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)

(peaceful theme playing)

(cattle lowing)

Another hundred, Rowdy.

Yeah, another hundred it is, Pete.

Let's see...

You know, there's a big difference

between counting cattle and counting sheep, Pete.

What's that?

Well, when you're counting cattle,

you don't fall asleep.

Oh, come on.

Well, I guess a cattleman ain't supposed to count sheep anyway.

Treason, something like that.

Boy, being on a drive too long

sure affects different people different ways.

Some get nervous and irritable,

and others get trouble sleeping.

I ain't had any trouble sleeping.

No, but that ain't the worst kind.

ROWDY: Well, what's the worst kind?

Them that starts making up jokes.

I got 2800 and 50-some odd head.

Yeah, I got the same.

We're 150 head short.

Well, I guess maybe we better replace 'em

afore Mr. Favor gets back.

Yeah.

Some ranch country up ahead.

It's gonna be easygoing the next few days.

Well, this far from Sedalia,

we could probably pick 'em up for $6 a head.

Yeah, the further north we get, the higher they're gonna be.

We better pick 'em up around here.

Now how'd you figure that out?

It was easy.

(sighs)

Pete, how far ahead you'd say that ranch country is?

It's about 25 miles.

Well, Rowdy,

I'll give you time to ride on ahead,

buy the steers and get the brands changed

afore we catch up to ya.

You mean, you're sending me, Wish?

Now why else would I be giving you the money?

I don't know,

I thought maybe you were giving me a raise.

Well, see you later, Pete.

Right.

(cattle lowing)

Did we have to send Rowdy?

Yeah, we do.

Why?

Well, I could say

because Mr. Favor figures it's time he learned

how to buy cattle.

And I could say it was because we need you here

to scout. Yeah.

But the real reason's 'cause me and the crew

just can't stand any more of his jokes.

Come on, giddap!

(tranquil theme playing)

(cattle lowing)

Hello.

Uh, nice-looking cattle you have here.

Any of 'em for sale?

Mister, I'd... I'd like to, uh...

I'd like to buy some of these cattle here,

if they're for sale.

Look...

I have some money.

Money, right here.

I'd like to buy some of these cattle.

Great help.

Thanks.

(ominous theme playing)

(lighthearted theme playing)

(English accent): Leastways you could hit the board, Mr. Oliver.

(English accent): Mr. Higgins,

I should be highly surprised if you even hit the wall.

All right.

OLIVER: Bull's-eye.

Yeah, next time why don't you try opening your eyes.

Why don't you just open your purse, all right?

Two more, Harry. Mr. Oliver's paying.

(English accent): Right you are.

Afternoon, sir.

Oh, yeah, sure.

Glass of ale maybe?

"Aisle"?

Best this side of the pond, sir.

What pond?

Atlantic Ocean.

Oh, no, thanks.

We got some whiskey.

Well, I didn't exactly come in here for a drink.

Uh, I was trying to find out who owns the cattle,

uh, outside of town there.

Now why would you be doing that?

I'd like to buy 'em, that's why.

What, did I say something wrong?

No, sir. Them animals belongs to Sir Richard Ashley.

Oh. Well, where can I find him?

They're fine stock.

Yeah, I know that.

You in the cattle line, sir?

Yeah, I'm with a herd on the Sedalia Trail.

We're... Came up about 150 head short.

Hundred and fifty head short. Now ain't that a blooming shame?

Seems downright careless to me.

Uh, maybe I'll have a drink after all.

What'll it be, sir?

Any rye?

Yes, sir.

You haven't told me where this Ashley fella is.

Who? Sir Richard?

No, I wouldn't rightly know, sir.

How much do I owe you for this?

One shilling, sir.

Twenty-five cents.

(coin clinking)

You just keep riding north, sir.

You might find cattle to buy up there.

Thanks.

If I was you, I'd forget all about the Ashley herd.

Yeah, I'll try and do that.

Only trouble is I got a real good memory.

Wants to buy the Ashley herd, does he?

Well...

blooming fat chance he's got!

Well, I've never seen you before.

Well...

no, I've never been here before.

Who are you?

Uh, Rowdy Yates.

I'm Laura Ashley.

Ashley?

Yes.

You are the man who was looking at our cattle earlier today,

aren't you?

