Original subtitles

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

- Hyah! -♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Keep movin', movin', movin' ♪

♪ Though they're disapprovin' ♪

♪ Keep them dogies movin' ♪

♪ Rawhide ♪

♪ Don't try to understand them ♪

♪ Just rope and 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 ♪

-(whip cracks) -♪ Cut 'em out, ride 'em in ♪

♪ Ride 'em in, let 'em out, cut 'em out, ride 'em in ♪

-♪ Rawhide...! ♪ -♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

- Hyah! -♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin'. ♪

(whip cracks twice)

[GUNSHOT]

Billy boy, I can see I got to take you in hand.

Now, that last shot was more than an inch off.

[CHUCKLES]

You show me the hand that shoots as good from the hip,

and, uh, I'll show you Abraham Lincoln doing cartwheels barefoot.

- Jess. - Hmm?

Morning. Target practice?

[BILLY CHUCKLES]

BILLY: You might call it that. Who are you?

Name's Rowdy Yates.

We're ramrodding a herd a few miles back down the trail.

Well, Mr. Ramrod Yates, light down, stretch them bones.

Cattlemen are always welcome on Johanson land.

Uh, gentlemen.

I hate to interrupt...

That's target practice?

Not exactly.

See, we're just teaching our friend up there, Mr. Higgins,

that old pirate game.

It's called walking the plank, ha, ha.

Strange, but I don't seem to share their sense of humor.

Uh, if you don't mind me being nosy, why?

Well, being a cattleman, Yates, you ought to know why.

He's a nester.

He and his kin have been trying to dig up our dirt now for more than a month.

You are gonna be gone by nightfall, ain't you, Mr. Higgins?

No, sir, I ain't.

You know, he's the stubbornest cuss we ever run into.

Mr. Higgins, you mean that you aren't even in the least a little bit afraid

of what might happen to you?

Mr. Johanson, I'm scared green, as they say.

But that there is my land, and I intend to stay on it till I die.

It ain't your land.

Oh, yes, it is.

Has been ever since I filed my claim. That's the law.

Ain't he the limit?

You know, Pa almost died laughing when old Milt brought that claim out.

- Old Milt? - Milt's the town drunk in Paradise.

He sleeps in the courthouse cellar. He keeps an eye on things.

And he's the court judge now too.

Pa appointed him that so as he could, uh, take Higgins' claim...

Claim under what? What?

Under advisement.

Yeah, that's it.

Yeah.

Your pa, he must really be a barrel of laughs.

He's got a middling sense of humor.

Let it go, Billy.

Besides, time's a-wasting

and we can't let our little bird perch up there all day, now, can we?

Yeah, you must be awful tired up there, eh, Mr. Higgins?

Hey, suppose you just spread your little wings and take off.

I told you before, I can't swim.

Oh.

Well, you better learn and try awful hard, Mr. Nester.

Because I promise you that lead is a slight harder to get through than water.

Look, the man said he can't swim.

You know, Yates, every time you open your big mouth,

I like you less.

Suppose you just hop on your horsy and trot out of here

before you wear out your welcome.

All right, put the gun down.

Ramrod, you just made a bad mistake.

ROWDY: Let's make it a bigger one.

Drop those guns in the lake.

- I'm warning you. - I'm warning you, boy.

Don't make me count to three.

One...

There'll be another time, Billy.

Now, why don't you boys just hop on your horsies

and trot on out of here?

For now, cowboy.

Only for now.

You can come on down, Higgins.

With pleasure. Aah!

Help.

[YELLS]

Help.

[SPUTTERING]

[COUGHING]

Higgins. Higgins, you all right?

Well, I would be

if you'd stop pressing so hard

on my kidneys.

Oh, yeah.

[COUGHS]

- Thank you. - think, uh...

I think you better get out of here before they come back.

Would you believe how they have this floodwater listed on the map?

Casey's Creek.

Well, that don't surprise me none.

That map would most likely list Death Valley

as a snow-covered fairyland anyway.

What do you wanna do about this? Wanna wait till it drains off some?

About all we can do. Might as well bed them down.

I'll see if there's a shallows further on somewheres.

- Boss. - Mm-hm?

