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)

[COWS MOOING]

MAN 1: Everybody, take it easy now.

[ALL SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

Mason Good. Yeah, I'll take you, Mason.

MAN 2: Come on, you promised. - No, no, no.

Come on, come on, break it up.

- Bill, I got-- - What about me?

- I'll take less than the going rate. - Whatever the pay, I'll take half.

- Break it up. - I'm a good worker.

Take him up on that.

I don't hire a man because he's cheap.

Hey, quit. Come on, break it up or I'll call this whole thing off.

- Now, break it up. MAN 3: Get him out of there.

Get him out of there.

[ALL SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

We've been short-loaded, gouged and put on rations. Look at that.

- I asked for eight sacks of grain. - And we're getting seven.

- We're getting charged for eight. - They got us over a barrel.

Hey, how about a job?

- Where's he going? - Well, he'll be back.

Well, he better.

Now, look, we can't hire everybody.

We just need a few more hands. So take it easy.

Take it easy? Ha-ha. The waddy with the full belly says take it easy.

- Did you ever see a drought, mister? - I wasn't born yesterday.

Then don't tell us to take it easy. And see that your boss-man gets back.

Ah...

[ALL SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

MAN 4: I need work. - What are you trying to do,

- fix it so we can't get to Abilene? - Can't help it.

I got 4,000 head of cattle, 20 men and a thousand miles to drive.

Everybody's tightening their belts.

Oh, it's short rations and hold-up prices, is that it?

That's the ticket, Mr. Favor.

Now, do I take it all back, or do I get paid?

- How about it? - Boss.

FAVOR: Eh? - Four more head cut out last night.

Who was on watch?

Nobody's fault. We're shorthanded, that's all.

I don't want any more excuses. This is the third time it's happened.

Look, you just get your full crew together, Mr. Favor,

and we'll be all right.

Hey, it's me, Murdock.

Oh, yeah, Murdock. That's right. You're on.

Look, half the pay. I'll kick it back to you.

Put me on.

Look, we'll keep it between ourselves. Nobody will know.

Boy. All right, boys, I'm sorry, but that's it. We're full up.

Look, you've gotta put me on. I got a wife and three kids.

- We came up 400 miles. - I can't hire everybody.

- One more, it can't hurt you. - Look, I told you we're full up.

Look, I can't go back and face my wife and kids.

BERT: Looks like he's dead.

DAVE: You killed him, Mr. Favor. He's stone dead.

How do you feel now, big man?

Who is he?

Knowing who he is ain't gonna bring him back.

Anybody here know if he's got kin and where they might be?

Here comes the sheriff.

Who is he?

I don't know. Some drifter, I guess. Town's full of them.

I think his name is Fred Grant.

Came in yesterday with a wife and three kids.

Living over in wagon-town.

What happened?

An accident.

Yeah, he kept goading Mr. Favor and then swung on him.

Mr. Favor had to hit him in self-defense.

It wasn't the blow that killed him.

It was smashing up against that fence post.

Yeah, but who smashed him up there?

He killed him just as sure as if he had had a gun in his hand.

Weasel. You tell the man the truth of it.

Go ahead and kill me too, Mr. Favor. Show the sheriff how you done it.

I guess we'll have to have an inquest.

Inquest? When?

Couple of days, when the judge gets here.

A couple of days? What about my herd?

I got 500 head coming in tomorrow.

You're worried about your herd? You just killed a man.

DAVE: Put him in jail.

Look, sheriff, you know me. I'm telling you it was an accident.

Only the judge can decide that.

Now, can I trust you not to leave town?

Yeah, you got my word.

Your word.

Sheriff, a fight's broke out in the Big Chance saloon.

All right, all right.

- Your word, Gil? - Yeah, yeah.

Well, we got a couple thousand steers to brand. Let's get to work.

MAN: You'll be around.

What's gonna happen to the body?

Kin or his friends there can take care of him.

Think we ought to build him a box?

If it's gonna make you feel that much better, you build him a box, huh?

Eight pounds sowbelly, 50 pounds lard.

That's supposed to be 85 pounds of coffee.

