Original subtitles

Hyah!

(whip cracks)

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Keep movin', movin', movin' ♪

♪ Though they're disapprovin' ♪

♪ Keep them dogies movin' ♪

♪ Rawhide! ♪

♪ Don't try To understand 'em ♪

♪ Just rope, 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 ♪

♪ Let 'em out, ride 'em in Ride 'em in, let 'em out ♪

♪ Cut 'em out Ride 'em in ♪

♪ Rawhide! ♪

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

Hyah!

(whip cracks)

Hyah!

(whip cracks)

♪ Rawhide! ♪

Hyah!

(whip cracks)

(whip cracks)

(majestic theme playing)

WISHBONE (voice-over): The way I heard it, it was some French fellow

named Napoleon, said, "An army marches on its belly."

Well, I don't know much about armies,

but I mighty well know that's true about trail drives.

The beeves eat what they can.

But the drovers are a little more particular.

So one day I'll cook 'em

pig vest with buttons.

That's salt pork and beans.

Next day, they'll get Kansas City fish.

That's salt pork...

with brown berries, and that's beans.

Day after that, they're liable to get sowbelly.

That's salt pork.

This time, with prairie strawberries.

And that's beans.

So the fourth day, I stay outta sight.

My name's Wishbone, feeder of the Gil Favor outfit.

Mm, yeah.

Thank you, Mushy.

Ain't you got nothing to do

but stare at the back of my head?

Well, noon camp's about over, Mr. Wishbone.

All the men are finished eatin'.

That ain't gonna keep 'em from being hungry again

at suppertime.

Then we got to feed 'em all over again.

After that, it'll be breakfast,

and then another noon camp.

I tell you, Mushy, there's gotta be a stop to this.

Somebody's got to feed the hands.

Don't have to be me!

Say, Wish...

I hate to complain...

No, but you will.

Well, the coffee you've been brewing lately

has been a little bit strong.

I swear, I bent a couple of spoons

trying to stir it.

That's the way I make coffee.

And we've had salt pork and beans six days running.

Don't you think maybe we ought to have a change?

No.

Mushy,

what's the matter with him?

I don't know, Mr. Favor.

He didn't even bother to shave this morning.

How can you tell?

(light-hearted theme playing)

(clears throat)

I, uh...

noticed you didn't have your coffee.

Um, I brung you some.

You think I'm gonna drink that stuff?

I'm tryin' to save what little stomach lining

I got left.

(melancholy theme playing)

Quince, I'm gettin' old.

(scoffs)

Well, we all are.

Not as fast as me!

I tell you, I can't remember

how many of these trail drives I've been on.

Nor even how many trails.

The Goodnight-Loving, the Comstock, the Chisolm,

and now the Sedalia.

And I couldn't tell you the difference

between any of 'em.

Quince, there's gotta be a time

when a man quits these drives, and settles down someplace.

There's just one thing wrong with that, Wishbone.

What's that?

You wouldn't be happy doing anything else.

I ain't so sure.

I ain't so sure at all!

(upbeat theme playing)

(groans)

You maybe... You don't know it,

but you've just ruined my back!

I couldn't help it, Mr. Wishbone.

You know as much about drivin'

as you do about cookin'!

That all adds up to nothing!

Give me them lines!

Change over, there!

Ho.

Hey, Pete!

Come on over here!

Somethin' wrong?

How about this canyon?

Curves on around them mountains, don't it?

What about it?

See that road?

Yeah.

Looks like a shortcut to me.

I figure I go that way, I'll be at night camp

in half the time.

Are you just guessin'?

Well, I'm gonna go that way anyway.

Now wait a minute, Wishbone!

You can't go... Maybe you don't know it,

but I got a real bad misery in my back.

Well, maybe you ought to try driving standing up,

for a change.

Oh, you like salt pork real good, don't you, Pete?

Don't you threaten me!

(groans)

That bad, huh?

Well, go ahead and try that road.

Don't get lost, huh?

(scoffs): Huh.

Me, a mountain man for 20 years,

and I'm gonna get lost?

Hey, get out!

(upbeat theme playing)

Hey, boss.

Wishbone's actin' up again.

