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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 )

( sedate theme playing )

( cattle mooing )

( men whistling, yelling )

FAVOR: In those Easter newspapers,

they write about the lawlessness

of the West.

But they don't know what it really means

to live that way.

It means in time of trouble,

you've got no help but the quickness

of your own right hand.

No judge but your own good sense.

Especially on trail herd.

Most of the time you're a hundred miles

from anyone wearing a lawman's star.

So keeping order is up to me.

Name's Gil Favor, trail boss.

( upbeat theme playing )

Hey.

What are you so jumpy about?

Well, I'm not jumpy.

You just came up on my blind side, that's all.

Yeah?

You're, um...

Nye, ain't it?

Yeah, that's right. Andy Nye.

Can't keep you new men straight yet.

Well, it's only been a couple of days.

( exhales ) Why, the four of you,

all joinin' from the same town all at once.

Is it?

Yeah. Friends, I suppose, huh?

Yeah, more or less.

Where's the one I sent you out with?

Mac? Well, I was just lookin' for him.

How'd you get separated?

Well, he went up that draw there.

I-- I guess he thought he saw

a couple of strays or something.

I was hazin' those cattle over there.

Yeah, well, we ain't got all day.

Let's go get him.

Hey, Mac!

Guess Mac don't hear so good.

Oh, he hears all right.

Hey, wait a minute. Look.

Look over there. That's his horse.

ROWDY: Yeah. Maybe he got throwed

or hurt, or something.

No.

No, he's dead.

What do you mean, dead?

Look over there.

( ominous theme playing )

Hey, that must be the stray

he was goin' after.

What's that branded on the side?

M-U...

Murder?

Huh.

Come on.

Is he dead?

Yeah, he's dead.

Just like you said.

Been shot.

What I'd like to know

is how'd you know about it.

Now, where did that steer go?

He's just gone, that's all.

It always is.

What do you mean, "It always is."

What is this, anyway?

You and me had better go back to camp.

You got some explainin' to do.

( bird chirping )

FAVOR: And you didn't see anyone else?

ROWDY: Nope. No sign of anyone.

No tracks. Nothin'.

That doesn't say there was no one around

except Nye here.

FAVOR: You got anything to say, boy.

I didn't do it.

Well, maybe it could have been Indians passin' by.

We haven't seen hide nor hair of redskins

for a long time.

No sign.

Yeah, that's true.

They always leave a sign if they're about.

Yeah, and it could have been

a stray scout, a hunter.

Even a renegade white.

Well, why would he want to kill McAndrews?

He didn't even take anything anyway.

Yeah, an Indian would have took the horse.

Looks to me like it might have been

one of them grudge killings.

Someone that didn't like him.

That'd have to be somebody

knew him pretty well.

Better than any of us.

How about it, Andy?

You know anybody who didn't like him?

No, sir.

Or any reason to kill him.

No. No, I can't think of any.

All I know is that

he knew we were gonna find McAndrews dead

even before we spotted him.

How'd you know that?

Well, I-- I saw that steer.

Wanna hear more about that steer.

You sure you weren't seein' things?

I wasn't seein' things. I saw "murder"

was branded right across the side of it.

Madre de Dios.

The murder steer.

Now that's nothing but a legend.

Maybe so, but I saw it

with my own eyes.

And McAndrews is dead, legend or not.

HEY SOOS: Sí.

Wherever the murder steer is seen,

someone dies.

It is always so, all over the plains.

That's right.

We heard about it back in Talbot,

when Hey Soos and me went in for that flour and salt.

It showed up there a few weeks back.

And since then, three people have been murdered.

It's really got 'em spooked.

Sí.

Where it comes from, nobody knows where.

And disappears, nobody knows how.

But always, somebody is dead.

Nobody knows why.

Or who'll be next.

And now it's come here.

And you brought it with you, you Talbot men.

( tense theme playing )

McAndrews.

Dead.

Where were you two?

Riding drag, like you told us.

That's right, Mr. Favor,

they was.

You know anybody who'd want to

kill McAndrews or any reason?

No. I guess the murder steer

don't need no reason, Mr. Favor.

I don't believe in phantom steers killin' men.

Neither do you two.

Now, who do you think did it, and why?

I don't know.

Neither do I.

