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♪ 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)

NARRATOR: Now harken to a tale they keen

Of a man from Killadoon

With the power of doomsday In his hands

And an ache in his heart for a son.

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

It's well you've done, bucko.

I'll be putting an end to it.

There ain't no use counting. It's another knockout.

I wish you'd quit knocking them my way.

MAN 1: There goes my money.

Stick around, gentlemen. Don't leave now.

We've got another bout coming right up.

Thank you, gentlemen. Yes, sir, my man's getting tired.

He can't win them all. I'll have that one too, thank you.

This is a real betting town, Jeremiah.

You stick with me and I'm gonna raise your take to $15 a day.

Like I told you, Mr. Sloan,

done are me days for knocking young buckos around.

Today I'll have me the money for seeing me onto more important things.

And what's more important than money?

The end of the world perhaps.

Or maybe the beginning.

Who's a man to say?

Just don't let them dreams interfere with your fighting.

We're putting all of our money on this next one.

Don't worry, Mr. Sloan.

For once, this day's earnings mean more to me than they do to you.

MAN 2: Come on, let's get another fight going here.

All right, gentlemen, despite the fact he's exhausted,

Jeremiah O'Neal has agreed to fight any new challenger.

Now, who's it gonna be? Who's gonna challenge the great Jeremiah O'Neal?

I got $50 here, gentlemen.

Fifty dollars to any man that can last five rounds with him.

And on top of that, I'm gonna lay 3-to-1 I got the better man.

Now, who's gonna challenge him? Step right up here.

I don't like that fellow's beard. I'd take him if I wasn't so thirsty.

Yeah, what with, a sledgehammer?

What do I need a sledgehammer for when I got this?

Here's a challenger.

Excellent. And a fine-looking lad he is. Get him in the ring.

Come on. Come on.

ROWDY: What are you doing? Wait a minute.

- Let me get your shirt. - Trying to get me killed?

- He's an old man. You can take him. - Yeah.

Think of the $50.

Sure, that'll just about cover my funeral.

And I'm still backing age against youth and giving odds.

Three-to-one, Jeremiah takes the cowboy.

Remember, we're fighting London Prize Ring rules.

A round ends when a man is knocked out of the ring.

If he ain't back in 30 seconds, the fight's over.

A knockout is 25 seconds.

And if our young challenger is still in the ring,

awake and ready for round six,

he wins 50 silver dollars.

All right, boys, let's get ready.

NARRATOR: In the sunny lust of life he was,

Strong as an iron rock keel.

With the smile of Ireland in his eyes Was the lad they called O'Neal.

Round one.

All right, come on. Get up, get up. He's an old man. Get him.

MAN 1: All right, hit him.

That shook him, Rowdy. Now go after him.

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

Now you got him winded. Go after his stomach.

Use your left, Mr. Rowdy.

Round two.

MAN 2: Get on him, boy! MAN 3: Give him a right.

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING CONTINUES]

MAN 4: That's right.

I don't understand. He don't seem to try to hit me.

Get back in there. This is London rules.

That means you can kick and butt.

Get him, Mr. Rowdy.

Round three.

Make it easy for both of us, lad. Get out and stay out.

[GRUNTS]

Come on, boy. Come on, boy. Two more rounds.

Round four.

Only way you're gonna get me out is knock me out clean.

Nonsense, my lad. I can't do it.

You ain't even hit him. What are you trying to pull?

Is it his head you'd have me tear off?

If he wins, the end of the world you're looking for is gonna end right here.

Fifteen seconds, round five.

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

MAN 5: That's right.

BARTENDER: Five seconds. - Come on, wake up.

You're sleeping away $50.

- Come on, boy. BARTENDER: Ten seconds.

Fifteen seconds.

Twenty sec--

Challenger is still in the ring for round six.

I declare him the winner of $50.

[CHEERING]

He gave the fight away.

One thing's for sure.

- He didn't do it for nothing. - You're wrong, friend.

When I get through with Mr. O'Neal, that's gonna be exactly what's left.

Pay everybody off.

- There you go. - There you go.

All right.

That's 25 for me.

Eight for you.

And the 10 you owe Mr. Favor.

And the 5 you owe Quince.

And that just leaves enough for you to buy another round of beers. Heh, heh.

Hey, that was a real good fight.