Now what?

Oh, you know how unhappy he's been lately.

Oh, what's he done now?

He took that road up there.

There's a shortcut across the hills.

It's because he got a sore back.

Ah, let him have his way, Pete.

Don't know what he's runnin' into up there.

It might lead him into a cliff.

Ah, no such luck.

He'd just have to turn around and come back then.

Giddap!

(upbeat theme playing)

Whoa.

What's that thing say?

MUSHY: I don't know, Mr. Wishbone.

Sounds like a mining town.

Most likely, seven shacks and a hole in the ground.

You ever been there?

Oh, shut up!

Go on!

(upbeat theme playing)

Hey, look!

(ominous theme playing)

Ain't enough room for two wagons

to pass on this stretch, Mr. Wishbone.

Well, they'll have to back up, then.

MAN: Whoa.

Well, you ain't got more than a mile to back up.

Who's backin' up?

You're backin' up.

I ain't backin' up

for nobody or nothin', mister.

You're backin' up for me.

I got ten wagons behind me.

Oh, stop braggin'!

Ain't you got somethin' to say?

I ain't got nothin' to say.

I'm the cook's louse.

Yeah, I can believe it too.

Can't you, Mr. Detrick?

All right, Yuber.

You don't have to back up if you don't feel like it.

His, uh...

His horses, they look real tired.

You heard what he said, boys:

the horses are tired.

(chains rattling)

Well, I'm a man whose temper ain't easy to rouse.

But you keep your hands off of that harness!

(menacing theme playing)

You want a try?

Now, all right, boys. Down outta there.

Well, now, why don't you get down?

Why don't you try to make me?

All right. Stay there, then.

(tragic theme playing)

You all right?

Oh, I'm fine.

Rollin' down a cliff's the best cure for a bad back

ever invented.

(groans)

I ought to punch you right in the nose.

Well, why me?

'Cause you're the nearest one handy.

Can't raise my arm.

Oh, go look at the wagon!

Wagon box's busted.

That's all I can see, Mr. Wishbone.

Oh, that's all, is it?

Crew ain't never gonna let me live this down.

It hurt real bad?

I ain't been this bad

since that time I fell off the roof

in Ft. Worth.

(huffs)

Well, you just gonna let me sit here?

(groans)

I need a doctor.

What are you lookin' for?

A doctor.

Oh, well, they ain't

growin' 'em on trees yet.

Maybe they got one in Iron City.

Get away!

(woeful theme playing)

(peaceful theme playing)

(indistinct chatter)

Mrs. Spencer, you're the best bartender

this side of St. Louis.

Oh, what's so special about

the other side of St. Louis?

(laughs)

Fill her up.

Mr. Grogan,

you've had enough.

Enough?

I've only had a couple.

You've had three.

And supposin' I want six?

You won't get them in this bar.

Ah, you know better than that, Grogan.

Whoever heard of a lady bartender?

Well, Mr. Detrick hired Mrs. Spencer, here.

You wanna discuss it with him?

(chuckles)

You know, Mrs. Spencer,

I got no complaints, but how come you know

so much about drinks?

The late Mr. Spencer used to tend bar.

We had an ideal marriage:

he always discussed his work with me.

Mm, I see.

Uh, Mrs. Spencer?

Could I have another drink?

Mr. Yuber...

you can.

(laughing): Thank you, ma'am.

You know, Mrs. Spencer... Mm?

When the miners get paid,

you gonna get a lot more business.

Only the ones that aren't married.

(laughs)

(light-hearted theme playing)

Uh, excuse me.

What for?

Are you a doctor?

Do I look like one?

No.

What'll you have, son?

Oh, a doctor, ma'am.

Aren't you feeling well?

No, it's Mr. Wishbone.

Mr. Wish-what?

Wishbone.

He's hurt real bad.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

Well, you take him right to my place next door.

Go out the door, turn to the right

and go upstairs.

And tell him to wait.

Well, Mr. Wishbone ain't the waitin' type, ma'am.

He's been sittin' outside quite a while.

I'll be there in a few minutes.

Well, he was sittin' outside.

(gasps)

Oh, the poor man.

Gotta go upstairs next door.

