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)

FAVOR (voice-over): A trail herd's got to have

a couple of experienced bog riders.

To get mired cattle out of mudholes,

and buffalo wallows.

But when it comes to fishing the bog riders themselves

out of trouble...

Not to mention the point and flank riders,

the wranglers and the night hawkers.

It takes more than a rope and a short-handled shovel.

I know.

I'm Gil Favor, trail boss.

(sweeping theme playing)

This must be your first ride

in a stagecoach.

Yes. My first and my last.

The first rule is, always sit on the outside.

Then you'd only have one head on your shoulder!

Ahh.

Do you know when we get there?

Oh, not long.

Bertram?

Bertram, wake up!

Uh, what's the matter?

(scoffs)

I wanna change places with you.

You'll be in a draft.

Well, anything's better than this.

Now he can lean on you for a while.

You should have told me sooner.

I thought you might have noticed.

How could I? I was asleep.

Yes, so I noticed.

How can you play cards in the dark?

It's good practice.

Are you a professional gambler?

It's the only kind there are.

Amateurs are merely...

contributors to our support.

(titters)

I don't see why

they play with you then.

Yeah, I wonder myself.

Do you cheat?

Sometimes.

Do you?

Now just a moment.

Can't a man get any sleep around here?

(dramatic theme playing)

Whoa!

There'll be one hour for supper.

(sighs)

Seems like I just closed my eyes.

I'm glad we're leaving them.

I couldn't stand to ride another mile in that coach.

Don't worry, sweetheart.

The worst is over now.

MAN: Hello, folks.

(indistinct greetings)

Well, everything's ready.

Supper's comin' right on up, folks.

There's, uh, plenty of hot water

if you wanna wash up first.

My name's Bert Eaton.

There was suppose to be a man to meet us here

from my uncle's ranch.

Yeah. He got here last night!

So you're Charlie Eaton's nephew, huh?

Sam Davis.

Well, this is my wife.

Glad to meet you, ma'am.

Don't often get newlyweds here.

I told you so!

You said the man was here to meet us?

Yeah, Dan Simmons.

He's in there in back.

Oh, well, would you tell him we're here, please?

Well, the last time I looked in,

he was asleep.

He's not feelin' very good.

I think he's got a fever.

Well, do you think he'll be well enough

to take us to the ranch tomorrow?

Gosh, I can't tell.

I'm not a doctor.

Got your room all ready for you, though.

And from now on, we'll call it the bridal suite.

Oh.

Well, that's very nice, but, uh,

we're really not newlyweds.

No?

Uh, we've been married for three months.

Ohhh!

Real old married folks.

(clears throat)

Would you show us to our room, please?

Why, certainly, ma'am.

Right around this way...

This is the best we've got, hope you like it!

Hmm.

Over three months.

Can you remember back that far?

Yes.

You didn't snore then.

Oh, honestly!

Now, honey, he means well.

Don't "now, honey" me!

If anyone had told me what it was gonna be like

before we started:

that horrible stagecoach, and...

And now this place!

Oh, everything will be all right,

as soon as we get to the ranch.

Besides, we talked it all over.

Uncle Charlie's rich.

He's gonna make me his heir if I learn the business.

Would you rather be the wife

of a clerk from Boston?

Well, at least in Boston they're civilized.

Oh, you're just tired.

It'll be fine when we get there.

Oh.

And they'll be crazy about you.

You'll be the prettiest thing they've ever seen.

Supper!

(sighs)

(dinner guests singing "Here Comes the Bride")

(tapping water glasses in time to singing)

(all laughing)

We hear you folks may be stuck here for a while.

Sam tells me your driver's come down sick.

Well, if he isn't well in the morning, we'll go on alone.

Well, you know the way?

No, but I expect he can tell us.

I understand it's quite a large ranch.

Well, that it is,

but I just didn't know if you could handle a team.

Oh, I'll manage.

Well, all right, I'll have the supplies ready.

Supplies? What for?

Well, it'll take three days.

You gotta eat.

Oh.

You, uh...?

You thought it was closer?

Well, you can keep the room

if you think you'd better wait.

Well, maybe it would be better.

Oh, no, indeed.

We'll leave in the morning.

MAN: Mmm!

Nothin' to worry about.

Ain't been no Indians on the warpath

around here for quite a while! Ha-ha!

(laughing)

Oh, don't pay no attention to him.

He's just trying to be funny.

After being cooped up in a stagecoach

with four strangers, I think you'll enjoy

three days alone with your husband.

