All language subtitles for Rawhide - 3X23 - Incident Of The Phantom Bugler

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 ♪

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Hyah!

Hyah!

♪ Rawhide! ♪

Hyah!

There's one nice
thing you can say

about driving a herd
up the Sedalia Trail

if you're pressed to it.

It don't make much difference

if you're starting out
from Texas at the one end

or approaching
Missouri at the other,

the beeves stay beeves,

the drovers stay human,

and trouble is always
saddlin' up a fresh horse,

preparin' to ride with you.

What you can't be sure of

is the direction
it's comin' from,

the face it's gonna be wearin',

the name it'll be
travelin' under.

What you can be sure of
is that it knows your name.

Mine's Gil Favor, trail boss.

♪ From this valley
They say you are going ♪

♪ We will miss your bright
eyes And sweet smile ♪

♪ They say you are
taking The sunshine ♪

♪ That will brighten
Your pathway a while ♪

Hey, Joe.

Huh?

Turn around and ride
back the other way, now.

What's wrong with
the way we're goin'?

Nothin'.

Then why do we have to
turn around and go back?

Well, Bailey and
Thomkins are nighthawking

the other side of
the herd, I guess.

Sounds reasonable.

Hey, Joe.

Take a look at them steers.

They don't have
to get up at night.

Nope.

They don't have to eat
Wishbone's cooking.

Nope, but I'm
hungry just the same.

Find 'em good feed,
good water, easy going.

What makes us think
we got such a good deal?

Sedalia. Them steers
and us both are goin' there,

but we're the only
ones comin' back.

Yeah, but you consider
where they're going

and where we're going.

For us it's San
Antone, another herd,

another six months on the trail.

With them steers,
they're going east.

Chicago, St. Louis, big cities,

to restaurants with
bright, shiny lights a-blazin'

and pretty music.

Beautiful women
just sittin' around,

champagne being
poured by the buckets.

That's where them
steers are going.

Yeah, but they ain't
goin' be sitting at the table.

They goin' be on
the table, on plates.

Eh, you got a point there.

♪ Come sit by my
side Little darlin' ♪

♪ Do not hasten
To bid me adieu ♪

♪ But remember The
Red River Valley ♪

♪ And the cowboy... ♪

You hear that?

A bugle.

What would a bugle be doing
out here this time of night?

Can't see, but he
sure ain't cavalry.

Well, even if he was.

He got the herd stirred up.

Well, he can't be too far
away. Let's take off after him.

It's too late, but he sure
left us a job of work to do.

Hey, Wishbone.

What are you trying to
do, wake everybody up?

I heard a bugle, Mr. Wishbone.

You heard a bugle.
You heard a what?

I heard a bugle.

Have you been into my
medical supplies again?

Nah, I ain't been
sick, Mr. Wishbone.

All right, then get
back down there

and bring up those
pots and pans.

I ain't going down
there. I heard that bugle.

We must be at least 100
miles away from the nearest fort.

Now, even if there was
cavalry around here,

why would they be
blowing a bugle like that

in the middle of the night?

I don't know, but they did.

Mushy, I gonna talk
to you like your father.

My father never talked to me.

I can see why.

Well, I'll talk to you
like your mother.

A bearded mother?

Now, you listen to me.

My advice to you is always
think twice before you speak.

Well, at least think
once before you speak.

Uh, yes, sir.

On the other hand,
maybe it'd be better

if you didn't speak at all.

Yes, sir.

But I can't go around
being like a mutt.

Why can't you? You're
a mutt if I ever saw one.

Mutts can't talk.

A mutt... You mean a mute.

That's what I
said, a mutt, yeah.

All right, neither
a mutt nor a mute

can go around saying
that he hears bugles

out in the middle of nowhere
without somebody thinking

there's something
wrong with him.

And in your case,
they might be right.

I heard a bugle, though.

All right. You heard a bugle.

Now go back there
and bring up that stuff.

You come with me.

All right, I'll go get them.