- We're gouged again, the rotten scum. - How does it add up?

Oh, we're gonna be hungry enough to eat our saddle blankets

before we get to a town where we can get some supplies.

Swell.

Wish, that box, didn't anybody come to claim it yet?

No, not yet.

Thought he was supposed to have a family here.

So did I. You heard what that fellow said.

- Why haven't they come to bury him? - I don't know.

What's the matter with these animals?

Don't they even care enough to let them know?

Well, maybe his kin is scared to come to town.

Or maybe they can't give the man a decent burial.

I mean, being strangers and bone poor.

Well, you look them up,

and you give them this. Maybe it'll see them through.

Oh, no, I'm too busy.

I gotta finish this inventory and then I gotta fix supper.

Look, I'm not on a vacation either.

Well, anyway, it's not my place. It's your job.

Look, I'm busy, Wish.

All right then, forget it, or just wait it out.

Some things a man's gotta do for himself.

[CONCERTINA PLAYING]

Ma'am.

I'm, uh, looking for a Mrs. Fred Grant.

Down there.

That lean-to by the water.

They just got in from foraging.

Thank you, ma’am.

FAVOR: Excuse me, miss. Uh, is your mother around?

Mother?

I'm looking for Mrs. Grant.

I'm hungry, Mom. When we gonna eat?

Later.

MARTHA: Later. Always later.

DOLLY: When you only eat once a day, you gotta eat later.

Now, you go play. Go on.

You? You're Mrs. Grant?

Anything wrong?

Oh, no, I-- I mean, I-- I didn't, uh--

Expect him to be married to anybody as young as I am?

Oh, well, it's his second marriage.

The first for me.

Oh, the kids aren't mine. Heh. They just call me Mom.

My name is Dolly.

Oh, mine's Favor. Gil Favor.

This is my oldest boy, Adam. Almost as old as I am.

Yeah.

Well, is there anything we can do for you?

Look, Mrs. Grant, I can't tell you how sorry I am about what happened.

Look-- Look, you take this. Maybe it'll help somewhat anyways.

Help some for what? I don't understand.

What do you want, Mr. Favor? What's that money for?

The sheriff...

You mean, he hasn't come down here?

No, no. What would he be doing here?

I just thought sure he would've come by.

Is Mr. Grant in trouble?

- Is that what you're trying to tell me? - Well, yeah-- Well, not exactly.

What are you trying to say, mister?

If my husband is in trouble, please tell me.

Nobody's told you.

Told us what, Mr. Favor?

Mrs. Grant, your husband, he's dead.

- Dead? - Dead?

What do you mean, dead?

It was an accident. He hit his head on this post, you see.

How? How did it happen?

I can't tell you how sorry I am. I couldn't help it.

He pushed me into it. I had to hit him in self-defense.

You killed him?

You killed my father?

- No! FAVOR: Hey.

No!

- I'll kill you! - Cut it out, boy.

Look, I don't want to hurt you. Cut it out!

Look, I don't want no more trouble.

Like I told you, it wasn't my fault.

Oh, please let him go.

I'll let you go, boy. But don't push me, please.

Well, there will be an inquest, Mrs. Grant.

I can't believe it happened.

Your husband, his body is up at where the big corral is.

Oh, how terrible it must have been.

Look, if there's anything I can do, anything at all, you'll let me know.

Adam, what are you doing?

I'm gonna kill him. His life for my pa's.

Oh, no, Adam. You wouldn't have a chance.

Maybe I wouldn't, but I'm gonna try.

Oh, Adam, you're just a boy.

You couldn't stand up to him face to face.

You do it any other way and they'll hang you.

Either way you're dead.

Adam. Adam, give the law a chance.

Maybe it'll kill him for you.

What if he goes scot-free?

Oh, worry about it then, will you?

I swear by my pa, Dolly, if the law doesn't get him, I will.

Oh, shh. Stop.

DOLLY: Martha.

Come here.

Well, we ain't much, but we can go proud to the funeral.

Will we see him, Ma?

Oh, I don't know.

Maybe they done right by him and got him a box.

I don't know.

Oh, I tell you, I don't know what you kids did before I came along.

