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)

(upbeat theme playing)

Ahh!

Ah.

(spits)

(grunts)

Whooh.

(spits)

Nothin' like a little lukewarm mud on a hot day.

Boy, it must be a hundred around here.

It's a scorcher, all right!

Tell me something, boss:

Don't you ever get sick of this business?

Oh, you bet.

(grunts)

You may as well be on the moon as out here.

Nothin' but cattle, and...

(soft tinkling music playing)

What's that?

Wait a minute.

Know what that is?

Well, I know what it sounds like.

Sounds like...

chandeliers and pretty women.

It's a music box!

I haven't heard one of those things since I was a kid.

(music box continues to play)

(playing music)

(in German accent): Get out!

This is a private thing.

We heard the music. Who are you?

Drovers. We got a herd about a mile back.

We're just checkin' trail.

Didn't mean to butt in on you.

Come on.

Oh. Oh, no, no. Wait.

Wait.

Please.

I forget. I have nobody to apologize for me now.

Uh... I bark at strangers.

My Frieda, she would have offered cakes and tea.

Like snow over a cannon, she softens me.

Anton Zwahlen. Favor. Gil Favor.

This is Rowdy Yates.

(speaking in German)

Eh, you...?

You like music, Herr Favor?

Very much so.

Minuet in G. Beethoven.

Is one of Frieda's favorites, so I...

I...

(music box stops playing)

The glare out here is terrible. It's not...

Well, where did you ever come across a music box

way out in this part of the country?

ZWAHLEN: I made it.

I make also clocks, watches. Repair them.

Guns.

I have been only two, three years in America,

from Zurich.

We thought the business might be better in your West,

but it...

It does not matter.

The grave.

I hope is not in the path of your herd.

Oh, we'll keep a good mile clear of it.

You are going north?

Sedalia, Missouri.

So are we!

Uh, Frieda feels...

So am I.

Listen, please.

I-I wonder if it might not be possible for us

to ride together for a while?

I could work.

I would oil your guns, clean them...?

Well, we don't usually take any passengers, Mr. Zwahlen.

Ah.

(laughing): Certainly.

(speaking in German)

It's just, I thought that...

if I could keep myself busy for a day or two...

It does not matter.

Is that your only wagon?

ZWAHLEN: Sure.

It's my only one. It...

(laughs)

I drove a little close to the stream.

It... It's in excellent state of repair.

Come. I show you.

You see for yourself, ah?

I have plenty food.

Well, gee, uh,

boss, this might be a chance I can get

that old Spencer rifle of mine repaired.

(sighs) Never has worked right.

Naturally, there would be no charge.

FAVOR: Couple of days, you say.

Ja.

Well, we travel slow,

but we travel steady,

and if you don't mind eati"

a pound or two of dust...

Danke. Danke, Herr Favor.

I'll go get our horses.

Danke.

I-is not in so deep to be able...

The horses do not seem to...

All right.

You pull 'em ahead when I holler.

Ja.

(steady theme playing)

All right, pull 'em out!

Ha!

Ha!

Ha!

Ha!

Ha! (horse whinnying)

Ha!

(horse whinnying)

Hold 'em up! Hold 'em up.

All right, try it again.

Ha!

(whinnying)

Ha!

Ha!

Ha! Ha!

(Favor yells)

(whinnying)

Are you hurt?

What is lost?

Uh, the wagon wheel clipped my foot a little.

Oh, I'm sorry, Herr Favor.

No harm done. Good.

Sure you're all right? I'll live.

Take him back to the herd.

Have him lined up behind Wishbone.

Tell Quince to bear over to the east, keep clear of the grave.

Well, what are you gonna do? I'll scout for some bed ground.

All right.

(tense theme playing)

Forte! Ha!

(speaking in German)

(peaceful theme playing)

I brought you some, uh, food, Mr., uh, Zwahlen.

Ah!

Danke.

Hey, uh...

makin' any headway here?