(chuckling): Yeah.

I didn't think that Indian understood a thing I was saying.

He understood.

They are for sale.

Are you prepared to pay cash?

Well, yeah, I got the money with me.

Only I got the idea Mr. Ashley didn't want to sell.

From them?

Yeah.

Well, he's my father. I ought to know.

Now, what did you, uh, intend to pay?

Oh, um...

uh, 6, maybe $7 a head.

Why don't you tie your horse to the back of the surrey.

I think we can talk more comfortably in here.

Oh, yeah, sure.

OLIVER: Higgins,

what wouldn't you give to be in Regent's Park right now?

(inhaling): Taking in the air

and watching all the lovely girls passing by.

HIGGINS: I'd give my soul...

if I had one.

(darts thudding)

(English accent): Hey, Pop,

what I've just seen.

What you ain't seen is the dust back here.

I'll thank you to clean it up.

Miss Laura and that drover chap.

Oh? What about 'em?

WOMAN: They went off together.

Where's Winch?

Over at the county seat, buying provisions.

He's gotta know about that drover.

Somebody's got to tell him.

Oh, it's a 15 mile ride.

Mr. Winch wouldn't like it if he weren't told right off.

Yeah.

All right, Higgins, come on, we'll both ride in.

All right.

(sighs)

Caw! Better them than me.

Mr. Winch will be proper angry when he hears.

Look. There.

That's Rim Rock.

I often go up there.

From the top you can see all around.

Nothing I ever see is England.

Oh, well, it ain't. It's Texas.

Yes, I know.

But sometimes I... I like to fool myself.

I go up there and pretend that it's an English hill.

And that surrounding me is the gentle green

of an English countryside.

I hate your Texas.

(chuckling): Well,

it ain't mine, Miss Ashley.

(laughs)

I'm sorry.

I-I suppose we ought to be talking

about the cattle you're going to buy.

Yeah, I hope we're not gonna have

too much trouble about that. Why should there be?

Well, those people back in town...

Those people.

My father brought all of them with him from England.

He... He paid them money, he bought them farms.

Now they've all turned against him.

W-why...?

Why would they do that?

Winch.

Who? What?

Someone... we're afraid of.

(ominous theme playing)

Is he the one?

Yes.

You should not have told her.

I'm not afraid of Winch.

You should be.

Do you like the house, Mr. Yates?

Well, one thing's for sure,

I've never seen anything like it.

My father had an architect build it.

It's Georgian.

Yeah, I was in Georgia, about two or three years ago.

Heh. Not Georgia, Mr. Yates,

King George.

Oh? What's he got to do with it?

The... The Georgian period.

Sure.

(piano playing romantic music)

Oh.

Miss Laura.

Oh, Tompkins, this is Mr. Yates.

Good afternoon, sir.

Yeah, sir.

May I, uh... Ahem.

May I take your hat, sir?

What for?

Well, ahem.

Oh.

Father?

Father.

Ah. Chopin.

Very pretty.

Uh, Father, this is Mr. Yates.

My father, Sir Richard Ashley.

How do you do?

How do you do, Mr. Yates? I do fine, sir.

This is the gentleman who's going to buy our cattle.

Oh?

I wasn't aware we were selling them.

But w-we have to, Father,

it's the only way that we... Does Winch know?

No, but I...

Well, I... I think we should have waited.

Father, can't we for just once

do something without Winch's approval?

Well, my dear, he, uh... He is the foreman.

And a great deal of time was put in

in getting that herd together.

The cattle do belong to you.

Ah, yes. Yes, of course.

Um, where's your ranch, uh, Mr. Yates?

Oh, uh, no ranch, I've got a cattle drive

over on the, uh, Sedalia Trail.

Oh, my word, that trail's quite a way from here.

You... You must be tired.

No, not too bad. Oh, thirsty perhaps.

Oh, Laura, uh, get Tompkins to, uh, bring some tea,

would you, please? Good.

Thank you, my dear.

Well, come sit down.

Well, now, I trust you're not in a great hurry.

Uh, no, just as long as I get the cattle I want.

Oh, yes, yes, I understand that, of course, yes.

Do wish you'd talk to Winch first, though.

Well, you see, this fella Winch, he wasn't around.

He is just the foreman, ain't he?

Oh, yes.

