All language subtitles for Rawhide - 3X12 - Incident At The Top Of The World

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!

Is that what we
left the trail for?

That's it.

Gettin' downright nippy.

An hour ago, it's like summer,

all of a sudden, it's December.

Yeah, and that's
just the beginning.

Whew, I come into a
lot of dust storms before,

nothin' this cold.

I don't even know what they
call them up here in Kansas.

Down home, it would
be a Texas norther.

Oh, we got one trail
scout in a thousand.

Yeah. We sure are
lucky to have Mr. Nolan.

Oh, shut up.

Well, I was just agreeing
with what you said.

You ain't even
heard what I said,

because I ain't
finished saying it yet.

Ain't one trail scout in a
thousand could talk a trail boss

into bringing an entire
herd up into these hills

where everybody's
gonna freeze to death.

Yup, I guess Mr. Nolan,
he sure is one in a thousand,

ain't he?

Oh, put the coffee on the
fire, before it freezes solid.

Mr. Wishbone was saying
we got one scout in a thousand.

That's what he was
sayin', Mr. Rowdy.

You know, I never saw no
signs of a norther yesterday.

Well, when I was 20
miles up ahead of the herd,

I sure felt it. What
are we doing up here?

You figure the storm's
going to go around us?

You can never tell what
a norther's gonna do.

Rowdy, we'll make
it a short noon camp.

Then we'll move the
herd as fast as it will go,

and keep it moving.

Figure on getting
ahead of this thing?

We're just getting
the edge, now.

If we can keep it that
way we'll be all right.

You men all eaten yet?

Well, just waitin'
for the coffee now.

You can get that in the
saddle. Start the herd movin' out.

All right. Let's go.

Them jaspers hear of
a hotter fire someplace?

No. We're breaking camp.

You and Mushy arrange to get
coffee to the men on the move.

Well, that ain't any
way to serve coffee.

It sloshes around, and spills,
and what don't spill gets cold.

Next couple of days,

they'll be lucky if they
get any coffee at all.

Well, other than the warm
breezes we ain't gettin',

what's the matter?

Norther's comin' our way.

Mushy!

Here, Mr. Wishbone.

Pack the wagon.

Somebody's sure
in a hurry up there.

Who ain't?

Whoa.

I'm lookin' for your trail boss.

That's him over there.

Thank you.

Doctor Gardner.

Doctor, Gil Favor.

I have a rather strange request
to make of you, Mr. Favor.

If you don't mind, I'll
come directly to the point.

Good, go ahead.

Mr. Favor, I want you to take
one of my patients with you.

See, I'm in charge
of the Army hospital

just outside of Clay City.

That's two or three miles back.

You passed it
earlier this morning.

I don't remember passing
any city around here.

Heh. Well, Clay City
consists of one hospital,

one broken down hotel, one
saloon, and a livery stable.

You didn't pass
close enough to see it.

A herd like yours, though,
makes itself noticed.

Oh, I'm sorry if
the noise disturbed

any of the people
in your hospital.

Oh, no, most of my patients have
been there since the war ended.

It made a nice change for
them to hear something different.

Well, I'm glad of that, but...

It meant a lot more to one man.

Yeah?

Craig Kern.

He's the man I want
you to take with you.

Look doctor, there
just isn't any place

for a sick man
on a cattle drive.

Oh, Kern's not sick.

At least, not the way you think.

He's able-bodied, he's strong.

Furthermore, he's an
experienced cowhand.

You mean, you want
me to hire him on

as one of my drovers?

Well, that's why I came here.

Well, uh, with the
norther coming up,

maybe I could use an extra hand.

You said, uh, he isn't
sick the way I think.

Just exactly how is he sick?

Well,

I-I'd like you to
meet him first.

Oh, I'm sorry, doctor. I
just haven't got time for that.

Then make it.

Were you in the Army, Mr. Favor?

Uh-huh.

I'm asking for one hour.