Ooh.

I don't have to go nowhere

till I hear what that Jasper's

got to say.

Here you are, Mr. Detrick.

The books are balanced.

Well...

News ain't bad, folks.

(crowd murmuring)

Ain't good, but...

ain't bad.

So...

the way it works out,

each one of you miners gets $23 for his share of the ore.

Twenty-three dollars?!

Why, that don't hardly pay for the groceries.

Well, you...

always got credit here at the emporium.

We already owe too much!

The more we been workin', the less money

we've been makin'.

DETRICK: You question

Mr. Dimity's figures?

Well, uh, I ain't questioning nobody's figures,

but I'd like to know why we ain't getti"

as much as we used to.

Well...

ore ain't fetchin' as much as it, uh, used to.

I've been hurt as bad as anybody.

You don't look to me

like you're sufferin' much.

You.

I can't...

What do you know about ore?

Nothin'.

Except if you say the price is goin' down,

I say it's goin' up.

That's about the same as callin' me a liar, ain't it?

You're brighter than I thought you was.

Noah.

He's not a well man.

I feel fine.

(groans)

You'd better come along with me...

Oh.

Who's she? She's the bartender.

I told her all about you.

I told you to get me a doctor,

not a barten... I can help you, Mr. Wishbone.

Well, Sarah, get back to your bartendin'.

Well, what right have you got

orderin' her around?

She's my fiancée.

That's what right I got.

Oh, the poor woman.

We ain't been properly introduced, ma'am.

I'm Mrs. Spencer.

How do you do?

A pleasure, Mr. Wishbone.

Oh, stop mixin' with the riffraff.

Riffraff?!

And me responsible for 25 men

and 3,000 head of cattle?

You are?

You're mighty well told I am.

Now, what's all this

got to do with the price of beans?

Should I throw him out, Mr. Detrick?

I ain't got nothin' to do with the price of beans,

but it might have a lot to do

with the price of ore.

The way I heard it in San Antonio,

the price is goin' up all the time.

Course, uh, you can prove

what you just said?

Well...

Yeah, I might just at that.

Mushy,

take that paper out of my hat.

Now open it up.

San Antonio Daily Gazette.

It makes my hat fit better.

Now give it to one of them miners.

"Railroad construction

raises prices of iron ore."

(coughs)

(all chattering excitedly)

(laughs): Well...

Well, I... I didn't say that, uh...

That prices hadn't gone any higher.

I...

I said that prices wasn't the same as they used to be.

I... My expenses are goin' higher too.

That much higher, Mr. Detrick?

Well... Ha, ha.

Ah... Heh, heh, heh.

Dimity!

Uh, y-yes, yes, Mr. Detrick, uh...

I, uh, guess I was in too much of a hurry

when I balanced the books.

Uh... Oh, yes, yes.

It should be $43 a share.

(all concurring)

Well.

All right, Mushy,

put the paper back in my hat.

We sure do thank you, mister. Ow!

We're obliged.

(yelling)

(cheerful theme playing)

(coughs)

What are you trying to do,

poison me?

Well, it's just smelling salts,

that's all.

Smelling salts!

What do you think I am, a woman?

With that beard?

(coughs)

What am I doin' here?

Well, some of the miners carried you upstairs.

Well, why am I lyin' in bed

the middle of the day?

Well, it's evening, and you're not a well man.

Ha!

(groans)

I'm not a well man.

We've got to do something about this arm of yours.

Now wait a minute, you're not a doctor!

Well, I was a nurse during the war.

Well, the war's over.

What are you tryin' to do, twist it off?

(bone cracks) Oh!

(breathing heavily)

Now...

see if you can move your arm.

I can't move my arm. My...

Huh. I can move my arm.

Well, I'll be... Uh-uh-uh.

Language, Mr. Wishbone.

Sorry, ma'am.

Well, what are you doing standin' there?

You want me to sit down?

I told you to get me a doctor.

Well, she fixed your arm, didn't she?

She didn't fix my back!

Well, I wouldn't worry about that.

Well, of course you wouldn't.

It's my back.

(door opens)

What's that?

A bathtub! Who for?

You. What month's this?

