.

I'm headed way back home.

Wish we'd could have come this way earlier.

Probably a lot easier. Must have been more water.

More water, yes. I wouldn't say it was easier even then.

Somebody told you to come through this way?

No, why?

Then can I ask why you're doing it?

I figures it'd save two days to water.

Your scout give you any argument on that?

One has got to decide the route.

Maybe you got another way.

I was surprised to find out you were bossing this herd.

Why? I always heard

you were a good cowman.

Got some complaint against me?

Yeah.

You're killing good beef.

Now, wait a minute, mister.

Keep out of it, Rowdy.

Go on.

You take a herd that size into that Malapie,

there goes the best part of them if not all of them.

Hurt them, cripple them.

Maybe you'll lose some men and horses too.

Shouldn't concern you.

It ought to concern you.

You won't save any time in that maze.

You might never reach water.

The regular trail's Malapie too.

Not any better than this, and the long way around.

But it's a trail and it goes through.

It's poor judgment to go wandering off into the badlands

without even knowing if there's a way through.

What is it? You trying to pick a fight?

I'm only trying to tell you you're making a bad mistake.

Look, mister, we don't need your advice.

It's bad manners to come in here...

I'm not interested in manners. I'm interested in the beeves.

I don't like to see them led into this kind of torture.

Well, this herd's my worry.

I'm the one who has to decide what to do with it.

So let's get back to it.

All right, then.

I'm sorry for the rest of you.

Rowdy, keep 'em moving.

Back to work.

What do you think?

Joe, I just don't figure it's time for anybody to think.

You know, them beeves are mighty footsore already.

Still a good ways to water.

Never seen any place as bad as this.

Almost like some other world.

Some dead place.

Pete,

you think maybe this fellow, Cord, might be right?

Well, you heard what he said as well as I did.

Who is he? You know him?

No, but I've heard of him often enough.

He's bossed a lot of drives.

Mostly over on the Goodnight-Loving Trail.

I never heard anything bad about him.

But then I never did about Mr. Favor, either.

I wonder what's gnawing at him.

Well, he's scared, for one thing.

And he's got a right to be.

Well, then, why don't he ask for some help?

Why don't he take advice?

Why don't you ask him? He's the boss.

Here's some coffee to warm you up.

Ought to have something in your stomach.

Why, thanks, Wish.

Say, look, I didn't mean to jump at you today.

Oh, that's all right.

Everybody's kind of jumpy.

You call that coffee?

Well, go ahead and drink it. It'll do you good.

What'd you put in that?

Just a tonic.

Something for what ails you.

What do you mean "what ails me"?

Well, something does.

You sure ain't been yourself lately.

Bitin' everybody's head off.

Maybe you're coming down with ague

is what I think.

Just keep your thinkin' to yourself.

I'm all right.

No, you ain't,

and it's time you admitted it.

Look, Mr. Favor, you ain't alone here.

You got friends.

Nobody's fightin' you, you know.

You oughta take some advice.

Look, you wanna take over the job?

Well, you ain't thinkin' very good,

and the way things are goin', ain't none of us,

man nor beast, gonna get out of these badlands alive.

Señor?

I hear it.

I told you we should not risk a fire.

I told you I'm not hiding from anybody. Let them come.

They have no honor. They will shoot you in the back.

Not with you facing me, Joe.

Besides, there's only one.

And he's making too much noise.

I've got a hunch who it is.

Hello there.

Come on in, Mr. Favor.

Sit down, Mr. Favor.

Coffee?

Ahem. You got anything stronger?

Mm-hm. I have a bottle of tequila.

Good. The stronger the better.

You look hot enough.

Thanks.

That what you came for?

Look,

you think you could get my herd through the river?

Now you got 'em deep in the Malapies

you want somebody to pull you out.

I'm asking you, do you think you could?

How about losing some beeves?

You've cost two extra days already.

You could do it?

I could.

All right, then do it.

What do you mean?

Just what I said.

Take 'em through to the river.

All the way, if you have to.

I got a tenth coming.

You can have a third of it,

half if you have to go all the way.

Why can't you give it to one of your own men

and save the money?

It's a trail that's new to us,

and it's a tough one.

I never heard of a trail boss quittin'

in the middle of drive,

as long as he could sit a saddle.

Especially if he was in trouble.

I'd like to know why.

Just take 'em through.

Well, what do you say?

No.

You want more?

No, I've made my year's wages already.

Well, what do you want, then?

Nothing.

I'd do it as a good turn for somebody I respected,

but you couldn't pay me.

