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 YELLING AND WHISTLING]

FAVOR: Keep them moving. Don't let them run.

MAN: Cut them down.

[MEN YELLING AND WHISTLING]

FAVOR: Keep them strung out.

- You know what I think it is? - Afraid so, electric storm.

- If it catches us up here... - Yeah.

Those beef will be pushing off from every cliff they see,

no chance to turn them back.

Keep them moving. If we're still alive,

we should get down to the flats by sundown.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What's wrong?

Oh, well, it's this wheel. I think it's coming loose.

It doesn't look loose to me.

I said it's loose. You some kind of an expert or something?

Okay, say it's loose, then. I don't care.

But you can't stop up here on this cliff.

What's the matter? Are you sick or something?

Oh, no, it's this high trail.

Ever since I was a kid, looking down

on something like that makes me dizzy.

If anything happens to this wheel, it'd come loose--

The wheel's not gonna come loose now, forget it.

What's holding things up back here?

- You two gonna stand here all day? ROWDY: No, look--

You want a conversation, talk your heads off when we get bedded down.

- But right now, let's get moving. - Look, Wish ain't feeling too good.

I thought I'd have one of the boys maybe drive the wagon for him.

I need every man in the saddle.

Now, are you gonna start moving or no?

- Look... - If this freak lightning breaks loose,

we're all gonna be a lot worse than sick.

If you need any help, just holler, huh?

Should be bedded down in a couple of hours.

You'd be all set up by then. Now, let's go.

Been in high places before.

Rowdy! Rowdy!

Rowdy!

Rowdy!

Oh, Rowdy!

Rowdy!

Rowdy!

Rowdy! Help!

[GRUNTING]

ROWDY: He passed out. - Better get some water.

ROWDY: All right.

- He hit his head? - I don't know. Not a scratch on him.

No lumps on his head. His breathing's even.

More like scared to death you mean.

FAVOR: Wish, you all right?

ROWDY: Here, take a drink of that.

I'll send Mushy back to pick up the wagon.

That's right. Make sure the herd doesn't get slowed down.

Send Quince back to him give a hand.

ROWDY: I'll stay and give him a hand.

You hurry back and make sure nothing serious happens,

like a cow fallen over.

[FAVOR SIGHS]

How is it coming?

Well, fine, Mr. Favor. I'll dish it up before you know it.

I'm afraid I'll know it, all right.

Still unconscious.

He keeps coming to and passing out again.

I don't like it.

If he doesn't come around by the time chow's over,

we'll take him in to a doctor.

Okay.

[GROANS]

MUSHY: You feeling better?

I feel fine. Get back to work.

We've nothing to worry about. Mr. Wishbone is feeling fine.

Wish, how you feeling?

I'm feeling fine. Haven't you got eyes?

- You give us a scare, Wish. - I'm gonna give you a real one

if you don't back off and give me some air.

- Mushy, get on that stew. - Sounds pretty normal to me.

Wish, what is it?

I can't see.

I can't see.

I can't see a blooming thing.

Hey Soos, hitch up the wagon.

Si, señor.

DOCTOR: Well, the retina seems clear.

Now look to the left.

Very high.

Now to the right.

Higher.

All right. Once more to the left.

Now, back.

All right, Mr. Wishbone, you can relax now.

Did he strike his head in any way when he fell?

Look, doc, I still got a tongue.

You got any questions, ask me.

No offense, Mr. Wishbone, but did you?

- Did I what? - Hit your head.

No, I just rolled over the edge and hung on to that bush for dear life.

Picked up a few aches is all.

How long did you hang like that?

It couldn't have been a minute, doc. We got to him pretty fast.

Mr. Wishbone, have you ever had any trouble with your eyes before?

Well, not so as you could notice.

Of course, I've seen a few things I wish I hadn't.

I see.

Now, you just sit like that for a minute.

What's wrong, doc?

I wish I knew.

Muscles of the iris responded properly.

No inflammation.

No injury to the optic nerve that I can see.

His eyes seem to be as good as yours and mine.

Well, how come he can't see, then?

That's like asking what makes the colors

in a rainbow, Mr. Yates. I don't know.

You said something about his being sick.

Maybe he could be running a fever.

Not now, he's perfectly normal.

No, I meant being sick, he was dizzy, afraid of falling.

- Of falling? ROWDY: Yeah.

Mr. Wishbone, have you always been afraid of falling?

No, just high places make me a little dizzy.