Is that all, Mrs. Spencer?

I think so, Mr. Logan.

Is there anything else you want?

All I want is to get outta here!

(sighs): You can go along now.

Sure.

Now, the best thing for your back is a hot bath.

Now you get right into that bathtub.

(fussing)

Now you get outta here!

(sighs)

(light-hearted theme playing)

Shut up!

I ain't said nothing.

No, but you were goin' to.

Go on back to the herd and tell Mr. Favor

what happened.

Show him where the chuck wagon is.

Yes, sir, Mr. Wishbone.

I'll catch up as soon as

my back's better.

Sarah, I don't want any more of this foolishness.

What do you want?

(sighs)

Now, when are you coming back to the emporium?

I'm not.

You mean that

I gotta go find myself

another bartender?

You also have to find yourself

another fiancée, Mr. Detrick.

Oh, you ain't serious about this, Sarah?

My name is Mrs. Spencer.

Well, at least you could tell me why!

You're not an honest man.

Cheatin' those miners the way you did.

I did... I did it for you!

I... I did it so I could build you

the biggest, fanciest house in town

when we got married.

I don't want the biggest

or fanciest house in town.

Well, what do you want?

That... The whiskered little idiot upstairs?

(huffs) Goodbye, Mr. Detrick.

Look...

if he ain't out of town in 24 hours...

(tisks) I'll...

I'll kill him!

(gentle theme playing)

Oh, now you get outta here!

Mr. Wishbone,

I was a nurse.

Well, you ain't now!

I'm a widow.

Well, I ain't!

Mr. Wishbone,

I've got to massage your back.

Now, you stay away from me!

Or so help me, I'll... I'll...

I'll drown myself!

Now, I mean it!

Don't you come any closer!

I'm gonna be...

More coffee, Mr. Wishbone?

Don't mind if I do.

You know somethin', Mrs. Spencer?

I don't remember when I've had better spoon bread.

Now don't start trying to flatter me.

Oh, I mean it.

Well, that's the best breakfast

I ever had.

Well...

it's none of my business, Mr. Wishbone,

but don't tell me when you're out on the trail

driving all those cattle,

they don't give you a good breakfast.

Uh... not exactly.

Well, I don't know how you stand it.

I been kinda wonderin' that myself.

I guess I'd better be thinking about

getting back to that herd.

I'm an awful lot better, thanks to you.

Well, your back ought to rest

a few days longer.

Do you think so?

Oh, I certainly do.

You've been working too hard.

Well, that's right.

And probably they don't even appreciate it.

Well, you're mighty well told that's right!

Well, why don't you go in and rest a while.

I'll clean up the dishes.

Uh...

Where did you get this?

Oh, my late husband took it in trade

from a drunken drover who...

Well, some of 'em do drink, Mr. Wishbone.

Eh, I wouldn't be surprised.

It sure is a beautiful stove, though.

Oh! You like your little joke, don't you?!

No, I mean it.

Why, it's the most beautiful stove

I ever seen.

That's the kind of stove a man dreams about.

Well, I suppose so.

I guess I just never appreciated...

..the other stove

my late husband gave me as a wedding present.

I guess it's the sentiment makes the difference.

Wedding present.

(quiet theme playing)

I don't suppose you want me

smokin' in the parlor.

Oh, don't be silly!

I love the smell of tobacco.

I must've took a longer nap than I thought.

Why, 3:30 it says.

(laughs): Oh.

That's been 3:30 ever since

the late Mr. Spencer passed on.

There hasn't been anybody in town

since then that could fix it.

Well...

maybe things have changed.

What do you mean, Mr. Wishbone?

Well, I mean, if I had a mind to,

I think I could fix that clock.

Would you?

Sure.

Mr. Wishbone,

be careful, your back!

Let me help you.

WOMAN 1: There he is. WOMAN 2: Oh, good.

I'm sorry, ladies. We're closed.

(women groan)

But we're nearly out of supplies.

And I'm sorry.

(women groan)

Mr. Detrick. Now.

Do you realize how much money you're losing

every minute you remain closed?

Ah, I can afford it.

It'll ruin the books.

It'll ruin them miners first.

