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)

[MEN CHATTERING]

SCARLET: Mr. Favor.

Hold them up, Scarlet.

Hold them up!

We're carrying a restraint order, not a license to shoot drovers.

You remember that.

You men with that herd?

FAVOR: Yeah. What's the problem?

No problem yet.

This is private property, like the sign says.

Sorry, I got orders to stop you.

You've got what?

But we've been through this pass a half a dozen times.

I'd say that was before the owner posted it.

We've got 3000 thirsty steers in back of us.

They've been saving that thirst all day

just waiting for the chance to get through this pass into water.

Are we supposed to take them 20 miles out of the way

and let the sun bake them into the ground?

Look, trail boss.

Now, this is Farragut land as far as the eye can see in three directions.

Till you get permission to cross it, the law says the fence stays up.

Well, all right, all right, we'll do it your way.

Now, uh, where's this place we're supposed to get the permission?

Farragut City, about two miles right down that road.

And, uh, who are we supposed to see in Farragut City?

Well, you go to the Farragut Hotel and, uh, ask for E.J. Farragut.

- Don't it get kind of tiresome, sheriff? - What's that?

Never saying nothing but "Farragut"?

- Ah, yes, uh, may I help you? - Yeah, looking for E.J. Farragut.

I see. Um, are you expected?

- Supposing we find out. - Just a minute, gentlemen.

You just can't go right in there. You-- You--

Got a little bit of paperwork you could be doing there, fella?

You can't go in there without an appointment.

Nobody-- Nobody--

Sorry, ma'am, I'm looking for a Mr. Farragut.

You're looking for me. I'm Elizabeth Farragut.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Farragut, they just barged right in.

It's all right, Mr. Buzby, I'll handle this.

Really.

Well, you look like drovers, that's for sure.

- Which one of you is Favor? - That's me, ma'am.

This is Rowdy Yates, my ramrod.

Sit down.

Not you, sonny.

My business is with Favor.

BUZBY: Sonny?

[LAUGHING]

Sit or stand, we won't waste time with a lot of nonsense.

I already know why you're here. I expected you two days ago.

Well, if I had known, I would've run all the way.

You'll find I've planned this meeting quite thoroughly.

You have a herd which needs access through Farragut land.

Well, I have a paper here which will give you that privilege.

Plus a guarantee of a dollar a head bonus

when you get that herd to the railhead.

Does it interest you?

You, uh, intend giving me something?

Trade. You happen to have something that I need.

Specifically, a reputation for being a good trail boss.

You work your men hard and you make them like it.

I know, I've taken the trouble to find out.

Look, it ain't that I don't appreciate the compliments,

but this isn't getting my herd through the pass.

Yes, to the point.

I want you to hire my grandson as one of your drovers.

- Oh? What? - It's really quite simple.

Billy will one day inherit an estate which I assure you is quite sizable.

At the present time, he's a wild, selfish, irresponsible boy

who isn't capable of handling any such responsibility.

What he needs is discipline, strong discipline.

The kind that a tough trail boss can give him.

Uh, I'm a drover, not a wet nurse.

So much the better.

Two months on the trail under what we could call enforced supervision

might do more for Billy than I've been able to do

in the 12 years since his father died.

I ain't got time to take care of a green-horned kid.

Perhaps not, but it could still be very profitable for you.

An extra man and a dollar a head bonus.

You haven't anything to lose but a little patience.

I'm not too sure about that. I, um, haven't read the fine print.

There is a clause in there.

A protection clause just to make sure you honor your part of the bargain.

In so many words, you will turn over the herd to my representative

at a dollar a head below market value

if for any reason you should fire Billy before the end of the drive.

That's a bonus for me, you might say.

No, thanks.

We'll take out the two days to go around Farragut land.

That's your privilege, trail boss.

Only don't try to use any of water holes along the way.

They've all been salted.

Should we talk about it some more?

BILLY: Ben.

- Who's the cowboy? - Ah, just a drover.

His herd's out in Farragut pass.

Tell him to come over here.

Guy over there wants to see you.

