All language subtitles for Rawhide T7EP04 - The Lost Herd

Look.

They're coming. Favor's
trail drive is coming.

They're coming.

Gil Favor's herd?

It's the Lord's truth,
they lost the whole herd?

Yes, Mr. Simmons. All
except maybe a dozen head.

The whole dang
herd. I don't believe it.

Gil Favor, huh?

Come on.

Well, we made up our minds,
Rowdy, so don't argue with us.

Not if you know
what's good for you.

Don't get your fur up at me,
Jenson, or I'll comb it down for you.

Now, just take it easy.
We're all a little bit edgy now.

Look, you want me to tell him?

All right, what's
holding things up?

Well, the men, boss,
they've been talking.

I'll say it for him.

We're hired on to drive
cattle, not get laughed at.

Yeah, so?

So if you want this herd driven smack
through town to them holding pens,

you better do it yourself.
We sure ain't gonna.

That right, Quince?

Well, I figure he's speaking
for all of us, Mr. Favor.

You see, this whole town's
turning out to see us in

and, well, there's
no sensible need

for 20 men to be pushing
nine heads of steer.

Yeah, that's true enough.
Two men can handle it.

Rowdy.

Why is everyone
so mad at Mr. Favor?

Oh, shut up, Mushy.

Just for once, will you
keep your big mouth shut?

Now, where do you
think you're going?

Saloon. Where else?

To wash the taste of your
cooking out of our mouths.

I never lost a
chuck wagon before.

Never before.

Well, you tried, Mr. Wishbone.

Them cattle almost went
over you along with that wagon.

Yeah, but it's the
cook's responsibility, boy.

The wagon and the
supplies are his responsibility.

Yeah, there they are.
Come on, come on.

A man just can't
hardly hold his head up

after something like that.

You're mad at Mr. Favor too?

Oh, I don't know what I think.

But I'll tell you one thing, though,
I'm sure not gonna thank Mr. Favor.

Not for what happened
back at the Devil's Patch Quilt.

Hey, hey.

What I fear most is a stampede.

A herd like that is liable
to wipe out an entire town.

Hey, Favor, with
a drive that size,

you could've saved money
shipping them by a stagecoach.

Hey!

You should've put stamps on them
and sent them by United States mail.

Well...

Well, 12 lonely eagles.

That's all I got. I guess out on a drive
that seemed like a lot of money, huh?

Well, I'm flat busted myself.

Well, I guess we can count ourselves
mighty lucky, nobody got killed.

Darn fool Favor.

Had no right turning
us into that Patch Quilt.

He was the trail
boss, wasn't he?

Well, what I would like to know
is when do we collect wages now?

What makes you think
you're gonna get paid?

Well, we must get paid.

Sure we will. Just as soon as Favor
collects for a herd he didn't deliver.

Well, you find out
anything about our pay yet?

Nope.

I'll tell you one thing.
If we don't get paid,

some of us gonna treat Mr. Trail-boss
to a Texas knuckle-dance.

I think the boss has
got more to worry about

than your Texas knuckle-dance.

Yeah? What is that?

Well, he's taking the tally sheet
down to the association right now.

How would you like to be
the one to tell Brock Dillman

that we only brought in...?

Nine head.

Afraid that's it, all right.

You know how much
you cost me, Favor?

I get 20 cents a head every
steer goes through this office.

On account of you, I
lost something like $400.

Okay.

How did it happen?

Where were you when
you got Teisner's wire?

A half day below Desert City.

It was the first I heard of
this railroad car shortage.

That I'd have to beat
Tom Bickle into Great Bend

to take bottom
dollar for the herd.

- So?
- So we ran the legs off of them.

By the time we'd crossed the Fairley,
we'd picked up two days on Bickle.

Bickle was still
ahead of you, huh?

About a half a day.

Then I figured, best
bet to push past him

and go up the west
side of Table Ridge.

That was a hard 16-hour
drive without water.

But when we hit
the main trail again...

Bickle was still ahead?

About an hour's drive.

