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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!

Whenever you hear a fella telling

about how he rode with a trail herd

of 5, 10,000 steers,

you can call him a liar.

The most any crew can handle and keep safe

is about 3,000, the size of this herd.

Through the hazards of weather, terrain,

stampedes, and Indian raids, that's plenty.

Then there's the remuda, the extra horses.

That's maybe the most valuable part of the herd,

and the most vulnerable.

Put that many animals together, they spell trouble,

and it's my trouble.

Gil Favor's the name. Trail boss.

What are you doing here?

Who are you?

Oh, you're not gonna say

who you... Ow!

Hold it!

No, you don't, you filthy...

What happened?

You hurt bad?

Stranger in camp.

What was he up to?

What did he look like?

It was a boy.

A boy?

Yeah, no more than 12, I'd say.

He was sneaking around here looking in everybody's face.

But he was not alone, Señor Favor.

What do you mean?

There were others out there, in the dark.

I saw them too.

Well, what were they? Indians or what?

I don't know. They were gone before I could make them out.

No, this wasn't an Indian kid.

Well, we'll double the guard.

You all better get out there

and quiet those beeves down.

Hoo, cattle, cattle, hoo.

Hoo, hoo, cattle.

Hoo, cattle.

Settle down, now.

If you had brain one in your head,

you know nobody's gonna hurt you.

Hoo, cattle!

What happened in there?

Had some visitors. You see anything?

Saw a couple riders through there,

but I don't think they got near camp.

It's over by the remuda. Probably after the horses.

Indians? No, no.

We'll keep a double watch until morning, though.

Keep your eyes open!

Rowdy?

You figure they'll be back?

I don't know. Must've scared them off.

Well, all the same, I'm glad it's almost morning.

Yeah.

No, they were after the horses, all right.

It's probably Indians. Small raiding party.

Seven or eight of them came in from both sides.

What about the boy? What was he doing in our camp?

Sure you weren't just seeing things, Jim?

Uh, you know, dreaming?

Does this look like a dream?

I don't know. A small man, maybe, but a boy?

What would a white boy be doing with Indians?

Could be it was an Indian.

Horse thieves around here?

Mr. Favor, look here.

Awful small boot print.

There, I told you.

Let's track them down if we can.

Mr. Favor, can I come along?

Oh. Come on. Wishbone, get ready to move out.

We should be back shortly.

Horse's tracks over here.

Unshod.

Well, white men can ride unshod ponies too, you know.

Maybe they met the kid here.

Yeah, probably in that thicket.

Maybe hiding from them.

Maybe he's still there.

Gimme that back, that's mine!

All right, easy. Easy.

Quite a pistol for a half-pint like you.

Anybody ever tell you

kids ain't supposed to be carrying a gun?

Yeah, you could hurt somebody with a horse pistol like that.

You already have.

It was an accident.

I ought to turn you over my knee.

Just try, mister.

Say, boy, um, what were you doing

coming and sneaking into our camp like that?

I didn't steal nothing.

Didn't say you did.

Why, was you fixing to?

Anyways, I didn't.

Not even nothing to eat.

What, are you hungry, boy?

Oh, don't worry about me none. I know how to get along.

Just you gimme back my pistol.

You figuring on pulling a holdup?

I figure to get me a rabbit.

Dang, you figure on holding up some rabbits

with this blunderbuss.

I can do it.

Anyways, it's all I got.

All alone, are you?

Maybe you better tell me all about it.

What do you mean?

Now, you weren't alone last night.

Who were the others?

I don't know. Honest, mister.

I didn't even know there was anybody till after.

I heard them riding away,

and then they all come right past here.

Are you trying to tell me

you're all alone out in the plains here?

I am. At least I am now.

I was traveling with some horse traders last few days,

but I left them last night

after I seen your herd yesterday.

Horse traders? What horse traders?

From Colorado and going to Missouri.

The boss is a fellow they call Nick Mesa.

Well, that explains a bit of it.

Yeah.

Well, who's...? Who's Nick Mesa?

Probably the biggest horse thief on the plains.

Doesn't even bother with single horses.

Steals whole herds.

Quite an operation, though.

At least, smart enough not to have been caught yet.

So you come into our camp all alone, did you, boy?

I did, I swear.

If that was him last night,

I didn't know anything about it.

I left them making camp on the other side of the ridge.