(man laughs)

(upbeat theme playing)

(quiet theme playing)

Where's my husband?

He's in there with Simmons.

Oh.

Shouldn't we get a doctor for him?

Honey, there's not a doctor within 200 miles.

He'll be feelin' fine before one would get here.

(grunts)

I'm sorry you don't want to wait, son.

But I'm too weak.

I'd fall right out of the wagon if I started out.

Is there anything I can do for you?

No, I reckon not.

When these spells come on me,

all I can do is just lie abed till they go away.

You just keep headin' straight north.

You can't miss it.

Well, I'll see you at the ranch, then.

Yes. Good luck.

(groaning)

Well, we're all set. Much obliged.

Say hello to your uncle for me.

Hope you have a nice trip. Now, be careful.

That's a girl.

Oh!

Bye! Bye-bye!

(lively theme playing)

I don't see what's so difficult about this

that you wanted to wait.

He may be sick for a week.

I didn't wanna wait.

I just wanted to be sure it was safe for you.

I hope the others didn't think you were afraid.

Well, you didn't, did you?

Oh, of course not!

But I don't want anyone else to.

I want to be proud of you.

You know something?

I don't care what anyone in the whole world

thinks of me, except you.

(majestic theme playing)

Sure is comin' up rain.

Sure could use some.

Know what I'm gonna do when it comes?

Gonna take off my clothes, lie down on the ground

and just soak it up.

Better do it on high ground.

Don't take much to make a flash flood

when it's this dry.

You ever been caught in one?

Nope, but I've had to do some mighty fast

and fancy scramblin'.

Gonna pass the word to tighten up the herd.

(thunder rumbles)

(inhales deeply)

Smell that rain in the air.

Is that what I smell?

Sure is. About time too.

I've been savin' my laundry.

Yeah, I know.

(jokey theme playing)

(upbeat theme playing)

Why don't you make them go away?

Hang on.

Ho!

Shoo!

Shoo! Go away! Move! Move!

BERT: Ho! Shoo! Go on!

Get outta here!

(cattle lowing)

Shoo! Move!

Go!

Whoa.

What the devil do you think you're doin'?

I was just chasin' these cattle out of our way.

Get your wagon outta here.

What's the trouble?

This dumb donkey's tryin'

to start a stampede.

My husband was only trying to get these animals

away from our wagon.

Well, these animals are part of a herd.

You'd do a lot better if you took your wagon around.

Oh, uh, Scarlet, tighten up the herd.

We got a rainstorm comin' in.

Right.

If that's a sample of manners around here...

They were just doing their job.

Come on, git up!

(dramatic theme playing)

Hey boss.

Looks like we're gonna get wet pretty soon.

Yeah, we might as well get somethin' to eat

before we do.

That's what I was hopin' you'd say.

Wishbone! Stoke us up.

I'll fetch the water.

ROWDY: Time to eat?

What you got in that stomach of yours?

A clock?

Hey, who's that?

Oh, some dude couple.

Boy, the gal really is somethin' too.

Oh? You met 'em?

Well, Joe caught the fella.

He was tryin' to drive through some strays.

Said he was just pushin' 'em out of the way.

Why didn't he go around 'em?

Well, I suggested that.

What are they doin' out here?

I didn't ask.

Come on, Wishbone. When are we gonna eat?

You'll get yours!

Here comes another one.

I hope you talk up to him.

FAVOR: Howdy!

BERT: Ho.

Ho.

My name's Favor.

That was, uh, part of my herd

you ran into a ways back.

My husband's already explained...

Oh, I didn't come to talk about that.

I just thought I'd see if there's anything

I can do for you.

(thunder rumbling)

Oh.

I'm Bert Eaton. This is my wife.

Eaton...

You any relation to Charlie Eaton?

He's my uncle. Do you know him?

We're going by his ranch to pick up some beef.

Say, we're gonna be havin' some chow in a little bit.

Care to join us?

Oh, no thank you.

The men at the station fixed a lunch for us.

Well, um...

I'll see you, then.

(thunder rumbles)

A nice fella.

Why didn't you wanna eat with 'em?

First they bawl you out.

Then you want to accept an invitation?

Oh, they just talk differently out here.

Besides, I had it coming to me.

Well, I'm not used to being spoke to that way.

I've never seen you so touchy.

Cheer up. It won't be long now.

(lively theme playing)

How'd you make out?

You and Joe must have given them a rough time.

She'd like to bit my head off.

What's a dude like that doing out here, anyway?