They sure don't look like no happy-time company.

[GROANS]

Who's the boss here? You?

FAVOR: Yep. Gil Favor.

You got a ramrod named Yates?

- Oh, yeah. JOHANSON: Where is he?

Who wants to know?

You caught the question clear enough, cowpoke, now, where is he?

Does that puppy yap like that all the time?

Billy.

My name is Johanson.

Your ramrod butted in on a private affair a while ago.

I wanna talk to him about that.

Yeah, well, maybe you'd better talk to me.

He ain't back yet.

All right.

Some nesters have been nagging me for a month or so.

Yates took his part. Threw down on my boy, Billy, here.

We owe him.

Unless he stopped in town for a drink.

All right, you look for him there. But stay away from the farm.

- Pa, that don't make sense, if-- - You stay away from the farm.

I gave them my word we wouldn't bother them before sundown.

No use in killing them if we don't have to.

Don't wanna clutter up the cemetery if we don't have to.

Now, same thing goes for you and your steers, trail boss.

You keep going north and there'll be no trouble.

But if one of your drovers steps out of line,

you ain't gonna have no herd to push. Is that clear?

You know, for a man who's all fired sensitive about his own business,

you sure sticking a big nose into mine.

Now, as long as this is open trail,

I'm gonna take my herd where I want to and when I want to.

Is that clear?

It would be, if this were open trail.

What does that mean?

It means that the herds go through if I let them. It's my valley.

The land office don't agree.

My land office does.

- Get started. - Mr. Johanson.

You realize there's logs and brush in that river

big enough to kill a horse if it hits him broadside?

That's your lookout.

But I'd advise you to cross anyway.

It's gonna get worse before it gets better.

Why?

JOHANSON: Snow's melting faster than we thought.

We dammed up the headwaters, but the lake's high and the dam's low,

and I wouldn't count on it to hold forever.

If it busts, you ain't gonna have no herd to push.

Come on, boys.

I'm gonna like this valley. Everybody's so friendly.

Jimbo, how far off is that town they mentioned?

Well, according to that crazy map, there's a place called Paradise City.

It can't be more than an hour's ride north.

Three minds but with a single ramrod.

- Wish, you need some supplies. - I can always use sugar.

Good, and you find that boy,

and you put him in that sugar barrel if you have to.

If you two haven't found him after an hour, forget about him.

He made his own bed, let him get laid out in it.

Or whatever the saying is.

Giddap.

- Hey. Is this it? - Huh? Huh?

Is this it?

HIGGINS: Yeah, that's it.

Are you all right?

Dizzy spell.

Must have cracked my head on one of them...

One of them limbs, yeah.

Hit my head.

PRESCOTT: Hey.

Hey.

Papa.

What--? If you've finally killed him, I'll cut your rotten head off

- and knock you flat with it. ROWDY: Killed him?

You keep your clammy hands off me too.

I may not have a gun, but I got teeth and I got fingernails,

so unless you wanna lose an eye, you better start making dust.

Will you let me tell you what happened?

You don't have to tell me what happened.

I can see by the state his clothes are in.

You tried to drown him.

Come on, Papa.

Call Grover, he's in the meadow.

Well, go on, clear out of here before I get mad!

Get mad?

HIGGINS: Sarah? - Yes, Papa, I'm right here.

You're safe now.

Where's, uh...? Where's Mr. Yates?

Well, if you mean that beady-eyed weasel-mouth, I sent him packing.

He won't bother you anymore.

Sent him packing?

Why, I wanted to offer him a drink.

I'd have drowned if it hadn't been for him.

A couple of those Johanson men got a hold of me.

Isn't he one of Johanson's men?

No, no, no. He's with some trail herd.

- I'll go fetch him. - Oh, no, you stay put, Papa.

I'll get him.

Mr. Yates.

Look, I've had just about all I can handle before lunch.

Oh, that's a shame. And here I was gonna offer you a drink.

What, poison?

Ten-year-old straight whiskey, private stock.

Pa told me what you did.

I guess we've been having kind of a hard time here.

I guess a cowhand to me is like a red flag to a bull.

Papa won't let us have guns,

so the only thing I've got to shoot off is my mouth.