But you got an idea, haven't you?

Maybe I have.

Maybe you think there's gonna be more.

Maybe that too.

You'd better tell me all about it,

everything you know.

Like, for a start...

why you four men all left Talbot together

to join the herd.

Told you. We were

heading up north.

It wouldn't have anything to do

with the murders, would it?

I don't know anything about 'em.

And neither do you, do you?

But McAndrews was your friend.

Or was he?

Well...

least you're gonna help me bury him.

Get a shovel.

Don't know as I like it.

That murder steer around.

Who does?

Mr. Wishbone?

How did that murder steer get started?

Killin' folks?

It don't rightly do the killin'.

Leastwise not for the usual thing.

No, it's a...omen, I guess.

Got started down in the Pecos country

a while back.

Yeah, some jasper murdered an unarmed

crippled rancher tryin' to steal a steer off of him.

Saw the cripple's friends

tracked him down, killed him.

They got mad, and...

branded "murder" on a steer,

and...turned him loose on the prairie.

Now he roams all over.

Wherever he show up...

You think maybe we'll see him?

Oh, shut up.

( men grunting )

( tense theme playing )

Find anything?

Yeah, there's a steer up there all right.

And no phantom either.

But I lost his trail in the herd tracks.

Some wagon tracks over a ways too.

Oh, yeah? Not ours, huh?

Mm.

Well, I guess other wagons come through here now and then.

I guess.

You finished?

You want to say anything over him?

I guess not.

Suit yourselves.

( ominous theme playing )

I got his things for the sheriff.

Sheriff? What sheriff?

Well, the sheriff back in town.

But, uh...I think we ought to send for him.

Don't you? You think he'd come

all the way out here?

Probably not even in his county anymore.

Yeah, but boss-- Look...

I'm no lawman. Neither are you.

And we got a herd to worry about,

first of all.

You start gettin' mixed up

with sheriffs, we're liable to be here

till spring, waitin' for a trial.

Yeah, but one of these men liable

to be the killer.

Now you don't know that for sure.

Long as they keep their feelin' to themselves

and do their job, it's no business of mine.

Or yours.

And as far as we know,

he could have been hit

by a stray bullet. Just an accident.

Come on.

( tense theme playing )

( ominous theme playing )

( tense theme playing )

( cattle mooing )

( horse snorts )

ROWDY: Look, wagon tracks, and they're not ours.

I guess that explains the tracks you saw.

( horse snorts )

( horse whinnies )

Company, Mr. Favor.

Yes, sir. Right pretty company too.

We don't see many folks like you, ma'am,

out here on the trail. Thank you.

I'm Ab Carter, Mr. Favor,

and this is my wife, Callie.

How do you do, Mr. Favor?

Ma'am. This is an unexpected pleasure.

Oh, did you come in

over the hills there?

No, sir. We came

right along your trail, straight from Talbot.

Talbot too.

You must know some of these men.

Why, sure. That's...

Andy Nye there, ain't it?

Gus Price. And Adair.

Sure. Howdy, boys.

And did you know a man named McAndrews?

Hand with the Bar K outfit? Sure.

He here too? He was.

He's dead.

( ominous theme playing )

You don't mean that--

Not out here.

But we came here for protection.

To get away from that thing.

The murder steer? What else?

Half the town's leavin'. Runnin' away.

We figured if we could ride along with you

as far as the Arkansas settlements,

we'd be safe, but...now...

McAndrews.

Don't make sense.

How many men have been killed so far?

In town?

Let's see. Uh...three.

Now, four.

That's enough to start a panic.

It's that blamed steer.

It's got 'em scared sick.

There's no tellin'... where he'll show up next.

But to run away...

leave your home, all your belongings.

Well, that was

Callie's idea. ( small gasp )

You didn't require much persuasion, Ab.

Well, I guess not.

To tell the truth, it's only because

there's no rhyme nor reason to it.

It's-- Could be anyone, anytime,

anywhere.

Here, for instance.

And not just Talbot men either.

It could be one of us.

Ai, Dios mío.

Then you will let us ride along with you, Favor?

Just to humor a woman's weakness,

Mr. Favor.

Make yourself at home.

Thank you. Yeah.

Thanks, Mr. Favor. Thanks.