All right.

Let's keep going.

What are you gonna do?

Take you back to Nick Mesa.

There they are.

Better show your rifles, barrels up.

There's healthier things

than riding into a horse thieves' camp.

Gimme mine.

When are you gonna learn? Guns ain't for kids.

Yeah, we don't need any help, sonny.

And you let me do the talking, will you?

You don't give me my gun, what choice have I got?

Nick, look here.

Let them come on in.

Don't worry, Greb, I can handle them.

There's only four of them.

If it's a fight they want, we can give them plenty.

That's far enough, right there.

Hello, Nick,

Wow. Jeff Barkley.

You can relax, all of you.

Come on in, Jeff. Feel welcome.

I see you found the boy.

Was wondering what happened to him

after he did out last night.

Nick, this is my boss, Mr. Favor.

Rowdy Yates, Pete Nolan. This is Nick Mesa.

Howdy.

You must be with the herd we saw over the ridge yesterday.

Well, any friend of Barkley's a friend of mine.

Oh, I didn't know that.

Didn't realize Jeff was friends with horse, uh... traders.

Some folks could ire right easy at the way you said "traders."

Sounded almost like you meant "thieves."

But I don't ire easy.

I got nothing to hide and nothing to apologize for.

No harm meant, Nick.

No?

Maybe you better watch the company you keep.

Maybe you ain't as welcome here as I thought.

What did you come here for?

I'm just curious.

I'd heard so much about you all these years.

Sure.

Well, now you see me. You can get going.

There's something else I'm curious about.

Yeah? How many horses you got?

That's quite a herd.

You pick them all up in Colorado, uh, trading?

That's right.

And now you're shipping them to Missouri for sale,

where they couldn't be, uh, identified

by anybody who you traded with.

You see any of your brand?

No, thanks to the boy here.

What do you mean?

Mightn't you have some unshod ponies in there,

ones that could pass off as Indian ponies?

What are you driving at, Mr. Favor?

You don't know?

If you're accusing me of trying to steal your horses,

you better change the tune quick.

First place, if I wanted to trade, I'd have traded.

Maybe.

Sure I would.

But if somebody stole on you, I wanna know about it.

How about it, Jeff?

Well, somebody did, Nick,

sometime earlier this morning, before dawn.

Might have been Comanches.

Well, if there's Comanches about,

I'm glad to hear about it.

Nothing they like better than to get at my herd.

But I ain't sure it was Comanches.

I ain't sure I care about what you ain't sure about.

I got all the horses I can handle now.

I ain't done any trading for weeks.

I can take your word for that.

That's right. And my word's good.

It's true, Mr. Favor.

All right, let's keep it that way.

Just remember,

I'm not interested in trading any of my strain.

All right, Joey, you can get down now.

Huh? You ain't gonna leave me?

Well, this is where you come from.

Oh, no, you don't. I had my fill of him.

Why? What'd he do?

Nothing. Nothing wrong with him. He's an all-right kid.

Kids don't fit in with my plans now.

I was gonna drop him soon anyway.

What are you suggesting we do, just leave him out here alone?

Well, that's not my worry.

Somebody's gotta worry about him.

He can't make it by himself.

I can so. Let me down.

Shut up and stay here.

You prepared to take him over, Rowdy?

Well... nobody else is gonna.

All right, boy.

If you wanna be the papa

he's been looking all over Texas for,

good riddance.

Just remember, no trading.

Don't tempt me, Mr. Favor.

All right, son, you've put us off long enough.

You's gots some explaining to do.

Now, let him eat. Let him eat, he's hungry.

I ain't gonna let him starve to death.

What did this fella Nick Mesa mean

about you looking for your pa?

Is that why you were in our camp?

Well, why our camp?

All I know about him,

he's with some trail herd coming up from Texas.

So ever since Ma died,

I've been traveling around, looking.

Well, uh, what's his name?

I don't know.

You don't know?

Well, what's your name?

Joey Gardner, but it ain't the same.

Mr. Gardner's my stepfather.

He married my ma after Pa left us.

And you don't know his name.

Ma never talked about him. She was mad at him.

Well, what'd he look like?

I never saw him. You never saw him?

Well, how did you ever expect to recognize him?

I don't know.

I guess...

I just hope...

Maybe I'd recognize him.

Maybe he looks like me or something.