Now, the war's been
over for you since '65.

Whatever may have
happened to you in it,

you've probably
forgotten by now.

A man doesn't
forget a war that easy.

Mr. Favor, there are thousands
of men like Craig Kern.

They're resigned to having

to take medicine for
the rest of their lives.

But Craig Kern is different.

He wants to be able to walk
on his own two feet, or else.

Look, doctor, there's
a norther coming.

I just haven't got time
for a medical lecture.

Mr. Favor, the first and
only spark of interest

I saw in Craig Kern
in all these years

was when he first spotted
the dust of your herd.

Doctor, I told you...

I know, there's a
norther coming up,

and you can't spare the time.

It might make the
difference of a man,

a fine brave man,
living or dying.

And you say you
can't spare the time

to ride to the hospital with me.

We've got a job to do.

This man's a total
stranger to us.

There are no total strangers.

One hour, Mr. Favor.

Pete.

Take care of things.

Veteran's hospital of Clay City.

Six miles outside of
Clay City, end of nowhere.

How come they ever
built it way out here?

Easier to forget.

You know, wars come to an
end on such and such a day,

soldiers are discharged
and returned home.

That is, most of them.
Some of them don't go home.

They've lost a
leg, an arm or two,

they're burned and blinded.

You know, the dead
aren't as much of a problem.

You bury them
on the battlefields.

But the half-alive,

that's why they built
a hospital in Clay City.

I've always thought
there should be a law

requiring every citizen
to visit a place like this

at least once a year,

so they know what
happens to their heroes

after the battle is over.

Doctor, if you're trying to
put me on the defensive,

because I came out of the
war better off than these men,

you're succeedin'.

Nurse, have Jack take
care of my horse, will you?

Come in, Mr. Favor.

Craig, this is
Mr. Favor, trail boss.

Craig Kern. How
are you, Mr. Favor?

You know, yours was
the first herd of cattle

that Craig Kern
had seen on the trail

since before the war began.

Yeah, doctor was telling
me you're a good drover.

Well, I was.

Mr. Favor says he
might be able to use you.

Did you tell him what
I've been doing here

the last five years?

Craig was wounded in
the retreat from Atlanta.

Badly wounded.

He needed major surgery.
If he didn't get it, he'd die.

It was the kind of surgery
from which very few,

if any, ever recovered.

The pain was too
great, the shock.

The man had to be strapped
down so the surgeon could operate.

But I had something
new I could use.

A wonder medicine.

It eased the patient's
pain and kept him asleep

so that the operation
could go on.

So I used it on
Craig. I operated.

Now, he recovered 100
percent from the wound.

But he's never recovered
from the medicine.

What kind of medicine was it?

An alkaloid. A juice
derived from a poppy seed.

A few different names for it,

all of them based on the fact

that the god of sleep in
ancient Greek was Morpheus,

so they called it
morphia, or morphinium.

Well, the name doesn't matter.

The effect it has on
certain patients does.

They can't get along
without this medicine.

They need it for
the rest of their lives.

Day in and day out.

They can't live without it.

Mr. Favor,

I used to be a good drover,

and I think I can be again.

If you can use an extra hand...

Yeah. Yeah, I can use one.

Will you release me?

Yes. Go to my office
and wait for me there.

You know, there's an
Army hospital near Sedalia.

Oh, yeah. Heard about that one.

I'm going to send Craig
Kern's crutch along with him.

Crutch?

Well, the crutch I'm
referring to comes in a bottle.

They're pills.

He needs three
of them every day.

You mean, those pills are the
medicine you were talking about.

Three pills a day,
and every day.

What if he doesn't get 'em?

He goes into pain, shock.
He may become violent.

Now, it's possible he
may be able to cut down

on the number of pills
he takes every day.

From three to two,
from two to one.

Maybe, from one to nothing.

And if he don't?

Well, then, he may as well rot

in the Sedalia Veteran's
Hospital as here.

You think he's got a chance?