You were told to come over to my table, drover.

No, thanks, some other time.

Maybe now.

You hear me, drover?

[ALL GRUNTING]

BEN: On the house.

No need working out a sweat just for a drover, is there?

Here, Cass, you worked up the sweat, not me.

That kid ought to be locked up. He sure gave you a good one, mister.

Thanks. Thanks, I'm all right.

Hey, uh, what's the matter? Sarsaparilla in here too much for you?

Hey, you're real funny.

No, some kid dented my head.

Oh, that clears everything up.

Ten minutes on your own and you get your skull cracked.

Let's go.

No, I got some business I gotta clear up here.

You've got a job ramrodding, not settling saloon squabbles. Let's see.

Yeah, you're all right. Let's go.

So that's my new boss, huh, Granny?

ELIZABETH: You'll do well to remember it, Billy.

Because that boss might have considerably less patience.

FAVOR: Ma'am.

Mr. Favor, this is my grandson, Billy Farragut.

We've had a long talk, Billy and I,

and he understands the agreement thoroughly.

Now, he's been told that he'll be treated fairly

and I expect you to make sure that he is.

You have the name of my representative in Denver

and he'll contact you. Does that take care of everything?

Everything except getting the herd through the pass and down to water.

All right, Sam, tear it down!

Thank you, ma’am.

All right, stow your gear in the supply wagon and check in with the ramrod.

Whatever you say, boss.

Billy, when you were a little boy and you skinned your knee,

I had to put medicine on it.

And you cried because it hurt.

Well, I want you to know it hurt me too, but it made you better.

And that's what this is now, it's a kind of medicine.

I promise not to cry, Granny.

[MEN SHOUTING]

Mr. Buzby, there are two things I can do without: cows and goodbyes.

Take me back to town.

[BUZBY WHISTLES]

[MEN CHATTERING]

Quince, let's get that lead steer moving.

Yes, sir.

[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

[MEN SHOUTING]

Whatever happened to that new kid you were talking about?

I told him to check in with you.

Yeah, well, he never did.

Well, uh, seeing as how you're ramrod,

don't you think, uh, you ought to check it out?

Yeah, I'll see to it.

And Rowdy, don't forget,

we got an agreement with Mrs. Farragut about her boy, Billy.

Don't let it slip your mind.

I'll treat him just like he's my one of own.

Hey, kid.

Well, well.

You know something? There ain't nobody in this whole world

I'd rather see than you right now, boy.

Oh, no, no. There ain't gonna be no guns either.

I don't need a gun.

Come on, big boy, let me see what you're gonna do.

You're like a big hunk of wood that needs chopping.

What's the struggle for, boy?

I'm just giving you a bath, doing you a favor.

Hey, Rowdy!

- Yeah? - What you doing there?

Oh, nothing.

I thought I told you not to play with that boy.

Look, this is a personal matter, Mr. Favor, stay out of it.

- Why don't you let him up now, huh? - This has nothing to do with the herd.

Now.

Farragut, you were told to report in to the ramrod.

Now, until you learn to obey orders,

you'll have to earn your keep peeling spuds.

You turn your horse in to the remuda and report to the cook.

- Right now. - Sure.

Whatever you say, boss.

And as for you, you got a reason, it better be a good one.

Well, that's the kid who tried to dent my skull in back in town.

Oh, he was, was he?

Yeah, so you thought you'd just settle up things

in a nice, quiet, friendly little way, huh?

That's right.

Well, let me spell it out for you, sonny.

We either deliver that boy in one piece

or we stand to lose a dollar a head on every cow in the herd.

Now, it ain't that I'm especially money-hungry,

but I do not intend to donate any of my share of the profits

to pay for your hurt feelings.

- Clear? - Yeah.

Good.

[ALL SHOUTING]

Give, you jackrabbit, or I'll rub your face to dirt.

I ain't heard nothing but a bunch of talk so far.

Hey.

Mr. Farragut, if you don't mind, the firewood goes by the fire.

Oh. I'll remember that next time.