I'm not asking you to do it for me.

What about all of your fine talk about the beef?

I said those steers were your concern.

Now you're asking me to pull you out.

I'm offering you a business proposition.

And I'm refusing it.

Thought there was something wrong with him.

He's got a fever.

Texas fever? Pox? Cholera?

I don't know. It's strange. What is it, Mr. Favor?

It's nothing to worry about. It's nothing catching.

What's wrong?

Come on. Tell us, man.

I took a hit in the war, a skull fracture,

and they warned me it might bother me someday.

Could mean brain fever, blindness, maybe worse.

Anyway, a man can't push a trail herd with half a mind.

How do you know that's what this is?

It's like they told me.

Bad headaches, everything blurry.

It's hard to think.

Could be just a bad fever.

No, I can't take the chance it'll get worse.

I need your help.

I'll have to be boss in complete charge.

Oh, all right.

More, with you around, the men won't accept me.

That's not the important thing. You've got to see a doctor.

Yeah, maybe it'll help.

Joe here will take you into Webberville.

There's a doctor there.

When you get well,

you can catch up.

Señor, do you think this is wise?

Maybe enough.

You'll be going right back to where they are.

I like that much better than waiting for them to catch me.

But I must be with you.

No, you take him into Webberville.

He'd never make it alone.

And stay around and see if he gets well or...

Then you can catch up.

Do you think these men will accept you as boss?

I've got to see to it that they do.

By the way, thanks.

Why? I'm doing it for the beeves.

Rowdy, what are you doing up at this hour?

This ain't your watch.

Well, if you're gonna be up before breakfast,

you can give me a hand.

What's going on here, Rowdy?

Mr. Favor ain't back yet?

It's almost morning. He ain't showed up yet.

That ain't like him, riding off like that.

He's probably out with a nighthawker.

No, none of the nighthawkers have seen him all night.

That's ain't like him. But then, he wasn't himself.

I didn't say anything about this, but I think he's sick.

Well, maybe he just went out to check the nighthawkers

and got lost.

Yeah, maybe he had an accident,

and he's out there hurt somewhere.

Well, now, wait a minute. No use going off half-cocked.

Rush out in these Malapies in the dark,

break a horse's leg, get ourselves...

Sh. Wait a minute.

That ain't a nighthawker coming from that direction.

Morning, men. Glad to see you're up early.

What are you doing here?

Better wake everybody up. I want an early start.

What are you talking about?

Just as I'm saying.

I'm taking over the herd.

Where's Mr. Favor?

He said you better do as good a job of ramrodding for me

as you did for him. And that goes for you too, Pete.

Nolan's the name.

I was going to fire you first thing,

until he told me how you argued with him

about going back and taking the regular trail.

You better get ready to ride.

You would, huh? Well, let me tell you,

you is going a little too fast for me.

You better tell me where Mr. Favor is.

We're 20 miles on toward Webberville.

You trying to say Mr. Favor left us

and turned the herd over to you?

That's right.

I don't believe that.

Wait. He was sick, wasn't he?

Yeah.

What do you mean, sick? Sick with what?

I don't know with what.

But sick enough he had to get to a doctor pretty quick.

That ain't like Mr. Favor.

He didn't hold much with doctors.

He never got so sick I couldn't fix him up

with a salt, a paregoric or tonic or something.

Nah, it don't seem like him to leave the herd.

Yeah, without telling anybody.

Maybe he thought he had something catchy.

To turn the head over to a plumb stranger.

No, I don't savvy.

I don't believe it. He could turn the herd over to me

or Pete maybe.

But what reason would he have to turn it over to you?

I guess it's reason enough for him, because that's what he did.

You want to see the papers he gave me?

The transit orders, the bills of sale, all the rest?

Yeah, I'd like to see 'em.

You coulda taken these papers off of him.

There's a lot of money in being a trail boss.

Not unless you get the cattle through.

And that's what we have to do.

Wait a minute, Cord.

Mr. Favor didn't even like you.

In fact, you came in here and insulted him,

and now you're gonna take the herd over?

You're crazy, mister.

You think fighting me is going to prove anything?

Even if you lick me?

There's maybe 40, maybe $50,000 worth of beef out there.

And somebody's got to take the responsibility

of getting it out of the death trap it's in

and across a good many more miles of the same to water.

And more than that, over hundreds of miles more,

for who knows what kind of country,

what kind of weather.

You want to accept that responsibility?

Any of the rest of you?

Well, Mr. Favor accepted it. That's why you took his orders.