That'll teach 'em not to listen

to every stranger comes into town

with a lot of...

Information about the real price

of iron ore?

Well...

Wait till their bellies start stickin'

to their backbones.

They'll stop worrying about any price,

except the price I offer 'em.

And they'll be glad to get that.

That's right, Mr. Detrick. Yeah.

Mr. Detrick?

Has it occurred to you

that if the miners get desperate enough,

they might start haulin' the ore themselves?

No, they...

They ain't got the wagon for it.

Besides, none of 'em got the brains

to think of a thing like that.

I did.

Well...

Mr. Wishbone might.

Never mention his name again!

Yes, sir. I-I mean, no, sir.

Yuber. Yes.

Go down to the mine and tell the boys

I'm shuttin' down the bar.

Yes, sir, Mr. Detrick.

That ought to shake 'em up!

(laughing)

(guffaws)

(ticking)

(door opens)

(clattering)

Mr. Wishbone?

In here, Mrs. Spencer.

What on Earth are you doing

in the kitchen, Mr. Wishbone?

Just... cookin' us up a little supper!

You shouldn't be cooking.

Well, let's not say anything

about that till after you taste it.

Isn't there... a little too much?

Ooh! Well, no ma'am.

Well, that's just a little light soup,

with thimble-sized cornmeal dumplings...

You didn't have any clams,

'cause I could have made you a chowder.

Uh... there I got drop biscuits fryin'...

Might've been better if I'd had

a sourdough keg, but, oh, well.

And that's the goulash.

The what? The goulash.

Uh, beef, salt-pork cracklings, uh...

onions, carrots, peas, peppercorn, pars...

No, I couldn't find any parsley.

Oh, I'm sorry. Well, that's all right.

It'll probably turn out fine anyway.

Uh, that's not too much for supper, is it?

Oh, well, I... I meant the portions.

Oh, well, yeah, it is kind of a lot,

isn't it?

I don't know any recipes for less than 25 men.

Twenty...? Uh, I thought

maybe we both might be hungry tonight.

Oh. (knocking on door)

Oh. Excuse me.

(peaceful theme playing)

We hate crowdin' in on you like this, Mrs. Spencer,

but we've just got to see Mr. Wishbone.

Well, um, he's kind of busy now,

but you're welcome to come in.

Thanks.

We need help, and, well,

Mr. Wishbone gave us such good advice before...

Maybe we'd have been better off without it.

And without him.

MAN 1: Amy, it ain't Mr. Wishbone's fault.

What ain't my fault?

Detrick's closed the emporium down.

He said he ain't gonna sell us no more supplies.

Well, just go on down to the next town

and get your supplies.

Probably be a lot cheaper.

It ain't only that.

He's refusin' to take our ore to market anymore.

He's bluffing.

MAN 2: I don't think so.

He's... He's pretty mad.

WISHBONE: Well, what's he want?

He wants you run out of town.

Just 'cause I showed him up for a crook?!

Well, that... That ain't the only reason.

What's the other reason?

I, uh... I told him I wasn't gonna marry him.

Well, that ain't got anything to do with me.

Has it?

Well, like I was sayin'...

Detrick's bluffing.

If he closes down that emporium,

he ain't gonna make any money

on them supplies.

And if he don't haul the ore,

what's he gonna do with all them

freight wagons of his?

(townspeople murmuring)

Oh, and don't forget:

He's got all them men of his to pay.

Now, he's got good money invested in them supplies.

If he holds onto 'em too long,

they'll spoil on him.

No, sir. All you gotta do is just stand firm.

Detrick will come around begging you

to do business with him.

He's right.

MAN 1: Makes sense.

Meanwhile, what are we going to do about supper?

(upbeat theme playing)

Well, it just so happens

there's supper here enough for everybody.

If you wouldn't mind having them.

I wouldn't mind at all, Mr. Wishbone.

(chuckles)

Well, come on in, everybody.

(serious theme playing)

Half the miners in town are over at Mrs. Spencer's house.

Yellin' for Wishbone's hide, huh?

He is cookin' in Mrs. Spencer's parlor.

Mr. Detrick,

how about me and some of the boys

going over there and spoilin' their appetites?