You go to sleep.

Yes, sir, Mr. Wishbone.

Try to help a jasper out
and what do you get for it?

Nothing.

Just keeps on telling
you he hears bugles.

Won't do any good to interfere.

Some of us blessed
with good sense,

and others just hear bugles.

Don't do any good to interfere.

You just gotta...

Jumpin' crawfish.
That's a bugle.

What do you think he's doing?

The question is, who is
he? Doesn't matter who he is.

Rowdy, get all the
men out to the herd.

Right. Let's move out.

Pete, you think you
can track that jasper?

Not at night.

I am not sure you will be able
to find any tracks, Señor Pete.

Day or night. What do you mean?

Well, I have heard
this story many times.

It tells of a phantom bugler

riding a phantom
horse in the night

calling dead armies to battle.

Oh.

I've seen a lot of things
happen on a trail drive:

fire, flood,
windstorms, rain, hail.

But this is the first time
I ever heard a bugler

galloping around the herd.

Oh, shut up.

Nothing's wrong with the beeves.

Yeah, well, they
ain't been up all night.

No sign of the bugler.

You know, maybe he don't
come out in the daytime.

Huh? If he's a ghost, you know.

Oh. Heh-heh! Hey, there's Pete.

I couldn't find any tracks.

That ground's so hard up there

you could run a
herd of buffalo over it

and not leave a sign.
I guess it don't matter,

long as he doesn't
show up again.

How far is it to water?

About two miles to
the Woodside River.

It's wide and deep.

Eh, we better make camp here.

Don't want the herd
stampeding to water.

Take 'em down in sections.

Rowdy, you, uh, pick
up Teddy and Bailey

and take the first bunch down.

Water 'em at the river

and then bed 'em
down there for the night.

Leave Teddy and Bailey in
charge and you come on back.

All right.

Those couple hours of sundown.

I'll put on some
extra night guards.

That bugler shows
up again, I want him.

You think he will?

I don't know why he came
around in the first place.

Might be able to answer that.

Glad to see you.

You are?

Yes, we always are.

Who's we?

The men, me. Judge
Brady, Captain Donahoe.

I think you're trying
to tell me something,

but I don't know what it is.

One thing I'm
telling you is that, uh,

your cattle can go
through to the water,

but you and your men can't.

Who's gonna stop us?

We will.

What for, anyway?

There's a small fee for
watering your cattle in the river.

What? Since when?

So far as you're
concerned, since now.

Mr. Yates, what's goin' on?

I don't know yet, Teddy.

Steers have found the water.

Don't worry about them.

Look, this is free
range, mister.

Uh, used to be.

You can't stop anyone

from watering their
cattle in this river.

Oh, we can charge you.

Why don't you
leave your men here

and make sure the
cattle don't stray,

and you come with me
to meet Captain Donahoe?

I wouldn't do that, Mr. Yates.

You don't know what he's up to.

Suit yourself, Mr. Yates.

Uh, by the way, my
name is Ben Wallace,

in case you wanted to know.

Teddy, you go back
and tell Mr. Favor.

If that's all right with
you, huh, Wallace?

They can ride
anywhere they want,

except toward the river.

Uh, Bailey, you stay
here and watch the cattle.

Sure, I'll do that.

There's not gonna
be much I can do

if they wanna start anything.

I didn't ask you to do anything.

I understand.

All right, I'm ready.

You better give me your gun.

Let's go.

You know, I gotta
admit one thing.

You're a lot braver
man than I am.

If I was you, I wouldn't
be ridin' off with me.

You wouldn't, huh?

No, that's why I asked
for your gun back there.

You see, goin' up
to where we're goin',

there's just gonna
be you and me.

Now, a brave man
like you might try things.

I don't want the
chances to be even.

Come on, let's get outta here.

Yes, men!

Hut!

Put my horse away.

Well, our Captain Donahoe
made me a lot of promises,

but all I get to do
is watch his horse.

Best leader a man could ask for.