Now, both of you, go get in the wagon. Go on.

[DOLLY SIGHS]

You're gonna give that money back. You hear me?

Why? That money burning a hole in your soul, Adam?

You feel less of a man with it?

You had no right in taking it.

I took it because we need it.

Because without it, I don't know how we're gonna eat tomorrow.

How can you eat with it? Ain't you got no pride?

Pride?

Oh, Adam.

It's the time of the buzzards and we're being ground into the dust.

You talk about pride. Will it feed you?

Will it put a roof over your head?

Will it put decent clothes on your back?

Oh, Adam, I learned a long time ago,

pride, honor, respect, all those fancy words,

they never got me a drink of water when I wanted it.

Adam, stop thinking about yourself.

I'm the man of the family now.

Then act like it.

Not like some half-runted little--

Oh, Adam.

Remember this, Mr. Favor killed your father

and he owes us.

He's got to take care of us.

There ain't enough money in the world to pay for my pa.

One way or the other, Mr. Favor's a dead one.

Well, maybe you're right, Adam.

Pride is an important thing.

I think it's best you take this money back to Mr. Favor.

You give it to him, you being the head of the family now.

Come on.

We've got to bury your father. Come on.

Ma'am, uh,

you'll be needing a buckboard and horse to get you to the graveyard.

I'll take care of that.

Wait up and I'll go help you.

What are you standing around for? Go get the minister.

Yes, sir.

Uh, you children wanna come along and help get the horse and wagon?

DOLLY: Adam.

- We won't be needing this. FAVOR: Oh?

Well, I-- I just thought you might.

You thought this $50 could buy you off, didn't you?

I wasn't buying anything. I wanted you to have it.

We're not having anything, not from you.

It just wouldn't be right. You understand, Mr. Favor.

It being a rough time, I only wanted to help out.

Save your sympathy. It won't bring my pa back.

Thanks anyway, Mr. Favor.

Wait a minute.

Well, I just had a thought. Uh...

How old are you?

Seventeen.

How are you on a horse?

I can manage.

You think you could rough it for two, three months?

If you're worried about my spunk, forget it.

That job your pa wanted, it's yours if you think you're up to it.

DOLLY: Oh, Adam-- - You don't give up, do you?

DOLLY: Adam, he's only trying to help.

He's trying to wheel grease us to forget what he done.

You try and talk some sense into him.

This is just an advance on his pay.

I want him here early in the morning.

Look, if you hate me, that's fine.

I'm not asking you to give up your hate. I'm not asking nothing of you.

I'd just like you to be here early in the morning.

He'll be here, Mr. Favor.

MAN 1: Best money can buy.

Well, they'll do maybe, for drag.

No, those are cutting horses, Mr. Favor.

They'll turn on a dime and give you two bits of change.

What do you think, Adam?

You're the boss.

All right, you got yourself a deal. Have them shod up.

Yes, sir.

I'm getting some tobacco. You need anything?

MAN 2: What you doing, boy, coddling your pa's killer?

Anything else, ma'am?

No. I've gotta go slow.

Oh, hello, Mr. Favor.

- Howdy, Gil. FAVOR: Hello.

Adam.

- Everything going all right, Adam? - Yeah.

I do hope you're not working him too hard, Mr. Favor.

Oh, no, no, no. I'm saving him for the trail.

DOLLY: Heh. - Well, that'll be, uh, $6.20.

Put it on my account. I'll take 2 pounds of tobacco.

Well, sure thing, Gil.

- She can pay for it. - Yes, of course I can.

I know you can, but your money ain't good until we're gone.

Well, I can't accept charity, Mr. Favor.

It ain't charity.

Just wanna get something for the kids. Presents.

How about some new clothes, huh?

Well, I guess that might be all right.

After all, Adam, food's one thing, but clothes, they're another.

Why, it's like getting a luxury or a present.

The kids will be very much obliged, Mr. Favor.

Well...

Oh...

Oh, won't Martha be beautiful in this?

I ain't much of a judge, but I think so.

[LAUGHS]

DOLLY: Uh--

You're sure you wanna do this, Mr. Favor?