( sedate theme playing )

( thunder rumbles )

Looks like rain before mornin'.

Oh, might have a little shower.

Boss, you sure you know what you're doin'?

What would you do different?

Well, I think there's a murderer here.

Oh?

You know who it is?

Yeah. I think it's Andy Nye there.

Are you sure enough about that,

you want to sentence him to hang?

( sighs )

Well, uh...

no.

What about the murder steer then?

Yeah, that is a puzzle.

I'll look around in the morning.

Maybe there's more killin' by then, boss.

Oh, got you panicked too, Pete?

No.

We don't need all the strain.

You can send 'em packin'.

Oh, I could.

Do you think that'd stop the killin'?

Maybe any of us.

Yeah, but you said yourself,

there's bad marshy ground up ahead.

We need a local man to get us through

the bogs. And you said

Andy Nye was the best man.

Knows the country.

Yeah, I know, but we can get by

without him. Sure?

But then we'd never find out

about the murder steer.

Well, what are you trying to do,

play detective or something?

Oh, I don't think so.

But it'll show up sooner or later.

Yeah. Well, I hope when it does,

some of us are still alive.

( tense theme playing )

( men yelling )

( cattle mooing )

( men whistling )

What's wrong?

Looks like some bad weather coming up.

Wanna talk to Pete.

Yeah. Well, he's up in front with...

Nye and Adair. They're scoutin' bogs.

Yeah? You see the steer?

No. But I know how it disappeared.

Oh. How? It was led.

Horse tracks alongside of it.

Whoever did it was smart though.

They led it right into our herd tracks,

makin' it impossible to trail.

Well, I still think it was one of those men from Talbot.

Don't see how it could be.

Be pretty hard to manage that steer

without someone seein' him.

You don't think they had

anything to do with this, do you?

I didn't say that.

But if one of 'em's behind the murders,

he's got to have a partner on the outside,

workin' that steer around the herd.

Yeah. That wouldn't be hard to do,

scoutin' up in front.

There's Pete. Come on.

( men yelling, cattle mooing )

Where's Nye and Adair?

Just over that hill.

We split up lookin' for a way through them bogs.

You find anything?

Uh, nothin' that'll do us that much good.

What's the matter?

Look...

( ominous theme playing )

You sure weren't seein' things, Rowdy.

Let's go.

Where did he go?

Must have dropped down into that draw.

Come on. Wait a minute.

Down there.

( ominous theme playing )

( tense theme playing )

Ah.

It's Adair.

Is he dead?

Back of his head's caved in.

Must have been somebody he knew

to get up that close to him.

And it could have been his horse kicked him too.

Oh, sure.

It could've been the steer backed over him, huh?

Look...

FAVOR: Nye!

( snorts )

Oh, look, Mr. Favor,

I swear-- Save it.

Better let me have your gun.

( tense theme playing )

( slow, melancholy theme playing )

That steer could have been hidden

down in this draw easy enough.

Of course, uh, you didn't

see anything of it comin' this way,

I suppose? No.

But I wasn't payin' much attention.

Well, it couldn't have gone far.

We should be able to track it easy.

Not now. Herd's almost here.

Storm could break down on us.

Wanted to get the herd

through the bogs and onto high ground

afore night. But what about--

Herd comes first!

It'll have to wait.

( tense theme playing )

( cattle mooing )

Abner.

Get a hold on yourself.

Callie, maybe we've made a mistake.

Maybe we ought to go back.

Ah, there's no mistake.

And we'll go back when the time comes.

Well, what do you mean?

When it's safe, of course.

( thunder rumbling )

Nye. What is it?

They said they saw it.

Only two of you left.

You been ridin' drag?

Like you told me.

You better stay there.

Plenty of company. Be safer.

You ride up front with me.

Back to work.

( intense theme playing )

( men yelling, whistling )

( cattle mooing )

What's the matter?

You see somethin' up there, Jim?

See?

Nope.

It's funny. I thought for a minute--

What, the--?

Murder steer?

No, it's probably nothin'.

( ominous theme playing )

( tense theme playing )

Joe!

You all right?

I guess so.

They didn't get me yet.

WISHBONE: Come on, come on!

Giddyup! Come on.

Come on. giddyup!

Giddyup there!

Boy, are you tryin' or just standin' there?