Yet so far all he's got
us is short ration and dirt.

This place gonna be
a real town someday.

We're gonna own it.

If this ever does become a town,

I'll tell you who's gonna
own it: that Judge Brady.

I hear someone
mentioning my name?

Well...

I was just sayin' that things
ain't happenin' very fast.

Don't pay no attention
to Thompson, judge.

He's always grousing.

I hope he's not too unhappy.

We're embarked
on a great enterprise.

We need confidence, enthusiasm.

My daughter would not be
married to Captain Donahoe

if I did not believe in him.

That's right. She's
real pretty too, judge.

Thank you.

She's very pretty.

Captain Donahoe is very manly.

Eh, very manly.

And he's a gentleman too.

Well, he was commissioned
during the war, wasn't he?

That makes him an officer
and a gentleman, don't it?

Very true.

Only trouble is he
ain't nothin' more

than a farmer who
knows how to fight.

But he does know how to fight.

Mary, I'm talking to you.

Let's not raise
our voices again.

I'm sorry, but you just
don't listen to me anymore.

No, I'm afraid it's you

who doesn't listen
to me anymore.

You only listen to my father.

Well, I admit I ain't got the
education your father's got.

I know. He's told you you're
an office and a gentleman.

You've got the
documents to prove it.

Trouble is, I married a
man, not his documents.

It's only when you try to
be something you're not

that you upset me.

You mean, when I try to
behave like your father does?

You don't like it?
Like he wants you to.

Why do you think I lead a
bunch of rotten jayhawkers?

Why do you think
I came out here?

For money, that's
all my father wants.

That's what your father
needs, he's got everything else!

Why...

Sure, I could go back and
become a farmer again,

but you wouldn't like that.

I married you.

You married me because
I got hopes and ambition.

'Cause during the
war I got someplace.

And the war is over.

Well, my life isn't.

I just hope that
our life isn't over.

Oh, Captain Donahoe,
this is Mr. Yates, a drover.

Mr. Yates.

Captain of what?

Why did you bring him here?

Oh, he's with the herd

trying to water down
at the river crossing.

Did you tell him about the toll?

Yes, sir, but, uh, he
didn't like my explanation.

You're not gonna
like my explanation,

but you're gonna pay the toll.

You didn't answer my question.
What are you captain of?

Fort Springfield.

That was during the war.

That was during the war.

Yeah, well, there
ain't no war on now.

My men call me "captain"
as a matter of courtesy,

something a drover
wouldn't know anything about.

I'll tell you something,
a drover don't know

anything about payin' a toll
to water his cattle in a river.

You're one drover
that's gonna find out.

How do you do? I'm Judge Brady.

Yes, judge, this
is, uh, Mr. Yates.

Very happy to
meet you, Mr. Yates.

He's captain of nothing. Now,
what are you judge of, huh?

The story of my
past would bore you

just as much as it bores me.

Wallace, take care
of Mr. Yates' horse.

Oh, and have Thompson
bring us some wine.

Shall we be seated, Mr. Yates?

Yeah.

I was just gonna
suggest that, judge.

Of course you were.

Yates. Captain.

America is a great
nation, Mr. Yates.

The rate of expansion
westward is incredible.

Fifty years from now,
hundreds of thousands of people

will be living in
this very area.

I ain't exactly interested
in 50 years from now.

We intend, Captain
Donahoe and I,

to found a city,

a city which will
be in the very path

of the march to the West.

A city which will be ours.

Lock, stock, and barrel,
if I may use a cliché.

I don't care what you use,
I gotta get back to the herd.

Which brings us to the
point of the discussion.

I'll put it to you
quite frankly.

The establishment
of great enterprises

always, alas, requires money.

The greater the establishment,
the greater the money.

You are going to be
helpful in this respect.

Listen, judge, I ain't
interested in your city.

But you are interested
in getting your herd

across the river.

Well, thank you, Thompson.

It'll cost you $5 a head.

How large is your herd?

Three thousand, and we
ain't gonna pay any $5 a head.