It's not too much, is it?

Mrs. Grant, the hours I work, I don't have a chance

to spend my money on much of anything.

So anything that catches your fancy, I'd really like you to say.

You're very kind.

Uh...

Go ahead, try it on.

Oh.

Go ahead.

[CHUCKLES]

Looks like a right smart little bonnet there.

Oh, and that dress. That dress there goes with it.

DOLLY: Oh.

- Look, you can't take all this stuff. DOLLY: Why can't I?

Oh, Adam, can't I have beautiful things in my life for just once?

Adam, why don't you go tend the horses?

Are you sure it's all right, Mr. Favor?

I wouldn't take no for an answer.

[CHUCKLES]

- Put it all on my account. CHARLIE: Oh, yeah.

Will do, Gil. And thank you very kindly.

Uh, I'll be out in just a minute. Okay?

[GRUNTS]

DOLLY: Mr. Favor.

How do you like it?

FAVOR: I'd be eight kinds of a liar if I said I didn't like it.

Look, I'll help you home with the wagon

if you could excuse me for just a minute.

DOLLY: Uh-huh.

Well, looks like Favor not only killed your pa,

but he's gonna have his little widow if he's so inclined.

- Gentlemen. JEB: Say, Gil, we're worried.

Why? Herd's all joined up now.

Jeb here has been telling me about an inquest,

- that you're being held for it. - Yeah, that's right.

Then who knows how long you may be delayed.

Today or tomorrow. As soon as the judge gets here.

That's what the sheriff said.

I understand there's gonna be a lot of unfriendly witnesses.

What if you're found guilty of murder?

It was an accident. Everybody knows that.

Not everybody says, you gotta admit that.

You're starting to judge me ahead of time, aren't you?

Maybe running with cold feet and making your decisions?

We've got 4,500 head of steer out there.

A good $200,000 on the hoof.

Now, they've got to get to market before they dry out and rot here.

We'll get them there on time.

What's your guarantee?

Think you're the only ones with a big stake in this thing?

What about my men? Me? I've got my life on the line here.

That wasn't our fault.

You got a hundred vultures in this town hungry enough to eat a man alive,

dogging his footsteps every step of the way.

Something snaps, anything can happen.

So don't tell me how much you got riding out there.

You've got to understand our position.

Fine, but then you try and understand mine a little bit.

All I'm asking for is just a little time.

We'd like less assurance, Gil, and more action.

JEB: One more day.

If you're not on the trail, there'll be a new boss leading the herd.

Oh... You know, it's not me I'm worried about.

It's the kids, you know?

You think a man would strap himself with three kids

if he wanted to marry a girl?

- Yeah, sure he would, if he loved her. - Mm.

Well, I wouldn't give them up anyway, not for anything.

Nobody's saying you should.

If I was alone, I'd have no trouble meeting a man who'd take care of me.

- Would I? - Oh, no. No trouble at all.

[HORSE WHINNYING]

Of course, you know, a single girl, she's got no responsibilities.

Well, she's got nobody to worry about except herself.

Oh, but then, I'm not a single girl.

No, um--

Um, my horse is favoring a foot there.

I think I better pull up and check him out.

Being here, you'd never think

there was such a thing as drought, would you?

That's what I blame for my man's death, not you.

Do you hear that, drought?

Oh, I hate you.

Oh, come on.

Listen, don't you pay me no mind, Mr. Favor.

It's just that it just doesn't seem fair

that my whole life should just add up to this.

Oh, I know it's awfully easy for me to say,

but, uh, droughts do come to an end,

and you are very young.

Oh, young enough to want the whole world.

Old enough to know better.

Oh, Mr. Favor, as long as I can remember

there's always been some kind of drought or another.

The first one was about a dozen years ago.

It left me an orphan.

I haven't had it very easy since.

Have you ever been married, Mr. Favor?

- Yeah, once. She's dead. - Oh.

Then you had love in you once.

Do you still?

I don't know.

Love or need. I guess that's what hooks you.

Doesn't seem to make much difference which.

Maybe we'd better go on to your place.

You know, I used to dream of pretty sunsets,

and, oh, of all the pretty things in the world.