Come on! Giddyup!

Giddyup! Come on.

( horse whinnies )

All right, all together now!

Come on! Giddap!

( horse whinnies )

Haul it up! Come on.

Come on.

Blast it.

Everything's goin' wrong.

Accidents all over the place.

Always do when you're in a hurry.

Or when the men are nervous and jumpy.

And whose fault's that?

What do you want me to do?

Get rid of 'em all.

All of them from Talbot.

Then we can relax again.

I'm afraid it's too late for that.

Come on, let's get movin'.

Hyah!

( horse whinnies )

( tense theme playing )

( cattle mooing )

This is not much of a bed ground.

It'll have to do.

Try and quiet 'em down.

Let's put 'em to bed, boys.

Nye.

( thunder rumbling )

It's about time you and me had a talk,

isn't it?

Well, it's just there's, uh,

nothing to talk about, Mr. Favor.

I-- I told you, I didn't

have anything to do with those-- I know.

You don't know who did it or why.

But you've got an idea.

It's only an idea. And not a very good one.

There's three dead men back in Talbot.

They were friends of yours too, weren't they?

Well, I-- I knew 'em.

It was more than that.

The three of them, Gus, Adair,

McAndrews and you were all in something

together, weren't you?

Isn't that why when they were killed,

you all left town so fast and together.

You're just guessing.

Pretty good guess, though, isn't it?

The seven of you had somethin' in common.

Otherwise, you wouldn't have been picked out

and pursued. Now, what was it?

Nothing. It-- It wasn't anything.

Look, boy.

There's only two of you left.

That means either Gus or you

is next on the list.

( tense theme playing )

Maybe.

Anyway, you-- You can't help.

Well, try me.

I can't. I--

I can't! I told you,

I don't know anything for sure.

Only two left.

It could also mean

one of the two of you is the killer.

No. No, we're both on that list.

I'm sure of that.

Uh, it's somebody else.

All right. Then who?

I don't know. It--

It could be anybody.

That's what's so frightening.

Ab Carter. He's from Talbot.

Or his-- His wife.

That isn't very likely, is it?

Isn't it? they're here.

I mean the woman.

Well, maybe...

Maybe she isn't everything you think she is.

I hadn't thought too much about what she is.

Except she is a little bit young

to be married to Carter.

He's rich.

That's the reason enough, isn't it?

I guess so.

Could it be that, uh...

you were a little sweet on her yourself?

Well, no more than

any of the other men in Talbot.

Anyway, that was a long time ago.

Before she was married?

Mr. Favor, I don't go around romancing married women.

Maybe some of the others did,

but not me.

Could that be what this is all about?

I don't know.

If that was her that day

with Sam Buck...

Sam Buck?

Yeah. He--

Now, listen, I--

I told you once, I don't know anything about it.

Now, don't ask me. Please,

just don't ask me!

Look, if you won't talk to me,

how can I help you?

Mr. Favor, all I'm asking...

is a chance to defend myself.

Now...please just

let me have my gun back.

( sighs )

Thanks.

( tense theme playing )

I see you gave him his gun back.

That's right.

Look, Mr. Favor, we've been talkin'.

And we figure this has gone on long enough.

That so?

You gotta do somethin', or...

we aim to.

What do you...

suggest I do?

I know what I'd do. I'd hang a jasper up.

Nye?

You're convinced he's the killer.

That's right, Mr. Favor.

So am I.

I don't need any more proof.

You don't, huh?

You've got all the evidence you need.

And you've elected yourself

judge and jury.

How 'bout you, Rowdy?

You part of this little group?

Well, uh...

no, I--

Well, I think he's guilty.

I think...

Think we ought to send him back to Talbot.

Oh, you're real good.

You want the law to do the dirty work.

Dirty work? He'd get a fair trial.

Oh, sure.

With these witnesses testifyin'?

Then send 'em all back to Talbot,

like I said.

The whole kit and caboodle of 'em.

Now, sir, I hope you don't think that

we-- my wife and I

--have anything to do with all this.

And who does, Mr. Carter?

CARTER: Well, now, it seems apparent...

much as I hate to think it,

for I always liked the boy--

But...he was seen

in the vicinity not once, but twice.

MUSHY: That's so, Mr. Favor.