That left only one more chance
to beat him into Great Bend.

Devil's Patch Quilt.

You know how dangerous
that pass is this time of the year.

Ah. We almost made it.

Just another half hour.

Almost.

You gambled,
Favor, and you lost.

And you try to explain that to
Mr. Teisner any way as you like.

Teisner is coming
in here himself?

I wired him.

Coming down on the next train.

Eight dollars and 10 cents?

How am I supposed to
pay off my crew with that?

That's the way the contract
reads, 2 and a half percent.

Two and a half percent
of nine heads, $8.10.

If can't pay off your crew with
that, that's your sweat, trail boss.

Yeah, yeah. I know.

I was hoping I might be able to
get a cash advance on my next drive.

I don't figure you'll be making
any more drives for us, Favor.

And nobody else for that matter.

Something fishy here.

You're too good.

- I don't believe you.
- Okay, Dillman.

You remember Charlie Mayes?

Yeah.

No advance.

Favor.

Charlie Mayes
only lost 200 head.

You lost a whole herd.

One difference.

Charlie Mayes was drunk.

I wasn't.

- Mm.
- Mr. Favor, I forgot something.

Now what?

We've got this new rule.

Payment in advance.

What are you talking about?

We can settle up like
always when I check out.

Mr. Favor.

We've got this new rule and...

Oh...

Oh, I see.

You're worried this time you
ain't gonna get paid, is that it?

Oh, no. You see,
it's just that I...

Yeah, well, you
never mind. Here.

Now, you run along, you
get me some hot water.

That is, if you're not afraid
I'm gonna steal the jug.

Mr. Clayton, don't you realize

I have 19 hands that haven't even
got a partial draw on their pay yet?

They're hungry, they're tired,
they're dirty, they're thirsty.

Worst of all, they are broke.

Yes, yes, I... I understand.

No, sir, I don't
think you really do.

Most comforting thing they've
known in the last couple of months

is a hard saddle
and a dirty bedroll.

Now, they're just liable to turn
mean, try to take this town apart.

Have you ever seen a crew
of sober trail hands bust loose?

Well, I... I have
nothing to do with that.

However, this personal
draft of yours for $500.

I can't possibly cash it
without first checking.

Checking with my bank back
east. I know, I know. I heard.

Yes, that shouldn't take
more than a day or two.

My. Clayton, after all the
business I've done with this bank,

all of a sudden I'm
inconvenienced for a day or two.

Yes.

Let's face a few
facts, Mr. Favor.

Prior to this, you've been
what we call a "good credit risk".

On this occasion, however,

not only are no monies due you
for the delivery of this last herd,

there also seems
to be a question

as to whether there will be any
more contracts for you as a trail boss.

Under those conditions, I
can't just hand you $500.

All right.

Here's my reserve.

It's gold dust.

I'll take a hundred
silver dollars for it.

It ain't nearly enough,
but that and $40 is all I got.

Beer. And me with
a wild whiskey thirst.

Hey!

That ain't gonna help
none. We gotta sleep here.

I tell you, I've just
about had a gut full.

- Hey.
- Hey!

It's about time you got here.

All right, all
right. Settle down.

- Take it easy. MAN
2: Boy, this I can use.

A good hot bath, huh? - Yeah.

First off,

I can't pay you your full wages.
- Oh.

All right, I know how you feel.

But that's the
way it is for now.

I'll split everything
I do have with you.

And when I get more,
then you'll get more.

All right, first man.

- Right here.
- Six dollars.

Six dollars?

Well, that ain't enough to:

Rowdy. ROWDY: Huh?

Pay the men off.

They can take the money and, well,
they can do what they want to with it.

I'll be in my room.

All right.

All right, line up.

Rowdy, the way I look at it,
any man can make a mistake.

Well, you just ain't human unless
you make one mistake, right?

- Yeah. Here, get your big 6.
- Well, thank you.

Well, I ain't never heard of a man
that didn't once do something wrong.

What I mean is... Well,
take me for instance.