Except now I realize you've got to have a full belly for it.

Miss Grant--

Oh, please, call me Dolly.

Dolly, for whatever it's worth, I don't want you to have to worry.

Well, I mean, as a friend, I'd like to help you out.

At least help you get back on your feet.

I'm sorry, I couldn't let you.

Not now.

Mom.

Mom. Hi, Mom.

[DOLLY LAUGHS]

Martha, Jim, come look what we brought you.

- Look. Enough food to choke a cow. - Mommy, that's so big.

We're gonna start putting a little meat on them bones of ours.

Tomorrow you're gonna have supper with us, Mr. Favor.

- Uh... - Uh-uh. No ifs.

Look what I got you.

For you.

Gee whillikins, Mom.

- And here. - Wow, what a beautiful dress.

Well, you can thank Mr. Favor. He's playing Santa Claus today.

- Gee, thanks, Mr. Favor. - Oh, thanks.

Now, go try them on, both of you. Hurry, go on.

It doesn't take much to spread good cheer around, does it?

I guess not.

Well, I'll see you tomorrow then.

Oh, uh, I may not look it,

but I can do a lot better than a son-of-a-gun stew,

and I bet I can beat your cook to a frazzle.

FAVOR: Well, I'll tell Wishbone I'm... I'm betting on you.

Bye-bye.

Oh, Adam. Look, everything's taking a turn for the better. Look at the nice--

- You're slobbering this up, ain't you? DOLLY: Adam, what do you mean?

That dress.

Him buying it for you.

Oh, why shouldn't he?

You never loved Pa at all, did you?

No.

But I never cheated Mr. Grant, Adam. ...

I married him in good faith.

I cared for him and for you, for the kids, ...

I gave him full value for all the time we spent together.

He was a good man, my pa.

Oh, Adam, sure he was good and kind.

It-- It's just that I never knew him.

I didn't have a chance.

Oh, Adam, what do you want me to do?

Go through my life hating for a man I hardly even knew?

My pa's still warm in the grave and you're taking things from Favor?

Flirting with him.

If he asked you, I'd bet you'd even marry him.

Well, why not?

A man like that, with all his money.

Oh-- Oh, Adam, he's hardly ever around.

He's gone for months at a time.

Oh, we wouldn't have to worry about a thing.

I'd kill you before you married him.

Then kill Martha and Jim too, Adam.

Because without me there's nobody to fend for them.

Is that what you want?

I just want you to act like you felt something for my father, so--

So his marrying you wasn't like hitching up with a cheap woman.

Which is what you are, isn't it? All the way through. Cheap.

Cheap. Cheap. Cheap.

Adam, when your father married me, he made you my son.

Well, he's dead now and I ain't your son anymore.

Well, the kids are mine.

Anything I do, I do for them.

I'll take care of the kids.

And if you're dead?

Don't try to kill the one man

who's gonna take care of us for the rest of our lives.

Coffee ready yet?

Been ready for hours.

You wanna try some?

Guaranteed to bust your buttons and heal all wounds.

Well, this place sure gives me the willies.

I hope we get out of here soon.

You, uh, still wrestling in your mind?

You know, I used to be a wrestler.

Did I ever tell you what I did to Brazos Bill?

Catch-as-catch-can, no holds barred?

Brazos Bill was one of the wiliest, hairiest, skin-graftingest wrestlers

this side of the Mississippi, and I--

You're not listening.

You're still worried about that inquest?

Yeah, a mite.

I'm more worried about the girl and those kids.

She's not much more than a kid herself.

Don't let her age and size fool you.

From what I see, she can take care of herself and you too.

Spit it out. What are you trying to say?

You're walking into a trap a mile wide.

I know what I'm doing.

Mm, do you?

You two is acting like I was gonna up and marry this kid or something.

I didn't say that word.

What's wrong with the word anyways?

You can't take over for that man.

I'm not trying to take over for nobody.

It was an accident. You can't strap yourself to this the rest of your life.

Nobody owes anybody that much.

Crazy, senseless way that it happened.

Well, you did all you can.

Don't tell me what I can do or what I can't do.