And...now I come to think of it...

seems to me he was seen close by

one of the killings in town too,

if I'm not mistaken.

Are you?

No.

No, he's not.

I discovered one of them:

Jake Davis. The first.

I went to his room.

He was a friend of mine!

What about it, Mr. Favor?

We'll do the job. You say so.

Isn't that nice?

You want everybody in on your lynching.

Just because a man goes to visit a friend.

Because he comes ridin' over the wrong hill

at the wrong time...

you want to string him up?

You want to kill him out of fear?

Out of plain, stupid, superstitious fear.

Oh, I got a bunch to be proud of here.

How 'bout it, Teddy?

Are you proud of yourself?

Hey Soos?

Quince?

Wishbone?

Ain't you proud?

Now, get out of my sight. All of you!

Uh, look, boss-- You too!

Get out!

( tense theme playing )

Thanks.

Do the same for anyone.

Doesn't mean I believe you.

I don't know, boss.

Hope you're right about him,

and that nobody else dies.

That was very commendable, Mr. Favor.

What do you think, Mrs. Carter?

You think Andy Nye's the killer?

( scoffs )

How should I know? I only know what I've heard.

You knew him back in Talbot.

What did you think of him then?

Oh-- Oh, he seemed to be

a nice boy.

Boy? Mm-hm.

Can hardly be much younger than you.

Maybe you even knew him better

than the others.

Oh, I liked him, Mr. Favor, until

he got in with a bad crowd.

You mean the dead men?

Like Jake Davis.

Yes. Yes, they were part of it.

McAndrews? Adair? Gus Price?

Yes.

It was really too bad.

And Sam Buck?

Sam Buck? No.

No, he never had anything to do

with that crowd at all.

What made you think so?

Oh, just something somebody mentioned.

Tell me about this Sam Buck.

Who is he?

Sam Buck is dead...

Mr. Favor.

He was a young man who lived in Talbot.

But he was brutally murdered

some months ago.

You mean, before the murder steer showed up?

Yes.

At least two months.

You think there could be any connection?

I wouldn't know.

I suppose not.

What killed Sam Buck, Mrs. Carter?

They never found out.

One of the dead men, maybe?

Or Andy Nye?

I couldn't even guess.

But do you think he might have?

Do you think him capable?

( sighs ) I don't know.

He had a wild streak.

You never can tell for sure

what a person will do.

No, you can't, can you?

What does he say about me?

Nothin'. He didn't even talk about you.

Except to say that it...

could be anyone behind the murder steer.

Even a woman.

Me?

( laughs )

Bad crowd, huh?

Five of 'em dead.

Wonder why.

Can't you think of any reason,

Mrs. Carter?

I wouldn't know.

Something must have happened back in Talbot.

Something they were all connected with.

Like the murder of Sam Buck, maybe?

I lead a very sheltered life, Mr. Favor.

I rarely go to town.

I'm afraid I can't help you.

Seems nobody can.

Or will.

Mr. Favor...

why do you care?

It's no concern of yours.

Isn't it?

Two of my drovers are dead so far.

Well, if you don't think Andy Nye

is the killer, whom do you suspect?

Nobody.

Everybody. Even a woman.

There's somethin' I'd like to know, Mrs. Carter.

You're not a woman to be frightened

by much of anything.

Especially a ghost story.

Now, why did you bring

your husband all the way out here?

To keep him safe.

You're right. I'm not afraid, Mr. Favor.

I'm not afraid to die when my time comes.

But Abner...

he is.

You seem to be pretty sure

it isn't your time.

( scoffs ) What do you mean by that?

The murder steer doesn't strike down

women, looks like.

You think you have this all figured out,

don't you, Mr. Favor?

Well, I think you're wrong.

I think the murder steer

can strike at anyone.

Even a woman.

Even you...

Mr. Favor.

I shouldn't have said that.

We're your guests.

Why, no, Mrs. Carter. Not at all.

Thank you for the warning.

( tense theme playing )

( tense theme playing )

( cattle mooing )

( woman crying )

( woman screams )

What is it? What--? ( woman panting )

I didn't-- Mrs. Carter.

It's Abner.

( ominous theme playing )

Hands are bloody when I touched him--

What happened?

( panting ): I don't know.

Something woke me up.