I don't know.

Tell me, son.

Why'd you run away from me, then?

I guess I just got scared.

You looked at me so mean.

I'm sorry I shot you.

Well, we've lost enough time already.

Better get started to move out.

I can help, Mr. Favor. I can ride, I'll earn my way.

Now, look, Joey.

You're just going to the next town and that's all.

Understand?

Till then you can help Hey Soos wrangle the remuda.

Yes, sir.

Finish eat, then come.

Uh, Joey, you don't, uh...

You don't have any clues at all

about, uh, what your old man looks like, huh?

Just a few.

Uh, Ma said once that he has a scar on his neck

right under his left ear slanting down and forward.

And I heard Mr. Gardner say he was in prison once.

And I know his initials. G.F.

Well, don't look at me.

I ain't his pa.

I ain't got no scar.

And, uh, there's two men on the crew

with the initials. Uh, Gus French and George Fuller.

Ain't neither of them got a scar on their neck.

Probably changed the name anyway.

Being in prison and using a traveling name, maybe.

I know. Could be anybody.

Whatever made you figure it was this herd, anyway?

I didn't. I'll just try them all.

I tried a lot of them already.

Well, I guess you're out of luck this time too, Joey.

Maybe I'll never find him.

Ah, of course you will. Don't give up yet.

See you later.

Gee, I'd like my pa to be somebody like Rowdy.

Uh, yeah...

Uh, come on. I'll see you get a mount.

Hyah! Yahoo!

Hi, Rowdy.

Hi, Joey.

Hey Soos, how's he doing?

Best wrangler I've had since the start

See, I told you I'd earn my way.

Well, if only... Too bad you don't like the work.

I like it.

But I'd rather be working with you.

Well, we'll wait till you get a little more experience, huh?

But Mr. Favor said I could only stay

till we get to the next town.

Yeah, that's right.

Rowdy, you think you might change his mind?

Well, I don't know. I... I wouldn't count on it.

We'll see, huh?

He's a great kid, but I don't know.

What do you mean?

I don't know. It don't make sense, Rowdy,

the way he showed up looking for his pa.

It looks to me like a trap.

What are you talking about? He's only 12 years old.

I mean, something Nick Mesa cooked up.

Ha! Ho.

Barkley.

I been looking for you.

Nick.

What are you doing here?

Well, we're laying off for a day or two.

Resting the herd. Got good grass.

Thought I'd mosey over and take a look at this remuda

that Mr. Favor's so worried about me trading from.

You ain't gonna try for it, are you, Nick?

I told you the truth.

I got more than I can handle now.

Had a real good spring round up in Colorado.

Good pickings.

Do well this trip.

That's fine, because, uh,

Mr. Favor's remuda is only average.

And besides, he'd probably put up a fight.

Ah, forget Mr. Favor.

Let's talk about you.

How are you coming along?

Oh, can't complain.

Quite a come down for you, punching cows.

It's a living.

You was considered some punk in Colorado.

That what jail did for you? Scared you?

Taught me some things don't pay.

I make them pay, and so could you.

I feel I owe you something.

No, it wasn't your fault I was caught, Nick.

Well, you were working for me.

You lost five years of your life because of me.

I figure you got something good coming to you.

From me.

I don't want it that way anymore.

See, I figure on going into ranching,

and I'm saving up a stake.

I'll pay you a lot more than Favor will

for that whole drive on into Missouri.

A lot more.

And after that, if you want, you can be a partner.

Horse thieving, huh?

Trading.

We'll gather some stock around Missouri and Kansas

and head them back over to Colorado.

For sale.

I don't think so, Nick.

I didn't like territorial prison.

Things like that don't happen anymore.

I'm big now, Jeff.

No.

No, I... I... I don't wanna run out on the drive.

Mr. Favor's been decent to me.

You know where I'm camped.

I'll be there another day.

Hyah!

Where's, uh, Barkley?

Back there!

Barkley, you ain't being paid for sleeping in the saddle.

Sorry, Mr. Favor,

I was thinking of something. Think on your own time.

You're to be hunting strays. Yes, sir.

Hey, was, uh, anybody else up here with you?

What makes you think there was?

Just asked.

No, nobody. Don't let that dreaming

interfere with strays wandering under your nose.

Now, look, Mr. Favor. You quit riding me.

Riding you?