Craig thinks he's got
a chance. I don't know.

I pray God he has.

Look doctor, we're running
into a storm, a norther...

We're getting the edge of it.

So I can't promise to
give Kern any special care.

Oh, I understand.

I'll give you the pills for him.

All right.

But you mind
hurrying a little, doctor?

Oh, yes. Of course.

Oh, one more thing, Mr. Favor.

Please don't tell your men
about Craig and the medicine.

Yeah. Except for
one man, I can do that.

I'll have to tell Wishbone.

He's our cook, and, uh,
sort of acts as our doctor.

I'll give him the
pills to take care of.

Fine. I, uh... I guess you
know it was no accident

that I showed you the
worst of my patients?

I hope you'll not regret
what you're doing.

I hope so too.

Whoa.

Are you the trail boss?

That's right.

My name is Ann Powell.

How do you do? Gil Favor.

Are you hiring Craig Kern?

Well, I'm afraid that's
his business, ma'am.

Well, it's mine too.

How come?

I was engaged to
marry him before the war.

Engagement's never been broken.

Did Doctor Gardner
tell you about me?

Yes. He said Craig, for
the first time in five years,

shows an interest in life again.

That he was going
out to your herd,

and try to bring you back.

Get you to hire Craig.

Did you?

Yes, I did.

I'm glad.

But of course you know
the doctor ain't at all sure

that this is going to work out.

It has to.

Would you take me with you?

Well, I'm afraid we couldn't
do that at all, ma'am.

Uh, you live in Clay City?

No, I...

I came here to be with Craig.

Oh, if you wanna
say goodbye to him...

No. I don't want to
say goodbye to him.

Craig told Dr. Gardner that,
uh, if you took him along,

he doesn't want to
see me until he's cured.

Guess I can understand that.

But he's wrong.
I could help him.

Oh, I wouldn't know about that.

You sure there's no way
of taking me with you?

I'm sure.

I suppose I shouldn't
have bothered you.

Goodbye, Mr. Favor.

Well, there's the beef.
What do you think of them?

Look beautiful to me.

Now, there's a steer
cutting a trail of his own.

Head him off.

Cut him back into the herd.

This ain't much of a
cow pony you got there.

We'll get you a better
one from the remuda.

Now, don't you lose those cups.

Wish.

New hand's name is Craig Kern.

Put these away some safe place.

Pills?

Yeah, medicine. Kern needs it.

Oh, fine. We're
headin' into a storm,

and you hire a sick hand.

He ain't sick, and I told
you to put 'em away.

All right, all right.

Look, he'll need one of
those three times a day.

Well, next time
we come to a town,

remind me to get my
doctor's papers renewed.

You don't have to do anything
except take care of the pills.

Three a day. All right.

I'll give them to
him with his meals.

Oh, I'd just as soon
you gave them to him

when nobody was around. I
don't want anybody knowin' about it.

You got all that?

I guess I do.

Look, Wish, it's important.

All right. He'll get his pills.

Not only that. If he
happens to forget,

I'll find him and mighty well
cram them down his throat.

No, Wish. Let him
come to you for the pills.

If he skips one, fine.
Two, even better.

Day he doesn't take
any, you come and tell me.

How's he gonna get
cured of what ails him

if he don't take his medicine?

It's the medicine what ails him.

I'm sure glad he
signed you on, Kern.

We can use an extra man
with this norther coming up.

Well, I tell you, I
appreciate the job.

Craig Kern. You take part
in the fightin' 'round Atlanta?

Sixth Tennessee Volunteers.

That mean anything
to you, Mr. Kern?

Oh, yeah.

My brother fought in the
same company with you.

He wrote me a letter
right before he died.

Said you were a
real good soldier.

What was your brother's name?

Frank Adams.

Oh, yes. Well, he
was a whole lot better

than just a good soldier.

You better get
back on drag, Jason.

You got time to gab later.

Okay, Mr. Yates.