How you splitting with Jeremiah, fifty-fifty?

It's all right. You already gone five rounds.

Mr. Rowdy fought that fight fair and square.

Trail boy, I refereed six fights before you came along.

Jeremiah handed your friend that fight.

He was only making $10 a day. It was the last day.

They figured it was smarter to make a deal and split the 50.

ROWDY: Yeah? Who's they?

The losers outside cooking up the tar and feathers.

[TOWNSPEOPLE INDISTINCTLY CHATTERING]

I don't know what they got in mind for you,

but the Irishman they're gonna haul out of town.

A long way out of town.

Look, Wish, get the wagon and meet me out in back of this place.

Out back? We can go now. He isn't any of our affair.

That $50 makes him our affair. Now, get the wagon.

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

Nice of you to drop by.

- Why? - Why what?

Why did you let me win?

What makes the green in the mountains at morn?

Or puts a head on a mug of good Kilkenny stout?

You sure didn't do either one of us a favor.

We gotta get out of here quick.

I'm obliged to you, lad.

But the road I'm traveling, I'm traveling alone.

Maybe you don't understand. If those sports out there get a hold of us,

neither one of us is gonna be traveling anywhere.

- Look, lad-- - My friends will meet us with a wagon.

We could be headed north before anybody finds out about it.

Did you say north?

- Yeah. - Well, why didn't you say so?

I'll be right with you.

ROWDY: Look, you haven't got time to pack.

No, no, it's the only thing I'm taking with me.

ROWDY: Oh, here, I'll carry it.

[ROWDY GRUNTS]

What's that?

There's a saying, lad:

"'Tis a fortunate man that knows his own destiny before it overtakes him."

Here I have mine.

Oh, well, I'll carry your coat.

Come on.

Your calling, bucko?

Bucko?

Oh, I'm ramrodding the herd.

It's a rough trade. Of course, it ain't as rough as yours.

Merely a means of working my way west.

I'll get me a job at the next hamlet.

And then me a saddle and a horse.

Yeah, well, the next hamlet, as you say,

that ain't but 60 miles away and we're not going near there.

Then I'll walk it.

With this?

I'd carry it a thousand and ten miles further than that, lad, if I had to.

Tell me, have you ever worked cattle?

Only from behind a knife and fork.

Well, maybe it's time to round out your education.

Hold on, lad.

It's a burden I'd be to you.

No, the way I go, I must go alone,

to a place unhappily far from the old sod.

As bleak and as stony to the soul as a banshee world of devils.

Men call it the San Cristobal.

Yeah, well, we're going right through that range.

- For a fact? - Yeah, for a fact.

So you're not--? You're not prospecting there?

No, lad, I've long since found and lost

the best things in life worth searching for.

Well, I hear tales of Spanish gold in those hills

and men that go in after it don't seem to come back.

And them that does wish they didn't.

It's an ugly climb where time stands still

and even a ghost casts a shadow.

This driving of cows, is there much to it?

Well, there's only one way to find out.

Well, it'll be faster for my purposes.

You've got yourself a hand.

NARRATOR: Pride of his father's eyes was he

When the two put off to sea

With their hopes bound up In a common kit

And their sights On the land of the free.

[CATTLE LOWING]

- Hey Soos. - Hey Soos.

- They call me Toothless. - Toothless.

- Scarlet. - Scarlet.

- Quince. - Quince.

- Easy, that's my roping hand, heh. - Ah.

JEREMIAH: Oh, well, what a fine lot of buckos it is.

Never, Mr. Favor, have I seen a crew the likes of this west of Downpatrick.

It's a real pleasure to be working for you.

Now, if there's anything I can do for you, just let me know.

Yeah, well, first off, you might spook the herd in that outfit.

Jim, see if you can get him some clothes.

Here, let me help you.

There, lad, steady. You'll be straining your backside.

[JEREMIAH CHUCKLES]

What has he got in the sack?

Oh, I don't know. It's something he calls his destiny.

Oh.

Oh, Lord, if he had only knocked your head off,

it would have saved me two big problems.

Well, look, boss, a fellow like this, there's all kinds of things he could do.

Look at him, he's strong. He could lift a steer.

Yeah, well, we walk them, we don't carry them.

All right.

You found him, you find something for him to do.

But don't tell me about it, huh?

Just surprise me.

