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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!

Yeah, hey. Ho-ho.

Heh. Yeah, and the saloon's right over there.

Well, is it.

Right over there.

Why, you

big lug. What did you do that for?

Oh, we're fightin' now.

Any man who's still on his feet who wants a job,

my name's Favor. I need four hands

to fill out a crew for Sedalia.

Sedalia?

You got the wrong play, mister. I've been to Sedalia.

Seven dollars a week and all the grub you can eat.

Man says they're offerin' 10 over on the Chisolm.

The man's a liar.

But if you want promises, I'll throw in a bottle

of Kentucky liquor every Thursday

and three blonds to fan your brow

when you're ridin' drag.

That a fact? FAVOR: You want brunettes?

Couldn't make it a redhead.

He'll make it pink and white pintos

if he has to. Heh.

Now, who's your cook?

G.W. Wishbone.

Cranky little cuss about so high?

That is him.

Well, get out the pen and ink.

Uh, this dough wrangler know his business?

Friend, I understand he cooks biscuits even you could chew.

All right, you heel-squattin' counters,

didn't you hear what the man said?

He wants a crew for Sedalia.

How many do you need? Four.

Man wants four good men.

That's me and one extra.

Webb Church.

Now, you just relax. I'll work the whole thing out.

Come on, come on, come on. What do you wanna do?

Die in a feather bed?

He's a real takeover type, ain't he?

Well, leave him be. He's doin' fine.

Oh, say,

as soon as he picks up three more,

feed him a couple of drinks

and bring him over to Wade's ranch.

Where you goin'?

To see the man.

Mr. Parker.

Mr. Favor.

Looks like a stampede hit. What happened?

Oh, uh, boys get a little restless in town.

They'll settle down once they're back to work.

Uh, got your crew filled?

Close enough, except my scout ain't showed up yet.

But he'll probably come back soon.

I think it'll be ready in three, four days.

Yeah. Well, uh...

that's what I wanted to talk to you about.

Oh, I couldn't cut it much closer than that,

unless you wanted us to brand all night.

Mr. Favor, we...

Come over to the Cattlemen's Association with me.

We're havin' a meetin'.

All the owners.

We need you in on it.

Who appointed you?

Why, it's just because

you have half the herd...

Howdy, Mr. Favor. Gentlemen.

Hello, Mr. Favor.

Well, come on.

You're the one that wanted to see him.

How much did he tell you?

Not a thing.

I figured you had the big mouth,

you might as well do the talkin'.

Suits me.

You can draw pay for the three days

you've been linin' up a crew, Mr. Favor.

You're being replaced.

Replaced?

Why?

Has nothing to do with your work.

I know your reputation. It's a good one.

You can bet your last nickel it's a good one,

because he gets the job done.

Ask Kriegel.

Ask Blunt.

George, part of that last herd was yours.

Any complaints?

He got my beeves through,

he got my price.

I say stick with him again.

That's what you say, huh?

Well, I don't.

I want a tougher man.

I want a man who can get the job done faster than Mr. Favor.

Jubal, lis... Do you wanna split the herd?

Your 1,600 couldn't go it alone

any better than my 500.

Sit down, Jubal.

Mr. Favor...

I got 400 head of steers

I gotta get to market.

I can't afford to do it on my own.

Now, wait a minute...

It's all right, Mr. Parker.

Sixteen-hundred head is a pretty convincin' argument.

Good day to you, gentlemen.

Uh, Mr. Favor...

that drive's gonna need all the experience it can get.

I'm askin' you to go along anyway...

at the same salary,

if I have to pay it out of my own pocket.

Just go along.

As what?

Ramrod.

No, thanks.

Oh, by the way, who is the new trail boss?

You're lookin' at him.

Good luck.

Well, I got Church and these three men over here

all signed up.

Great.

You know, that Church has got more lip

than any muley cow I've ever seen.

Somebody told him we didn't have a scout,

so he says to me... He says,

"Yates, don't worry about the scout."

He says, "I'll take care of it."