And that's why you'll take mine.

Where's the cook?

Right here.

Feed everybody as fast as you can.

I want to get out by first light.

Your wagon in the lead.

One thing, mister.

Is he coming back?

Is he gonna be all right?

I don't know.

Move straight out and take the lead.

Set the pace as fast as the terrain will allow.

Do you mind telling us where we're going?

I don't mind telling you,

so long as it's understood I don't have to.

I want my order obeyed without argument and without question.

You've got yourselves deeper into this mess than I expected.

There are only two things to do.

One is to move back to last water.

That's two days.

Long ones.

And three more dry after that. At least.

It's only a day from water the way we're going now.

It'll be the longest day you ever spent,

especially the way you were going.

There is one other way that'll only take two days,

if we can get through.

Yeah, and that's two more days without water.

Four in all, about to rain.

You all know what that means.

Mr. Favor never had any trouble with us.

And I don't expect to.

You said if we get through.

If we decide to go that way, we'll just have to get through.

Well, when are you gonna decide?

I already have. We're not moving back. Save your water.

All right, move out.

Head for those peaks over there.

I'll be there shortly to lead the way.

Hyah!

Easy. Easy.

Now, look, we can't just go off and leave Mr. Favor.

You wanna go chasing into Webberville looking for him

and leave these cattle to die of thirst?

Let's wake him up. No, I don't want him pushed

off the bed ground.

Those 2-year-olds have started it,

always a few chuck wagon pullers.

The others can fall in after him.

That way they're gonna be all spread out.

Let 'em be a single file.

I don't want them bunched in this stuff.

Nobody but the wagon and Pete Nolan

with me on point.

Only three, maybe four on drag.

You figure the ones, Yates.

The rest of you, including swing.

The right flank strung out with them,

staggered on opposite sides.

It's up to you to keep them moving

while I find a way, understand?

Yeah. All right, let's go.

What do you think?

Well, I don't know what to think.

There's one thing sure:

We're making better time today.

Oh, it's going good this way.

Yeah, they know they're headed for water.

Well, maybe.

Lose steers this way, no swing riders.

Better to lose a few strays riding, than to get hung up.

No water. I found that bed ground like you said.

Pretty good grass, plenty of room for them to spread out.

I figure it'll be two-four with the way you're making time.

Looks like you're gonna make it. We'll make it.

Have you ever been over this way before?

Not exactly, but I betted there once.

Well, did you go down to the river from there?

Well, I don't see how,

because it sure looked rugged to me, and dangerous.

You afraid of a little danger?

That would all depend on the danger.

That wouldn't be Dragoon Crossing, would it?

You've heard of it.

Yeah, but they want us to stay away from it.

Said the Bates Gang are holding it

and demanding tribute for anybody trying to cross.

Taking 5 cents a head for cattle.

They asked me ten.

Did you pay it? Would you?

Well, that also would depend.

On whether your men are willing to back you?

Mine were.

You had to fight.

Didn't take a fight... then.

Had more men than this. Had 'em outnumbered.

What about these men?

They'd have done it for Mr. Favor.

I don't know about you.

Well, I tell you, I never woulda believed it.

You bet. We came a long way through that stuff today.

You gotta hand it to Cord.

He sure knows his business, all right.

Why don't you keep your ideas to yourself?

Now, look, Rowdy, I'm not saying no bad against Mr. Favor.

He's a great boss too. He's our boss.

Remember that, will you?

Well, of course. But giving Cord his due

don't cost Mr. Favor nothing.

Ain't no good saying he don't know his business.

You're forgetting how Cord run 'em down.

That's true, he did.

Well, maybe he was right.

I mean Mr. Favor wasn't himself.

He was sick and he made a mistake.

Sure. Anybody can make a mistake.

What are you doing, sticking up for that jasper?

He's getting the herd to water.

And he ain't so bad.

Ah, he ain't hard to get along with...

for a while.

Sure, just till Mr. Favor gets back.

How do you know he's gonna get back?

How do you know Cord didn't do something with him?

There's a lot of money in being a trail boss.

Now, Rowdy, I don't think Cord's that kind.

He wouldn't do that.

You don't know that. No one around here knows that.

Pete, what do you think?

I'd say Cord's all right.

He's a good cowman that's for certain.

So that makes him my kind of people.

Sure settled a lot of doubt in my mind.

Well, it ain't Cord I'm worried about.

Then what?

Tomorrow we're going down to the river,

over some of the roughest trail we have ever been over.

That ain't all.

When we get there it's Dragoon Crossing.