[HARMONICA AND GUITAR PLAYING "THE IRISH WASHERWOMAN]

[MEN GUFFAWING AND CHEERING]

MAN 1: All right.

[MAN 2 WHOOPING]

[LAUGHING AND CHEERING]

Where'd you learn to hoedown like that?

Learn? What kind of a question are you asking, boy?

In Kilkenny, every newborn baby knows two things:

how to do an Irish jig and where to find his supper.

Now, come on, lad, spritely on your stems.

Oh, I find myself doing more fighting than dancing.

I wish you'd teach me how you fight.

Easier than a jig.

It's in the portside, lad.

You just keep on jabbing like that until you've got your man transfixed.

Trans what?

Spellbinded, if you will.

And then it's hard over to starboard, like this.

That's right, lad.

Well, by golly, I think I got it.

Mushy, you're supposed to be mixing the mush.

[ALL LAUGHING]

Well, I'll stir the mush right away, Mr. Wishbone.

Hey, hey, round two's coming up. I think you need a manager.

Do you know what you're gonna have for supper?

- Mushy. ALL: Hey!

Hold on now.

Settle down, it was just an accident. He didn't mean to.

HEY SOOS: Señor Rowdy. ROWDY: Yeah?

[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

Take a look at this. Señor O'Neal dropped it.

ROWDY: Mighty pretty. HEY SOOS: Pretty?

This is a treasure piece, a cross of the lost padres.

Pure gold and silver too.

Feels like a good 30, 40 dollars' worth.

Oh, señores, this is beyond price.

There are only four others in the world.

It was after Coronado, in the time of Vargas.

The Pueblo Indians, early Navajos.

They made these for the Spaniards.

How do you know so much about this, Hey Soos?

I have seen colored pictures of this in a book blessed by the fathers.

There is one in the cathedral of Mexico

in a special room in a glass case.

Another is held by the king of Spain and two are in Rome.

So, what's all the hollering about?

The treasure of the lost padres.

Many of these were made and never found.

JEREMIAH: Not just many, me buckos.

Hundreds.

Well, how did you come by this one?

You didn't steal it from the king of Spain, for sure.

Yeah, and if there's so many made, how did they get lost?

The Pueblo Indians had no taste for the making of these things, bucko.

Not for a white man's god.

But the gold and silver the Spaniards put them to digging up

was from ground sacred to the Indians.

Ah, such things of tender beauty.

Wrought they were with a delicate touch,

against the will, mind you,

for the soldiers of the Spanish crown

and the high fancy nobility of New Spain.

A shame it was.

For one day, a hurricane of rage and fear

swept over the savage slaves, and they rose up.

Like a swarm of hellish heathens, they razed and looted the missions.

All the pure ore, the artifacts, the hammered rings,

the kingly plates of gold, the chalices.

All these precious things, they gathered up

and they slaughtered the padres without mercy as they knelt in prayer.

And they took these things to the farthest reach of the Spanish crown

deep in the angry keep of the San Cristobal.

There they buried the loot, men, a treasure upon a treasure.

Enough of me Blarney Stone wailing.

I'll be turning in.

Unless you'll be wanting me driving the cows this night.

No, no, we do that in the daytime.

Hey Soos will put you on the remuda in the morning.

An excellent decision.

I've a great affinity with horses.

As a man and boy, I've been around these parts an awful long time.

My daddy even spent good money to send me to school,

so I read some books.

I frankly resent an immigrant Irishman

knowing more about this country than I do.

You heard what he said. Forget all about it, will you?

He speaks as one who knows.

Well, I never did put no stock in those yarns about lost mines until now.

NARRATOR: in a whaler's pub in Boston town

Over grogs five fingers tall,

They listened hard to a tale of gold Long lost in San Cristobal

With Irish pluck and a song to sing And nary a coin in the purse,

The father and the son set out to find A treasure that bore a curse.

[CLANGING]

[MEN YELLING AND WHISTLING]

[CLANGING]

If he wanted you to see it, I'm sure he'd invite you to look at it.

Well, it's a rock, all right.

It's an ore sample. You can bet on it.

Yeah, probably shot clean through with pure vein.

Doggone it, we worked all day in the hot sun for a dollar

and every night, he chips away 40, 50 dollars with that chisel of his.

You know, I think I got it figured out.

He found that lost treasure mine, all right.