A whole hat full of drovers

and I gotta be the one to ride herd on a punk kid.

Mr. Scarlet's the champion.

He told me he once Indian-wrestled a whole Cheyenne tribe to save his scalp.

SCARLET: All right, who's next? I'm just getting warmed up.

Come on, boys. Right hand, left hand, just take your pick.

Purebred grizzly and twice as mean.

Come on, you biscuit-eaters.

Who's gonna prove he's a man?

How about me, drover?

It's getting kind of late, boys. I think I'll bed down.

Not unless you're afraid you might lose.

It ain't too late at that.

Any time you're ready, kid.

[MEN SHOUTING]

Think he can do it, Mr. Wishbone?

He's got about as much chance as I have of growing a billy-goat tail.

Let's take a look at that.

You had a ring on, kid.

Where? Anybody see a ring?

I said, you had a ring on.

Now, all you've got to do is prove it, drover.

Forget it, Jim.

[PLAYING GUITAR]

[SINGING] Granny, oh, Granny

Listen while I sing

Of a big ugly drover

And a tiny little ring

He swore he would make me Lie down in the dirt

But when it was over

The drover was hurt

Want some coffee, Mr. Farragut?

I just made it fresh for the night guard.

No, thanks.

I bet that guitar sure cost a lot.

I never seen such a pretty one anywhere.

You play it real good too.

Well, wishing don't do it, you gotta work at it.

Tell you what.

You pour me some of that coffee

and I'll show you how to make this box stand up and sing.

Yes, sir.

Put it down.

Well, you can't learn by squatting there, sit down.

Now, easy.

Give me this hand. Here.

Put this finger up here.

This one here.

- And this one here. - Oh.

Now, with that hand, easy, strum it.

Thanks, Mr. Farragut.

Wish, how's the new kid working out?

- Working isn't one of his specialties. BILLY: Mushy.

WISHBONE: Look at him. He's got Mushy waiting on him hand and foot

just like he was the king of England.

Next thing you know, he'll be expecting me

to tuck him in every night and tell him a bedtime story.

Well, nobody told you to play mother hen.

I want him working just like everybody else.

Especially right now breaking camp.

That is, if, uh, you're through having a good cry.

- Mushy. MUSHY: Yes, sir?

I'm going down to the river and picking me some mustard for a poultice.

- What's that? - Never mind.

Now, do you think that you and Mr. Farragut

can interrupt your little social soirée long enough to get packed?

- Yes, sir. - All right.

What are you jumping for?

The old coot just likes to hear himself squawk.

Finish your coffee, Mr. Farragut. I can pack up real easy.

You know something, Mushy,

that's the difference between you and me.

You see, you ain't learned how to stand up for yourself.

Now, you take me.

Somebody tries to push me around, I do something about it.

Well, you gotta take orders if you got a job.

Sure, but it's how you take them.

I say if you're a man, you gotta act like one.

Don't let people step on you.

See what I mean?

Phew.

Sure was fast, Mr. Farragut.

Wish you'd show me how you did it.

Thought you wanted to learn how to play the guitar.

I can't spend all my time giving you lessons on everything.

Well, I guess there's so much I want to do, I don't where to start.

But I'm mighty glad you joined up with us, Mr. Farragut.

I never had such a good friend who was willing to learn me things.

You're learning.

Whoa. Pardon me, Mr. Farragut. I forgot the fire spit.

Hey, Mushy.

Think fast!

[BILLY LAUGHS]

I've seen them jump before, Mushy, but you beat them all!

Mushy!

What in thundering tarnation happened to you?

Me and Mr. Farragut, he was showing me how to draw.

He was having a kind of joke. I fell in the fire.

Did you burn yourself?

No, sir. It sure got hot for a minute.

Well, it's gonna get hotter.

Now, pick up those spits and put them in the wagon.

Yes, sir.

No, sir, I ain't gonna do it.

What?

You ain't gonna talk to me like that no more, Mr. Wishbone.

I been doing my job same as every man on the drive.

Well, it's time you quit stepping on me.