Well, you have been some.

Well, if I have, you had some of it coming.

You ain't exactly the most conscientious hand I got.

Well, maybe that ain't my ambition.

Maybe that's the trouble.

It hasn't been hard to see

you don't think much of being a drover.

Look, Jeff, as long as you're taking

the responsibility of the job,

why not do it right?

Responsibility, what for? For the peanuts you pay me?

You got a way of making it faster, you're welcome.

Maybe I do.

Yeah, but legal?

Now, what do you mean "legal"?

Well, I just said it.

A man don't say that for no reason at all.

What's the matter, somebody in this crew see me before?

Somebody told you something? Told me what?

That's why you been riding me.

Somebody told you I been in prison?

Prison? I didn't know that, Jeff.

Sure you do. You're just like the rest of them.

You won't give a man a chance to live it down.

So I fired off five shots, and five Indians went down!

But there was one more coming on,

and I was out of bullets.

So it was hand-to-hand.

Knives, right there on the edge of that precipice.

One false move and we was both goners.

So there we was.

Me and the biggest Injun you ever saw.

And it was some fight.

First it was me on top, and then it was him.

All afternoon.

Then you know what happened?

What happened?

That Indian killed me.

That a humdinger, Joey?

Hey, Wish! I hear old Jim Bridger used to tell it better.

Well, he'd better. It's his story.

Happened to him.

Didn't happen to him, either.

Uh, speaking of Indians,

we'll still ride double guard all night tonight.

Especially on the remuda.

Well, now, do you think they'll come back for us?

White or red? Don't matter.

You see anything, shoot it.

Well, old-timer, it's about time for you

to hit the bedroll, isn't it?

You had a pretty big day.

Nah, I'm all right.

Hey Soos, which guard do I take?

Well, señor, there is most danger

just before the dawn.

That is when the sharpest eye is needed:

On the last watch.

All right, you be sure to wake me.

Sí, sí, I will.

What a kid.

Looking for his pa in a place as big as Texas.

Yeah, can you imagine a daddy leaving a kid like that?

Be something to settle a man down,

raising a sprout like that.

Hey, did you find yourself a nice soft spot here, Joey?

This all right?

Yeah, sure. Any place here.

I'll give you a blanket out of the wagon.

Oh, thanks.

Where are you gonna sleep?

I'll be right over there.

Hm, that's good.

Rowdy?

Yeah?

You got a scar under your left ear?

Well, you see one, Joey?

What are your initials?

Your real initials?

Hey, Joey, uh...

You know...

You know, of everyone on this drive,

I'm the last one that could be your father.

Twelve years ago, you know,

I wasn't any bigger than you are right now.

Sure, I understand.

Shucks, I guess it don't matter much.

I mean... Well...

Sometimes I think I been looking so long.

It doesn't seem to do no good.

Well, you're gonna find him one of these days.

I don't know.

Maybe I haven't even got a pa.

I mean, maybe he's dead or something.

And maybe I just ought to

pick out a fella I like and...

And what?

Kind of make him my pa.

I mean, be partners like that.

If it's all right with him.

Oh, yeah. Well, that's...

That's a good idea, Joey.

Any... Any fella would be real proud.

But, uh, you know, I think you ought to wait a little longer.

I really do. You... You know, you're...

You're gonna run into the real article.

And when you do, it's, uh...

Well, that's gonna be a lot better,

having a real pa, don't you think?

Rather than a secondhand one?

I don't know. Maybe so.

Sure it is.

You go ahead and get some sleep, huh?

Come on, you... You hit the sack,

and I'll, uh, wake you when it's time, huh?

Good night. Good night.

I wish there was something we could do for that kid.

Yeah. Like what?

Well, help him find his pa, or whatever.

That's a big order.

Howdy, son.

Bedding down all right?

Yes, sir.

Here.

Use my bedroll for a pillow.

I'll be riding night hawk for a while.

Well, I'll be taking the next watch when you come in,

and you can use mine.

Thanks.

How's your arm?

Oh, it's all right. Don't hardly hurt anymore.

That's good.

What's this?

Hm? What?

On your hat band.

Oh, that's my pa's initials on Navajo silver.

It's the only thing of his I got.

Ma gave it to me a long time ago.

Where was that?

Out in Colorado. Pueblo.

What was your ma's name?

Hazel. For her eyes, she used to say.