Yes, he's just the... foreman.

SIR RICHARD: A liking for Chopin

is an indication of decadence, I feel.

It's so, uh...

Well, it's so febbrile.

It's so oversweet.

Don't you think so, Mr. Yates?

Oh. Uh, well, I...

I wouldn't wanna be sure.

Sugar?

Now, uh, ahem,

I can highly recommend that tea.

I have it blended and sent from England.

Of course, we don't grow tea in England.

Uh, as you, uh... Well, you...

You knew that, of course.

(chuckling): Oh, yeah, of course.

Petit four, sir?

Oh, they're cakes.

Oh, they are cakes.

(chuckles)

I suppose you'll be riding

back to your herd soon, Mr. Yates.

Well, no, actually, the... The herd joins me.

I just got to pick up the beeves I need and that's all.

Well, you can get them here, then. Can't he, Father?

Oh, speaking of Chopin,

I detest business, don't you, Mr. Yates?

Well, all I'm trying to do

is buy 150 head of cattle at six...

Seven dollars a head.

Right. How soon does the herd catch up to you?

In two or three days.

Oh, well, now, we needn't discuss it over tea.

Well, I was kinda hoping to get a bill of sale

so I could start changing the brand.

Oh, yes, of course, I understand.

Uh, Laura, have you asked Mr. Yates to spend the night?

No, I hadn't. Oh, I think you should, my dear.

All right, Mr. Yates, I'll, uh...

I'll see you at dinner.

Yeah.

You know, I...

I get the feeling your father doesn't want to sell.

Heh. Don't worry, Mr. Yates, he will.

Now if you'll excuse me,

it'll take me just a little bit longer

to dress for dinner than you.

Phew.

(ominous theme playing)

That's very pretty.

Making that for yourself?

For Miss Laura.

Beautiful girl, Miss Laura.

Miss Laura is very beautiful.

Her and her father are real nice people.

It would be better if you rode away...

now.

I'd just been invited for dinner.

It would be better if you rode away.

Why?

That house,

it should never have been built.

It's Georgian.

Don't whether King George built it or not.

It does not belong here.

What you're saying,

does this have anything to do with this fella Winch?

It has to do with death.

(ominous theme playing)

(knocking on door)

Who...? Who is it?

It's, uh, Tompkins, sir.

Hey, come in, will ya?

Shut the door. Shut it.

I can't find my clothes.

I, um... I have them here, sir.

Them?

Yes, we, um...

Dinner's almost ready, sir.

Yeah, well, great, I'm hungry and everything...

We... We dress for dinner, sir.

Yeah, well, I hadn't exactly planned

on coming down like this.

(laughing): Oh.

Very good, sir.

Yeah, real great.

Now, where are my clothes?

I, uh, took the liberty, sir,

of putting them in the laundry tub

while you were taking your bath, sir.

They were... They were very dusty, sir.

Dusty? They were filthy.

A drover's clothes always are.

Well, they'll be quite dry in the morning,

and I... I shall iron them very carefully, sir.

What are you trying to do? Get me thrown off the drive?

Oh, I... I'm sorry, sir.

I gotta wear these?

I think you'll find them very comfortable, sir.

Sir Richard had them made for himself

several years ago in Bond Street, sir.

Oh.

Bond Street, San Antone.

Bond Street, London, sir.

London, England?

London, England.

(chuckles)

Oh, a fancy-dress party.

Formal attire, sir.

Well, if I gotta. Heh.

Say, what are these?

Boots, sir.

Boots?

Some kind of a shoe, looks like to me.

In the vernacular, perhaps.

In the where?

Uh, perhaps I should explain, sir.

Yeah, will you do that?

Yes, you see, sir,

uh, you Americans have fallen into the unfortunate habit

of, uh, referring to boots as shoes, sir.

Oh. We have?

Yes, sir.

Well, I guess it's too late to do anything about it now,

so, uh...

I'll just put on these shoes and clothes.

You can go on down and tell 'em I'll be along in a few minutes.

I should really stay and help you dress, sir.

Why?

Well, I...

I should... really, sir.

No, you won't.

I... I should, sir.

Now, look here...

I... I really should, sir.

Oh, our... Our guest is late.

He, uh... He may be having

a little difficulty, Sir Richard.