Well, that goes back to--

Nothing important.

It might be very important.

Well, when I was about hip high,

some older fellas thought they'd have some fun,

so they strung me up on a church belfry.

They told me when the sexton rung the bell, I was gonna fall.

Then they ran off and left me there dangling.

When I looked down and saw that sexton come in

and reach for that rope, I was so scared, I could hardly holler.

Then when he did yank on it, I just plain passed out.

I can still hear those bells ringing.

Ringing and ringing.

Well, what's that got to do with my eyes?

Well, you just sit quietly and let those drops wear off.

There have been cases like this.

Not a very well-defined field of medicine.

There's a doctor in Chicago making a specialty

of treating people who should see but can't.

Now, there's an article in here by one of General Grant's surgeons,

describes half-a-dozen cases of soldiers

who went blind from mental shock.

Mental shock?

Fear, really.

Understand I'm no authority,

but when your friend was hanging over that cliff,

it might be that he thought he was seeing that church bell

and that sexton all over again.

You might say that Mr. Wishbone was looking death in the face.

When you pulled him up, his mind was still hanging over the edge.

No man wants to look at death.

He'd rather be blind than see it.

Don't you think this sounds a little far-fetched?

Like that rainbow, Mr. Yates, it happens.

People go blind from things they see or understand,

like measles or scarlet fever, an old blow in the head.

Do these people see again?

Some do, some don't. Depends.

Depends on what?

On the person who can't see.

They have to be shocked out of their blindness,

just as they were shocked into it.

In other words, their desire to see

must suddenly become stronger than their fear of seeing.

You sound like you're a real specializer in eyes, doc.

Hardly, Mr. Yates.

As a matter of fact, Mr. Wishbone is the first case I've ever seen.

Do you mind if I keep this?

No, not at all. Only hope it helps.

WISHBONE: Hey, if you're having a drink in there, you can include me.

We can do our drinking later, Wish.

Well, what's the prescription, doc?

Anything you say, salves, ointments.

Anything at all. The sooner the better.

How long is it gonna take?

Now, Mr. Wishbone, you should know that trying to pin a doctor down

is worse than trying to fry smoke.

Your friends, well, they know what to do.

All right. Fair enough.

- What's the damages? - Oh, forget it.

Just sorry I couldn't do more for you.

A couple of weeks getting used to my nose is gonna be interesting.

See you later, doc.

Be seeing you, Mr. Wishbone.

All right.

We've had our little medical lesson,

we got all the answers

and the time for fun and games is over.

- Where's the hotel? - What are you talking about?

End of the line is what I'm talking about.

Just figure up my time and pay me off.

You know by now we don't pay off till the end of the drive.

Hell, it isn't gonna work.

I've been my own man too long to start taking free handouts

with just the right mixture

of pearly white smiles and deep knee bows.

No, I gotta find my own way out of this.

Look, this doctor here admitted he didn't know what he was talking about.

Now, a stage to Denver runs right through this town.

Why don't I just take Wishbone up there?

That way we'll get him to a specialist.

He'll get a specialist if he really needs one.

Right now, it seems like the best medicine

is getting him back to the herd and among friends.

Also among several thousand steers, he's liable to get hurt.

Look, I hate to break up a good argument,

but since this is on me,

I hope you don't mind if I slip in a word edgewise.

Look, it's all been said, you're coming with us and that's final.

- But, but-- - And no more buts.

Get up there and you try one of those big pearly white smiles.

Okay? Now let's get going.

Unless you got something more to say.

No. I think you're wrong, but I got nothing more to say.

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

Yes, sir, Mr. Favor,

there's one thing these cows and I sure have in common:

I don't like lightning either.

I'm doubling the night guard. Keep them bunched.

How's Wish doing?

I don't know. I just don't know, Toothless.

Wishbone, give me-- Let me do this, Wishbone.

You picked the toughest piece of meat in the wagon.

Now I gotta soak them all night in vinegar and oil

in order to have them for breakfast.

[SNIFFING]

And your coffee is boiling over.

Do I have to do everything around here?

I said, blind or not, I still gotta do everything.

I'll get it for you, Mr. Wishbone.

WISHBONE: Now what have you done?

[MUSHY GROANS]

I spilled the coffee.

I might have known it. You haven't done anything right today.

I'll get some fresh water.

Never mind, I'll get it myself.

You just stir the stew.

Just stand over the stew and stir it.