Mmm. Ja.

Ja. I think so.

Well, how do you mean, you think so?

May I ask what you have paid for this rifle?

Oh, well, I won it.

I drew to an inside straight.

(chuckles)

You lost.

Hm?

Oh. Oh, I, uh...

I only ended up with a couple deuces anyway.

I'll throw it away.

Oh, no, no, no. Nein.

It's a challenge.

(laughing): Whatever you say.

Did you get that coyote?

No.

That foot still achin' you?

Oh. I'm sorry I ever told you about that.

Come on over here and sit down.

What for? You don't look like no nurse to me.

Come on and sit down, before I knock you down.

All right.

Worse than a little kid.

Stubborn, and mule-headed...

(yells)

Go ahead.

Go ahead!

(Favor grunts)

You mean to tell me

you been goin' around all day

on a foot like that?

It's just a bruise.

Oh, sure.

Mushy! Yes, sir?

Get me some warm water

and that white shirt of mine.

Tear it up and bring it over here.

Well, yes, sir, Mr. Wishbone,

but what are you gonna say when you wanna wear it?

Did you hear what I said?

I'm on my way.

Wish, I think what you ought to do is douse that

in some cold water. Cold water, nothing.

What you do is take a hot rock, wrap it up in flannel...

WISHBONE: Now go on about your business, both of you.

Go on, all of you!

Beat it!

(grunts)

What did you do, give up?

Hm?

Oh! Nein.

Fixed.

Fixed?

Afraid I'm gonna have to open this up.

Excuse me.

This is not right.

When there is infection,

cutting may make the poison spread.

You should give it time to gather first.

Is that so?

You a doctor along with everything else, Mr. Zwahlen?

Not exactly.

I wanted one of my sons should attend medical school.

So I studied with him.

But this I know:

You wait 24 hours.

Mister, I been doctorin' this crew

ever since it was formed.

Herr Favor.

Well, Wishbone's done pretty good

by us so far, Mr. Zwahlen.

(sighs)

You are wrong.

(tense theme playing)

Hey, Rowdy, that ain't bad shootin'!

Look at this.

Look there. Hey, yeah.

Look at... Look what I do with this old Spencer rifle.

Well, I gotta go thank old man Zwahlen.

Say, Mr. Zwahlen,

I've just been tryin' out this rifle,

and I sure wanna thank you.

Works better, ja?

Oh, works like a million dollars.

Uh... I just, uh...

wanna know, maybe, if it wouldn't be too much bother,

you'd take a look at this gun of mine.

Oh, no bother at all.

Put it in the wagon.

Also the Spencer.

Oh, no. The Spencer works great.

It did not sound quite right.

A little adjustment, perhaps.

Put it in the wagon.

Uh... wonder if you'd mind taking a look

at this Colt of mine, while you're at it?

Of course, of course. Put it in the wagon.

Thank you.

How are you feeling?

(grunts)

Fine, thanks.

By tomorrow he'll be jumping around

like a spring flea.

Ha-ha. Sehr gut.

In the old country, whenever any of the Zwahlens were sick,

we would play him a little music

to take his mind from his troubles.

I thought perhaps if you...

All he needs now is some sleep!

That's mighty nice of you, Mr. Zwahlen.

I'd like that.

This is by a man named Mozart.

(music box begins playing)

(music box continues playing)

(stops playing)

Mozart.

And now, Chopin.

(playing)

(shivering)

(eerie theme playing)

Cold...

The wind must have come up.

(stops playing)

He should from the ground, be off.

Mushy!

Fix a bed in the supply wagon!

I have a bunk, is all ready.

Please. You will help us here.

Now just a dadgum minute!

Please!

You will bring him to my wagon.

(ominous theme playing)

How is he?

He will be all right.

You sure?

I am sure.

(sighs)

Say, Mister, uh, Zwahlen, uh...

I hope I haven't put you out any.

Out?