That's a good ide...

No.

I wouldn't wanna upset Sarah that much.

Well, the 24 hours you gave him to get outta town

are almost up.

They were up exactly

two hours and 14 minutes ago.

Well, stop pushin' me!

This is an affair of the heart, Yuber.

Now, when dealing with affairs of the heart,

you don't just settle 'em like that:

You understand what I mean?

Yes, sir.

Get him a drink.

(melancholy theme playing)

(sighs) (liquid pouring into glass)

I don't think he really understands.

Good night.

I never would have believed a man could cook so good.

Mm, that goulash especially, Mr. Wishbone.

I'd give anything for the recipe.

Well, I could be talked into partin' with it.

(woman chuckles) WISHBONE: Good night.

Good night, Mrs. Spencer, and thank you.

Good night.

You're sure gonna miss that Mr. Wishbone

when he goes back to the drive.

If he goes back.

Sarah, you ain't meaning...?

Well...

I suppose if he cut those whiskers off,

he wouldn't be a bad-looking man.

I like his whiskers.

It's just a matter of taste, Sarah.

Does he know he ain't goin' back?

Not yet.

(snickers)

Good night, Mr. Wishbone. Good night.

It's getting late, Amy.

I sure hope that ain't the last supper

you're gonna cook for us, Mr. Wishbone.

Good night, Mrs. Spencer.

MRS. SPENCER: Good night.

Good night.

Sure are nice people.

They're wonderful neighbors.

(peaceful theme playing)

A man don't get much chance

to be friendly with neighbors

on a cattle drive.

Well, I suppose there are other things more important.

Well, I don't know.

The years start to add up on you,

and you begin to wonder.

What were you wondering about, Mr. Wishbone?

Well, if it ain't time to settle down.

Sink roots.

Make friends.

Well, I can't say as to that, Mr. Wishbone,

but if a man wants to decide

that's what he wanted,

I can't think of a nicer place

than Iron City.

I... wouldn't be surprised what you're right.

Why don't you sit down and rest that back of yours?

Smoke your pipe, and I'll clean up the dishes.

You really didn't need to help me.

Oh, uh...

I enjoyed it.

That sure is a beautiful stove.

Uh...

supposin' a man was to come along and...

well, decide to settle down in Iron City.

What would he do if he ain't a miner?

Well...

he wouldn't have to be.

Not if he could cook as good as you do.

Cook as good as I can?

I wasn't talkin' about me, was I?

Weren't you?

I was.

Well, most of the miners are single.

If somebody was to open a good restaurant in Iron City,

they'd be eating there every night

and twice on Sundays.

Well, that's a good idea.

Oh, but...

I ain't even got a stove to cook on.

I could give you mine.

Oh, but I'd still need money for furnishings,

and stockin' provisions

and stuff like that.

Well, I've got a little saved up, Mr. Wishbone.

Well, I couldn't use your money.

Unless I was married to you or somethin'.

I can't answer that, Mr. Wishbone.

Oh, you can't.

You haven't asked me yet.

Oh, well, I mighty well am, Mrs. Spencer.

Oh, I'd be very happy to marry you, Mr. Wishbone.

I guess you're gonna have to get used to

callin' me by my first name.

What is it?

Well, I got two of 'em:

George Washington.

Mm.

(romantic theme playing)

(dreary theme playing)

More coffee, Mr. Favor?

No! Thanks.

How long is it gonna take

for Wishbone's back to get better?

I don't know, Mr. Favor.

Last I seen of him, he was getting ready

to take a hot bath.

Well, he must be out of it by now.

Well, he'll be back in a couple of days.

I don't know. Mr. Wishbone's been talking

about quitting the driving. Settlin' down.

He's been talkin' like that for the last ten years.

And now with that widow woman takin' care of him like that...

Widow...?

What widow woman?! Mrs. Spencer.

She's the one that's givin' him the hot bath.

Oh, no.

Maybe you'd better see if the men want

any more coffee.

Pete... Hey, I know, I know.

I shouldn't have let him take the shortcut back.

Well, how was I to know there was a widow woman

waitin' in them mountains? All right.

I guess now we better start

worryin' about whether we'll live long enough

till Mushy learns how to cook.