Don't move around any and maybe you won't spill anything else.

You could have had dinner ready an hour ago, Mush.

I'm not worried about that.

He could have tripped and burned himself in the fire.

Well, I'll make sure he doesn't do that.

How are you gonna keep him from getting his thumb cut off?

Ask Mr. Favor if there's something else he could do.

No. How could I do that?

Cooking's his whole life, that's all he knows.

It's important to keep him alive, Mr. Rowdy.

Every time you turn your back,

well, he might fall in here and scald himself to death.

Yeah.

Well, I'd almost rather see him do that than lose the feeling he counts,

that he's the only one in the world who can cook a stew right.

Yeah, I'll keep an eye on him.

[MUSHY WHISTLING]

All right, here's your water.

You think you can pour it without spilling it,

or am I gonna have to do it for you?

I won't spill it again, Mr. Wishbone.

Well, just see that you don't.

Yes, sir.

Come and get it.

MAN: Well, we're ready to eat.

WISHBONE: All right, come on, come on and try me.

QUINCE: All right, Wishbone, how about the pancake skillet?

QUINCE: Hey, that's not bad for a beginner.

Beginner?

All right, Mr. Omnipotent-Quince,

why don't you put some money where your mouth is?

- Say, about $5. - You're on.

We do the picking now.

First miss, you lose. Fair enough?

About as fair as taking candy from a baby.

Mushy, you hold the stakes.

Sure will, Mr. Wishbone.

All right, name away.

Let's start easy. The sugar can.

MAN: All right. HEY SOOS: All right.

How about the pickle jar?

Muy bien, Señor Wishbone.

Come on, let's make a contest out of it.

FAVOR: All right, let's just do that.

Let's make a real contest out of it, huh?

You remember that old watch of mine, the one with the broken hand?

Why don't you look around and see if you can find it, huh?

Well, what's the matter?

Stakes aren't high enough?

Ten, $20?

Go ahead, you name it.

It isn't that.

You know I can't find that watch.

No, and you ain't never gonna find nothing either,

as long as you're enjoying practicing to stay blind.

- Look, Mr. Favor-- - If you are through playing games,

you'd better give the herds some of your attention.

All we were trying to do is to--

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

That lightning comes any closer,

this herd's gonna be scattered all over the prairie.

Hate to do it the hard way, Wish.

Don't you realize you're doing the worst thing possible?

Throwing in the towel, you've given up.

Walking into a closet and shutting the door on yourself.

What would you have me do?

Juggle a few plates while I turn cartwheels

and sing a few choruses of "Dixie"?

I'm blind. All I got left is my ears and my nose and my hands.

And what about your eyes?

They're right there in your head, right where they belong.

That doctor says that there's nothing physical wrong with them.

All you have to do is try and use them.

It's true, Wish.

You don't have to stay this way.

You just got scared blind.

You're still that little kid trying to climb down

from up in the belfry on that rope.

Well, you climbed down from that all right, didn't you?

By the same token, you can climb down from this

and you can see again.

But nobody else can do it for you.

You got to do it yourself.

Oh, it's easy as that.

All I gotta do is snap my fingers and say the magic words,

and there it is, daylight.

Comes easy to you, don't it, trail boss?

Big talk. Head them up. Move them out.

Push and keep pushing.

You can walk through a wall and don't even break stride.

Rest of us, we stub our toe, we're hurt.

We bleed a little.

Sure, I can see.

I can see just because my almighty trail boss tells me I can.

Meantime, while I'm trying to push a little sunshine

past the end of my nose,

I hope you don't mind if I use your trail drive

to prepare myself for a more permanent job.

Like, maybe at the cow house on Horn Street

as a flunky hash man to their beef slinger.

Might come in handy just in case you're wrong.

Mr. Wishbone, here's your money.

WISHBONE: It isn't mine.

You heard the man, I lost.

[SIGHS]

Trying to cure Wishbone's eyes or your conscience?

What happened would happen sooner or later.

I just made it happen sooner.

It's got nothing to do with me or my conscience.

Well, it's easy for you to say that, isn't it?

What if Wishbone's got something that isn't caused by fear, though?

Something that could be treated like an injury or an infection.

After all those tests that doctor took, you sure would have knowed it.

He admitted himself he didn't know all about it.

I don't buy that.

Not from some half-baked sawbones in some nothing town.

All right, all right, here, you read this.

It's all right in there.

Wishbone can be cured.