Yeah, uh...

(chuckles): See...

It sorta got around with the other men

about how you fixed up that old Spencer rifle of mine, and...

Well, they were kind of wondering

if you'd check over their guns, maybe.

They'd be glad to pay for it.

Pay? Yeah.

How many guns are there?

Oh...

Twenty, 25. Something like that.

Ah. Bitte.

You will bring me these guns.

I will clean and adjust each one for funfzig pfennig.

Huh?

Fifty cents each.

Oh, well, huh.

They charge a lot more than that in town.

If that's the way you want it, sure.

Good.

(solemn theme playing)

Mr. Zwahlen?

How's the boss?

Oh...

Well, Quince and Dawkins and Hode and me

gotta take over the night herd.

The guns ready?

They are ready.

Only... do not try them out until morning.

Why?

(whispers): Must not be disturbed.

You gonna be up for a while,

I'll tell the night herders we'd take over,

to bring their guns in.

Sure. Tell them.

(peaceful theme playing)

(ominous theme playing)

You're up kind of early, aren't you?

Ja.

How's the boss?

The... boss?

I do not know this word.

You know, uh, Mr...

Uh, Herr Favor.

Ah, so.

(chuckles): Boss.

To tell the truth,

he is about the same.

Well, you said he'd be all right.

I was hoping there would be no infection.

But this morning when I changed the bandage

about 3... Bad, huh?

Ja.

Is bad.

You know,

I cannot help but feel is my fault.

Had not the two of you stopped to help me...

Ah, you... You can't think that way.

Ja.

Is very strange.

I have known Herr Favor but a short time,

yet I like him very much.

He has intelligence and strength.

Well...

your guns are ready, if you want them.

Oh, yeah.

Do you have some oil?

Uh, yeah. Yeah, yeah. Good, good.

You can come inside, please.

You will bring your guns to... To your men.

(grunts)

Where you goin', Mr. Wishbone?

Nowheres.

Mr. Favor all right?

Of course he's all right.

Now get up and make the fires.

(moaning)

What time is it?

About sunup, boss.

The herd?

They're restin' easy.

That is what you should be doing.

(gasping)

Rowdy?

ROWDY: Yeah? You...

You ought to be crossin' Comanche territory

in the next 20 miles.

You stay clear of the villages.

If they wanna trade... They want any cows...

Yeah, well...

you'll be taking care of that, boss.

You come across something

you just can't handle,

you ask Pete.

Otherwise, you make up your own mind.

Don't let the men run you.

They're sure gonna try.

(melancholy theme playing)

Hey, Quince.

Looks like we got some company.

(ominous theme playing)

They sure are big fellas, aren't they?

All my sons are big.

Well, I didn't hear you come up, Mr. Zwahlen.

What's that you say about your sons?

I say, all of my sons are big.

Of course, these are the biggest,

'cause they are the oldest.

(in German accent): Guten Morgen, Papa!

Morgen, Jungen.

Franz, Willi, Sepp:

(speaking in German)

Ja.

What did you say to 'em?

I told them to take only 50 steers.

What do you mean, take 50 steers?

That is all we need.

Ernst, komm!

Well, that...

What did he mean?

Hey, get outta there!

Hold on, you fella!

(cattle lowing)

(shouting indistinctly)

Get outta there or I'll shoot you down!

(clicking)

I owe you Sedalia prices

of funfzig head beef cattle.

Anton Zwahlen.

There.

I think that is clear enough.

I am sorry.

As I have told you, with mechanisms

I am very proficient.

Yeah, especially guns, huh?

It was necessary I should file down the firing pins.

We are but five to your 20.

Bloodshed I do not want on either side.

You don't want any bloodshed?

Say, you got a real great sense of humor, Mr. Zwahlen.

We're inside Comanche territory right now,

and we don't have any guns!

A few days' ride east of here, a trading post is.

There you will be able to buy weapons.