Hazel.

How old are you, son?

Twelve. Well, not quite.

But I will be in September.

September, 12 years ago.

Something happen to you then too, mister?

Yeah, something happened to me.

Something bad?

Did you ever see your pa?

Did your ma ever tell you anything about him?

She always used to cry whenever she started.

But I heard Mr. Gardner say once that he was in prison, my pa.

Don't know why.

Guess he must've done something wrong.

But he got out,

and then I heard he was working trail rides

out of Texas.

That's why I come here when...

Your ma died?

Last winter.

So there was nothing for me to stay for,

with Mr. Gardner not liking me much.

Hazel.

Do you know my mother, mister?

Huh? Uh...

I don't think so.

Uh, what was her full name?

Hazel Gardner.

Hazel Millence was her name when she was a little girl.

What's your name, mister?

Hm? Um, Jeff Barkley.

And that's, uh, J.B. not G.F.

Seen anything?

Nothing? All's quiet.

Who's that?

It's Barkley.

He sure ain't what you'd call a real wide-awake night hawk.

He's acting like he's a million miles away.

He ain't, but what he's thinking is.

You supposed to be riding gun?

Come on, let's stay awake, get moving.

Look, Mr. Favor.

I, uh...

I wanna draw my pay.

What for?

Well, I'm going. I'm quitting.

Not because I been riding you?

That's right.

I've had about enough of it.

Come on, what's the real reason?

I've got other plans.

You signed on for the whole drive.

You know, I don't have to pay you off

unless you got a real good reason for quitting.

I know.

And that don't bother you?

You must have a pretty good reason.

That'd be none of your business.

You didn't run into Nick Mesa out there today

by any chance, did you?

Now, look, Mr. Favor. I could have just left.

Where'd you say you knew Nick? From Colorado, wasn't it?

Did he have anything to do with you going to prison?

What's that matter?

It matters.

It's my business, nobody else's.

Something else I've been wondering about.

I thought so.

What's your real name, Jeff?

I'm gonna get my gear.

Anything, boss?

He ain't riding guard anymore.

Jeff?

Time for me to go on watch?

Not yet, boy. You go back to sleep.

Where are you going with your saddlebags and all?

Never mind.

Uh...

I'm sorry, boy. I...

I gotta be moving.

That's the way I am.

Bye, Joey.

He's running out on us, Joey.

What do you mean, Mr. Favor?

Just what I said.

Now, look, Mr. Favor, let it go.

And just don't try to stop me.

If you won't take care of things,

I won't make you.

You won't what, Mr. Favor?

What are you talking about?

Now, don't start anything.

You... You got a scar on your neck.

Right under your left ear.

Slanting down and forward.

You...

You're him.

You're my pa.

Joey...

Look, Joey...

I never knew about you.

Joey, your mother never told me.

I went to prison and I didn't even know about you.

As soon as she told me, she never wanted to see me again.

But you're going away.

Well, don't you see, Joey? It's too late.

You don't want me.

I can't explain, but it's too late, Joey.

I can't explain.

Pa...

Wait a minute, Joey.

Wait a minute. Joey,

maybe you're well rid of him. I'm going after him.

I'm afraid it wouldn't do much good, Joey.

I'm going anyways.

Look, why not let it wait till morning?

He'll just be over at Nick Mesa's.

Now, look, old-timer.

Remember what you said about

maybe picking somebody out, you know,

and being partners with them?

And, you know, calling him "Pa."

Well, I'd be real proud if... If you'd...

Once you see, you always know it wasn't true.

I gotta take my turn at night hawking.

Look, you don't have to.

Yeah, sure he does.

Hey, fellas!

Here, señor.

Joey!

Joey? Here!

You all right, old-timer?

It was Indians. I think Hey Soos hit one of them.

You see who it was?

No, señor. Somebody hit me from behind.

I was dizzy.

It was a bunch of dark figures howling like Comanches.

Well, anybody can howl.

I know I... I fired at one of them, but I don't know.

They got the remuda. We still got the night string.

Scarlet, you hold the herd with the regular crew.

I'll take the rest of them and go after them.

Where to? I'd say Nick Mesa's to be first.

No, Mr. Favor, it was Indians. I saw them.

Maybe you were a little excited, Joey.

No, I saw them.

You sure it wasn't Nick Mesa with Jeff Barkley, maybe?