Imagine it. He's never even been on the Sedalia Trail

in his life.

I said to him... I says, "Church, look,

"being as you've got all this talent,

why don't you just take over bein' trail boss?"

You know, he says to me, "Good idea."

So I said to him... Huh.

What? Do you ever slow down?

Well, I thought you'd be interested in what happened.

Well, you thought wrong.

Yeah, I guess I did.

To bad luck.

Ahem. No, wait a minute. Wait a minute.

I know how you feel,

and I think you deserve an explanation why it happened.

Look, you don't owe me an explanation.

It happened.

Yeah. Listen.

How old would you say I am, Mr. Favor?

Heh. Couldn't guess.

All right, make a guess.

Hmm. Your 40s. Uh...

Forties? Mm. Mr. Favor, I'll be 51 in March.

Well, congratulations.

Were you in the war?

Look, Mr. Wade...

They said I was too old.

I was 40 when that war started.

I was the best trail boss in the Southwest.

And I mean that.

I had just gotten married,

and my wife was 17.

She wanted me to stay,

but I signed on with a blockade runner, and...

they took us off Mobile,

September, '62.

And they sent us to Camp Douglas.

That's just outside of Chicago.

Ever hear of the place?

Yeah.

When I come outta there, I weighed 93 pounds.

Consumption.

They hurried my papers through,

so they wouldn't bury me there.

I'm sorry.

Well... my wife thought I was dead,

and I didn't let her know any different.

I scared up a couple of dollars,

and I went to Arizona...

and bought some cows.

And I... Well, I hit it lucky.

At the end of five years,

I got my lungs cleared up and had a herd to boot.

And that's when I come home...

to this.

It's my wife, Charity.

See?

Oh.

She's 27 now,

and prettier than when I left.

And I got it all back,

wife, health, money,

the same as it was.

Is it?

You got a real good ear, Mr. Favor.

You hear it stickin' in my craw,

don't you, that I'm 50 instead of 40.

When I left, the herds were just going north.

I'm going with 'em this time.

It's like closing the circle, Mr. Favor.

I have to go.

You understand that?

I see you don't mind killing yourself

to make a point.

Well, the point is I won't kill myself.

Who you makin' this point to?

Me... Jubal Wade.

Who else?

Well, that's it. And I just wanted you to know that, uh,

there was nothing personal in what I did.

Nothing against you, no.

As a matter of fact, I want a second John Parker.

I'd be proud if you'd come with me on the drive.

Oh, thanks, but I'll find something else.

Where?

Season's done. What about your men?

Well, they'll be goin' with you.

They are if you're along to handle 'em.

Look, these are some of the best hands in the business.

Maybe, maybe not.

I'd just as soon pick a crew from my own ranch.

Wait a minute... And then I know.

I promised these men work. Yeah.

They've given up good jobs.

Some of 'em even have families.

I said I'd keep them if you're the ramrod.

Now, I hope you change your mind.

I'll hold the position open until noon tomorrow.

Think it over.

Hi, boss.

Why, Pete.

Hey.

Heh. I just noticed you were

registered here in the hotel.

I thought I'd... Yeah.

Yeah, well, how are you?

I'm fine.

Just passi" through. I...

Oh, passin' through, huh?

Oh, where?

I'm goin' out to California.

California, huh?

Well...

Oh, uh, how's old Wishbone?

Oh, fine. Fine.

Rowdy?

Just fine. Just fine.

Mushy?

Yeah, well. He's... He's fine too.

Sure, every... Everybody's fine.

Good.

Uh, I guess you've hired yourself

a new scout by now.

No, as... As a matter of fact, I haven't.

Uh, still shoppin' around.

Well, don't get the wrong idea.

I'm... I'm not looki" for a job.

Oh, no, no. No, Pete, I know.

Well, did you bring my horse and saddle

back down the trail?

Sure. Got all your gear.

Pick it up any time you want.

Yes, I am too.

Am? What?

I'm lookin' for a job.

Pete... Now, let me finish.