Anyway, I'm truly sorry, Mr. Yates.

And I apologize with all my heart.

Well, that's all right.

Come on, then.

Well, I, uh, should be getting back to the herd.

[CLEARS THROAT]

Ten-year-old whiskey, you say, huh?

Mm-hm.

Well...

I'll just stay for...

How do you like it?

Mr. Higgins, this stuff's about as smooth as...

Well, a blue-eyed blond-headed girl's cheek on a soft summer day.

HIGGINS: Ha-ha-ha. Made it myself.

- You did? - Mm-hm.

Papa says every man ought to have two professions.

Other one's silversmithing.

Yeah, the only trouble is there don't seem to be

what you might call a crying demand for silversmithing in Paradise Valley.

At least not yet.

Well, maybe you ought to move on towards San Francisco.

A city like that ought to have a big market for silversmithing,

and fine whiskey.

Mr. Yates, didn't you hear what I said

to those two laughing jackasses, Mr. Yates?

I ain't stirring one inch from this farm, market or no market.

You didn't hear those laughing jackasses right.

The way I understand it, Johanson don't take no for an answer.

And he's saying no to you settlers.

Well, the Indians said the same thing in New Hampshire.

But the settlers came, just like they came here.

You know, this place was built by a Concord family.

They done right well too till that Johanson.

He barked too loud and they listened too long, and they ran.

Sol bought them out.

Took everything, everything I had, but it was worth it.

You know, I only lived here one month, but it's got home written all over it.

Yes, sir. The world turns here, Mr. Yates.

Nobody can stop it.

Well, Johanson can if he's got the guns.

Has he? We're here.

Oh, sure, I know, he's scared everybody else out.

Him and that big-talking Billy and their hired gunmen.

Maybe someday he'll work up to attacking us.

- Yeah, well-- - But in the meantime,

we're staying right here.

Well, Billy seemed to make it plain enough.

Johanson wants you out of here by sundown. Period.

- Sundown? ROWDY: That's right.

Unless Billy and his boys decide

to come in here ahead of time on their own.

HIGGINS: They won't.

You can't be sure about that.

Yes, I can. I'll tell you why.

There ain't a living soul in this whole valley,

except my family and me,

that dares to hiccup without Johanson's say-so.

So if he told them to wait until sundown, they'll wait.

And then what?

Well, then they're human. They're human.

When they see that they can't buffalo me,

they'll back off. Yeah.

A man like Johanson doesn't have to buffalo anybody.

If he can't get you out one way, he'll just kill you and carry you out.

- Mr. Yates. ROWDY: Now, wait a minute.

All right, suppose you are wrong, though, then what happens to her?

Well, uh...

Papa, maybe--

You'd better go on there, Sarah.

I wasn't gonna say that.

Al meant was maybe we ought to have guns.

No, no, no. I'll stand for no violence here.

No violence?

Well, I happen to believe in the law with all my soul, sir.

You said it, Higgins, Johanson is the law in Paradise.

No, sir. No, sir. The law is principles.

Principles? There's no principles out here.

This isn't New Hampshire. It's different.

Why is it different?

Did you know that New Hampshire was a howling wilderness

before my grandpa got there?

And he didn't turn around and go back to Liverpool like a whipped pup.

No, sir. He settled down and he raised two missionary sons.

And do you know that in 90 years, he never shot a gun or struck a blow?

And neither have any of the Higginses since.

And some of them was mighty provoked.

You know, my uncle, he died in China,

and I brought my pa back when he was killed in the Fijis.

And I guess I'm as much a missionary as they are.

Only it ain't religion that I'm preaching, it is the law.

A man has to have a use, Mr. Yates,

and a dream.

Otherwise he ain't a man.

I'm surprised that you don't see that.

Well, I see it, Mr. Higgins. I just don't under--

Sarah, get behind me.

Oh, Grover, will you stop it?

- This is a friend. - A what?

A friend. Oh, my goodness.

Well, now, I thought you told me he was trying to kill Mr. Higgins.

He was.

He did.

Well, that's what she said.

Well, I made a little mistake.

We'll have to hang a tag around your neck.

"This cowboy don't bite."

- Are these your boys here? - The little one is. That's Prescott.