(pleasant theme playing)

Oh, let me help you.

Oh, oughtn't you to be in the kitchen, Mr. Wishbone?

Oh, when I set food out to cook,

it's got to fend for itself.

Oh! I filled that one.

It's exciting, isn't it?

I just love the name you picked for the restaurant:

Cafe de Iron City. Heh.

Shows you must have traveled a lot.

Well, I been around.

Who'd have believed just a week ago

you'd be setting up your own place?

I can hardly believe it now.

You are happy about it, aren't you?

Well, sure. Sure I am.

Mrs. Spencer?

Mr. Wishbone, I picked up all your gear from camp

and dropped it off at Mrs. Spencer's house.

Oh, fine.

Uh...

You saw Mr. Favor and told him I was quitting?

Yeah. Well, how'd he take it?

Pretty broke up, huh? Well, all he said was

if that's what you want, it's all right with him.

Well, uh, he must've been hidin'

his real feelings.

Uh, how about the others?

They carry on any? Not that I noticed.

And they gave you my gear without any trouble?

Yeah. As soon as I asked for it.

Well...

thanks.

(melancholy theme playing)

(spirited theme playing)

Well, good evening, Mr. Hall.

Evening, ma'am.

(sighs)

What are you doing here, Noah Detrick?

Why, uh, me and the boys

just, uh, come over for some supper.

That's not the real reason.

Why did you come?

I told you.

Well, it's early.

We're not serving yet.

Oh. We, uh...

We don't mind waitin', Sarah.

Mrs. Spencer, if you please.

Say, where's the, uh...?

The man cook?

I ain't never seen a man cook before.

(laughing)

(laughs)

Well, you're seein' one now!

I told them we weren't serving yet.

We not only ain't servin' yet,

we ain't servin' you at all!

Why not? Our money's as good as anybody else's.

You ain't haulin' iron ore for the miners.

You ain't sellin' 'em supplies.

So you ain't eatin' here.

How'd you like to go back to the kitchen

and stake us a cream puff?

How'd you like a punch in the nose?

You lookin' for a fight?

You ain't big enough to give me one.

Well, as long as you're so anxious, why...

Oh, no.

No.

Grogan? GROGAN: Yeah?

You're about the same size as Wishbone.

I sure am, boss.

(Grogan crashing)

And don't ever send a boy on a man's errand.

Now put 'em up.

That was really the reason you came here, wasn't it?

You wanna know the real reason I came...?

Was to stop you from makin' a fool of yourself, Sarah.

Oh, jumpin' Jupiter!

My cream puffs are burnin'!

(laughs)

Well, come on in, everybody!

And find yourself a table.

Sarah, I sure do admire your new fiancé.

You know something, Mrs. Spencer?

I wouldn't be a bit surprised if this town didn't

elect Mr. Wishbone sheriff.

That is, if he stays around long enough.

"If he stays around long enough."

(quiet theme playing)

(cattle lowing)

(mooing)

(door closes)

(tender theme playing)

We did very well tonight, Mr. Wishbone.

Well, that idiot don't know how to handle beeves.

Well, you won't have to worry about things like that any more.

Ah, I guess not.

Mr. Wishbone...

are you going to miss being with the cattle drive?

Of course not.

The only interest I got in beeves now

is cookin' 'em.

Hm.

Well, you've had a hard day.

Why don't you try to get some sleep?

Yeah...

(hoofbeats)

(footsteps)

(door opens)

Sorry I come so late, Mr. Wishbone.

You know how it is on a drive. I sure do, Mushy!

Well, I'm glad to see you.

You are? I sure am.

Mr. Favor sent you, huh?

Well, I kinda thought he would.

Found out he couldn't do without me, huh?

Yes, sir. They can get along

without Wishbone for a day, two days...

maybe even a week.

But after that...

Everybody must be pretty sick

of your cookin' by now, huh?

Everybody likes my cookin'.

(scoffs)

That must be the first joke you ever made, Mushy.

I ain't jokin', Mr. Wishbone.

You mean everybody likes your cookin'?

Sure.

It just seems they don't have big appetites anymore.