(hoofbeats approaching)

They are ready, Papa.

You think you have been made fools of.

But I want you to understand

that these beeves I have taken

will keep 30 people from starving.

Half are women and children.

So...

this little robbery I have committed,

to stop a lot of dying.

Dying which would have meant to you, nothing.

If you mean to look for the law,

do not look.

There is no law until Ft. Brookner.

Don't worry. We'll be back with our own law.

Papa.

Ein Minute.

There is one thing more.

Herr Favor must be brought back to health.

Wishbone?

You gonna let them get away with this?

I've been up night and day, so's I can hardly think...

Is Mr. Favor's bandage changed?

Zwahlen wants his wagon back.

Oh, he does, does he?

You heard me.

All right. Somebody come give me a hand.

ZWAHLEN: Please. Wait.

I think you must understand

if Herr Favor does not receive the proper treatment,

he has about 12 hours to live.

(tense theme playing)

Yeah, I can't do no more for him.

It is now necessary that the foot

be properly lanced.

That a salve be put on to draw the poison.

It comes from Switzerland, this medicine.

I have some by our place.

It might work.

Where's your place?

From here, is not far.

And you're, uh...

offerin' us some of this salve?

Unfortunately, there is not time

to go there and come back again.

I want you should allow I take Herr Favor with me.

Wait a minute.

You mean you wanna keep Mr. Favor at your place?

If he lives.

If he dies, we will bury him.

If he lives, he can join you when he is able.

(sighs)

Take him.

Good.

(tragic theme playing)

Forte!

Think you'll ever see Mr. Favor alive again?

And what's the matter with you?

Why didn't you pull that Deringer?

Because I don't send a Deringer

against two rifles, that's why.

Pete, you and Scarlet ride out

to that tradin' post that Zwahlen was talkin' about.

Pick up a few rifles.

That'll hold us over

till we can get to a gunsmith.

Who made you trail boss?

I did. You got any arguments?

Nope.

(ominous theme playing)

(pleasant theme playing)

(in German accent): It worked, ja?

Do you have eyes, Kessel?

Put them in the back pasture!

Ernst, how many heads did you bring?

Fifty.

What? That is not so many!

It is all we need.

I'm not so certain.

While you were away,

we lost our last plantings.

Frost.

The whole crop?

Yeah, the whole crop.

So.

Well, we plant again!

We could easily have taken more.

Three of you.

There is a sick man in the wagon.

Take him into my house.

Maria!

Easy! Be careful of his foot.

(in German accent): Who is he?

One of the drovers.

Open the door, Maria.

Make up for him a bed on the large bench

in my workroom.

Maria!

Are you listening to me?

Yes, Papa.

ERNST: Papa?

Ja?

That was our last crop, the potatoes.

Forget the potatoes.

You said that was what we'd make our money on

when everything else was ruined.

We will make it, next year.

How do we know there will be a next year?

Anton, listen.

Some of us have been talking.

We... We are businessmen.

Salesmen.

Repairmen.

But not farmers!

You might as well ask a dog to sing

as to expect us how to dig in this ground!

Maybe we should leave the mud

to the worms and the frost

and go where we belong.

And where is that?

San Francisco.

(laughs)

Without money.

We could get the money.

Jah, from where?

The same place you got the meat.

Think how easy it would be, Papa.

They have no guns, they cannot fight us.

Say, ten dollars a hide.

Three thousand hides...

Thirty thousand dollars!

I could cry for you.

A man expects something from his eldest son.

No one else thinks like my son?

(tense theme playing)

You said 3,000 steers?

At least.

No guns?

My father saw to that.

That should be easy.

That should be, uncle.

Well...

(tender theme playing)

Good morning.

I'm Maria, Zwahlen's daughter.

Oh?

Are you hungry?

Mm.

It's beef broth.

(groans)

How long...?

They brought you here four days ago.

Mm.

Where's here?

My father's house.

Who's been shavin' me?