Uh, Kern, I'm gonna put
you out with Rudd on flank,

he's been riding out there
alone. It's been kind of rough.

Oh, fine.

Yeah, I'll be glad
to have a little help.

Get moving now, huh?

Uh, can you wait a minute?

No, I can't.

Well, I just got
to see the cook.

You had your sandwich,
just like everyone else.

No, uh, I just got to see him.

Look, Kern, this
is a trail drive,

and you take orders.
Will you get moving?

Kern? You go on ahead.

Well, that ain't no way
to break in a new man.

Yeah, I know.

Rudd?

Kern's a good drover,

but he hasn't been on
the trail for quite a while.

You keep an eye
out for him, will you?

I'll do it, Mr. Favor.

There you are.

I ain't been out on a
trail for quite a while.

I guess I'm a little nervous.

Yeah, I guess you are.

Kern?

I, uh, told Rudd about you.

You'll be riding regular
with him for a while.

You told him what?

Oh, I, uh, just told him

you hadn't been
droving for quite a while,

you might be a little bit rusty.

How you feel?

I feel, uh, on top of the world.

What is the matter with him?

Why, nothin'.

You just heard him say
he felt top of the world.

From a pill?

Hyah! Hyah!

What's the matter?

Funny how a man can
sweat on a cold day.

Yeah? Well, I ain't sweatin'.

Seen the chuck wagon?

Why? You hungry?

No, I just want to know where
the chuck wagon is, that's all.

I don't know.

It's ridin' off over
to the side, I guess.

What do you mean,
you guess? I don't see it.

Well, you see,

Wishbone don't like to get
in the way of the beeves.

Keeps the food in better
shape if it ain't trampled on,

in case of a stampede.

You seen the chuck wagon?

Now look, Kern, we gotta
keep these steers movin'

or else we're
gonna be riding drag.

Now, you just forget all
about that chuck wagon, huh?

Well, them beeves
are all quieted down.

Too cold to make much of a fuss.

Well, if it get's any colder,

they're going to
be too stiff to move.

Won't be long before we
get down out of these hills

onto the plains again.

That's a good idea.

I don't think anything
ever froze on the move.

Yeah. Well, you
better get some sleep.

Sure ain't gonna
be much tomorrow.

You got ten fingers
and they're all thumbs.

No. I got ten fingers,
and they're all froze stiff.

W... Go to sleep.

Don't you want me to help you?

I ain't got time to
afford you helping me.

Go to sleep. Yes, sir.

How about Kern?

Well, he had one
pill this morning,

then another at sundown.

He didn't ask for
his third one tonight.

Is there any way we can
tell if this is coming our way?

The storm's moving
north to south.

And we're headin' into
it, going south to north.

Of course, sometimes they
veer off to the west, or to the east.

Yeah. That means you don't know

whether it's gonna
hit us or no, huh?

Yeah, that's what I mean.

Hey, boss, look.

Whoa.

Rowdy, keep pushing' em.

Miss Powell.

I was on my way to
Sedalia, Mr. Favor.

I thought you might... No.

I think even you'll
have to concede,

there's no place for a
woman on a cattle drive.

You'll have to go
back to Clay City.

On foot?

Pete. Go bring back the
buckboard that brought the lady.

I wish you hadn't sent him
for the buckboard, Mr. Favor,

because I'm not going back.

Craig needs help. My help.

Does Dr. Gardner
know what you're doing?

He's in Clay City, and I'm here.

And I won't interfere with you.

All I ask is to be near him.

I'll follow him on
foot if I have to.

We're stopping for noon meal.

You come on in, you'll
have to take pot luck.

Wishbone.

You make up a bed in the
supply wagon for Miss Powell.

You mean you're
going to bed her down

in the face of a norther?

Yeah. I'm afraid it's going
to be pretty uncomfortable.

I'm really glad to
be here, Mr. Favor.

Would you like me to
help you, Mr. Wishbone?

At what? The bedding down.