Oh.

That settles it.

That means either pay or fight.

And I'm not gonna fight for Cord.

We'll let them graze here for a while in the morning.

The grass is fresher, probably even some moisture.

Wishbone will lead up and we let them fall in themselves.

Just like this morning.

Only it's very important we keep them strung out,

especially when they got the smell of water.

You don't need to pretend you didn't hear me, Cord.

I ain't gonna fight for you.

That so?

That's right.

You could of told us we were going to the Dragoon Crossing.

You know what that means.

And what would you've done?

Gone back the other way?

Well, I ain't gonna fight for you, mister.

At 10 cents a head that'll come to around $300.

It'll have to come out of your wages.

You figure you can raise that much among you?

Buy yourselves out of a fight?

We can't do that, Rowdy.

Maybe they won't even be there.

Maybe there won't even be a fight at all.

Maybe not, but if they are?

What would Mr. Favor have done?

Well, there must be another crossing somewhere.

It's too late for that and you know it.

You lead us right into a trap.

Anybody who doesn't want to go

down to the river with me tomorrow,

you can get out right now.

Take your things and get out.

That goes for all of you.

But if you go you don't come back.

And I think Mr. Favor'd agree to that.

If you stay you got to be prepared

to do whatever has to be done.

Oh, I meant to say good work today.

All of you.

Well, how am I gonna feed those nighthawkers

if somebody don't go relieve them?

I am hurt.

Señor.

Señor.

Are you all right?

Uh, Jose.

You are feeling much better.

No, señor?

Must have been a nightmare.

The medicine the doctor gave you is working fine.

By tomorrow you will feel much better.

Medicine?

Hmm. It was not what you told us.

It was not your head.

It was a fever that made your head hurt.

Oh, a bad case.

But nothing to worry about now.

Good, I can get back to work.

No. 2 or 3 days maybe. Better to rest first.

Señor Cord will take care of cattle.

Now I fix you something hot. All right amigo?

Yeah.

Uh...

Hey, wait.

That ain't Cord.

Hey, you.

Come on.

Where's Cord?

In the river.

Cord is where the herd is.

Who are you?

Nevermind.

That must be the herd we saw in the Malaby, hey, Billy Joe?

Likely was.

Well, ain't that good news.

Let's go.

Served bacon...

Get...

to...

Cord.

They will shot him.

In the back.

Ugh.

Yates, we're gonna have to watch them close today.

When they smell water, it may be a job to hold them in.

Yates,

I admire your loyalty to Mr. Favor.

I expect the same loyalty from my own ramrod.

But a drover can have only one first loyalty,

that is to the job he has been trusted with.

Look, I don't need any lesson from you.

You know,

you'll make somebody a good ramrod.

Maybe Mr. Favor, but not me.

What's that mean, you're firing me?

Not yet. I'll need you today.

After that we'll see.

Yeah, well, I'll quit first.

That's the thing about you I don't like.

Now, you better ride up ahead with Nolan

and see the trail we have to take.

You'll be better prepared to handle it.

Giddap.

Just looks impossible.

Yeah, well, we'll have to herd 'em through single file

or they'll shove themselves off the cliff.

Yeah, and with the smell of water coming up to them,

they're really gonna be pushing and crowding.

Cord's right, we'll have to hold them back

and let a few down at a time.

Some trail boss, leading us to this.

Well, he thinks it can be done.

Well, we'll see about that.

Just rest easy, mister,

and you'll be all right.

A fellow by the name of Cord with your outfit?

All right.

I guess he must be or you wouldn't mind saying "no".

And that's the good news I'm after.

Yeah.

He must be one of the Bates' gang.

And you hear what he said about good news?

That must mean Cord's mixed up with him,

working for him or something.

Now, Rowdy. Why not? It fits.

Look, he takes Mr. Favor's herd over

and then leads us down here to get wiped out.

It's as simple as that.

No, Rowdy, I don't believe that.

Cord's not that kind.

I don't know why you can't see that.

Or maybe I do see.

Maybe it because Mr. Favor trusted Cord

with the herd instead of you. Is that it?

Well, I walked away from Cord long enough.

When you get at the top of the cliff,

pull aside and help to turn them in.

Nolan or Yates will be there to show you.

Looks like one of 'em coming now.

I wanna talk to you mister.

It'll have to wait.

Right now.

Rowdy, they're getting the water smell.

They're getting hard to hold.

That's all right, let them go.

Better to lose them that way than to the Bates' gang.

I don't intend to lose them any way.