One time we was pushing a
big herd of cattle past Amarillo

and this ramrod...

Well, he wasn't
much older than you.

Well, anyway, he sends me back
to the tail end of the herd and...

But to lose a whole herd.

I'd never seen that before.

Yeah, Quince, you
mind stepping aside now

and let the other boys have
a crack at this big money?

Oh, yeah, sure.

I'll bet even old George
Washington made one mistake.

Yeah?

Mr. Favor, it is I, Gustauf.

Come on in.

Thank you.

Thank you.

What is it?

I... I do not like to bother
you at a time like this,

but I...

Spit it out, man.

What's on your mind?

Well, it's...

It's just a matter of our wages.

You see, I have...

I have a small ranch

and a large mortgage.

Mr. Favor, I'm a family man.

Seven hungry mouths to feed.

I... I only took this job to...

To buy winter food.

Mr. Favor, my...
My little ones...

In here, I...

- I'm... I'm deeply concerned for them.
- Yeah.

I know, Gustauf.

Oh, don't worry,
I'll get your wages.

Yeah, that sounds good.

I've got some coming
in a couple of days.

One way or the other,
I'll get the rest of it.

I knew it would be all right.

- Thank you. Thank you.
- Yeah.

Oh, the door is open.

Mr. Favor, it's me, Mushy.

Well, now. I can
see that, Mushy.

I just wanted to
tell you, Mr. Favor.

I don't blame you for what
happened, like everyone else does.

Well, I know it wasn't
your fault, Mr. Favor.

Oh, you know that,
do you, Mushy?

Sure I do.

Mushy, what if I told
you it was my fault?

What if I swore to you
on a stack of Bibles

that it was my stupidity
that lost the herd, huh?

I wouldn't believe
that, Mr. Favor.

- What's that?
- That's $37 I saved.

Mr. Wishbone doesn't
even know I got it.

Oh, Mushy, I...

- I know how you need the money.
- No. No, Mushy, look.

- I don't need it really.
- Well, you keep it, Mr. Favor.

Look, Mushy, you hang on
to your money now. Come on.

- No, you keep it, Mr. Favor.
- Take your money.

I don't need it.
I don't want it.

All I want is to be left alone.

- But, Mr. Favor.
- Come on, you get out of here.

Right now. Scat!

You. What do you want?

- Well, I just...
- Oh, I'm sorry.

Throw them... Throw
them anywhere.

Bickle's crew just rode in.

Yeah?

I guess it'll take their men an
hour or so to get them in the pens.

What's on your mind, anyways?

Uh, nothing.

Well, I was wondering what
you're gonna tell Mr. Teisner.

About losing the herd and all.

Huh?

Well, up there on the Patch
Quilt, you were a little steamed up

about the whole thing.

Yeah, so I was.

You said that
the drag was split.

And when the herd turned,

if the drag was pulled
around in front of them,

they wouldn't have
gotten near the cliffs.

I was in charge of drag.

Yeah. Yeah, well,
the herd's gone.

What difference does it make?

Quite a bit.

Huh?

Oh, I'm beginning
to see the light.

Maybe it's you thinking of trail
bossing for the association, huh?

Maybe. But that's not
the reason I came up here.

You were hot under the collar
then. I just wanted to know...

What I said still goes.

Now, let me get this straight.

Let's see, since I'm going
down the drain anyways,

no sense in you
being on the hook too.

- I didn't say that.
- Is that it?

But that's about the
way you see it, huh?

All right, that's
the way I see it.

Well...

Well, uh...

I'll keep that in mind
when I talk to Mr. Teisner.

I feel I got the right to
know what you're gonna say.

You've got a right to nothing!

Absolutely nothing.

Now, get out of here.

Or you'll throw me out?

That's right.

You don't mean that.

Try me.

You better get some
rest. You look a little tired.

Well, there sure ain't no big
decision about spending the $6.

Either you drink for an
hour or you eat for a week.

Mushy, I just wanna say,

I know it didn't seem like it,
but I did appreciate your offer.