And Grover, he might as well be.

He's lived with us more than half his life.

He's Papa's apprentice.

Or he was. His term's over.

He could go any time he wants.

Well, I'm sorry.

I'd better go and look in on Mrs. Johanson.

Mrs. Johanson?

Ah, that's one of our mares.

Couldn't think of another name,

and stubborn as she is, I thought it was fitting.

She's readying to throw her first colt.

Oh, I sure wish she'd get it over with.

Sometimes I don't know what's wrong with that boy.

Well, look, if I don't get back to my herd,

the trail boss is gonna skin me alive.

Before I go, Mr. Higgins--

No, no, no, you go on, boy. You go on. Don't you fret about us.

You know, that Johanson talks big, but I can talk bigger if I have to.

Talk isn't gonna help now. Don't you understand?

What you don't understand, my boy, is that we can take care of ourselves.

Mr. Higgins, the foal, it's here.

What do I do?

What do you do? Why, you, uh...

What's he do?

What do you do?

Why...

What's he do?

[MOUTHS] Me?

Oh, yeah, you people can take care of yourselves just fine.

[HORSE WHINNIES]

All right, all right, I'm coming, Mrs. Johanson.

Now, don't tell me, young man,

you can have a hand in a miracle like that

and still doubt that the world's gonna make it all right.

It ain't the world I'm worried about, Mr. Higgins.

It's the cussed stubbornness of some people.

Well, this stubborn cuss, for once, thanks you again.

Is there anything you can't do, Mr. Yates?

Mighty little, I'd imagine.

Oh, it ain't always what a man can do, you know,

so much as it is what he's willing to try.

Sometimes he's gotta stop mooning around and jump in.

Ain't that right, Mr. Yates?

Oh, yeah. Yeah, amen, Mr. Higgins.

You know, so I've thinking,

maybe I'll take your advice after all.

- About Johanson? - Yeah.

There's no sense in talking to Johanson.

I can see that now.

So I calculate that maybe I'll go into Paradise City

and talk to the people themselves.

Persuade them to turn away from these handouts

and sloth and Johansons, and come over to our side.

Higgins, when are you gonna get it through your thick skull

that you're wasting time?

Telling an American the truth is never a waste of time there, Mr. Yates.

No one's interested in you.

Well, you are. You listened, you understood.

Yeah, well, I'm out of my--

- Well, I-- - No, I wanna thank you for everything.

Next time you come by,

I'll consider it a personal insult if you don't stop here.

All right, now, Grover, you take care of everything.

I'll be back from Paradise in an hour or two.

Boy, it's like trying to reason with a mountain.

All rock and half as thick.

Pa is some stubborn, isn't he?

You think Pa is wrong, Mr. Yates?

Yeah, 100 percent.

PRESCOTT: Even about talking to the folks in Paradise City?

Well,

that can't do any good,

but it probably can't do any harm either.

I hope not.

They beat him up pretty bad the last time he went in.

Beat him up? Who beat him up?

Johanson's men.

You mean he's gonna be spouting off to Johanson's men?

More than likely.

Oh, no.

Oh, no, no, no. Look, this is his business,

if he wants to get torn apart, then that's his problem.

Maybe I'd better go ride into town with him.

Grover.

Yeah, you better stay here like he told you to.

Mr. Yates, where are you going?

Paradise, where else?

[CROWD SHOUTING]

HIGGINS: All right! MAN: We can't hear you.

Can you hear me now?

Honey, you're coming over clear as a bell,

so you just ring away.

[LAUGHING]

Now, I was saying this is your problem as much as mine.

It's the whole valley's problem.

See that statue? Any of you folks know who that is?

FLO: Looks like me when I still had my figure, honey.

[CROWD LAUGHING]

I ain't surprised that you don't know who that is,

because that is Justice.

And there ain't been any justice in this whole valley

since that Johanson rode in here.

But that-- Now, wait. That don't mean it's gonna be that way forever.

No, sir. You don't realize the power you got in your own hands.

Get up on your hind feet there, fight.

Why don't you start a newspaper? Read it.

Worry about what you read and fix things when they are wrong.

And listen to me, vote, vote, vote.