I've been here in San Antone three days,

tryin' to make up my mind whether to come and tell you,

but I'm sorry about that fight.

Oh, now, that was just as much my fault as it was yours.

No, it wasn't, but...

Well, there's no scar. Let's start it again.

Now, that's a good idea.

Uh, anyhow, I'm flat broke

and ready to go back to work.

You're broke?

I'm worse than that.

I gotta have a hundred dollars by tomorrow night.

A hund...? A hundred dollars?

Oh. What happened?

Fella filled an inside straight.

You got nicked in a poker game?

I thought you were smarter than that.

Well, you gotta have something to do

to pass the time.

Look, I had two bullets and a king kicker.

And I picked up another ace. I figured I had him.

Hm.

Oh, well, you don't need the money right away, do you?

I mean, you could hold this guy off, couldn't you?

They've been followin' me all day.

Look, I wouldn't have asked you for this,

but I know I can pay you back before we get to Sedalia.

All you gotta do is dock me

until we're clear.

Yeah.

Yeah, well, sure. Sure. All right, Pete, I'll...

I'll get an advance from the owners

first thing in the mornin'.

Well, thanks, boss. Um...

Um, it's good to be back.

Hey. It's good to have you back.

Uh, a drink?

Yeah, a drink.

I'll be glad to get outta these things, I'll tell you.

Charity Wade.

Do you like it?

I still don't see

why you have to burn them all again, Jubal.

Well, I told you, it's the law.

You gotta have a road brand,

so as every steer in the drive is marked the same.

Oh, I thought you'd be pleased.

Well, think how it hurts.

Oh, now. It don't hurt.

Steer's hide ain't like your skin, Chary.

Lucky mine's softer.

You'd be wanting to brand me too.

Oh, might be a way to prove ownership.

Go ahead, Ern.

All right, let's start the brandin'.

Uh, what's goin' on out there?

Puttin' the road brand on, ain't they?

The road brand without the boss's say so?

What do you think you're doin'?

Well, I'm gonna put the trail brand on.

Who made up that brand? Mr. Wade.

I don't know whether you know it or not,

but the trail boss makes up

the trail brand, not the owner.

Now, put that back in there.

You deaf or something? Put it back.

Friend, maybe you'd like to wear this across your face.

You just try that.

All right, men. Come on, Rowdy.

Jubal.

Stay here.

Rowdy. Thattaboy, Rowdy.

Get up, Rowdy.

Yeah, Rowdy, get up.

All right, quit it.

All right, quit it, I said.

I said... quit it.

Uh... What's the matter here?

This flannel mouth tried to stop the brandin'.

No one brands until the trail boss says so.

The trail boss did say so.

You're a liar.

Rowdy!

Oh, am I glad to see you.

What's goin' on?

Tell these people who the trail boss is, will you?

That'd be Mr. Wade.

Are you...? Are you jokin'?

Is that job still open?

Still open.

You've got yourself a ramrod.

A ram...? Uh, wha...?

Come on. Ride over to the house...

No, it's nothin'.

Look, come on. Come on.

Mr. Favor. I wanna thank you on behalf of...

Of all the owners.

Mr. Parker, I'll need an advance

of a hundred dollars.

Of course.

Boss...

I see what's goin' on here.

I don't need the money that bad.

Next time a man draws one card

and stays for two rounds...

please fold.

I see what you mean. Thanks.

Church, you ride over and tell Rowdy I wanna see him.

Right, boss.

This'll take some of the sting out of it.

Open your shirt.

What's that?

Just butter. Open your shirt.

Oh, no. It really doesn't hurt, uh, ma'am.

I don't believe I've seen you

around here before, Mr...

Uh, Yates. Uh, Rowdy Yates.

No, I don't generally spend

much time around San Antone.

I imagine it gets lonely

driving the herd north.

Well, it's not really too bad.

I suppose when you boys

hit Sedalia,

you'll really cut loose.

Oh, well, a little.

I don't blame you.

It's just about the only chance

you get to relax, isn't it?