Just butt out of my business, will you?

FAVOR: Hey, sheriff.

Whenever is the judge gonna get back?

Maybe today. Maybe tomorrow.

Look, I can't take any more maybes.

If I don't get my herd out of here and get some new grazing, well--

Well, it's gonna ruin them.

You gave me your word. Stay put.

But for how long?

The owners are losing patience, and I can't blame them.

I can't help that. You'll just have to sweat it out.

Look, I'll tell you what, then.

Let me deliver the herd, and put off the inquest until I get back.

There's a little matter of the people.

There are some of them who want your head right now, Gil.

Now, if I turn you loose, they might get stupid.

Well, I'm willing to take that chance.

You'll wait for the judge.

Gil, you've killed somebody.

[CONCERTINA PLAYING]

Mr. Favor, you were here once before, and that's once too often.

I don't want no trouble.

I was invited here to supper.

It appears to me trouble is what you are looking for,

if you aim to stay around here.

Please stand aside.

I've invited Mr. Favor to have dinner with me and my family.

I have every right to do that.

For purposes of really eating?

Or just stuffing the golden goose?

Oh, just let him through.

[GRUNTING]

Oh, please, Mr. Favor, no more. Please.

Look, I come here to eat. I plan to eat.

You'll eat over our dead bodies.

Come on, Mr. Favor. Butcher us like you did Mr. Grant.

Please, just go. For my sake, please go.

Remember the inquest.

[HORSE NEIGHING]

Oh, you scared me.

Scared you? You could've got your head blowed off.

Shh. You'll wake the kids. They're so tired.

You're acting like I should have expected you or something.

Didn't you? After what happened at my camp?

You could have waited till daylight anyways.

No, no, not another minute. It just wasn't safe.

This ain't no place for you neither.

Huh. Well, you tell me where there's a place for me.

Back in town where there's other womenfolk around.

A school for the youngsters, church to go to.

And how do I make out in a place like that?

Well, just like everybody else.

You settle down, you start living.

With three kids on my hands and nobody to take care of me?

- Well... - Oh, please, tell me, Mr. Favor.

With homes for miles around breaking up

because there's not enough food.

With men and women cutting each other's throats for any kind of work.

You tell me.

Oh.

Oh, Gil, take me with you.

Just me and the kids, wherever you go.

I'm sorry, but I just can't.

Well, I'll work my way.

I'm a good cook.

And, uh, well, I'll mend your clothes and I--

I'll wash, I'll...

I'll do anything.

Anything.

And I-- Oh, I promise you, I won't get in your way.

Look, you just don't realize what a trail drive is like.

Oh, will it be any easier here?

Look, I just can't. Not one woman with 20 men.

Mr. Favor, you can't leave me behind.

You go and I--

I don't know what I'll do or where I'll turn. I--

I don't know how we'll fend for ourselves.

I just don't know.

Look, things will work out, Dolly.

Only if you take me with you.

Well, think of all the talk there'd be if you went.

Oh, I don't care about the talk.

Dolly, you've got some money now, and I'll see you get more.

Anything you need, I'll see that you get it.

You just don't want me around.

Well, not on the trail.

You don't care what happens to me.

- Dolly-- - I'm not good enough for you.

That's it, isn't it?

Look, you're just a child.

I'll show you what kind of child I am, Mr. Favor.

You can keep your good will and your precious few dollars,

because I can't use them.

Will you be reasonable? I'm doing the best I can.

Well, your best isn't good enough.

Well, what in the world were you expecting? Marriage or something?

Oh, I don't want anything from you now.

Just let me go.

What are you gonna do?

Anything I have to do to get by.

[CHATTERING]

[PIANO MUSIC PLAYING]

[MEN LAUGHING]

FAVOR: Good evening, Mrs. Grant.

What are you doing here at this time of night?

Well, I had a long talk with Mr. Carter yesterday.

And I'm here to see him.

He finds me very attractive.

He wants me to work for him in here.

Are you out of your mind?

Oh, no, it's a good job.

Pays good.

Well, if you've got the stomach for it.

Well, what are you offering instead?