Oh, that's right. You don't want to lose 'em, do you?

At least not your share of them.

Rowdy, what are you accusing him of?

I'm accusing him of being in partnership with Bates,

that's what.

Why, that's nonsense.

Yates, I'm ordering you to get back to work.

And I have never had to give an order twice.

Not until we know how is giving the orders here.

I've never had to hit a man to make my decisions stick.

And I'm not gonna start now.

You have as long as it takes you to get in the saddle

and get back to work or get out.

Look out. They are starting to run.

They're heading for the cliff.

Whoa, whoa. Hold it.

Whoa.

Yeah! Yeah, whoa.

Whoa, whoa, yeah. Whoa, yeah.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Whoa. Whoa.

Could have been killed.

Could of swept him right off of that cliff.

Now, that ain't a man

who's thinking only the money they'll bring.

Giddap.

All right, we can't hold them here, let's start them down.

You start at the top turn them.

Right.

Nolan, get down there and help Cord, will you.

Right.

Quin.

Get every man up here.

We'll need every man to keep them in line.

Will do.

Hold them up here.

We can't hold them here long.

They smell that water.

Yates.

Yeah.

We're done now. You want to go, you can go.

What, you're firing me?

You said you'd quit first.

This is more my herd than it is yours, mister.

You didn't care much about them back there.

Yeah, well, I ain't quitting.

You gonna take my orders?

That's right.

All right, here's my first:

You pick out the six men least able to fight.

The seven of you stay here and hold back that herd.

Stay here?

The rest of you go down to the river with me.

Wait. Look. It's Mr. Favor.

Hi, boss, how are you?

Nice to see you again.

You all right?

Yeah, I'm all right.

You don't look so hot though.

What's wrong?

I'm glad you're back.

Rowdy thinks Cord's in cahoots with the Bates' boys.

That so?

You all right? Enough to be here.

Well, it wasn't what you thought?

No.

Good news.

I got some bad news too though.

Jose's dead. Bates' boys.

Billy Joe. As a matter of fact,

the Bates' boys are waiting to ambush you

in that big clump of sycamores

down by the river right now.

Guess I go down.

You men stay here.

You don't think you're going down there alone, do you?

It's a private fight.

That's all right in a fair fight but this sure ain't.

They got a whole gang waiting for you down there.

Besides, it is my business.

They probably wouldn't even be here

if I hadn't talked too much.

It's me they want.

They'll let the rest of you through.

We'll all go down there together.

The deal was I was to take the herd to the river

or all the way if you didn't show up.

I haven't handed you back your beeves yet.

Well, I hate to take my own orders but...

Mr. Cord is still in charge till we get to the river.

Give me 10 minutes.

What's all this about?

Cord came through earlier this year with a herd.

He refused to pay tribute to the Bates' boys.

He didn't give them a fight then because he had a full crew.

When he came back through Webberville

he only had one man with him,

so they pushed him into a fight.

Uncle Bates died.

So the brothers ever since

have only had one thing on their mind:

to get Cord.

Pete.

You take Quince and Scarlet.

Give them some coverage over there.

All right. Hey, wait a minute boss, ah,

let me do it, will you?

All right.

Cory.

First shot, I pull this trigger.

You might get me.

But I promise you not before I get Cory right between the eyes.

All right. Put down your guns.

Cory, turn around.

Back up.

Back up, Cory.

Tell them to drop their guns.

Lay them down, all of you.

Billy Joe.

Tell them to lay them down like I say.

Lay them down!

Now, get out.

Get on your horses and move out.

You too.

This time.

Thanks.

Go on. Get that team to water.

Probably, ah, lot of things I should say, Mr. Cord.

Well, I'm...

I'll just say this: anytime Mr. Favor decides to quit,

I'd sure try and sign on with you.

I'm used to an older ramrod.

Well, now, I-I'd ride anywhere you'd put me.

Well, I might just do that myself.

That's right.

Thanks, boys.

Gotta remember.

Fine lot of beeves.

Better condition you'd expect, after all they've been through.

Guess you could say the same about you.

I guess you could.

Oh, where will I find you?

Find me?

For the money I owe you.

For the last two days, I should pay you.

What a crazy business.

Just don't make sense.

I'm gonna quit and go back east one of these days.

I swear.

Let me know when you do.

Hm?

I'd like to hire your crew, every man.

You're showing even better sense then I figured you'd have.

They're good.

I don't know why they stay with you.

Matter of fact, I don't either.

I'll be going.

Well, thanks.

I got them all ready there.

Good beeves.

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' ♪