I have.

I also washed you, and changed your bandages.

Oh?

Oh, I washed your hands and face, I mean.

My brothers bathed you.

Oh.

Everybody thought you'd die.

Except me.

I'd come in and watch you fighting.

All tight-lipped and mad.

And then when Papa finally said you'd be all right,

I was so proud of you.

I'll leave this.

If you want any more, you can help yourself.

Maria.

Your father didn't tell me you lived near here.

No?

Where's the herd?

They've gone on.

You're to catch up later.

Maria.

Is your mother dead?

Yes.

Strange she wouldn't be buried near her own home.

That her children wouldn't come to her funeral.

She is buried near her home.

In Zurich.

She died 15 years ago.

He had to get your attention.

Your sympathy.

Why?

Because his whole family was starving.

He needed beef for the whole village.

He only took 50 head.

Fif...?

And the men didn't object?

He fixed their guns so they couldn't fire.

Wha...?

You mean they're heading north without guns?!

I suppose so.

Oh, no! No.

Papa! No.

Please don't. No. Please.

Papa! Ooh!

(groaning)

Herr Favor, bitte.

(moans)

Get me the scissors.

And take that stuff away.

Is he going to be all right?

Ow. Maria, bitte.

Americans.

One day they are practically dying,

and the next,

they jump out of bed like kangaroos.

Mm.

How does this feel?

(gasps)

Like you left some needles in.

Mm.

And here?

The same.

Here? Same!

(laughs)

You heal very fast, Herr Favor.

In another day or two, you will be able to walk.

What in the name of heaven kind of a man are you, Zwahlen?

You got a decent home,

a nice family.

You saved my life,

knowin' I'm gonna try and even the score

when I get up.

And yet you steal my cattle.

You send 20 men into Comanche territory

without guns.

What kind of a man are you?

Hm.

(sighs)

Ever since I was a little boy,

I wanted to be a farmer.

So I saved.

I argued.

I organized.

And, finally, we come.

(laughs)

Then I find out there is a little more to farming

then putting the seed in the ground

and giving the water.

Ahh!

(chuckles)

But we will learn.

I promise you.

From now on, it will be different.

And if it isn't?

There will always be somebody else to rob?

Ah-ah-ah.

This was the first time, and the last.

Regrettable, but is over and done with.

Is it? What about my men?

My herd?

Mm.

You need not worry, Herr Favor.

They will be all right.

I promise you.

(dramatic theme playing)

The way I see it, we can either go

straight up through this canyon,

or else we can bypass it to the east.

What do you think, Wish?

Don't ask me.

You're the trail boss.

Well, you got an opinion, ain't you?

Nope.

Why, you old coot.

Now, that's what it means,

being the trail boss, young fella.

Makin' decisions, takin' responsibility.

Now, I got a lot of sleep to catch up on,

so don't bother me with... (hoofbeats approaching)

your problems.

(menacing theme playing)

You s-speak English?

Comprende español?

(sighs)

Quince?

Yeah?

You know, uh, sign language, don't you?

Some.

Just what old Pete showed me.

Try and find out what they want.

The rest of you, keep your hands

close to your gun.

What's he sayin'?

Something about cattle.

I think he wants to buy some.

That don't mean a thing.

Look at their eyes.

They're just checkin' up on us.

Tell him I'll sell him some if he's willin' to pay.

And if he's wastin' our time, to clear out.

That's a little strong, ain't it?

Yeah.

You tell 'em that.

(clicks)

(clicks)

Wishbone, get your Deringer out.

Comanche!

Quince, tell him to keep his hand off that gun.

(sighs)

Well, that was my last bullet.

That don't mean we're quit of 'em.

They might be back.

Yeah, but the thing is, they're gone for now.

Well, Pete and Scarlet ought to be showing up anytime.

Let's eat, huh?

And this makes the sixth.

Sorry I couldn't get 'em for you any sooner.