No, I saw them.

Don't you believe me, Mr. Favor?

Sure, Joey.

It doesn't matter.

We'll track down whoever it was.

Bailey, bring in the extra guards.

Rowdy, get the night string ready.

Hey, Joey?

Hey, Joey.

Where is he?

He's gone. Hey, Joey!

We can't let him run off like that in the middle of the night.

No telling what'll happen to him.

You wanted to go after his father.

He's probably heading for Nick Mesa's.

No, he said there were Indians,

and there's Indians between him and Nick Mesa.

Well, we'll find out, because we're heading for Nick's.

Well, Mr. Favor.

You're too early for breakfast.

What do you want? Our horses.

Somebody steal your precious remuda?

Even with a double guard?

Now, don't tell me you don't know anything about it.

And I'm telling you you've come to the wrong place.

Unless you want to buy a replacement horse.

In that case, I'd be willing to sell.

What are you gonna do, give me your word again?

I'll do better. Go ahead, look through my herd.

See if you find anything of yours.

He's telling you the truth, Mr. Favor. I wouldn't lie to you.

And I'm telling you frankly, Mr. Favor,

I don't like this any better than you do.

If there are Comanches around here, nobody's safe.

Looks like the kid was right.

Yeah, what about the kid?

What about him?

He took off.

We don't know if he rode or ran.

But we figured he'd be heading for here.

You don't suppose he went trailing the Comanches?

Be just like him.

Trying to prove his old man wasn't a thief.

Old man?

You?

It'll be daylight soon.

We'd better get after him.

Wait...

Spread out and look sharp.

Hey, boss.

There's some blood on the ground here.

Maybe Joey was right.

Hey Soos must have hit somebody.

Mr. Favor, over here.

It's Joey's boot track.

Joey's down there.

I'm going with you.

Yeah, glad to hear it.

Cover them.

Cover them good.

Let's go!

Joey!

Joey? Joey!

Here!

You all right, boy? Huh?

Yeah, I guess so.

Pa?

Pa?

You're crying.

Joe,

Joey, I... I'm sorry.

For crying? No.

No. For walking out on you.

Can you forgive me, boy?

Pa.

Now, uh, you didn't say, uh,

what brought you by this way.

I never could resist fighting an Injun.

Been having that kind of fun for a long time.

Maybe I made a mistake.

Mistake?

Well, beat myself out of a customer.

I see you got your remuda back.

I, uh, do owe you some thanks.

Oh, no.

I was looking out for my own interests.

You know, a man could just trust you.

You still don't think you can trust me.

Not around a horse.

You're just like an Indian.

You're the first to understand that.

I grew up with them. I learned their ways.

To them, horse-stealing is a way to gain prestige.

You feel that way about it too?

Well, it's the only thing I know well enough

to make my pile.

I'd sure hate to catch you trading at my remuda.

Because I'd sure hate to take a shot at you.

I might hate that too.

Mr. Favor.

I guess we'll be leaving you here.

Oh, yeah? You and who?

Me and Joey.

My son.

The son you ran out on?

But you don't... No, no.

He's got a right to say that to me, Joey.

You see, I lost my head.

I was scared and I thought maybe I wasn't fit to raise you.

All those years I spent in prison,

they sort of knocked all the decent sense

out of my head.

And I got kind of mixed up.

Well, I'm not explaining it too good, but...

I think you are.

Anyway, I think I got some of that decent sense back now.

I got a stake in the bank down home, Mr. Favor.

I've had my eye on a place in the Brazos

and I'd kind of like to get settled before summer ends.

Well, I hate losing two goods hands,

but I think we can scrape together the pay you got coming.

No, no, no, you don't owe me a cent, Mr. Favor.

It's more like I owed you.

If you need us, Mr. Favor, we'll be glad to stay on

till the end of the drive, won't we, Pa?

You do like your Pa says, Joey.

You get settled before winter sets in.

We'll miss you, though.

You ain't sore.

I mean, Pa's my real pa.

Well, that's better than a secondhand one anytime, Joey.

You be sure to stop in and see us

whenever you're down in the Brazos.

Just ask for Geoffrey Faulkner and son.

Well, you can count on that.

That's Geoffrey, with a G.

A real nice kid.

That is if you like kids, you know?

Yeah.

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 waitin' 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!