His uncle's Charlie Eaton.

They're headin' for his ranch.

Is that so?

And the girl, she's his sister?

The girl... she's his wife.

Oh, well.

That's the way it goes sometime.

And you'd do well to remember that

when we run into 'em at Eaton's ranch.

Oh, you don't have to worry about me, boss.

(laughs)

I always steer clear of married women.

My old man gave me that advice alone with

my first razor.

She sure is pretty though.

(light-hearted theme playing)

I feel as though I've been roasting my face

over a fire.

There's a nice sheltered place to make camp.

We'll be out of the wind.

(clicks tongue at horses)

Whoa!

(sighs)

You sit in the shade, and rest.

I'll have a fire going

as soon as I unhitch the team.

(sighing)

As soon as I get there,

I'm gonna soak in a tub for hours!

(quiet theme playing)

Ah, this is more like it.

You feel better now?

Mm-hm.

I told you things would get better.

Now, where could you find something like this

in Boston?

Wide-open spaces, nice warm fire,

beautiful night.

(thunder rumbles)

It's not so beautiful over there.

(thunder crashing)

Oh!

Oh, you and your beautiful nights!

It's only a light summer shower.

It'll be over in a minute.

Come on, we'd better get in the wagon.

(thunder crashes)

(horses whinnying)

(yelling)

Oh! My clothes!

My clothes! Oh, our luggage!

Oh, look, it's my...!

(yelling indistinctly)

(dramatic theme playing)

There's no use.

B-b-but why don't you do something?

We'd better get out in the open.

What?! And ruin the only dress I've got left?

Well, it's not safe to stand under a tree

in a lightning storm.

Well, you stopped that wagon there.

Well, I-I didn't know there was gonna be a storm.

Oh! Oh, don't touch me!

You! You and your summer showers!

Be reasonable, Marcia.

It's not going to kill us.

Oh, why did I ever listen to you!

(crying): Why did I ever marry you?

(thunder crashes)

(shrieks, sobs)

(tranquil theme playing)

Nothin' like a cloudburst to make you feel great.

Up all night with those cows, and still feel good.

Ah, the voice of youth, huh?

Me, I'm tired. I'm clean, but I'm tired.

We're lucky. I was scared that lightning

was gonna send 'em clear back to San Antone.

Look out there.

What's that?

(playful theme playing)

I can't go another step.

Here comes somebody.

Oh, my hair! I must look like a witch.

FAVOR: What happened?

My husband took me camping.

Our wagon was struck by lightning,

and the horses ran off.

All our luggage burned.

All my beautiful dresses!

I wonder if I could impose on you to look for the horses?

They belong to my uncle.

We can round up the horses later.

We better get you two back to the chuck wagon.

Climb aboard.

I can do it.

Come on, mister. You can ride with me.

You know, uh, lightning can strike anywhere.

Not if you don't camp under a tree.

Yeah.

(gentle theme playing)

Wishbone!

Whoa!

See if you can rustle up some clothes

from the supply wagon for Mr. and Mrs. Eaton.

We don't stock women's clothes.

That's right.

Do the best you can.

Can't stop now and fix you anything hot to eat, but, uh...

give you some jerky if you're hungry.

Oh, I'm starved!

Comin' right up!

Well, get movin'!

Your wife better trail in the rest of the way with us.

Oh, I'm much obliged to you.

Here you are, ma'am.

What is it?

Jerky.

Huh?

Uh, dried beef.

Tastes kinda good if you get used to it.

(playful theme playing)

Here's one for you too.

Thanks.

Mmm...

How long does it take to get used to it?

Oh, about two years.

Kinda chewy, ain't it?

Oh, Rowdy. You better pick up a couple horses from the remuda.

Or would you rather ride in the wagon?

Oh, no.

I've had enough wagons to last me

a lifetime.

Well, here you are.

Hope they fit.

These might do it.

You can change 'em in the back of the supply wagon there.

Well, here's hoping.

I'll see that my uncle pays you for all this.

Your horses will be here in a minute.

I seem to be getting off on the wrong foot all around.

What I meant was that we appreciate your help.

See you later.

Joe, I want you to help me saddle up a couple horses.

Who for?

Uh, that couple you met. They're gonna join us.

You mean that dude's gonna trail with us?

Yeah. He and his wife.

Oh, my, things sure has changed on the trail.

Now they're usin' the wagons for ladies' dressin' rooms.

Well, I call that progress.

Giddap.

(tranquil theme playing)

Some trousseau!

It looks fine on you.