When the drive's ended and just before it starts?

We're having a fandango here tonight.

Yeah, uh, I heard about that.

My husband hates them.

Gets out of breath when he dances.

Do you dance, Mr. Yates?

Mm.

Well, I've been known to try a little.

Rowdy, you in...?

Oh, I didn't mean to...

What are you doin' here?

Mr. Favor wants to see you.

I'll get you a bandage.

Boy, what do you got I ain't got?

Except for a burnt hide?

Mm.

Probably pretty easy to get burnt around here.

You mean, you don't go for them lonely little gals?

Oh, I ain't so sure she's lonely.

You might, uh, be a little sick. Heh.

Well, then just call in old Doc Church.

You take over everything, don't you?

Haven't found a job yet I couldn't handle.

All right. Take this one over.

My pleasure.

Here he comes, Mr. Favor.

You wanted to see me?

Yeah.

That's everybody.

Now, Quince?

Yeah, boss?

That's just it.

I'm not your boss anymore.

This is a new drive, and it's got a new trail boss.

And the sooner you get it through your heads,

the easier it's gonna be on everybody.

Mr. Wade's a good man.

He was pushing beef

when most of us were playing with mud pies.

He's smart, and he knows the business.

And he's carryin' about ten years too many.

And how many years too many

are you carryin', Wish?

Oh, well, it's different with me.

I keep in shape.

I'm not gonna argue with any of you.

I told you how it stacks up.

That's it.

Mr. Wade is boss,

I'm ramrod.

Well, what's that make me?

A drover. A regular drover.

Oh. Suppose I don't like that, though.

You can quit.

Yeah.

Any more questions?

All right. Let's get out there and help with the brandin'.

All right, boss.

All right.

Uh, Nolan.

I don't figure we can make more than five miles a day at first.

At least until we cross Mud River.

There's no need for you to range

farther than... two days out,

20 miles at the outside, right?

Favor, I'm puttin' you...

Favor.

Yes, sir.

I'm putting you at point.

You can pick your own drag and flank men.

Yes, Mr. Wade.

Uh, incidentally, Favor...

your men know who's bossing this drive?

They know.

Good. Well, I guess that does it.

We'll head 'em up at sunrise.

Well, think I'll get some shuteye.

That's a good idea.

This wingding's gone on long enough.

Anybody seen my wife?

Oh, she was...

dancing with Church a minute ago.

Yeah.

She's crazy about dancin'.

What a night, what a night, what a night.

Favor...

did you ever play king of the hill

when you were a kid?

Yeah, sure.

Yeah?

That's the way I feel right now.

King of the hill.

Nope, better. King of the world.

Like I was 20 feet tall.

Well, I better see if I can find Mrs. Wade.

Here she comes now, Mr. Wade.

Oh.

Jubal. You gonna stay out here all night?

It's after 11, and half your guests have left.

Fine. Let's send the other half after them.

Hair's all loose.

Where's that pretty comb you were wearin'?

Well, is it gone?

Must've dropped it while I was dancing.

You can buy me another one in Sedalia.

Oh, I'll buy you a hundred.

Night, boys.

Mr. Wade. Ma'am.

Good night.

Good luck on the drive.

King of the hill.

King of nothin'.

All right!

Get 'em moving!

I kept wantin' to yell goodbye,

but she's so far away, she couldn't hear me.

No, I guess she couldn't.

You got nothing to do?

Rowdy, if you wanted advice, who would you go to?

What kind of advice?

Personal.

Uh, I suppose I'd try Mr. Favor.

Yeah. That's what I figured.

You don't think we can make it.

Well, a bog's a bog.

We might make it, and again, we might not.

All right, we'll bend 'em west.

Tell the flanks.

Well, shouldn't I tell the trail boss first?

There ain't time. Get movin'.

Bend 'em west!

Favor.

Mr. Wade. I was just comin' to see you.

Moving off the trail.

Oh, it's all right... It's not all right.

Hold 'em!

What'd he say? He said to hold them.