- Great. Anytime, Mr. Favor.
- Oh, no, Mushy, it's all right.

Honest. Honest.

- I'm glad to know that, Mr. Favor.
- Yeah, Mushy.

I'm so all-fired thirsty, I feel like
I'm come up in spikes like a cactus.

Yo Yo, I got a bit of suspicion
your father was a cactus.

I think you're right,
Mr. Bickle. I think you're right.

Hey, it looks like Favor and his crew
are holed up in the Dry Well Saloon.

Now, what say we go over there

and congratulate them on
beating us to Great Bend?

Of course, they had to lose
a few cattle to do it. Ha, ha.

Yo Yo, them fellas are in no
mood for you and your fooling.

Why, Mr. Bickle, I wouldn't
think of funning them boys.

Over there, amongst that
despair and heartache,

I just thought I might find a few
friends to say hello to. Ha-ha-ha.

Hey, Quince.

Well, I ain't seen
you since Wyoming...

Oh, it's hardly fitting a boy like
you watching a thing like this.

Think we ought to
leave, Mr. Wishbone?

No, wait till it
gets a good start.

Hey, you Bickle men, fight!

Gil.

Hello, Tom.

- Care to join me?
- Well, thanks.

Never seen you drink out of a bottle
since you've been trail bossing, Gil.

Well, I guess it's sort
of like riding a horse.

Once you learn, you
never quite forget how.

Sure sorry to hear what happened
to you up in the Patch Quilt.

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

I can't say I'm sorry you didn't
beat us in for the top money, though.

The ranchers I work for can't
afford to practically give away a herd

like the association can.

That's the way it goes. You
win some, you lose some.

Anything I can do to help, Gil?

No, no. Thanks, anyway.

The only really bad trouble I'm
having is with the bank in town.

- How's that?
- For just $500 on a personal draft,

I've got to wait two
days to get my money.

You told them
you could cover it?

Like the man said:

"We are not making loans on
personal pledges today, Mr. Favor."

That bank's gonna give you that $500
if I have to co-sign the note with you.

Oh, no, Tom, I
couldn't let you do that.

Gil, let me ask
you one question.

If you were in my shoes, I in
yours, what would the answer be?

Tom, you know I
would appreciate this.

Well, what are
we waiting for, Gil?

Mr. Clayton, we've got
some business to discuss.

Certainly, Mr. Bickle.

Have a seat, gentlemen.

Now, what can I do for you?

It's amazing how hot hot water
can be when you're not used to it.

I was gonna scald myself.

- You bet. Sure felt good, didn't it?
- Yeah.

- What are you gonna do now?
- Looking fine, Rowdy.

You know, a fresh shave,
fresh bath, money in my pocket,

I feel like I might even
go to church or something.

Yeah, well, I'm gonna get
myself something to eat.

Gee, that's a good idea.

You know, if I stop and have
one drink, I may never eat again.

I know what you mean.

Yeah, great. Ha-ha-ha.

Whoa.

Hey, where you fellas been, huh?

Hey, you didn't clean up at all?

What for? And talking about
absolute necessities, have a shot.

He don't drink.

Hey, come on. Come
back here with that.

What are you doing?

They're sure a lot of happier
than they were two hours ago.

Oh, yeah, it seems like.

Say, Tom.

There's something
I'd like to ask you.

What's that?

Well, now, you passed the
turn-off about an hour before we did.

You saw the same overcast
hanging over the Patch Quilt.

Just supposing you was in the
same spot with a run-out herd

and, you know, if you came
in second at the railhead

that you practically have
to give the herd away.

Now, I don't wanna put
you on the spot, but...

Well, do you think
that there's a chance

you might have tried to push
them across the Patch Quilt?

I might have.

Gil, any trail boss might
have made the same decision.

Thank you, good buddy.

I got to admit that's
a load off my mind.

- Gil, I hear your drag let you down.
- Oh?

Just make sure
Teisner knows that.

Don't let him think that what happened
was all your fault if it really wasn't.