Sure that's all you fellas need?

Who's talkin' about what we need?

Prices you charge, this is all I can afford to pay for.

Well, a man's gotta make a livin'.

And I figure anyone who's willin'

to wait as long for something as you two did

must need the product pretty bad.

Listen, friend... Come on, Pete!

We got what we come after.

Let's shove off.

(horses whinnying in distance)

Hyah!

Git up! Pleasant journey, boys!

(peaceful theme playing)

What's this?

This is somebody on his way home.

Oh, but you can't!

I mean, your foot is...

The horse will do the runnin', not me.

Oh, please, be sensible!

Listen... Maria, I...

Thanks for everything you've done,

but I've got to get back.

Stop!

Get back.

Franz!

What are you doing?

He was trying to leave.

They told me to keep him here!

Who told you?

Ernst, und der Rest.

(ominous theme playing)

They're voting...

to decide about San Francisco.

It's salt and meat we need.

And I tell you again,

the hides will bring us $30,000.

Ernst, get down from there.

It's over, Papa.

It's all been decided.

Sepp!

You're not the leader now, Papa

No!

Vote again,

so that my father can see how wrong he is.

All in favor?

No!

No!

Willi. Willi!

You listen to me.

All of you.

Herr Favor is a guest in my house!

I promise you this:

the first man who lays a finger on him,

I will kill!

So help me, Herr.

(tense theme playing)

Well?

I ask you the same question.

Well?

This is where I'm suppose to stay.

All right. Suit yourself.

But Ernst wants to talk to you if you wanna go.

Shh.

They are going to butcher your herd.

Ja.

Your horse in back,

there's a saddle in the shed.

I'll need a gun.

Ernst has them all.

Could you fix the ones that you... worked on for us?

The ones that belonged to us?

The firing pins would have to be replaced.

There is no steel. There is no...

Ah!

There is steel in the music box.

Is that all you need? Enough.

Enough to kill my sons.

Come!

Please stay here.

(quiet theme playing)

(sighs)

I know, you can't.

But I want to be with you so badly.

But if you stayed, maybe I wouldn't

want to be with you.

I think I would.

Maybe you wouldn't.

Maria...

Auf Wiedersehen.

Come.

Where is he?

Where is who?

Stop it, Maria! Where is he?

(suspenseful theme playing)

(dramatic theme playing)

You're all right, eh?

What's been happenin'?

Well, I-I sent Pete and Scarlet

out to the tradin' post to pick up some rifles.

They ought to be due any time now.

Pick up three or four rifles.

Take 'em over to the chuck wagon.

We'll fix a place for you to work there.

He's the one who stripped our guns!

Now he's gonna fix 'em.

If there is time.

What are we worried about: the Comanches or him?

My sons are coming for the rest of the herd,

and they have guns that will fire!

There's a canyon up ahead.

I was gonna bypass it to the east.

Well, we could use a wall at our backs.

Let's move 'em!

Whoa!

Whoa.

We should have come up to it.

We anywhere near it?

Yeah, it's just over that hill.

Well, maybe we'll...

What's that?

What's what?

Whoa.

Just hold the horses right there.

Take a look in the back.

Who are you?

U.S. marshal.

Yeah, this is the wagon.

How many rifles?

Six of 'em. All ours.

What do you mean, "all ours"?

U.S. government issue, friend.

Stolen property.

All right, turn 'em around.

Well, wait a minute, marshal.

We bought these rifles in good faith

from a fella named Kelley back at the tradin' post.

(laughs)

Kelley's been fencin' stolen goods

ever since he came out here.

Claims you tried to sell him six rifles.

He turned you down.

Why, that low...

Well, when were they stolen?

Three weeks ago.

(scoffs)

Three weeks ago we were with the herd.

We're cattle drovers.

You can tell that to the colonel at the fort.

It ain't my problem.

Now, wait a minute, marshal...

Friend, are you gonna turn this wagon around,

or am I gonna turn it for you?