Listen to me, you can't turn your backs on the truth

any more than you can turn your backs on yourselves, can you?

Stand together, that's all you need.

[CROWD MURMURING]

Old loudmouth's at it again.

HIGGINS: All you need is a little courage and a little determination

to make the law work for you.

Stand together. That's all you need.

All right, boys, that's it.

Your pirate days are over, so you'd better drop those belts.

Get him!

[GRUNTING]

Help him.

Separate them!

Fighting's for animals.

When are you gonna pay attention to the law?

Oh, no.

Oh, for the love of--

Now what's he gone and done?

Afternoon, Rowdy.

- Oh, no. WISHBONE: Coming through.

I don't mean to rush, but let's get out of here while we got a chance.

- Higgins. Higgins. - Higgins?

- Will you come on? ROWDY: I can't leave him like this.

He won't have a chance. Let's get him in the wagon.

Wait a minute, is this that nester that Johanson's been talking about?

- How'd you meet Johanson? - He come out to the herd, fit to be tied.

Said anybody got mixed up in this, he was gonna take them apart.

Mr. Favor will save him the trouble if we come rolling in with him.

We can take him back to his farm then.

Might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb.

I wish you could put that another way.

Peace, peace.

Peace, peace.

This sure isn't what I came to town for.

Giddap.

Come on. Come on.

No.

That'd be too easy.

They bought it now, right down the line.

Pa warned them drovers to stay out, and he don't warn twice.

Now, I want everything shut down.

And I want every man in town out blocking that trail.

That way nobody will get out alive.

[CATTLE MOOING]

FAVOR: Scarlet, Hey Soos.

Si, Señor Favor?

Come here, boys. I wanna ask you a little question.

Now, if I gave you an order

real slow and real clear, you think you could carry it out?

- Sure. - Good, good, good.

Right over those hills

there's supposed to be a city called Paradise.

Now, I don't know,

it might be a big hole that everybody just disappears into.

But whatever it is, I want you two to go over there

and find out what happened to Rowdy and Wishbone and Quince.

We can do it, señor.

But I don't want you to get into any trouble.

I don't want you to make any trouble.

I just want you to look and listen and use your heads.

- We can do it, señor. - Now, if somebody asks you

if you're from the Gil Favor outfit,

what do you say?

Uh...

- No hablo Inglés? - Fantastico, brilliant.

Es muy inteligente.

You're learning.

[THUNDER RUMBLES]

Thunder?

Is that right?

You ain't worried, are you, boss?

Worried? Me?

Flooded river in front of my herd, quarter of my crew gone,

headwaters rising over a low-built dam, and it's gonna rain.

Now, can you tell me what in the world I would have to worry about?

[THUNDER RUMBLES]

ROWDY: Thanks, boy.

- Ow, ow, that's-- - How you feeling, Pop?

Well, I'd feel like a $1 million

if this male nurse here would quit fussing over me.

I wouldn't have to fuss over you if you'd stay out of trouble.

There wouldn't be trouble in the first place if you didn't start it.

- Me? HIGGINS: Yeah, yeah.

I had them folks right in the palm of my hand.

They're just aching, they're aching to split with Johanson.

Yeah, sure they are.

The only split they're gonna have with Johanson

is maybe rushing out here ahead of time.

Well, where are they? Where are they?

Probably out getting liquored up, ready for the big event.

You still have a chance to get out of here.

Now, listen, Mr. Yates.

There's exactly two ways that I can lose this battle.

One of them's by running and the other's by fighting.

And I ain't about to do neither.

Oh, Higgins.

Look, Rowdy, let's just get out of here before their roof falls in or goes up.

Now, Mr. Quince, there's no hurry. I know nobody's coming.

These people, I've got faith in them.

You also got faith in Johanson?

Well, I got faith in human nature.

If they can scare me out, they will.

And if they can't, they'll know they're beaten.

Oh, boy.

Well, I think I'll go and check the trail.

In the meantime, why don't you fellas join me in another little snort?

If we gotta go, we might as well go happy.

GROVER: Sarah, listen.

SARAH: No. I'm not going and that's final.

If you're afraid--

I came for my horse.

He's ready.