Mushy.

Yes, sir.

See Miss Powell gets
bedded down in the...

I mean, make her a
bed in the supply wagon.

Yes, sir. I'll get some extra
blankets for you, ma'am,

if Mr. Wishbone can spare 'em.

I'll spare 'em.

You want me to kill you?

Anything else you
need, you just call me.

Thank you.

What are you doin' here?

I love you, Craig.

You loved somebody
else, a long time ago.

That was another fella.

No. No, it's you.

He's dead.

No. He's alive,

and he's standing
very close to me.

Craig, I can help
you if you only let me.

There's nothing wrong.

I don't need any help.

Now, go on home. Please.

I'm staying.

Go on home.

Hi, Rudd. How's Craig
Kern working out?

Oh, he's still kind of
jumpy, but he's doin' all right.

Yeah?

Oh, by the way,

Miss Powell's engaged to Craig.

It look's like we're headin'
right towards the dust.

No, the dust is
headin' right toward us.

Beeves sure gettin' edgy.

Maybe, uh, we ought
to hold 'em up, huh?

Find Wishbone. Tell him
set up temporary camp.

All right.

♪ I feel I feel like
a morning star ♪

♪ I feel, I feel ♪

♪ I feel like a morning star ♪

Kern, turn them steers in.

♪ I feel, I feel, I feel ♪

Didn't you hear me?
♪ Like a morning star ♪

The steers are
gettin' out of line, Kern.

♪ I feel, I feel I feel
like a morning star ♪

What's the matter
with you, anyhow?

Nothin'.

Well, then, suppose you
get out here and do your job.

That's right, do my
job, eat my food,

do my job, become a new man.

Look, Kern, I don't
know what your trouble is.

All I know is, we got to
get these steers in line.

Now, come on, and get with it.

Whoa!

Heh.

I'm gonna save that
man. Save that old Rudd.

Rudd? Rudd.

Get my horse.

Ow.

You dislocated your
shoulder, Mr. Rudd.

Oh? Yeah, felt like it
pretty near come off.

Oh, it'll feel all
right in a few days.

Well, here's a sling.

Thank you.

Well, looks like I
lose part of my job.

Miss Powell seems to
be a pretty good nurse.

Well, how about cookin'?

Hey, that sounds
like a good idea.

Why don't you get
something ready?

There. That ought to help.

That feels, uh...
Feels better already.

My fault. My fault.

His gettin' hurt.

Well, maybe you'll be more
careful next time, then, huh?

I wasn't careless.

I just couldn't do my job.

Couldn't do it.

Mr. Wishbone? I need a pill.

Yeah, well, as soon
as I get the grub ready.

I need it now.

Well, you can wait.

Now, please.

And I said, I'm busy.

Back!

Ever since he's been here,

he's been doing some
mighty funny things.

You see if Wishbone's
hurt. Come on.

All right, what happened?

He... He wouldn't
give me my medicine.

Told me to wait.

Does it help to
beat up an old man?

Nothing helps, but
you do it anyway.

Do you know where
your medicine's kept?

It's in the wagon, somewhere.

Stay here.

Of course he didn't hurt me.

You jaspers hadn't interfered,

I'd, uh... I'd had gotten
my head knocked off.

You all right, Wish?

Well, I am now.

The rest of you,
leave us alone, huh?

Where do you keep
that medicine, Wish?

In a small box under the
seat, where I keep my herbs.

I'm sorry about all this.

Well, it ain't your fault.

I guess it's mine. I was
kind of short with him.

Know something, Wish?

For a no-good camp
cook, you're not half bad.

Here you are.

From now on, you
hang onto them yourself.

No, that's too easy. I'm
getting down to one a day. You...

Look, you're gonna
have to do it by yourself,

if you do it at all.

Craig.

Oh, Craig.

You gonna pay Kern
off and turn him loose?

Nope.

Is there any other
man in this outfit

you'd keep on after
doing what Kern did?