- Favor.
- Dillman.

Bickle's a friend of yours, huh?

More than that.
He's a good friend.

I saw you coming out of the bank
together. What's that all about?

- Oh, that's my business, fellow.
- Is it?

You remember me asking
you about Charlie Mayes?

I remember.

Remember I killed him?

I remember that too.

Dillman, you are
getting on my nerve.

Now, get your hands off
me before I take them off.

Oh?

Oh, yeah.

You're getting awful
sloppy, Dillman.

What are you doing drawing
standing so close to someone, huh?

I can wait, trail boss.

Favor.

Yeah?

Teisner's come in, but he
doesn't want to see you yet.

Oh?

A couple of other people
he wants to talk to first.

All I can say about Gil Favor

is that Gil is one of the best
trail bosses in the business.

That bars none, sir.

Good. I'm very pleased to
hear you say that, Mr. Bickle.

You see, I find myself in a position
of having to move one more herd

before winter sets in.

- A little late in the season, isn't it?
- It is.

I imagine a drive this late will be
touch-and-go in many respects.

That's why I need an
exceptional man as trail boss.

At the moment, I'm
considering three men for the job.

One of them is you,
another is Gil Favor.

Gil's a good man.

You'll look a long time before
you find a better one, sir.

Until his last drive, I would
have agreed without question.

As it stands now, however...

Yeah.

You drive for small,
independent ranchers, Mr. Bickle.

How many head of cattle
do you move in a good year?

Sixteen hundred?

Eighteen hundred at the most?

That's about it.

An association drover,

Mr. Favor, for instance,

last year he moved
upwards of 6000 head.

At 2 and a half percent, that
is a fairly comfortable income.

It sure is.

I assume you have no prejudices
against working for the association?

Do you honestly intend to
move another herd this fall?

Mr. Bickle, I am known as a
rather remorseless businessman.

However, I never stoop to small
tricks under any circumstances.

You haven't
answered my question.

Well, as a matter of fact, I'd be
happy to work for the association.

- But you see, sir, I...
- Good.

Perhaps you'd be good enough

to give me the benefit of
your professional opinion

regarding the unfortunate
loss of Mr. Favor's last herd.

Your answers may even
give me some insight

into your own
professional judgment.

Now, your herd was barely
in advance of Mr. Favor's.

You faced approximately
the same situation he faced.

Why didn't you turn your
drive into that shortcut?

Well, I...

I figured the odds were
against me getting through, I...

I'm not saying that
Favor was wrong,

but, sir, I wouldn't have
pushed my herd through there

for all the tea in China.

Now, let me get this straight,

you're planning on bringing
another herd through this year?

Precisely, Mr. Yates.

It's being formed
at this very moment.

Twenty-two hundred head.

And you're considering
three men as your trail boss.

Tom Bickle, Mr. Favor and me?

You recall what you told
me the last time we met,

about hoping to
work your way up?

Yeah. Yeah, I remember.

This may be a very rare
opportunity, Mr. Yates.

- Mr. Wishbone?
- What?

Ain't this what we
call eavesdropping?

No. Oh, yeah.

Well, you ain't supposed to.

Will you shut up?

As bad as I want
a herd of my own,

I don't plan on running
down Mr. Favor just to get it.

All I want is the
truth. Good or bad.

I've worked for Gil
Favor a long time.

As far as I'm concerned,
he's a top trail boss

all the way down the line.

Then you feel he was right
turning into the Devil's Patch Quilt?

Mr. Teisner, I'm
just his ramrod.

I'm supposed to do a job,

not pass judgment on
whether he was right or wrong.

You would have made
the same choice he's made?

Well, I didn't say that.

What if you had been
trail boss, Mr. Yates?

Would you have
taken that shortcut

knowing how risky it is, how
dangerous it is this time of year?

Mr. Teisner,

a lot of things happened up
there. It was kind of confusing.

We might have even made it if it
hadn't been for a number of things.

Did you, by any chance,
voice an opinion to Mr. Favor

concerning the advisability of
taking the shortcut in the first place?