(huffs)

Well, if everything's

so fine and dandy at the herd, why did you come here?

MUSHY: Well, I couldn't find some of your cookin' supplies,

so Mr. Favor sent me to ask you.

Find 'em yourself.

All right, Mr. Wishbone.

That's the way you want it, I'll be ridin' back.

Well, now, you don't have to hurry off.

Won't you stay the night?

What for?

Well, give me a chance.

Maybe by morning, I'll make up a list.

Might help you out.

Mr. Favor said to ride right back.

Now, you stay right here.

Now go on in there and sit down.

Now, don't forget. I got a lot of questions to ask you.

I was with that herd a long time.

Evening, Mrs. Spencer. Good evening.

Now... come on over here.

(sighs)

Well, how's grazin' been for the beeves?

Kinda skinny, Mr. Wishbone.

Mr. Favor says we gotta keep pushin' 'em.

Well... I think I'll take a little walk.

Huh?

I said I think I'll take a little walk.

Well, that's a fine idea, Mrs. Spencer.

Kinda scanty, huh?

Well, that's rough on the beeves.

Rougher on the men, come to think of it.

Now that's the time when you've gotta be

especially sure the men are well fed.

Yeah, I guess so.

Guess nothin'!

You know it: I'm telling you.

Yes, sir, Mr. Wishbone. (door closes)

(lonesome theme playing)

Sarah?

I mean... Mrs. Spencer.

What are you doing here?

So I kinda been hanging around

hopin' you'd come out so I could have a talk with you.

About what?

Sarah, I've been a fool.

That, you have.

I shouldn't have tried cheatin' them miners,

and I shouldn't have closed the emporium,

but I didn't know what I was doing.

Why didn't you?

'Cause I was mad.

No.

I was...

'Cause I was jealous.

Mr. Detrick!

Are you telling me...? Sarah, I got...

I got strong feelings for you.

(romantic theme playing)

I, um...

I was thinking of taking a little walk.

Would you...?

Would you mind if I come along with you?

No.

(romantic theme swells)

Now, wasn't that a fine breakfast, Mushy?

Yes, sir. Except I ain't used to eating indoors.

Well, neither am I,

but ain't you glad I made you stay overnight?

I don't know what Mr. Favor's gonna say

when I get back.

Well, don't you worry about him.

He gives you any trouble, I'll tell him off

good and proper.

But, Mr. Wishbone, you ain't goin' back with me.

Well, I forgot.

I guess I ain't.

Mr. Wishbone?

(tender theme playing)

You are going back.

I don't think I heard you right.

You heard me right.

Well, what about me marryin' you?

And what about me runnin' that cafe?

But, Mr. Wishbone,

you don't really want either one of those things.

Now, that ain't so.

I do wanna marry you.

And I wanna run that cafe.

I wanna settle down, and sink roots, and...

I wanna go back to the herd.

Well, what are you settin' there for?

Mrs. Spencer, I wanna tell you

how much I appreciate your understanding.

And...

well... if I was gonna get married,

you'd be the only one I'd wanna marry.

Thank you.

(rumbling)

What's goin' on?

(upbeat theme playing)

That stove is what

you really fell in love with, Mr. Wishbone.

Noah and I want you to have it.

Noah...?

Oh.

(laughs) (chuckles)

(energetic theme playing)

Head 'em up!

Move 'em out!

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Rollin', rollin' Rollin' ♪

♪ Keep rollin', rollin' Rollin' ♪

♪ Though the streams Are swollen ♪

♪ Keep them dogies rollin' ♪

♪ Rawhide! ♪

♪ Through rain and wind And weather ♪

♪ Hell-bent for leather ♪

♪ Wishin' my gal Was by my side ♪

♪ All the things I'm missin' ♪

♪ Good vittles Love and kissin' ♪

♪ Are 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 ♪

♪ Let 'em out, ride 'em in Ride 'em in, let 'em out ♪

♪ Cut 'em out Ride 'em in ♪

♪ Rawhide! ♪

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

Hyah!

(whip cracks)

Hyah!

(whip cracks)

♪ Rawhide! ♪

Hyah!

(whip cracks)

Hyah!

(whip cracks)

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