That is the price
as of this moment.

If we are forced to
continue in negotiations,

the price may rise.

Yeah, well, if I know Mr. Favor,

there won't be any
continuing of negotiations.

Who is Mr. Favor?

He's the trail boss,

I'm just the
ramrod of the outfit.

He a good trail boss?

Yeah, he's good.

Then he'll know that
there's only one spot

within a hundred
miles to cross the river.

He'll also know that by paying
the small toll which we ask,

he'll be saving himself a
great deal of time and money.

We're taking our
cattle across the river

and we're saving money

'cause we're not
gonna pay a toll.

You're a very young
man, Mr. Yates.

Is Mr. Favor any older?

Yeah, he's older.

Good, an older head
is always a cooler head.

You may convey my
respects to Mr. Favor.

You may also inform him as
to whatever happened here.

I shall expect to hear
from him very soon.

Oh, I'll tell him what you said,

but don't expect
to hear from him.

He ain't that much older.

What's that?

A bugle.

I know that, but
who's playing it?

Captain Donahoe is
a very gallant soldier.

And a very fine leader.

Many of the men you
see here fought under him.

They will continue to do so.

Now, the bugler.

You seem strangely
interested in him.

Was he around
our camp last night?

I believe Captain Donahoe
issued such instructions,

didn't you, captain?

I did, sir.

You may be wondering why.

The answer is very simple.

It's always best to do business

with frightened men,
with worried men.

The sound of the
bugle in the night,

did it frighten
many of your men?

It didn't frighten anyone.

Did it worry them?

You're free to
return to the river.

Three thousand head
of cattle. $5 a head.

Judge.

Yes?

Do we have any right
to make them pay a toll?

Course we have.

It's our land, isn't it,
that they're crossing?

Is it?

I'm just a farmer.

Well, I used to be a farmer.

But land that you own

is land that you've
bought and you've paid for.

Captain, I admire you.

You have sterling virtues.

I would not have
consented to your marriage

to my daughter otherwise.

But you have no imagination.

The more settled parts
of our country it is true,

land to be owned
must be paid for.

In the West, however,

there are other ways
of acquiring land.

Just by taking it?

By establishing
sovereign rights.

Through possession,
improvement and development.

I don't understand that.

Course you don't.

I do, however.

You can believe me
when I assure you

that everything we're
doing is perfectly legal.

Not always be surrounded
by such squalor.

We'll build our castles.

One day, your children,
my grandchildren,

will be very grateful.

They will inherit a kingdom.

Who's gonna be the king?

Well, that's about
the size of it.

Jayhawkers. Haven't
got a nickel to their name

or a roof over their heads or
a honest bone in their body.

Pete, any way of
bypassing the river?

Yeah, but it'd take
five or six days longer.

Then there is a way?

If we head west, then go north.

Water?

Yeah, we'd be crossing
some of the smaller streams

that feed the Woodside River.

Yeah, but five
or six extra days.

Time is cheaper than money.

What are you afraid of those
jayhawkers or something?

Ooh, they got a lot of rifles.

Yeah, well, so have we.

Their job is to use 'em.

What are ours doin',
just sittin' in the wagon?

Our job is to push this
beef north to Sedalia.

Boss, if you ask my opinion...

I'd get it, but I ain't asked.

I can't see runnin'
away from a fight

with a bunch of outlaws.

We'll keep the beef movin'.

What about the cattle we've
already got down at the river?

We'll pick 'em
up in the mornin'.

Well, suppose they
won't let us, huh?

There's only about 100 head.
We can afford to lose 'em.

They ain't worth any $15,000

or any of the men's lives.

Boss. Yeah?

The men are willing to fight.

Well, I ain't.

I counted all the
graves of all the drovers

who've died in useless fights.

I know there's too many of
'em. Hey, get some sleep.

Don't touch it!

- Who's Mr. Favor?
- That'd be me.

Captain Donahoe.

Oh, yeah, the jayhawker.