How will I ever replace all those beautiful dresses?

Send for them by mail.

You can have the store send duplicates

of the ones you bought.

Oh, fine!

That won't take a bit more than six months!

And look at the size of these.

What happened to 'em?

Ah, lightning hit their wagon.

Lost everything they own, clothes and all.

How awful.

(dramatic theme playing)

(quietly): He's not really a bad fella,

but she sure leads him around by the nose.

Yeah.

Hey, they look good on you.

Here, you... No, you're gonna take this one over here.

He's a little more gentle.

Oh, just a minute, ma'am.

I'm quite capable, thank you.

(horse whinnying) (yells)

(lively theme playing)

Get down. Whoa!

Oh, I can handle him.

I said get down.

Oh!

What do you mean giving my wife

a horse like that?

He never acted that way before.

I'll take him back and get another one.

Hey, wait a minute.

I'll go with you.

I'm sorry about this.

Oh, I enjoyed it.

If they did that on purpose...

If they did, it was you they were after.

But you could have been killed.

Oh! Nonsense.

I've ridden wilder horses

than that before.

I'll try the other one.

These horses are darling compared with the ones

at Miss Alice's riding academy in Boston.

Wait a minute. I'll do it.

(grunts)

I was just gonna have some fun with him.

How'd I know she was gonna take his horse?

(dramatic theme playing)

That's so I don't have to tell the boss.

Now saddle up another one!

(rueful theme playing)

He did that on purpose, didn't he?

Oh, well, no. No, the horse just

spooked a little, that's all.

Well, then why did you knock him down?

W...?

Oh... Oh, I was watching.

(sighs)

Should I mention it to your Mr. Favor?

Suit yourself.

I will.

(lively theme playing)

Oh, all fixed up, huh?

All fixed up.

Where's your husband?

Oh, he, uh, didn't like the horse

they got for him.

Not enough spirit.

(cattle lowing)

You think there's any chance of finding the horses?

Well, I doubt it. If they're well-broke horses,

they'll just try and find their way back to the ranch.

I think I ought to try anyway.

Coming, Marcia?

Well, you heard what Mr. Favor said.

Well, they weren't your horses.

Well, I... I better go along for protection.

Your protection.

She'd kind of got a mind of her own.

Yeah, well, somebody has to.

(laughs)

My hat!

Oh!

Ohh!

Oh, my best hat.

I'll buy you the prettiest one in the catalog.

What catalog?

It burned to ashes with everything else!

Come on.

"Come on." "Come on," what?

The horses, remember?

They're not my horses, remember?

(quiet theme playing)

(tense theme playing)

Indians! Ride for your life!

Come on!

(yelling)

Indians, back there!

Yeah? What about 'em?

What do you mean what about them?

I saw them!

(light-hearted theme playing)

That's Little Cloud.

(speaking slowly): Hello, scout.

Nice to see you, Little Cloud.

Trail boss.

How's the leg?

Much better!

(chuckles)

"Run for your life."

Oh, uh, Mr. and Mrs. Eaton,

my friend Little Cloud, and his sons.

Sorry if I frightened you.

Oh, uh, I, uh...

Look, we're gonna be making camp real soon.

Have supper with us!

I was wondering when you ask me!

Let's go, paleface.

(light-hearted theme playing)

(upbeat theme playing)

Herd look good.

We'd better get out there and check the strays.

He's been snoopin' around.

My father would have scalped you for that.

I have an idea you swung a pretty mean tomahawk yourself

before you got civilized.

I must show you scalp collection sometime.

Are there any savage Indians left?

There are a couple.

Around here.

When they get...

liquored up,

they look savage.

Even to me.

How do you like the food?

If you live long enough, you will be good cook.

(laughs)

(both laughing)

You wouldn't even know good cookin'

if you tasted it.

How's the leg?

Good as it ever will be,

at my age.

(speaking slowly): What happened to it?

I broke leg.

Horse stepped in chuckhole.

Horse fell on leg.

Pete fixed leg for me.

He was crawlin' out across the desert

on his two hands and one knee

when I found him.

He'd already come a couple miles.

Where were you heading for?

I was trying to get to town.

He only had another 20 miles to go.

Tough old buzzard probably would have made it too.

Ah.

Well, how do you like your new duds?

Very fashionable. Heh.

(speaking slowly): Hey, heard you run into a war party today.

Your jokes are almost as bad as your cooking.

Thin-skinned, ain't he?

Oh, lay off, Wishbone.

Well, all I said... Lay off!