[CATTLE MOOING AND MEN SHOUTING]

[GUITAR PLAYS]

You'd think Mushy had never seen a guitar

the way he's mooning around that Farragut kid.

Well, ain't you got the drift of that?

You know, Mushy's done got himself one of them heroes.

He ain't got very much if you ask me.

Well, maybe we ought to point that out.

Like how?

Ever since that Farragut kid rolled in,

he's just been aching to get cut down a notch or two.

Maybe we ought to do the cutting.

What are we waiting for?

How's the music lessons, Mushy?

Real good, Mr. Scarlet. Didn't you hear?

Mr. Farragut is showing me all about them chords.

He's gonna let me try it by myself next week.

Sounds like you got a real smart teacher there, Mushy.

Smart enough to know you ain't interested in music.

Now, what's on your mind?

Oh, now, Scarlet and me, we got to feeling sorry for you, Farragut.

You know, riding in that wagon and all, not being able to stretch your legs.

We thought maybe you'd like to play a little chin dusting

just to take out the kinks.

Any game you got, drover, I can play.

How'd you like to make a bet on that?

Say about $5? Unless you're hard-pressed?

I got enough.

Well, how do you play chin dusting?

Well, uh, suppose you just watch and, uh, hold the sticks,

if that's all right with you, Farragut.

It's your game, drover.

It looks awful small, Farragut, when you're reaching for it.

Sure you don't wanna back down?

Maybe you better, Mr. Farragut.

I don't wanna see you get yourself hurt.

Like I said, that's the difference between you and me.

Help yourself.

[LAUGHING]

Mr. Farragut!

What do you think of your fancy friend now, Mushy?

Mr. Farragut.

Mr. Farragut, are you hurt?

Get away from me.

I don't need your help.

You sure came off flying, didn't you, kid?

But I guess you proved you got plenty of scratch.

How about shaking and we'll start clean?

I don't shake hands with a stinking drover now or any time!

Why, you little--

Come on, try it. Give me a reason.

A man don't need a gun to prove his size.

I already have.

Come on, Jim.

I think we're disturbing Mushy and his friend.

Should've took a board to both of them.

You fight for me?

Well, sure. Ain't that what friends are for?

Yeah.

Well, what are you standing there for? Come on, let's get this wagon rolling.

Yes, sir.

Where you been, Mr. Rowdy? Supper's been done almost an hour.

[THUNDER RUMBLES]

That answer your question, Mushy?

Hell you, more of that, and it's gonna take an army to hold this herd down.

Are you trying to help the lightning out?

Sorry, it slipped, Mr. Rowdy.

So will your head if you make any more noise.

All you gotta do is blink and this herd is gonna be off like a shot.

Try me, ramrod.

It slipped, just like Mushy.

Maybe if you chew on those pots a while, they won't slip quite so easy.

You forgot what the big boss said?

I'm a special guest. No trouble, remember?

This ain't gonna be no trouble, boy.

What are you two doing, throwing pans at each other?

I can hear you all the way out to the herd.

Your boy here, he likes noise.

Farragut, just because you're part of a bargain

don't make you part of this drive.

That's something you're gonna earn.

Till you do, somebody tells you to jump, you just ask how high.

- You got that? - Look, Mr. Favor--

For the last time, get your horse and get out to the herd.

Be a real clever idea to be there next time I make my circle.

Anything else, trail boss?

How high, Farragut.

Just remember that. How high.

I guess we should be more careful about that noise, Mr. Farragut,

with this being such a good time for a stampede.

You ever see a stampede before?

Sure can tear up a camp.

Cows get pretty jumpy during a storm, don't they?

Just like they're sitting on a cactus.

Here, uh, better finish up the pots.

- You heard what Wishbone said. - I sure did.

You know, I remember hearing about one herd

that stampeded across the Pecos about two years ago.

They said them cows was bunched up down that river for two miles.

Did you ever hear about that one, Mr. Farragut?

Mr. Farragut?

[CATTLE MOOING]

Settle down, you slap-sided moss-backs.

Just old Quince. Easy.