Mr. Favor told us to... Quince.

Just remember, Mr. Favor ain't givin' the orders anymore.

Yeah, I guess you're right.

Now, what the devil's the matter with you?

What do you think I put up that plank for?

Mr. Wade, there's a bog up ahead.

Bog? What bog?

There's no bog in the trail map.

Well, there's an underground stream through here,

and sometimes it'll make it like walking on quicksand.

Favor, I don't intend to go around obstacles.

I intend to go straight through them.

Now, I don't mind losing a few head...

but I do mind losing time.

Now, we keep going, most of the herd will get across,

bog or no bog.

And we will have saved two or three days

that you would have taken going around.

Mr. Wade, I'm not talking about a couple of head.

I'm talking about half the herd.

Who are you givin' orders to?

Sorry, Mr. Wade. I didn't realize I was giving orders.

Nolan!

What's this about a bog?

Just over there.

And we're right in front of it.

We can bust through it, instead of going...

Why don't you shut your bust-through mouth, huh?

Look, any guy got a right to what I think.

You ain't paid for thinkin'.

Shut up, both of you.

What about it, Nolan?

There's a bog over there. I told Mr. Favor about it.

Well, why didn't you tell me?

I guess I should have.

You guess.

I know.

You don't know.

Well, let me tell you something.

I went over every foot of that trail

with three cowpokes who come down, and not two months ago.

And nobody said anything about a bog.

Well, maybe it was dry two months ago.

Well, is it dry now?

It looks pretty marshy.

Wait a minute, I'm asking you,

can you tell me if the herd can get through

or if the herd can't get through.

It might. And then it might not.

Mr. Wade... Look, when I want to

hear from you, I'll ask you.

Anybody else got a contribution?

All right, then get those beeves back on the trail.

And keep 'em there.

Mr. Favor.

I know this ain't much of a time to bother you.

Then don't. Just do what the man says.

Get' em movin'.

Move, you miserable sons of Satan. Pull!

Hyah! Giddyup!

Don't say it.

Mr. Wade...

it's really bad up ahead.

There must be 30 steers bogged down.

They're stuck in mud up to their neck.

It's gonna take a week to pull 'em out.

Shoot 'em.

All of 'em?

All of them.

Yes, sir.

Rowdy.

Mr. Wade says to shoot the ones that are bogged in bad.

What, with dynamite?

They're up to their necks.

Now what do you think of your trail boss?

He made a mistake.

You could have made it, so could I.

You mean, you could have made it.

I wouldn't have made it.

Neither would Mr. Favor.

Well... it's just this one rotten,

little strip of quicksand mud.

One rotten strip of bog, that's what it is.

We're working, ain't we?

Ain't this better than sittin' back in San Antone,

sitting' around waitin'.

You like workin' here in the mud, Teddy?

I don't like it, but as long as it's paying me...

Try some of it.

Why, you!

All right, that's enough!

Get out there, you got a job to do, Rowdy. Shoot 'em.

Quince.

Yes, sir.

You'd better go with Rowdy and help him.

Mm, take Church with you.

Church ain't here, boss.

Where is he?

Well, he moved out.

Said he's quittin', going back to San Antonio.

What for? I don't know.

All right, go ahead.

Kent, you go with him.

How about a sandwich?

Oh.

I'm not hungry.

A man has to eat, boss.

Mail! Mail from town, gentleman!

Big stack for you, Mr. Favor.

Hey. Plenty for everybody.

Favor, Favor...

Favor.

Ramrod. I'll pass 'em out.

Uh, these on top are for me.

All right if I take 'em, boss?

Take 'em.

Yates.

Yep.

Little.

Yeah.

Quince.

Scarlet.

You know, if I was the first man on the moon,

there'd be a bill waitin' there for me.

Nolan.

What's the matter? Bad news?

Mm, Parker. Oh, yeah?

Pete. Webb Church went back to town.

Teddy. And he and Mrs. Wade

are running off together back East.

Shoot, Mrs. Wade?

Quince.