(chuckles)

Bert? What is it?

Did somebody think of another joke?

You've got to stop getting up and walking away

every time they do!

Well, you're a fine one to talk.

You've complained about everything that's happened

since we left Boston.

Well, you didn't exactly

cover yourself with glory.

Camping in that gully.

Making a spectacle of yourself

when you saw Little Cloud.

All right, all right.

It's not all right.

That's the trouble!

Maybe you just married the wrong man.

Maybe I didn't marry a man at all.

Must be on way.

See you next year.

You take good care of yourself, now, Little Cloud.

Sorry we made trouble with your friends.

Oh, that's all right. He'll get over it.

He and his wife been fightin' ever since

they joined up with us anyhow.

Well, why he let her do that?

He can't help it. She's his wife.

Ah, you white men have strange custom.

Do you suppose he really took some scalps?

Sure he did.

Notice the way he was eyeing that bushy lion-head of yours?

It reminded him of the old days.

I must apologize for my husband's behavior.

That's all right.

I can't say I blame him.

Let's get to work, Pete.

Yeah.

Your Mr. Favor doesn't like me very much, does he?

Why do you say that?

Doesn't even take women's intuition

to know that.

Well, I think he just feels a little sorry

for your husband, that's all.

Why? Because he's married to such a shrew?

Well, I... I didn't mean that.

What I meant is that, you know,

everything seems to be goin' wrong for him.

You men certainly stick together, don't you?

Yeah, well, uh... I'll see you a little later.

(tranquil theme playing)

(sniffling)

(Marcia sobbing)

Go away!

Pardon me, ma'am. Is there anything wrong?

Everything's wrong.

Look, you shouldn't take it so hard, ma'am.

Oh, stop calling me ma'am!

You make me sound like an old-maid schoolteacher!

Well, yes, ma'am. I mean, uh...

My name's Marcia.

Oh. Well, Marcia, is there anything I can do to help you?

(sobbing): Yes.

You can take me back to Boston.

Oh, well, that...

That's kind of impossible.

Your husband wouldn't like anything like that.

I don't care if I never see him again!

Is that any way to talk?

Oh, what do you know about it.

Do you know how a woman feels when she finds out

her husband's a coward and a fool?

Well, that's layin' it on kinda strong, ain't it?

I mean, everybody's scared now and then, and...

And everybody does foolish things.

Go ahead, stick up for him!

Nobody cares how I feel.

I'm not stickin' up for him.

That's just the way things are.

Would you do something for me?

Sure, if I can.

Would you help me saddle up my horse?

Now?

I wanna go riding in the moonlight.

No, the boss would never stand for that.

All right.

I'll do it myself. Wait a minute.

I can't let you do that now.

Oh, let me go!

Not until you get this notion outta your head.

You can't ride in the moonlight.

You can't stop me!

(twig snaps)

Oh, uh, Mr. Eaton.

Well, uh... Heh.

Well, don't let me interrupt you.

Well, I was...

Well, then, she... We were kinda...

Well, go ahead right ahead with whatever you or she

was or were doing.

What does that mean?

That means, look, you keep on the way you're headed,

and you're gonna end up with trouble.

You jealous?

(sighs)

I'm gonna tell you something

that's gonna surprise you:

I'm not jealous.

I'm just getting a little tired.

I better go explain.

There's nothing to explain.

Well, I don't want him havin' the wrong idea.

Let him think what he wants.

He won't do anything about it.

Marcia, what are you trying to prove, anyway?

It's already been proven.

My husband thought you were making love to me,

and he just walked away.

That's for being so nice.

(marching theme playing)

I hope you ain't forgot that good advice

your old man gave you.

Tryin' to stop a girl from cryin', that's all.

Uh-huh.

Pleasant dreams.

(tranquil theme playing)

I really had a good sleep last night.

They could have run the whole herd over me,

I wouldn't have known it.

How about you? Oh, I woke up once or twice.

Wonder where those lovebirds are this morning.

I haven't seen 'em around.

Everything all right between 'em, Rowdy?

How should I know?

You know, boss, I don't consider myself no expert

when it comes to women.

But I know what she needs.

Huh?

A good stiff kick in the pants.

If I was her husband...

Well, you ain't, so why don't you shut up, Pete.

Hey, what's wrong with him?

I don't know, but I better find out.

Maybe we'd better have a little talk.

What about? You know about what.

About that, uh, first razor your daddy gave you?

Look, that ain't got nothin'

to do with this.