Well, maybe you'd better do it.

I told you, I can prove to you

we didn't steal these rifles.

Our camp's right over that hill.

(tense theme playing)

That's still the first one?

Der Zweite.

Quince took the first one.

Quince! Where is he?

Up there.

Oh, jasper.

Hey, look.

Let me have your Deringer.

Please, listen to me.

I know my sons.

They will threaten, but that is all.

Shoot over their heads.

I ain't got any more bullets anyway.

ERNST: We don't want to kill you!

Come on out with your hands up!

We let you all go on your way.

Don't be foolish!

We know you are unarmed.

Anton's with them.

He could have repaired their guns!

No more than one.

I don't like this, Ernst.

Maybe we'd better forget it.

Then go on, get out!

Any more cowards here?

This gun is ready.

No.

It is my place to talk with them.

Look, they've got to be stopped.

Ja, I know.

Papa!

Get out of the way, Papa.

Please, Ernst.

Franz!

Willi! Sepp!

Go home, boys!

We don't want to hurt you, Papa.

Please!

Get out of the way!

I have fixed their guns.

There was no time!

They are ready against you.

You cannot win!

Oh, I don't believe you!

(cocks rifle)

Ernst!

Ernst!

Ernst.

Ernst.

(groans)

I better go see about Quince.

All right.

(melancholy theme playing)

Forgive me, Ernst.

We were crazy to do a thing like this, Papa.

You are right.

I was wrong.

A man should not force his sons

to follow his footsteps.

Sons should their own footsteps make.

(dramatic theme playing)

You all right, Jim?

Yeah, I'm all right.

It just got me in the head.

Yeah. Well, that was lucky.

Catch you anywhere else,

you're liable to have gotten hurt.

(laughs)

(dramatic theme playing)

Whoa!

See, now, what did I tell you?

Now, where have you two been?

You're the boss?

What's wrong, marshal?

Tell him where we were

three weeks ago, Mr. Favor.

With the herd,

about a hundred miles south of here. Why?

We picked 'em up with some stolen rifles.

They claim they got 'em from a trader named Kelley.

Said he had to buy 'em because all of theirs

was wrecked.

ZWAHLEN: Ja. I have done that.

Well, who are you?

And who is that?

Oh, that is my son.

He was a bad boy, and I had to shoot him.

I am Anton Zwahlen.

I am very glad you are here.

I wish to turn myself in.

What for?

Cattle rustling.

FAVOR: Wait a minute.

No, you wait a minute.

Cattle rustling?

Ja. Uh...

We are just as guilty as he is.

My uncle is right.

We are the real guilty ones.

Oh, who in the blazes are they?

This, my brother is.

And mein Sohn.

The rest are my sons and my nephews.

Are they cattle rustlers too?

Not yet.

I am the only one

that has actually the cattle rustled.

(speaking in German)

What in the blazes is going on here?

Well, it started a week ago.

I missed most of it, 'cause I was

out of my head with a fever,

but Mr. Zwahlen, there, he...

He saved my life. He took me into his own house.

Well, I thought he said he was a cattle rustler.

Yeah, well, he's Swiss.

He's... still having a little trouble with the language.

He probably meant he was a cattle fancier.

Please, Herr Favor,

you do not have to help me.

After all, I have funfzig head of cattle stolen.

Well, uh... Uh, no, marshal.

He didn't steal a fifsink h...

Uh, 50 head of cattle. Uh, he bought 'em.

Here's the IOU.

Please. Mr. Favor,

only two of the steers are slaughtered.

We could bring the rest back.

You gotta have food!

Ah. Enough food we have

to go to San Francisco.

San Francisco! Ja.

Will somebody please tell me who is guilty of what?

Looks like nobody's guilty of nothin'.

Yeah.

Yeah!

All right, boys. Pick up them rifles.

Let's get out of this bughouse.

(grand 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' ♪