Depends on the man.

Boss, what's so
special about him?

There's 3000 steers out there.
That's all I'm worried about.

That's all you got
to worry about.

Look, I know my job, and
so does the rest of these men.

But we're not gonna
do it with Kern.

You a drover? A judge?

Or just the boss?

All right.

Well, Rudd's been hurt,

somebody's gonna
have to ride with Kern.

Who's it gonna be?

Well, come on, speak
up, who's it gonna be?

I'm riding with him.

You're in no condition

to ride anywhere
but in the wagon.

All right? Now,
who's it gonna be?

You take me off
drag, I'll be glad to.

All right, Jason, go
ahead and move out.

Ben, Thomkins, you
take the other flank.

Thanks for offerin'.

I hope you don't mind me
riding with you, Mr. Kern.

I ain't had too much experience.

Mind? You're the only
one who was willin'.

All we gotta do is keep 'em
moving slow, and in a circle.

Ain't that right, Mr. Kern?

Here, you take this, will you?

Put it in your pocket. Sure.

You keep it. Thanks.

Uh, ahem, maybe I
better tell you something

that you don't know.

The, uh, pills in that bottle,

is all that's kept me
alive for the last five years.

They've, uh, kept me alive.

They've also made my
life so it ain't worth a nickel.

Well, what are they?

Oh, a medicine.

They're, heh,

a peculiar kind of medicine.

Now, Miss Powell, she's
a pretty girl, ain't she?

Yeah, she sure is.

I was supposed to marry her.

You notice the way old
Bill Rudd was lookin' at her?

Well, she's your girl.
He ain't got no right to...

No.

As long as I have
to take these pills,

why, I can't marry
anybody. That's...

That's why I'm cuttin' down.

I used to have to
take three a day.

And since I've
been on this drive,

I've cut down to
two, and now I'm...

I'm down to one a day.

That's... That's fine.

Maybe by the time
we get to Sedalia,

I won't have to take but

Any.

As a matter of fact, I've...
I've became pretty near ready

not to take any right now.

Oh, you just took one, Mr. Kern.

Well, I just, uh...

I just took one, but that's...

That's all I'm gonna
take for the day.

See, it's, uh...

That's how you can help me.

You keep 'em in your pocket,

and, uh, no matter
what I say or do,

don't let me have but one a day.

Then the next step is the
day that I don't take any at all.

That day I'll be a free man.

The day you don't
have to take any at all,

that's the day
you're a free man.

Yes, sir.

Just the thought of
that day on the way

makes me feel
on top of the world.

Eh, ah.

Mr. Kern?

Mr. Favor said that, uh,
we keep the herd movin'

the way we been doin',

we'll ride out of this
norther without any trouble.

How long have we been
at this now without a break?

Oh, that's kind
of hard to figure.

Well, all last night,
and, uh, this mornin',

and it's a little past noon now.

So it's another day, ain't it?

Yeah, another day.

Mr. Kern?

Wishbone made some sandwiches.

They're pretty good too.

Why-? Why don't you take one?

Mr. Kern.

Give me a pill.

Come on, give me a pill.

Today could be the first day
you could get along without one.

Oh, it could be, huh?

I just saw Miss
Powell, Mr. Kern.

She's helpin' Wishbone out.

Hee. He sure ain't
happy about that.

You sure are lucky, Mr. Kern.

Lucky?

I mean, bein' engaged
to Miss Powell.

Come on, give me a pill.

Like you said yourself,
all you got to do

is go one day without one,
and everything will be fine.

Don't talk so much. Give me it.

I ain't got 'em.

Oh, you lie. Come on,
now, you give 'em to me.

No, I left 'em in camp.

No, I told you to
keep them on you.

I left 'em in camp because

you've got to learn to
get along without 'em.

I will, I will, I will.
I'll do it tomorrow.

Come on, please.

I left 'em in my bedroll
back at the camp.

Please, please.