There's a case in there, for example,

of a woman who was an expectant mother.

And doctor had given her orders to stay in bed,

but she disobeyed those orders and she went down to the well.

Now, on the way, she tripped and she fell,

that baby was born dead.

And from then on, she was crippled, she couldn't walk,

not for any physical reason at all

but because she blamed herself.

Now, she stayed a cripple

until one day, a little 5-year-old boy had fallen in the pond

and started hollering for help. There was nobody else around.

As quick as that, she got up and she ran out

and she saved that boy.

Oh, it's got something to do

with how you're feeling inside, in the mind.

One shock can help overcome another one.

Now, this is what we gotta try and do for Wish,

to get him over this fear.

Gotta get him to climb down from that belfry.

Now, that's where we come in, that's where we can help him.

Wrong, you started this thing, you go ahead and finish it.

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

I can't do it.

Mr. Wishbone.

Mr. Wishbone, you all right?

I was dreaming.

Must have been the thunder, woke me up.

Can't seem to get much rest anyway.

I keep dreaming I'm in a cave.

Mr. Favor grabs me by the hand and says:

"Come on, Wishbone, I'm gonna get you out of here."

But he don't. He can't.

It wasn't right the way he judged you, Mr. Wishbone.

Oh, I understand why he did that.

You don't suppose for a second I don't want to see or don't try?

It just don't make sense that a man can scare himself blind

and, if all this, can't scare himself back into seeing again.

Mr. Rowdy's probably right.

All you need is a good doctor.

No.

You know, I once knew a man,

he was walking down the street one day

and all of a sudden, he went blind in one eye.

Just like that.

About three months later, happened in the other eye.

Doctor said something shook loose in his eyeballs.

I think that's what happened to me.

Only with me, it was both eyes at once.

You're only guessing.

No, I'm facing facts and it's time I did.

There's lots of worse things than being blind.

As long as there's a chance...

Go to sleep, Mushy.

- Yes, sir. - I don't wanna talk about it anymore.

No, sir.

I need a lantern.

FAVOR: This way, Wishbone.

I can't see you.

FAVOR: Take hold of my hand. Come on, I've found the way.

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

[SIGHS]

[RUSTLING]

FAVOR: Careful now. Watch your step.

Lots of holes.

Don't want to slip, drops off a hundred feet in places.

I don't want to fall.

FAVOR: You won't, Wish. I won't let you.

Just keep going, one step after another.

FAVOR: Just hang on now.

I won't let you fall.

Steady.

We gotta cross an underground river.

Slow and easy, Wish.

You'll make it.

Slow and easy, one step at a time.

I'm afraid to go any further.

FAVOR: Don't be afraid.

Wish, you can see.

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

Rowdy! Scarlet!

[WISHBONE YELLS]

FAVOR: Easy.

Easy, easy, easy.

[WISHBONES SHOUTING]

Easy.

FAVOR: Easy.

SCARLET: What happened? MUSHY: You all right?

- Where am I? - You're down by the water.

You just walked out on those logs.

I had a dream. I must've been walking in my sleep.

Well, dream or awake, you couldn't have walked out on those logs

unless you could see, Wish.

Yeah, looks like he did just that.

Well, we better get you out of this wet stuff, Wish.

You're shaking so much you're gonna rattle the wheels off your wagon.

It isn't the cold. I'm scared.

From the bone out, I'm scared.

Dark all night, dark all day.

Nightmares, walking in my sleep.

It's no use.

Trying, hoping, praying, it's just no use.

You're wrong, Wish. You've beaten it. Don't you understand?

When you walked out there on those logs, you could see.

Pardon, señor, a man who walks in his sleep needs no eyes.

That might be true in a man's own house,

but not out here, not in the middle of nowhere.

Look, I can prove it. All I got to do is blindfold anyone of you.

Hold on, you said it yourself, no more games.

No more large, important-sounding words out of small books

that none of us understand.

All right, but one thing I do know, one thing you've got to admit,

awake or asleep, Wishbone couldn't have walked out on that log

unless he could see.

Maybe so, maybe not.

But this ain't gonna happen again, I'll tell you.

Come first light, I'm taking him back, we're gonna take a stage to Denver.

We'll have a doctor look at him,

a real good one and knows what he's talking about.

And you ain't gonna do nothing about it, I'll tell you.

[COWS GRUNTING]

What's making them so jumpy?

It's in the air.

I can almost smell the fire and the brimstone.

What's that?