Mr. Farragut, I thought you was riding the night guard.

I was, uh-- I was over at the remuda.

My horse picked up a limp, in case anybody gets curious.

Sure glad you come by. It was getting kind of lonely.

I'll get you some coffee.

Your horse probably stubbed a gopher hole.

Yeah.

Mr. Favor said they named Farragut City after your kinfolk.

Must be nice having a town called after your own name.

Everybody knowing who you are.

There's some cold biscuits in the wagon. Want me to get you some?

Oh, shut up.

All you do is talk, and you don't say nothing.

I was just trying to be friendly, Mr. Farragut.

What for?

Why? Because I thought we were friends.

Well, why pick on me?

I don't know exactly.

I guess because you've been real good to me.

Learned me something about playing the guitar.

And fast drawing.

How I shouldn't let the people step on me.

Up till now, nobody cared whether I learned any of these things or not.

And you think I do?

Sure, why would you take my part?

I don't know, Mushy.

Unless...

Unless maybe I need a friend too.

[CATTLE MOOING]

[CLANGING]

[MEN SHOUTING]

Stampede!

Hold them! Hold them up!

They're heading toward camp! Turn them!

Go back! Get out of here!

Get out of here!

[GRUNTS]

Mushy!

Mushy! It's my leg! I can't get up!

Come on, get under here. Get under the wagon.

Stay down in here.

Mr. Farragut.

He's dead.

The wagon fell on him and it--

He's dead.

- Mushy? - Yes, sir?

You know, there never does seem to be any good reason

why a man has to go get himself killed.

What I mean is, we all got our own special time

when God says we gotta die.

This just happened to be his time.

We all gotta face whatever grief comes to us.

We can't just give up.

No, sir, Mr. Wishbone.

Mr. Favor.

He just sits there staring off into nowhere.

I can't do a thing.

Just leave him be. Nothing anybody can do.

You gonna be able to put this mess back together?

Well, I suppose, if you don't mind having dirt in your cornmeal

for the next two months.

- Do what you can. QUINCE: Mr. Favor!

- Look what I found out by the herd. FAVOR: Well, give it to Wishbone.

No, sir, this is something you've gotta see.

This knife, I found it stuck in a tree right over a pile of rocks.

This pot was hung so that when the wind blew:

Like that.

I thought I heard something before those beeves lit out.

I decided to nose around.

Doesn't take much to see what that initial belongs to either.

Mr. Billy Farragut.

I wonder what Mushy thinks of his friend now.

No, Quince.

It ain't gonna help Mushy any to tell.

Well, the kid got what he deserved.

Mr. Favor, Rowdy's coming in.

ELIZABETH: Oh.

I'd forgotten what a stampede could do.

Was Billy a good drover?

Oh, yeah. Yeah, he was fine.

Just fine.

When he was 13 years old,

he made a whip out of a piece of leather he found in the barn.

I remember how hard he practiced

to make that crack through the air like a rifle.

He was so proud of that whip.

And then one day,

I found some bloodstains in the back of his closet

where the whip had smeared against the wall when he tried to hide it.

You know, he could never give me any reason why he killed it.

The dog wasn't even barking at him.

It was just walking by.

You're not a very convincing liar, Mr. Favor.

How could I expect you to change the sickness that was inside of Billy

when I couldn't do it?

I'll take my grandson home now.

Mr. Favor, about our agreement.

It will be honored as specified when you get to Denver.

Something good should come from bad.

- Mr. Buzby. MUSHY: Mrs. Farragut, wait!

This was Mr. Farragut's, ma'am.

He was teaching me how to play it.

We was friends.

You were his friend?

Yes, ma’am.

Friendships should always be remembered,

don't you think so, young man?

Yes, ma’am.

Well, then you keep that.

I'm glad Billy has someone like you to remember him.

Yes, ma’am.

Mr. Buzby.

Mushy, you're gonna rub the paint right off of that thing.

Go get me some wood. We got cooking to do.

Yes, sir, I'll do it.

Head them up!

Move them out!

[MEN SHOUTING]