Took a sample to town and had it assayed.

Now he's going back to work it.

There's just no other reason

a man would go back into that San Cristobal alone.

Do you suppose he'd cut a fella in?

In his lifetime, one man could never spend that much treasure.

Yeah.

NARRATOR: San Cristobal was a banshee haunt

Of Navajos as had vowed

Death to the man As had touched the gold

And a howling sky for his shroud.

[MAN WHISTLING AND YELLING]

There she looms, bucko.

Like the jaws of hell.

Worse than that, if a man gets off of this trail.

That's sacred country to the Navajo. They get real mean about it.

A man goes in there alone, he could use some help.

Of course, it's always nice to have somebody to talk to.

You know, before I took up cooking, I used to poke around the hills.

Got real handy with the pick.

It's not a fortune I'm after, bucko.

You might say I'm picking up the ragged edges of me life.

Dadgum it, Jeremiah, a man's an outright fool

to go in there without a real good reason.

Some would say, I spoke with the feys at midnight,

or been touched by a lopsided moon.

[CREAKING]

Whoa!

ROWDY: Hold them up.

Nothing for you to be worried about.

I can jerry-rig this before Wishbone's readied your noontime meal.

All right, well, we'll chow here, then.

Mushy, my boy, bring up the bellows.

And somebody fiddle a tune.

It's faster working to music.

Excellent, son.

It reminds me of the day you and I broke our--

Limber with the wheel now, lad.

Well, I'll be dogged.

He ain't gonna need any help with that mine.

He can carry a ton of gold in a sack in each hand and one in his teeth.

- Now, that does it. - Well done, lad.

WISHBONE: All right, stew's hot. Come and get it.

You know, Rowdy, you and I'd have made a fine team.

It's a pity that fate showed her hand So soon.

Step up, lad, and get your grub.

WISHBONE: Move along here. Come on, let's get going.

Hey, the supply wagon's on fire.

JEREMIAH: Step back, Rowdy.

A headstone?

TOOTHLESS: Yeah, but for who?

I'm not about to ask. He might show me.

WISHBONE: All right, let's get some patch and patch up this wagon.

Get that fire all right?

ROWDY: Here, this might help. - Oh, thank you, lad.

Rowdy.

Never once have you been prying into affairs

that have no value to any man but myself.

And I'm deeply grateful, lad.

Tell your friends to forget their dreams of gold.

This stone is for a grave.

It's taken me up the San Cristobal,

not the magic cloud at the end of a rainbow.

Yeah, well, I guess there's some things a man feels he's gotta do.

I seafared all the way to Kilkenny for this bit of rock.

A touch of the old sod topside can warm even the coldest ground.

You have to go deep into those mountains?

Yeah, deep.

Well, you can use some company.

Maybe I might ride along with you.

It's like I told you, lad.

The trail I must travel, I must travel alone.

And I won't be coming back.

[MEN YELLING]

Hell you, there ain't nobody.

Just nobody gonna ride in that place with a headstone for a grave.

Ah, the Irish, they are sentimental.

Yeah, but they ain't no blithering idiots.

Yeah, but you know what he's gonna do?

He's coming out of there with a half a million dollars in a tow sack.

What are we gonna do about it?

Well, there ain't no law against us trailing him.

Yeah.

If Jeremiah is smart enough to outsmart them Navajos, so are we.

Sir, I got a feeling we're gonna come out of this thing jangling rich.

You better believe it.

[MEN YELLING AND WHISTLING]

Know something, Jeremiah?

I've never seen them push like this for the San Cristobal.

Usually they'd rather drove 60 miles around.

I may as well say flat-out, Mr. Favor.

The lure of gold can do strange things to a man,

even make him forget what he is.

What's wrong with your men is a disease I carried to them.

Too much talk of a past that's better left dead.

Wouldn't have a cure in mind, would you?

Well, that I have.

Painful but permanent.

It's sorry I am to be leaving you tomorrow, Mr. Favor.

Who knows? I might even have made a good cow driver.

Well, you got a job anytime you want it.

- Thanks. - Good luck.

[MEN YELLING AND WHISTLING]

NARRATOR: Of the two, 'twas the son

As found the trove

And he was the first to die

In a way that brought a lashing pain

And a tear to the father's eyes.

Rowdy, lad.