Talk civil. Is it wrong?

Start movin' the herd.

Where?

Right where you were
goin', the Woodside River.

We're not crossing the Woodside.

That's where you're wrong.

Drovers won't need guns
to drive cattle, Mr. Wallace.

Sure, captain.

Don't worry about
your night guard,

we didn't hurt him.

How long will it take you
to get the herd to the river?

Most of the day.

Start 'em movin'.

Men ain't eaten yet.

Too bad.

Captain.

I don't know whether
you're a real captain

or a fake captain,
but there's one thing

you can mighty well be sure of.

You're gonna be a dead captain

if your men don't
put their guns down.

You're lucky my
men didn't kill you.

Leave it go, Wish.

Now, are you
gonna move this herd

or are my men
gonna move it for you?

We'll move it. Let's get movin'!

Your men know their job.

Yep.

Take Mr. Favor to
see Judge Brady.

Keep a guard all night.

All right, captain.

Let's go, Mr. Favor.

I think Pete and I
oughta go along with you.

I don't care what
you think, Mr. Yates.

You talk pretty big when
you've got all the guns,

don't you?

You think I need a
gun to handle you?

Yeah, I think you do.

If I didn't have more
important things to do

I might take you up on it.

More important things
like stealing cattle?

What are we waiting for?

You seem worried, my dear.

Where's Brian?

I haven't seen him all day.

Young love is a wonderful thing.

Separated from your
husband for an entire day

and you're practically
on the verge of hysterics.

I'm not on the
verge of hysterics.

I'm frightened.

Indeed.

Every time you send
him out I don't know...

A soldier's wife must be brave.

I sometimes think almost
braver than the soldier himself.

I didn't marry a soldier.

What on Earth do
you think you married?

A gentleman?

A good, decent man.

You married... To be precise.

A fool.

One, however,

who happens to possess
the ability to lead men.

Fools of that sort
have risen very high.

Napoleon was a
miserable chess player.

But I think he made
a very fine general.

We're in the wilderness.

My husband leads a
handful of ignorant men,

and you dream of empires.

Father, I don't want Brian
to be any part of your dream

or scheme or plans.

I need him.

See these louts,

appendages of
the rifles they carry?

Not one of them would follow me.

They all follow Brian
wherever he leads.

He's very necessary to me, Mary.

I will advise you
not to interfere.

Hey!

Judge Brady, this
is, uh, Mr. Favor.

Very happy to
meet you, Mr. Favor.

Captain, you wife is present.

Mrs. Donahoe, Mr. Favor.

Captain Donahoe's
wife and my daughter.

How do you do, Mr. Favor?

Ma'am. I wanna get back to
my herd as quick as possible.

Certainly not before
you dine with us.

Please, be seated.

That's a real tall chief.

Don't get worried.

They'll know how to share him.

I'm not so sure.

Looks kind of smart.

Judge Brady can
handle him with words.

Captain Donahoe can
handle him with his fists.

Please, sit down.

Perhaps some wine
will help your appetite.

Not thirsty.

Of course you're not.

Wine is much too noble a drink

to be used to
quench one's thirst.

Stimulates the appetite,

quickens the intellect,

quickens the imagination.

I'm afraid it would be
wasted on me then.

The only thing I'm interested
in at the moment is my herd.

I make it a rule never to
discuss business at table.

Let's go someplace else then.

There's no hurry.

Whatever you may
think, Mr. Favor,

there's no hurry at all.

I think there is.

Any business I got
to do with jayhawkers

I wanna get over with quick.

I don't like the
word "jayhawker,"

so don't use it again.

Let's not quibble
over proper nouns.

As I said, we will not
discuss business...

Mr. Favor,

what is a jayhawker?

Mary.

Brian, I wanna know.

Mr. Favor?

"Jayhawker" is
another term for "thief."

I like your sense
of humor, Mr. Favor.

You call my father and
my husband thieves.

Brian, I'd like to dance.

Dance?

Yes.