QUINCE: Foxfire, called Saint Elmo's.

It won't hurt them, but what's coming up sure will.

What's coming?

You can smell it. Electricity.

The next bolt that hits will bounce for 50 miles

and them steers know it.

I'll get the boss.

Nice cows.

Are you sure you're warm enough, Mr. Wishbone?

Maybe I'll get you another blanket.

ROWDY: Leave him alone. He's all right.

QUINCE: Saint Elmo's, Mr. Favor. It's got the herd on its tiptoes.

Once it breaks through, won't be no holding them.

All right then, everybody on, into the saddle.

You too, Mushy, we'll need everybody.

- But Mr. Wishbone. - Come on, Wish.

Into the wagon. You stay put.

Sorry, but I can't spare anybody to stay with you.

Don't worry about me, I'll be all right.

Good boy.

Mushy, forget your chaps, come on.

HEY SOOS: The light of the black angel.

SCARLET: I've heard of the blue fire,

but never thought I'd see it.

Quince, Scarlet, you get on the flank and pass the word.

If they start to run, we'll let them go for a bit

until we can pick out the lead and start a circle.

The rest of us will get on point--

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

Let's go!

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

MAN: Hey!

[MEN YELLING AND WHISTLING]

MAN: Hey!

[MEN YELLING]

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

Mr. Favor!

Rowdy!

Mr. Favor!

Mushy!

Anyone!

I gotta get to the water.

Onto the lake.

[MEN YELLING]

[MEN CONTINUE YELLING]

Now keep them milling! Keep them milling!

Boss, the camp!

- The camp. - Wishbone.

Quince! Scarlet!

ROWDY: Wishbone!

FAVOR: Wishbone!

ROWDY: Wishbone's gone. He's not around here.

All right, he couldn't have gone too far. We'll spread out.

You work from the ridge down.

Rowdy, you go down to the water. Let's go, come on.

FAVOR: Wishbone!

Wishbone!

Nothing on the ridge. Fire is turning back on itself.

Wishbone?

ROWDY: Wishbone!

Over here, Rowdy!

Over here, by the lake!

Wishbone!

WISHBONE: Rowdy!

Rowdy! Rowdy!

Over here, Rowdy!

Over here, by the lake!

Over here, Rowdy! Over here, Rowdy!

Over here!

Wish!

Wishbone?

[TREE CREAKING]

[HORSE NEIGHING]

Rowdy!

Easy boy, easy boy.

Come on, boy, back where you came from.

FAVOR: Wishbone!

Over here, Mr. Favor!

Over here!

WISHBONE: Over here, Mr. Favor!

Over here!

Come on, Rowdy.

You're all right, boy. Come on, boy.

Come on, Rowdy.

It's Wishbone. Come on, Rowdy.

Oh.

What happened to me?

A tree fell on you, that's all.

Bumped his head. Nothing to worry about.

And how about you, Wish?

Huh?

[LAUGHING]

I don't even know when it happened.

I didn't feel a thing.

It's like you've just climbed down from that belfry rope again, huh?

Got over being scared

and you climbed down again, all by yourself.

Hey, get out of that.

Haven't you jaspers got anything to do but stand around and stare?

Oh, we're just glad you're all right now, Wish, that's all.

Oh, this spread doesn't have anything to do with it.

Well, it is more than we had to eat all month.

Get out of my way. Give it!

I just can't hardly stand it, Wish.

Well, you're gonna have to. Now, get out of here.

All I'm doing is just finishing cooking what that fire started.

Now you keep turning that,

or we're gonna fatten up on pan-fried Mushy.

Would you mind telling me what's going on here?

You should've had this mess cleaned up and ready to roll.

No, sir, I'm not gonna move one foot, not today.

It isn't gonna do you any good to bellow about it

because it won't change a thing.

Wishbone, I think you ought to do like the man here says.

Look at the both of you, skinny as broom handles.

And look at them.

Bone and frazzle and bad disposition.

And why? Because they've been working too hard.

And they hadn't been eating right.

No, sir, they're not gonna move a foot today either.

Wishbone...

Look, we've been through an electrical storm, a stampede,

a fire and a miracle, all in one night,

and all you can think of is "head them up."

No, sir, they're not gonna move,

not until I spread around some eating fat

where it'll do the most good.

Now, you don't like it, you just go back out and tell your cows

because I'm not interested.

Don't look at me, you're his doctor.

Why?

Head them up!

Move them out!