Oh. Well, I should have guessed it.

Uh, Scarlet.

And Parker wants me to break the news to Wade.

Yeah, and down comes the king of the hill.

Scarlet. Yep.

Wishbone.

Is that the lot of them? Uh, yes, sir, Mr. Wade.

Charity's a funny one.

She always keeps adding to her letters.

I'll probably get one the size of bedroll

along about Red River Station.

Yeah. Probably you will.

Rowdy, go mend a shirt or something.

I want to talk to Mr. Favor.

Huh? You heard me.

Be sure and be real gentle with him, like he was with you.

Now, what was that all about?

You're not gonna give him that.

Look, if you're gonna start passing out advice,

I don't need it.

Well, whether you need it or not, I'm gonna give it to you.

Oh, we've been through a lot together.

When you've been right, I told you,

and when you've been wrong, I told you that too.

Well, you're wrong about that.

A man's got a right to know

if his wife runs off with another man.

Look, Parker is his friend.

Now, why would Parker have told me to tell him if...

If he didn't have a good reason for it.

If it breaks up the drive, it breaks it up.

This is the way the man wants it done.

You give that to Wade, and you cause nothing but trouble.

If that's true, well, it's done, finished.

But if that's nothing but gossip,

you set Wade off for no reason at all.

Or is that what you want?

I'll break it to him easy.

Oh, sure. Like you did about the bog.

Now, you heard what happened. Wouldn't listen.

Well, you can't have two trail bosses on a drive.

Half of 'em listening to him and half of 'em to you.

What Wade needs is help.

If he don't get it, this drive's finished.

The only thing the owners will remember

is that Gil Favor was along, and it's Gil Favor's fault.

And if we get there to Sedalia,

what'll the owners remember?

Well, just that Gil Favor isn't too bad a ramrod.

Hey, Favor.

I noticed that one of those letters you got

was from Parker.

Any, uh...

Any news from home?

Oh...

uh, nothing.

Nothing important.

All right, let's quiet down,

you scram-sided, kettle-bellied scrubs.

Yates.

Yeah.

How are they?

As jumpy as a trayful of loaded dice.

Yeah.

I don't like that hollerin'.

One pass from that critter,

and we'd have a stampede on our hands.

Mr. Favor would handle it.

Meanin' I couldn't?

Meanin' nothin'.

You got a big mouth for a young pup, you know that?

Yeah, that's a matter of opinion.

Mr. Favor teach you disrespect

along with everything else?

Look, don't crowd me, Mr. Wade.

I'll crowd you, you miserable young punk.

What do you think you're on, some kind of a picnic?

I'll crowd you. I'll crowd you clear back to San Antone,

you come out here and try to spook me.

Spook you?

Draw your pay, Yates. You're through.

Oh, you're a real big man, Mr. Wade.

Especially with your wife, huh?

What was that?

I saw the letter.

What letter?

You know, the letter Mr. Favor showed...

You.

He didn't show me any letter.

He got one from Parker.

What did the letter say?

Look, I'm out of line, Mr. Wade.

Now, what did he say?

He said a man named Church ran off with your wife.

That's what he said.

Mr. Favor.

Hm?

Hm? Oh, when did you get back?

About 10 minutes ago. Where's Mr. Wade?

He said he was gonna check the herd.

Well, I gotta talk to him.

Oh, what's wrong? Another bog?

Oh, this could be worse.

What is it? Comanches.

Comanches!

Where?

About two days north of here.

I think they're headin' for the mountains,

We just stay here and be quiet, they might miss us.

Can't stay without grass.

What about west of here?

Oh, there's some grazin'. Water holes?

Well, there's a couple, but I wouldn't guarantee 'em

to be wet this time of year.

I better get Wade.

Favor.

How come you ain't night guarding?

I had, uh, Scarlet take over for me.

You seen Mr. Wade?

Well, uh...

What "uh"? You either see him or you ain't.

Well, I slipped and I told him about his wife.

You what? Why?

'Cause I thought you'd told him already, that's why.