[HORSE WHINNIES]

Oh, that boy makes me so mad sometimes.

Why, because he's trying to save your life?

Sounds like a man with sense to me.

He's not a man.

He's a child, that's the trouble.

He's only 19.

And how old are you?

- It's different with a girl. - It is?

Yes, it is. A girl's more mature.

She don't want some infant tagging along after her.

She wants...

What does she want?

Huh?

You think I'm too young to know my own mind,

- don't you, Mr. Yates? - Yep.

Well, you're wrong. Dead wrong.

Hey.

You're kind of leading with your chin, aren't you?

I knew what I was doing.

No one who plays with fire knows what they're doing.

Look, Sarah.

This life here, this is for you, not...

Not some dumb fiddle-footed ramrod who's got a saddle for a roof

and daylight where his prospects ought to be.

Prospects don't make a man.

At least you've got the courage to stand on your own two legs.

And Grover, he doesn't, huh?

He's just a baby.

Well, maybe you haven't let him be anything else.

- Me? - Yeah.

What have I done to him?

It isn't what you've done, maybe it's what you haven't done.

What in the Sam Hill are you two doing here?

Looking for you.

Señor, what's happening around here?

In town, they have tar, feathers, even ropes.

Well, Higgins, you hear that? Even you ought to be able to understand that.

Now, get in there and start packing your gear.

- Señor Rowdy, there's no way to leave. - Why not?

They got the road blocked back about a half a mile.

Let us through but made it plain, nobody would get out.

You were gonna split the people with Johanson,

had them all in the palm of your hand.

That ain't townspeople, they're Johanson's men.

Them is cowboys you seen, wasn't they?

No, señor, not vaqueros.

Card dealers, bartenders, a blacksmith.

They were drinking and laughing, like men getting ready for a fine party.

Oh.

[SIGHS]

We might as well all relax, looks like we're here to stay.

[SIGHS]

[PEOPLE YELLING INDISTINCTLY]

MAN 1: Come on. Let's make chickens!

Quit drinking, come on!

MAN 2: Hurry up there. MAN 3: Come on.

MAN 4: We want chicken!

MAN 1: Come on! Come on, come on!

Tar and feathers!

Come on, come on.

Come on. Let's make chickens!

- Quick drinking! Come on! MAN 2: Hurry up there!

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

It's raining again in the mountains.

We'll be done with Higgins by the time it gets over here.

I wasn't thinking about Higgins. I'm thinking about that dam.

Tell you what you'd better do. You better find Maury and Steve

and go out and open up the east sluice.

[THUNDER RUMBLES]

And you'd better make it quick.

MAN 2: Come on! MAN 1: Hurry up!

Come on! Come on!

Tar and feathers!

Come on! Come on!

JOHANSON: This is what I call a real courtesy,

coming all the way in here so we don't have to go and get you.

Celebrating New Year's a little early, ain't you?

We wanted to give your boys a big sendoff, trail boss.

- Where are they? - Higgins' farm.

Hold it.

I told you the thing between me and Higgins was personal,

but your boys bought in.

That puts you right in there with them. You ain't going nowhere.

Let him be!

Only places he'd go would be Higgins' farm or his own herd.

They're the deadest dead ends in the valley.

There's no need to wait for sundown now, let's go.

What do you figure they're waiting on?

Well, maybe they changed their minds.

They know we are seven men against them.

- Who says we're seven? - Well, six, at least, with Señor Grover.

Grover does what Higgins tells him.

I just offered him a rifle and he wouldn't take it.

[HORSE APPROACHING]

[COCKS]

Now we're really in trouble, it's the boss.

Better let him in.

ROWDY: Boss. It's good to see you.

Uh, look, I'd like to explain about this whole thing, I...

Oh, well, I'll bet you is just wondering why we didn't come back and, uh...

Hey Soos, you tell him.

HEY SOOS: Me?

Well, we, uh...

Señor Scarlet?

Uh...

Wish.

Well, it's just a simple matter of...

Well, you're the ramrod, you tell him.

Get your horses.

Why? We can't go anywhere. They got the place surrounded.

Get your horses.

Well, we might make it, Señor Favor, but what about the girl?