- Yeah.
- What opinion?

Well, I'm afraid that's
between Mr. Favor and me.

And circumstances have
proven you right, haven't they?

Yeah. But I'm wrong
a lot of the time.

Thank you, Mr. Yates.

I'll let you know what I
decide by the end of the day.

What's that all about?

Hmm?

Nothing. Nothing that
concerns you and me.

Miss Katherine, did you have
any difficulty getting what I wanted?

Oh, no, sir.

When I told Mr. Clayton it was
for you, he was most cooperative.

Thank you.

It would appear your suspicions
are not altogether groundless.

Mr. Favor's personal
draft for $500,

co-signed by Mr. Bickle.

I figured he was too friendly with
that independent to suit my taste.

Would have been worth a
considerable amount to Mr. Bickle

to guarantee that his herd
reached Great Bend first.

What do you think?

I think we lost a whole herd.

I think anybody'd been a fool to
turn into Patch Quilt this time of year.

And I think Gil Favor
is no man's fool.

That weapon of yours,

you certainly keep it
in magnificent condition.

It's a Navy special.

I think it is time that we
had a talk with Mr. Favor.

Mr. Teisner's ready to talk.

I don't like it.

No, sir, not one little bit.

Them association men,

they ain't exactly prone
to forgive and forget.

Hey, Mr. Bickle.

Yo Yo, I'll buy you a drink.

Okay.

Sit down.

Mr. Favor,

you cost the association

a considerable amount
of money, didn't you?

Yes, sir.

All right,

if you have any
excuses or explanations,

I'm anxious to hear them.

Well, as you already
know, Mr. Teisner,

the important thing seemed to be
to beat Tom Bickle into the railroad.

I'll just wander over there
and see what's going on.

- I'll tag along.
- No, you better not.

The boss might not want us both
pushing into his personal affairs.

It's difficult to believe
this could have happened

to a man of your
experience. Could it be...?

Come in, Mr. Yates.

Could it be, Mr. Favor,
that herd was as good as lost

the moment you turned
into Devil's Patch Quilt?

Well, if you wanna
put it that way,

you could say the herd
was as good as lost

the first day I took
it out on the trail.

Well, perhaps that's not
as improbable as it sounds.

What do you mean?

I have here your personal draft
co-signed by one Thomas Bickle.

What are you accusing
me of, anyway?

- Well, perhaps you'd like to explain.
- No.

Now, you get this straight.

I don't mind being accused
of making a bad mistake.

- Even an association man can do that.
- Mr. Favor...

I don't mind being
accused of stupidity.

You can fire me, you can try
to run me out of the territory.

But if you start spreading it around
that I was paid to lose that herd,

you are gonna make
me very unhappy.

Mr. Favor, you
didn't let me finish.

I have a telegram here.

It says, in effect,

that you have ample
funds in your bank account

to cover that personal draft.

I'm convinced there was no
collusion between Bickle and you.

Oh, you see, there was no real need
for your accusations or your anger.

However, it still leaves
us with our basic problem.

Was the loss of that herd
due to outright negligence?

Stupidity?

Or was it just one of those
unavoidable things that happen?

I still have two questions.

I'll answer them best I can.

Mr. Yates here
tells me that you said

quite forcibly, I believe,
that the drag was at fault.

That, through proper action,

the drag could have
saved most of the herd.

Is that correct?

Yes, sir. That's
what I said, all right.

But that's not the whole of it.

You see, at the time, to
see my whole herd go under,

I was more than a bit upset.

The truth of the matter is,

no one on the
Lord's green earth,

Mr. Yates or any man, could
have turned those beeves.

Second question:

Was there anyone to
blame except yourself?

No, sir. Absolutely
no one except myself.

That answers my question.

What's this?

That's a bank draft, Mr. Favor.

For $1500.

It should be enough for
you to pay up your crew

and to cover the initial
expenditures for this new drive,

if you can get a crew together.

Oh, um...

No objections, Dillman?