What is all this? Come on.

Mr. Wade, where are you going?

Where do you think I'm going?

Mr. Wade, that... That might all be a mistake.

Besides, there's something more important. Pete.

We got a problem, Mr. Wade.

I ran across a party of Comanches up north of here.

Now, if we stick to the west,

I figure we're gonna run short of water,

but we can't stay here without grass.

Keep north.

Comanches play rough.

You've got guns.

Keep north.

Pete, how many in that party?

Fifty, 60 braves.

How far off is the water?

It's too far to turn back

if we're wrong.

Well, why risk it. We all heard him give the order.

He wasn't in any shape to know what he was sayin'.

We might have a better chance at the water hole.

We don't know the Comanches are gonna attack.

If they do, we lose half the herd.

That's not our problem, that's Wade's. He gave the order.

Mr. Wade isn't here. Mr. Favor's in charge.

If we go against Mr. Wade's orders, and go out there

and get caught without water, you know who gets the blame.

And if we make it, he gets the credit, so either way,

we're taking the risk to save his reputation.

We can't take a chance on 60 Comanches.

We'll try for water. But, boss...

I said we'll try for water.

Rowdy, you'll head 'em out at dawn.

I'll head 'em out? Where you going?

Going after Wade.

What for?

Help him find his wife, if that's what he wants.

But that's his bed. Let him lie in it.

Church tried to talk to me. I cut him short.

I told you to quit trailing me.

I don't need you.

You might.

Sometimes I can't figure you out at all.

Me either, sometimes.

We'll pick up new mounts here

and see if we can trace 'em past San Antone.

Howdy, Mr. Wade.

Ern, take care of the horses and saddle up some fresh ones.

Well, uh...

Well, what?

She's back Mr. Wade.

When?

This mornin'.

Just her alone?

No, sir. Both of 'em.

They're inside.

Mr. Wade. Look, they're back. That's somethin'.

Why don't you hear 'em out first?

Wade. He ain't got a gun.

Give 'em yours. I won't take it.

You sneak.

I made him bring me back.

I couldn't leave you, Jubal.

Couldn't you, Chary.

You understand?

Yeah.

I expect you wonder what came over me when you heard that...

Let's go inside.

It's gettin' late.

I'll send your clothes onto the San Antone Hotel.

Ernie will drive you in.

You don't want to

stay out after dark.

Hotel?

The stage leaves around noon, I think.

Used to anyway.

Jubal.

I haven't got a penny.

Hitch up the rig, Ern.

Yes, sir.

I'm goin' back to the herd.

If you're still here by the time

I get my horse saddled...

I'll cut your throat.

Webb?

You'll take me with you?

I was the one who made you come back.

Remember?

It's gonna be a long, tough ride back to San Antone.

It shouldn't be half soaked up

as the ride back this mornin'.

Why'd the good Lord ever give

a man a conscience, anyway?

Beats me.

You know the old boy packs a pretty tough wallop.

You're smart.

You sure made him look good in front of his men.

And I'd say I was pretty brainless, Mr. Favor.

At times.

There's only one more water hole marked on this map.

Over that hill, and dead ahead.

What if it's as dry as the last two?

Let's find out.

Glory be.

Come on, guys.

Quiet, dyin'-to-live-long numskull!

What are you tryin' to do, "deefen" a man?!

Well, boss, it looks like

we're still in business.

Don't you ever get tired of always being right, Favor?

There's a big difference between being right and being lucky.

Um, we had a lot of both on this move.

We ran into an Army patrol.

They lost 10 men in a fight with the Comanches.

We'd have been right in the middle of it.

My thanks, Mr. Favor.

You'd have done the same thing

if you'd had a minute to think.

Once, maybe.

Now, I don't know.

Well... I think I'll go home.

The herd's all right.

That's what I wanted to make sure of.

You take over for me?

Sure.

You're a miserable ramrod.

But not a bad trail boss.

Adiós.

Well, what are you sittin' around for? Lets get a-movin'.

Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

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!