Forget about the girl, get--

[GROANS]

What girl?

Uh, Higgins' daughter. He has a 12-year-old boy too.

Well, I've got 3,000 head of steer standing by a flood-rising river.

What is the matter with you knotheads, huh?

How did you get into this, huh?

Well, it wasn't easy.

Can you tell me how any sane man

could risk his neck to pull somebody else's chestnuts

out of a fire that can't be put out? Huh?

Yeah, well, then why'd you come after us?

- That's different. ROWDY: Why?

Why? Because I say so, that's why.

[HORSES APPROACHING]

Here they come.

All right, get that wagon in place.

Sarah, get away from that window.

Papa, what are you sitting there for? You said you'd talk to them at least.

Talk to them about what?

Mr. Higgins, I've been with you for 11 years

and I never saw you do a wrong thing in all that time.

But you're wrong now.

It's too late for talk, I grant you that.

But it's not too late to change your mind about fighting.

You just take a look outside, tell me how many we'd be fighting against.

But you never cared about odds before.

What's worse, Grover,

I never cared about the people who believed in me.

I was too busy trying to change human nature,

trying to play God.

That ain't right and it ain't possible.

Well, I learned.

You can't rub people's noses in the law.

And you can't change them from animals into human beings.

Well, you can try.

You once told me that it doesn't matter what a man does so long as he tries.

Well, I mean to try and help them drovers,

whether you like it or not or whether you give up or not,

or whether it's right or wrong or possible or anything else.

Grover.

And you stay away from that window, Sarah.

But you can't--

I said stay away from that window, girl.

Papa, I still believe in you.

I know you do, son.

But why you do is sometimes more than I can understand.

I bet you could lick that whole bunch if you wanted to.

It's a pretty big bunch.

I bet you could fly to the moon too.

I bet I couldn't.

But I bet your son might.

By golly, I bet he might.

Providing of course, we give you a chance to have a son.

- Papa, where you going? - Never mind where I'm going.

You stay inside. You stay away from that window.

What are you doing here?

Same thing as you're doing there, Mr. Yates.

Yeah, preparing for battle.

Well, you can't miss. Ain't not gonna be no second chance.

[COCKS]

All right, boys, let's take them!

[MEN YELLING]

JESS: Mr. Johanson!

Mr. Johanson!

Mr. Johanson!

The dam's going. She's cracking right down the middle.

The da--?

Higgins, get your tools. Quince, Scarlet, give him a hand.

Everybody else with me.

HIGGINS: Come on. Let's get you something in here.

Well, we can't let them do it for us.

Come on, boys, let's go.

[MEN YELLING]

WISHBONE: The geyser's got this one!

Guys, another barrel!

Put it up here! There's geysers up here!

Put it up here! There's geysers up here!

Come on. You ain't gonna stop that one if this one keeps going.

More bags!

Come on, boys, more bags! Higgins.

Bags!

Bags are slow!

- Keep them coming! MAN: Keep them coming!

WISHBONE: Faster!

Come on, come on! We're getting it!

Hey, we're getting her whipped.

Wish, how you doing?

We got this one!

Hooray!

Hey, she's starting to give way!

- Hey! - What happened?

We can't hold it! It's no use!

Keep trying, keep trying.

Keep on trying! Go on back there! Keep trying.

Timber coming in!

- Bring it up. - Right here.

- Come on, over here. - Come on.

Come on, keep it coming.

Bring it up.

[HEY SOOS SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

Here it comes! Watch it, Pa. Watch it, Pa.

Hey. Hey, she's slowing down.

Looks like we got her whipped.

That done it. She stopped.

They got it! They got it!

- Keep an eye on her. - The ones up here are fine.

Give you a hand, Mr. Johanson?

Huh.

It kind of looks like we slipped their minds.

- Yeah. - Wait a minute, Higgins.

What you really come out here for today?

Valley's my home, wouldn't wanna see it flooded, yep.

Yep.

All right.

All right, you can stay on your farm.

But if you try to change my valley, I'll block you in any way I can.

Any legal way?

If you think there's any laws you can get passed, which I doubt.

Well, can I give you a hand, Mr. Favor?

Why, thank you.

Head them up!

Move them out!