I think Mr. Teisner
knows what he's doing.

Yes.

This late in the season,
every day counts.

We need a ready-formed crew,

men who are used
to working together,

if they'll work for you again.

Where's the herd being
formed up? How many head?

Roughly 2200. The Lazy Bar
X, just outside of Victorville.

Frank Turley's place.

I'll need you there, full crew,
ready to move within five days.

Means you gotta
get started today.

Think you can raise a crew?

I don't know. But I'm
certainly gonna try.

- He'll get one.
- Rowdy, spread the word.

I want 20 men in front of the
stable at 6:00 ready to ride.

All my men are welcome. If any of
them can't make it or don't want to,

then any of Tom
Bickle's men will do.

And if Wishbone and
Mushy are interested,

we'll get a new chuck
wagon in Victorville.

- I'll be over at the bank cashing this.
- Oh, yeah.

I'll be right with you.

Well, Mr. Yates, I believe
you heard my decision.

Yeah, I think that
was a good one.

Except I have to admit
I'm a little confused.

Mr. Yates,

I raise trotters back East.

The best horse in my
stable is named Big Dan.

Two years ago, he lost a race that
he should have won hands down.

Cost me $1200.

But he hasn't lost a race since,

and he's made me
ten times that 1200.

Yeah, well, that's not
quite the same thing, is it?

I mean, that's gambling.

Listen, son,

every time a cattleman
turns around, he's gambling.

On whether to ship this
year and break even,

or hold off a year and
maybe make a big profit

or take a big loss.

He gambles on drought, flash
floods, thunderstorms, Indians,

just about anything
you can name.

But more than anything else,

he gambles on the man
who drives his herd for him.

Man or horse,

I want my money on
the best that's available.

Well, then, you knew all along
you were gonna use Mr. Favor, right?

No, Mr. Yates.

There's another way that a
horse and a man are alike.

They can both lose
something almost overnight.

Pride or confidence or integrity

or whatever it is
that it takes to win.

I didn't make up my
mind about Gil Favor

until a few minutes ago.

Now, if you are still
Mr. Favor's ramrod,

I imagine he's curious to find
out whether he can raise that crew.

Yeah.

Thanks, Mr. Teisner.

You told them?

- I told you I told them.
- Oh.

Well, what time is it, anyways?

Oh, I don't know. Can't be more
than a few minutes after, though.

Hey.

- Ah.
- Mm-hm.

Hey.

All right. You're late.

Let's get those bedrolls tied
on. Double-check your gear.

Mr. Jenson. JENSON: Huh?

- I found your hat for you.
- Oh, thanks.

One lousy night in town.

Besides, it's too late to bring
another herd through this year.

Well, don't worry about Mr. Favor.
He knows what he's doing.

All right, horse.

We're gonna be together
all the way to Victorville.

Now, if you're good
to me, I'll turn you loose

when I get my new chuck wagon.

All right, let's stop milling
around and mount up.

Better get them as far
out of town as we can

before they change their minds
tonight and decide to ride back in.

Hey, boss.

Yeah. Yup, take your
feet up. Now, come on.

Now, what in the
ever-loving would that be?

That extra hand I
was telling you about.

I can sure vouch for him.

Do you think he's sober
enough to even ride out of town?

Well, I admit he's a
two-bit handy on the ground,

but once we get him on
the fork saddle, he'll do.

All right, piece him together.
Pitch him in the saddle.

Come on.

Well, gonna grab
yourself a handful of horse?

- Not this time, Gil.
- Mr. Favor.

I have one more question.

Just out of
curiosity, Mr. Favor.

Yes, sir, what's that?

What if you reach Devil's
Patch Quilt with this new herd

and find yourself in the
same position as last time?

What do you think you'll do?

One thing's certainly sure,

if those clouds are hanging
low over the hills again,

I'm gonna sit there and think
about it for a good five minutes more.

And then?

Then... Then I just may try
to push them through again.

Well, you ain't gonna get nothing done
sitting around here like that. Let's go.

Head them up!

Move them out!