That's a waltz he's playing.

You know I don't
know how to dance.

I'd forgotten.

Mr. Favor?

Ma'am.

Would you like to dance?

I didn't come here to dance.

Thank you.

Whatever your
business is with my father

he won't discuss it
till he's finished dinner.

You might as well dance with me.

It's a pleasure, ma'am.

Rather surprising
man, the trail boss.

Seems to have the
manners of a gentleman.

Mary and he look
quite well together.

Mr. Favor?

Yes.

I'm going to keep on smiling

as though I were discussing
the latest Paris fashions,

but I want to know why my
husband brought you here.

You... really don't know
what your husband is?

Why are you here?

By invitation, of course...

standing at the point of a gun.

I'm driving a herd of 3,000
cattle up the Sedalia Trail.

Your father and your
husband are asking

for $5 a head to let
us cross the river.

Isn't that usual?

I mean, when you're
crossing other people's land?

It's not usual.

Especially since jayhawkers
don't have any land.

If they had, this
wouldn't be it.

Why not?

Mrs. Donahoe, I
think it's about time

you asked your
husband some questions.

Well, the answers
I'd get wouldn't be his.

They'd be my father's.

You won't be allowed
to leave tonight.

Please don't try.

Please stay. It means
everything to me.

As well as to you.

Thank you very much, Mr. Favor.

Thank you.

Good night.

Mary always was fond of dancing.

I'm afraid the poor child has
had little opportunity of late.

However, there are
more important things

than social graces,

aren't there, captain?

I didn't bring Mr. Favor
here to entertain my wife.

Of course you didn't.

We'll look on the
dance as a bonus.

A very small bonus.

However, the toll
remains to be collected.

Toll for what?

Five dollars per head
for crossing the river

and trespassing.

Trespassing? On whose land?

Ours.

This is Indian land.

The government set it
aside for the Cherokee tribes.

Judge, is he telling the truth?

He's telling what he
thinks to be the truth.

Or what may even have
been the truth at one time.

That time has passed.

The Cherokees know this?

If they don't, I'll be
very glad to tell them.

You said this
was open territory.

It is open territory.

Look, I don't know
anything about legal matters.

All I know about is fighting.

But I'm not gonna fight for
land that doesn't belong to me.

Since you've admitted
your ignorance.

Suppose you leave
the legal matters to me.

If I thought you
were lying to me...

Mr. Favor,

the fee has been set.

Are you prepared to pay?

Ain't got the money
even if I would.

I won't have it
until the herd's sold.

And even then, the
money ain't mine.

In that case, we have
only one recourse:

confiscation of
your entire herd.

Couldn't we have done all of
this without the song and dance?

Captain, I think we better
detain Mr. Favor here.

His men will be less
likely to cause trouble.

Slim, Norman!

Lock him up. Saddle my horse.

You're riding to river with me.

Mary?

Mary?

I'm going with you.

To your husband?

Yes.

I'll be your hostage.

It's the only way to
save Brian and me,

and also to save you, Mr. Favor.

Get the buckets.

Well, now, the cook's going
down to the crick to get some water.

The cook's helper's going
out and getting some fire wood.

Any objections
from you generals?

Now, hurry up and get that wood.

Easy, Mushy. Easy.

Sorry, but I... I didn't
want you yelling out.

Why? I would have.

This is Mrs. Donahoe.

I want Mrs. Donahoe to
hide in the supply wagon.

Why, it'll be a pleasure.

And I don't want any of
the jayhawkers to see her.

Well, they're on the
other side of the wagon.

When I take the fire wood in,

I'll kind of act up

and they won't notice
her getting in on this side.

Good. Try singing.

Yeah, that always gets 'em.

The wagon on the left.

♪ Camptown races
Five miles long ♪

♪ Doo-da, doo-da ♪

♪ Bet my money
On a five-tailed nag ♪

♪ On the run all night
Doo-da, doo-da ♪

♪ Run all day ♪

♪ Going to town With
your head caved in ♪

What do you think you're doing?