I did it on purpose,

because you've got
to stop taking 'em.

Please. I'm just going
to ask you one more time.

Heh. Ain't no use
Mr. Kern. I ain't got 'em.

How about a hot cup of coffee
boss, something to warm me up?

Mushy, give him a cup.

Mr. Quince.

How's the beeves?

Old Scarlet and I
don't have any trouble

with our part of the herd.

They don't like the storm,
so we keep 'em circled.

That way they don't know
which way they're goin'.

Well, Pete says the storm
has practically blown itself out.

Now, if we can just hold out...

Is this what you want?

Kern, why did you come in?

I come to get my medicine.

I gave it to you. Didn't
you hang onto it?

I gave it to the
boy to hold for me.

Jason?

Jason.

Nice kid.

Is that why you left
him all alone out there?

He don't mind.

He's trying to help me.

Uh, that's why he, uh,

left the medicine in his roll.

So as I wouldn't take any.

I told you to hang onto
your medicine yourself.

Jason is a good boy.

That's no reason to put
the responsibility on him.

He don't mind that either.

I just killed him.

Quince!

Quince!

Quince!

Quince!

Quince!

Knock it off.

Rowdy told you to get rid of
Kern but you wouldn't do it.

You wouldn't listen to the
rest of us. You kept him on.

Well, on account of
him, Rudd got hurt.

And now a 19-year-old
kid lay out there, dead.

Well, maybe you got a reason
for what you did, Mr. Favor,

but I can't see any
reason for staying on,

takin' orders from you.

The rest of us feel
the same way he does.

Well, maybe you're right.

Maybe you ought to
hear the reason, anyway.

I hired Craig Kern out
of an Army hospital.

He'd been there ever
since the end of the war.

Most of the men in that
hospital were only half men.

Some of them had
no arms, some no legs.

Craig Kern was a cripple too.

Only, the trouble
with him didn't show.

Thing with Craig, he'd
been given some medicine

just outside of Atlanta
when he was wounded bad.

This strong medicine
saved his life.

A little bit too strong, though.

Became his life.

He'd been stuck in that
hospital for five years.

We came along, thought
he might have a chance

to break out of
the trap he was in,

go back to work doin'
the things he used to do

before the war came along,
made a soldier out of him,

a hero,

and a cripple.

Might have a chance to
stop taking that medicine,

live like anybody else.

I don't know, maybe he
never really had a chance.

Maybe I shouldn't
have given him one.

Why didn't you let us know?

The doctor didn't
want anybody to know.

Well, if I'd only known, I...

Don't blame yourself.

Somebody'd asked me, I...

I couldn't tell him
where the blame lays.

It's not your fault,

don't even think it's Kern's.

What's gonna happen to him now?

We'll let the Army
authorities take care of it

when we get him to Sedalia.

Uh, Quince, you and Rowdy
go out and pick up Jason's body.

The beeves!

They're headed right for here.

Get the woman in the
wagon and get moving.

Hyah! Hyah!

That fool Kern is
by himself. Come on.

He did it.

He turned 'em.

Craig!

Hyah!

Move it!

Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah! Move it, hyah!

Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah!

Craig!

Nearest town is Thorn Bluff.

You'll be able to get a
stagecoach south from there.

I'm very grateful
to you, Mr. Favor.

So was Craig.

Supply wagon's ready, boss.

Good, uh, would you put Miss
Powell's suitcase in the wagon?

Um, goodbye, Miss Powell.

Rudd, how's the arm?

It's gettin' better.

It's not good enough to
do any drovin', though.

I reckon it will be all
right in a day or two.

Maybe you could drive the
supply wagon though, huh?

Well, yes, sir. I could do that.

Good. You'll take Miss
Powell to Thorn Bluff.

I'll be more than glad
to do that, Mr. Favor.

One thing:

Give her a little
time to get over it.

Let her go home alone.

But when the
drive's over, maybe...

Yeah. Maybe.

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' ♪