In case I miss you tomorrow, I'll be saying goodbye.

Well, there's no need for that. I'm going with you.

Rowdy, try to understand.

I've got to do this alone.

It's more than just destiny.

It's a reason for living.

Look, whatever's bothering you,

a good steady job on this outfit will take care of that.

All right, lad, we'll discuss this further tomorrow.

There's nothing to discuss. I'm going with you.

- Night, Rowdy. - Night.

Hey, Quince, bucko, wake up.

Hey, what are you doing here?

After great consideration,

I've decided you're the one to have the treasure of the lost padres.

Yeah?

Have a good night's sleep, bucko.

Come on, me darlings, let's have you.

Come on. Hey, hey!

Come on, me lovelies, let's have you.

Come on, darlings.

[JEREMIAH YELLING]

Come on, me darlings.

- Come on. MAN 1: Hey, wait.

Oh, get ropes on them!

JEREMIAH: Come on.

MAN 1: Whoa, whoa, whoa. MAN 2: Whoa. Whoa.

MAN 1: Whoa.

Gone. Five horses.

We won't even be able to get ourselves out of here, let alone the herd.

I never thought Jeremiah would do a thing like that.

Yeah, well, maybe it was the only way

he could be sure that past would stay dead.

Rowdy back yet?

- Señor Favor, look there. - Hmm??

Well, what do you know?

Here are your horses.

There's the trail.

Use both and use them now.

One of my men is still out there hunting horses.

You go now.

Look, I can't leave my man out there.

You have until the sun sets.

Stay and you'll see the sun no more.

None of you.

Pick them up.

We can't go and leave Mr. Rowdy, can we, Mr. Favor?

Twenty of us against one man

and the 3,000 head of cattle?

I just hope he finds us before they find him.

All right, let's get the herd moving.

You were right.

Time does seem to stand still up here.

Rowdy, lad, I begged you not to follow me.

Go. Go while you can.

I will, as soon as you pay your respects.

This is the mine you were talking about, huh?

Yes.

Are you truly interested?

Well, I guess everyone is interested in money.

Price seems kind of high, though.

Come on, let's get out of here. We don't have too much time.

ROWDY: Looks like we got company, Jeremiah.

Is there a back trail out of here?

No, we're trapped.

Where's your gun?

I don't believe in them.

Like I told you, I don't intend going out of here.

Well, might as well get comfortable. Looks like we're gonna be here.

Listen, Rowdy.

Riches can fill a man with an ugly desire.

A desire to keep.

I found myself filled with such an ugly desire.

And it cost me the only treasure in the world worth having.

On the third night after me son Timothy and I came to this place,

I awakened to a noise

and saw a figure come into view.

I fired.

And then I called for Timothy.

But he never answered.

Nor never would, Rowdy lad.

I'd killed me own son.

I never thought I'd be fortunate enough to see the likes of him again.

Then as I looked across the ring that day,

into your face,

all the bells of Ireland rang out in me brains.

Your face, your eyes.

The way you smiled.

Well, it's true, Timothy was younger.

But the likeness, a miracle.

I saw again a young lad coming over a clovered green

to meet me at the nets,

and grown up strong and...

Anyway, Rowdy,

you've given me a great pleasure

in spending my last remaining days

in the living presence of me son.

And I'd like to thank you.

Yeah, well, I figured it was something like that.

As I told you, it's a fortunate man that knows his own destiny.

And I knew mine then,

as you'll see by that headstone.

Now, Rowdy, bucko, take a look and see if you can still see them.

For the honor of Brian Boru, come out and fight, you banshee heathens!

NARRATOR: And the two of them now rest in peace

Where barren dreams were sewn

And howling wind blows dust against A shamrock on their storm.

[MAN WHISTLING AND YELLING]

Well, now I've seen everything. Trail boss riding drag.

Yeah, well, maybe I like it back here.

You ever think of that, huh?

Jeremiah?

He found what he wanted most.

No one can take that away from him.

Yeah.

JEREMIAH: Rowdy, you've given me the wonderful feeling

I've shared me last remaining days

almost in the living presence of me son.

And I'm deeply grateful.

NARRATOR: All the gold there was naught,

But the father's love for his son

Carried shining bright Beyond the grave

Long after their grief was done.

Head them up!

Move them out!

[MEN YELLING AND WHISTLING]