I'm singing. Well, I was.

That's what you think.

Mrs. Donahoe,
the captain's wife,

she's hiding in
the supply wagon.

Mrs... Oh, I'll get...

Mr. Favor brought her.

He's out where I got the wood.

Well, uh, son, it's
no time to be singing.

In your case, the
moonlight isn't either.

Now get the water on.

Well, you can guard
without being in my way.

I'm gonna go get
a sack of coffee.

It's all right.

I'll bring you some breakfast.

That bacon sure
smells good, captain.

Yeah, well, we're
not eating their food.

We ain't eating ours either.

Three thousand head of cattle's

enough to swallow
in one morning.

Leave these three men
here to guard our drovers.

Take the rest and push
that herd across the river.

Right, captain.

We're moving the
cattle across the river.

Mount.

Wishbone.

Sure is good to see
you. What are they up to?

They're gonna move
the herd across the river.

They are, huh?

Well, they can try.

You better get back
before they miss you.

What do you plan on doing?

You just wait.

There's something
wrong with those steers.

Something wrong with the
way we're handling them/

Well, we're no drovers.

Plenty of drovers around.

I want you to move the
herd across the river.

Kind of thought you
did. They don't wanna go.

My old grandpappy told
me there'd be days like this.

Through having your fun?

Get on those horses, move
that herd across the river.

Well, we tried.

If I thought this was
some kind of a trick...

You saw 'em trying.

How do you usually
get 'em across the river?

Mr. Favor usually
worries about it.

Captain Donahoe.

Judge let you go?

Well, he was asleep when I left.

So was nearly everyone else.

Nearly everyone else?

Your wife was up.

Favor, if you hurt
my wife I'll kill you.

There's no need to.

You mean she just
let you walk out?

She came with me.

She's all right.

Where is she?

I'll trade you your
wife for my herd.

I'll find her.

It was her idea.

You're a liar.

You sure?

I'm not sure of anything.

Like I'm not sure if it's right
for me to take your herd.

Are you willing to
fight for your herd?

Your men got all our guns.

I'm not talking about the men.

I'm talking about us.

I'll fight for my herd.

Ready?

Now, that's all.

That's all.

You lose the fight

but you win your herd.

No man can take a
beating like you have

and just keep
coming back for more

unless he knows that
what he's fighting for is right.

Well, I don't
know that I'm right.

I'm very proud of you.

Why? Because I won the fight?

Yes.

And I don't mean
just the fistfight.

If I may interrupt.

No one is giving away my herd.

I thought you were a
fighting man, Donahoe.

You gonna let 'em throw away
something that's in your hands?

All you had to do was reach out.

I'm not listening to any
more of your speeches, judge.

You men thought you
were taking orders from me,

but you weren't.

You were taking them from him.

But you're gonna take
one last order from me.

From me.

Let the herd go.

How is he, Wish?

I don't know. I'll have
to stop the bleeding.

Mushy, get my doctor's kit.

Take 'em across.

Hyah!

What are you stopping for?

Giving the wheels a good soak.

Good. How's, eh, Captain
Donahoe making out?

Fine.

A medical doctor, as soon
as we can get him to one,

will make him as good as new.

Good.

Wishbone says you're
gonna be as good as new.

Better than new.

You got the cattle
across the river.

Uh-huh.

Mind telling me how?

Well, you picked
the wrong place.

Too many snags and
dead trees in the river

where you tried to cross.

And you picked the wrong time.

Sun was just rising and
shining in the cattles' eyes.

Steer just won't
go across the river

unless they can
see the other bank.

All I had to do was
take them down the river,

wait until the sun was
high enough in the sky

so it wouldn't blind them.

The cattle and me both.

Oh, Scarlet says
we'll be passing a town

in a couple, three hours.

We'll get you there, captain.

Isn't "captain" any
longer, Mr. Favor.

It's Brian Donahoe,

farmer.

And a good one.

Catch up when you can.

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' ♪