I heard something. I--

I-- I looked outside.

I saw a...

A-- A m-man running away.

Could you see who it was?

( whimpers )

But then I saw it

in the moonlight.

A steer.

And I knew.

And-- And I reached... for him.

And I touched him.

Dead.

Somebody knifed him.

Anybody seen Andy Nye?

( whimpering )

You know I didn't do this one.

Yeah, but they'll never

believe it.

I gotta get out of here.

Are you with me?

Look, you think you're safe here.

Maybe we can run away

from the whole thing.

Yeah, yeah. Let's try anyway.

We'll grab a couple of those night horses.

Come on. Yeah.

You ever see it before, Pete?

No, I never did.

Horses.

Who's that?!

Maybe Nye and Price are takin' off.

Now you see how wrong you were.

I'll go after 'em. No.

Rowdy, you take charge of the herd.

I'll get 'em.

( sedate theme playing )

Whoa.

What, Andy?

We'd better look for someplace to hole up.

Why?

You think they aren't gonna follow us and find us?

Only chance is to find some hideout

for a couple of days, and let them pass on.

You check those rocks over there,

I'll look over here.

Ho.

( ominous theme playing )

Gus. Gus!

Gus!

Yeah? Look.

Look down there.

That means somebody's gonna die.

What do you mean? What are you talking about?

No.

No, Andy. No.

Gus, wait a minute. Wait-- No.

No. No.

Gus, wait a minute. Gus, are you crazy?!

No! No!

( tense theme playing )

( gunshot )

Gus!

Come on.

( ominous theme playing )

( gunshot )

( gunshot )

Mr. Favor, I--

Don't bother to say it.

Give me your gun.

( cocks gun ) Now, look...

I don't want to fight you.

But nobody's gonna hang me

for killings I didn't do.

Especially when the proof's runnin' away

down that draw. What proof?

The murder steer. And we can catch it.

If you help me get my horse.

( uncocks )

( uncocks )

( dramatic theme playing )

( horse snorts )

Hey, now, there are the tracks.

And look: here's one of the cartridges

from the shots that got Gus.

Feel it. Still warm.

They couldn't have gotten far.

Come on. ( uncocks )

( tense theme playing )

( gunshot )

Get down!

Quick!

He almost finished it right there.

He must be in those rocks

up above that thicket.

Look out!

Think I got him spotted.

Stay here and keep him busy,

while I circle around.

( tense theme playing )

( groans )

Do you know him?

Sure.

That's Hanson Buck,

Sam's kid brother.

I thought he was in California.

Seems he came back.

Hance.

Anyway...

I got all the rest of 'em but you...

Andy.

Hance.

( gasps )

Well, now maybe you'd better tell me

the whole story.

Startin' with Sam Buck's murder,

for instance.

Well, it was...

It was Jake Davis

who had the argument with Sam,

over a steer.

That steer.

It was Jake's, all right...

and we were friends of his,

so we...

He came over and asked us

if we'd go over to Sam's and help him get it back.

I didn't much want to go, but...

Go on.

Well, we...

We weren't expectin' any trouble, but...

Sam came out, and...

And he caught us.

And he had a gun.

So Jake had to shoot him...

in self-defense.

But I-- I didn't have any part in that, Mr. Favor.

I swear, I--

I wasn't even wearin' a gun.

What counts is you were there.

Now, who would have known that?

I don't know.

Somebody must have been in the house.

Hanson Buck?

No, he was in California.

Now, who?

Why wouldn't they report it

to the sheriff?

I don't know.

Unless they couldn't.

Unless...

Unless it was a woman.

Yeah. A married woman.

You could have told us,

but...now...

What'll they do to me?

If they believe you...

maybe six months in territorial prison

as accessory.

If they don't...

Don't try to make a run for it, Andy.

No.

No, I don't guess I could

ever outrun that anyway.

( ominous theme playing )

( intense theme playing )

( men whistling )

( cattle mooing )

What do you think?

I don't like the looks

of them bogs up ahead.

I wish we had Nye to help us get through there.

Yeah, well...

maybe we ought to wait for Mr. Favor.

I think we can make it.

We can try, anyhow.

( sighs )

All right.

Hey, look.

( tense theme playing )

Go on.

( yelling )

( murder steer wailing loudly )

Price. Dead.