You--

Oh, you-- You man!

CHARLIE: Wait a minute.

Gil, what's the matter? What's wrong?

You got no help here working for you at the store, that's what's wrong.

You wake me up out of a deep sleep to tell me I need help?

Yeah, I'm telling you that Dolly Grant is gonna be working for you.

Here's a hundred dollars. Four months' salary.

What?

Gil.

We've been out looking over the herd.

There isn't a bit of grass left to nibble.

Give it up, Gil. There'll be another herd next time.

I just want another day.

Don't make it tougher than it is. We've got to get that herd out today.

There's another man ready to take over. He's waiting for us in town.

We'll be turning the bills of sale over to him. I'd like to have them back, Gil.

Thanks.

The judge just got in town. He's ready for the inquest.

- Did Mr. Grant strike Mr. Favor first? - I didn't see him.

You were able to see punches thrown by Mr. Favor,

but none by Mr. Grant?

That's right.

JUDGE: Burt Stone.

Now, did, uh, Mr. Favor's fist kill Mr. Grant,

or was his death due to the way his head struck the top of the post?

Hell, he hit him, didn't he?

Now, look here, you're under oath, and I want direct answers.

I've got six weeks of docket to get through.

Answer my question.

Did you see it as intentional?

I mean, deliberate, without provocation?

Favor had no necessary cause to hit that man.

Was there a lot of tension?

Feelings rising to the breaking point?

All we wanted was jobs.

Hake it you didn't get one?

No.

JUDGE: Mr. Gil Favor.

Yeah, I did hit him, all right.

Did you have to?

Well, I guess I could've let him pound away at me,

but it just didn't occur to me at the time.

JUDGE:

And you claim that you struck out in self-defense?

- Yes, sir, that's right. JUDGE: Mm.

Did you have to hit him that hard?

I asked you, Mr. Favor,

did you have to hit Fred Grant as hard as you did?

Well, I got to admit I was pretty lathered up.

I was bothered with all the pushing and the shoving,

and was bothered about having to hire one man out of ten

and knowing the other nine were gonna go hungry.

I'd been price gouged and snipe rustled.

It was hot.

And I was hot.

Well, I still can't say exactly how hard I hit him.

But I guess I did hit him hard enough to bounce him off that post.

Mm.

Step down.

The incident leading to this case was plainly unfortunate.

And nothing about the testimony is clear.

In fact, the only clear thing about it is the plight everybody is in.

A hundred men, only a few jobs.

That gets people stretching the truth about trouble.

It's my calculated belief

that the witnesses have traded reason for hate

and a scapegoat.

Therefore, my decision is that the death was accidental.

Case dismissed.

[CHATTERING]

MAN: Accidental!

JEB: Gil. FAVOR: Huh?

You still got the herd. We argued around, but we didn't make a deal.

- Here you go. FAVOR: Thanks.

ADAM: Mr. Favor!

In my book, you're still guilty of killing my father.

The law says it was an accident, boy.

I don't aim to let you off, Mr. Favor.

I want you to draw.

Adam, don't!

ADAM: You stay out of this, Dolly. This is between Mr. Favor and me.

I told you I'm sorry about your pa, boy.

I've tried to make up for it. I can't do no more than that.

Sorry isn't good enough, Mr. Favor.

I said, draw!

Look, I don't want to hurt you,

but if you force me, I am gonna kill you.

You tell your men to clear back. This is between you and me.

- Adam, don't you see he'll-- ADAM: Dolly, move!

All right, then, boy.

If this is how you want it,

go ahead.

Go on.

Go on with Rowdy, huh?

Oh, you--

You man!

You scared me so much, I--

What are we gonna do? I don't know where we're--

- Oh, shut up. DOLLY: Ow! Ow!

You are going to go to work for Charlie at the store here, young lady.

He's agreed to take you on for four months' trial.

Now, if you shape up,

- you can write your own ticket. - Oh!

FAVOR: And I'm betting you can make good. Right? Right.

And there'll be no more thoughts of trail drives or saloons or--

Or nothing. Right?

Yes, sir.

Right.

And, um, good luck.

Head them up!

Move them out!