And the advice that went along with it:

somethin' about stayin' clear of married women?

Pete had no right to talk about Marcia that way.

Marcia?

Well...

Well, she told me to call her by her first name.

What's wrong with that? Look, you got caught

in the middle of a family fight.

Don't think it's anything more than that,

and don't let it be.

I don't want you preachin' at me.

I'm not preachin' at you, boy.

I'm just givin' you a little friendly, fatherly advice.

And besides, it's an order,

so stay out of it!

(rueful theme playing)

Did you find out what's wrong with him?

Growin' pains.

You mean, Mrs. Eaton?

That's why he bit my head off.

Mine too.

But you straightened him out, huh?

Well, I gave him some fatherly advice.

Morning, Mr. Favor. Mornin'!

I was wondering if there was anything

I could do to help out until we get to the ranch?

We can always use an extra hand.

Rowdy!

Take Mr. Eaton down and check him in with Scarlet.

He's gonna work.

Do you think they'll both get there?

I think they'd better.

(tranquil theme playing)

Where's Scarlet?

Uh...

I'd like to explain about last night.

Let's just stick to business.

Boss says to put Eaton here to work.

He's the boss.

Don't guess you ever worked a herd.

No, they don't have many in Boston.

Well, you ride flank, here.

Keep 'em tightened up, but don't scare 'em.

You see any Indians on the warpath, let me know.

(cattle lowing, drovers whistling and shouting)

What was that?

Where?

A flash of light.

(mysterious theme playing)

Hey, there it is.

Somebody's workin' themselves up a good headache.

Yeah, there's some Indian probably been stompin' around.

Let's hope a headache's all they're working up.

Better pass the word.

(dramatic theme playing)

(magnificent theme playing)

Morning.

I saw you ride by with my husband.

Yeah, well, he said he wanted to work for his keep.

Didn't he tell you?

We haven't spoken to each other since last night.

Well, I tried to explain to him,

but he wouldn't listen.

Don't have it on your conscious.

It was over before then.

You sure this just isn't a family argument?

For your information, I'll be going back

to Boston just as soon as possible.

Alone.

Do you think you'll ever be visiting Boston?

Well, yeah. I might.

That would be nice.

Excuse me.

Scarlet put him where he can't do any harm.

Tell the boys to keep their eyes peeled

for a couple of drunken Indians.

They may take a shine to our beef.

Did you see 'em?

No, we saw a bottle and their tracks.

Right.

Stick close to the herd.

Couple liquored-up Indians around here.

Well, we've picked up everything else.

Might else well pick up a couple of drunks.

Let me know if you do.

I never seen a drunken Indian before.

You're lucky.

Well, what's the difference between drunken Indians

and anybody else?

You never know how it'll hit 'em.

All you know is if they so much as smell a cork,

it's gonna hit 'em.

(ominous theme playing)

(quiet theme playing)

Where you going?

Why?

Well, I don't want you wandering off by yourself.

Afraid I'll run into some Indians?

(ominous theme playing)

Boss says to watch out for a couple of drunken Indians.

Don't you think you've carried that joke about far enough?

I didn't ride all this way to make jokes.

You mean it's on the level?

You'll find out if you run into 'em.

(Indian war theme playing)

(yelling)

(talking indistinctly in foreign dialect)

(yelling)

(yelling) (shrieking)

MARCIA: Let go of me!

(Marcia grunts)

(tense theme playing)

(Indian yells)

(Marcia shrieks)

Stay here.

(squealing)

Take your friend and get out of here!

Oh!

Oh, darling!

Darling, you were wonderful!

Are you all right?

Oh! Oh, now I am!

Good. Huh?

Oh, darling, I was so frightened.

I didn't know wha...

Wh...? What are you doing?

(shrieks)

What are you doing?

Thattaboy, mister.

Lay it on.

No! Stop that!

Oh! Oh, Bert, what are you doing?

(yelling)

You had that coming ever since we left Boston.

Oh...

I guess so.

But... But you acted so different, I thought...

I acted the way I am.

I'm not a very good cowboy,

and I don't go around with a chip on my shoulder

picking fights, and every now and then,

I do something that makes me look a little... foolish.

I was like that when you married me,

and I'm probably gonna stay that way.

Is that clear?

Is it?

Oh, yes. Yes.

Well?

Oh...

Darling...

Darling, I love you.

Oh.

Well, like they say: two is company.

You know, there's one other thing

my old man used to tell me.

Huh?

(sighs)

Live and learn.

(triumphant 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' ♪