Here, Hey Soos, take care of him.

Me, señor?

FAVOR: No phantom.

Don't worry. Just solid beef.

Caught him red-handed, huh?

You could say that.

( mouths ): But...

All right, let's get to it. Somebody get a rope.

ROWDY: Now, wait a minute.

We can't do that.

And why not?

I think we ought to take him

back to Talbot, boss.

And hold up the herd for maybe two, three days?

We'd be doin' him a good turn, Rowdy.

Mr. Favor.

It's up to you, men.

Now, look...

wait a minute, Mr. Favor.

Y-- You know the truth.

Do I?

I told you out there! Don't you believe me?

Men! Shake out your rope!

( tense theme playing )

They gonna let them hang him?

I don't know.

'Fraid I couldn't stop 'em now.

But then, maybe you might.

I might?

They might listen to a woman.

'Course then he'd have to tell his story.

What story?

Mm, about the murder steer.

About how someone's usin' that legend

to cover up the revenge killin'

of seven men.

That's no concern of mine.

His idea is it's a woman.

A pretty young woman

married to a rich old man.

A woman who couldn't speak up...

but who loved Sam Buck enough

to avenge his death

seven times over.

That's crazy.

That's what I told him.

Especially since one of the men

she was supposed to have killed was her own husband.

Nobody'd believe that.

I know.

You could get him to believe that

she didn't really love him.

You'd have a hard time convincin' them

that she did it just to avert suspicion

from herself.

You can't believe such things about me.

Now, you can't.

Oh, my idea is...

if it was you behind the killings,

you'd have had to have an accomplice.

Someone to manage the steer, do the actual killing.

Except, of course, your husband.

That's the only one you would have done

by your own hand.

Now, if we could find an accomplice,

they'd believe Andy.

Without one...

everything does point to him.

We're ready, Mr. Favor.

( tense theme playing )

Why don't you stop this?

Ms. Carter?

Got anything you want to say?

No.

How about you, Andy?

Got anything to say?

No.

No, not anymore.

Well, then...

that only leaves one more.

What was the name of that fella

we talked to out in the draw.

Well--

That was...

That was Hanson Buck.

FAVOR: Yeah, Hanson Buck.

I guess he's the only one left to testify.

You're still sure you've got nothing

to say.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Well, I guess he'll tell us.

Where is he?

We left him tied up out there.

When he tried to kill Andy,

he said somethin' about him bein' the last one.

Nobody'd believe him.

It's his word against mine.

You can't prove a thing. Not a thing.

Oh, I guess it does prove one thing, though.

It wasn't Andy Nye.

( cocks )

Don't try to stop me.

I'm no lawman.

( tense theme playing )

( wailing ) Cuidado. Cuidado.

Cuidado! Cuidado!

( screams )

( grim theme playing )

Right on the horn.

I'm not sorry.

You took him away from me.

The only man I ever loved.

( groaning )

( breathing heavily )

I'm gonna...die.

Tell me.

Could be.

I'm scared.

Just like Abner.

( sobs )

Well...

just as well, maybe.

If she'd called your bluff,

you wouldn't have been able to prove a thing,

what, with that fella already dead.

Sure glad you stopped us.

Oh, Nye.

You'd better get somethin' to eat.

No. No, thanks. I'm not hungry.

Keep up your strength.

You've gotta get us through the bogs.

Well...wait a minute.

What about goin' back to Talbot?

Goin' back to Talbot?

Way I see it, the case is finished.

You were wrong not speakin' up, but...

guess there isn't anybody else left to care.

Except you.

Besides, we're clean out of

Talbot County by now.

Sure. Ain't no law out here.

Yeah. No use draggin' the whole thing

up again.

TEDDY: And draggin' a dead woman's reputation in the dirt.

Yeah. Might as well let the people

remember her the way she was:

pretty and sweet.

Well, thanks, Mr.--

Save your breath and get us through the bogs.

Thanks.

Have some bread.

( man speaks indistinctly )

What a way to die, huh?

Another victim of the murder steer.

Yep. The last.

You cannot be sure of that, señor.

It has disappeared again, sí.

But it may return at any time.

Nope.

How can you be so sure?

You're eatin' it.

( playful theme playing )

( cattle mooing )

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' ♪