Diff... Difficulty with what?

I gather they don't frequently dress for dinner

during a... A trail drive.

(chuckles)

No, I imagine they never do.

Barbarians.

Father, did you sign the bill of sale?

I don't approve of selling the cattle.

But that money will take us to England.

I have obligations here.

To whom?

Besides, I'm not so sure I want to go.

It's been so many years.

It would be like a foreign country to me.

But you're not happy here.

It's been 20 years since Mother died

and you've done nothing but...

Drink? Every night?

Perhaps.

I don't think I'd be happy anywhere else.

Doesn't it matter that I would be?

(ominous theme playing)

Ah, here's our guest.

Heh. Oh, come in.

Come in, Mr. Yates.

All right, Tompkins, you can serve now.

The clothes fit you perfectly.

Well, uh, uh, we're...

Your father and I are about the same size.

He didn't wear a size 12 shoe, though.

Uh, boot, I mean. Heh.

That must be how you looked when you were young, Father.

(chuckles)

Not half as handsome, my dear.

He is handsome.

Ah, ah, now, Laura...

Mr. Yates, I know the dinner table isn't

the place for discussing business,

but I thought perhaps...

Laur... Laura. Please.

I merely wanted to say, Mr. Yates,

you'll have no trouble in buying the herd.

None at all.

(lighthearted theme playing)

(riders approaching)

Where is he?

Where is who, Mr. Winch?

The drover.

I don't know nothing about him.

You were with the herd today,

you must have been the one who told him.

I didn't tell him anything.

Who did you tell?

Miss Laura.

Put the gun away.

Plan on using that knife?

Hey, Winch.

Yeah?

Got an idea where you can find that drover.

Having supper...

over at the main house...

with Miss Laura.

Here, come now.

Drink your drink. Have another one.

No, no. No, thanks. I...

Father, I-I liked to show Mr. Yates the garden.

Oh, yes, of course.

I'm sure Mr. Yates has seen a man drunk before.

You know, Mr. Yates, it's a funny thing.

My daughter doesn't like to see me drink.

So... if you'll excuse me.

I've got to get him back to England.

Yeah, I guess so.

It's this crude, rough life. It's too much for him.

We've tried to make a decent life here,

but it's impossible...

(footsteps approaching)

Mr. Winch.

No, I didn't knock this time.

No more than you're selling the cattle.

The decision is not yours to make.

I worked two years getting that herd together.

My father and I are very grateful

for your hard work.

I'm not looking for gratitude.

In a couple or three years, we'll be driving

our own herd north.

"We," Mr. Winch?

My name is Ben.

I'd forgotten.

There are a lot of other things you've forgotten.

But right now all you have to remember is

the cattle aren't being sold.

I think you'd better leave.

I don't take orders from you.

I think you better do what the lady says.

There aren't any cattle for sale on this ranch, mister.

Your horse has been fed. So have you.

Pack up your gear and go.

That's up to Sir Ashley and Miss Laura.

On this ranch it's up to me.

Not the way I see it.

Well, I better make you see it different, then.

All right.

I won't break up your fine furniture.

But he better be out of here by morning.

Now you see why my father and I have to leave.

You don't have to worry.

You can get rid of him any time you want.

It isn't quite that simple.

I did promise to show you the garden, didn't I?

Yeah.

(ethereal theme playing)

My mother loved it so much.

I suppose it reminded her of England.

Her first name was Eden,

so father called it Garden of Eden...

Just as he always called her Lady Eden.

I don't remember her very well.

She...

She died when I was quite young.

But I always think of her as being...

very tall and fair and... And always dressed in white.

Sort of like that statue.

Of course, I don't imagine she'd look like that.

I wish she was still alive.

I sure never seen a place like this, ma'am.

Nor people like my father and myself?

That's right, ma'am.

Oh, please, not "ma'am."

My name's Laura.

Yes, ma'am.

(chuckles)

All these rose bushes were brought from England.

Seems rather unfair, though,

that they're still blossoming and Mother's...

I don't know why I'm telling you all this.

How can I?

This is so... So terribly unfair to you.

There's no reason why you should be bothered with...

With my troubles.

You should ride on and...

buy your cattle somewhere else where...

Where you won't be bothered by a silly, frightened girl.

I'm not afraid of Winch.

No, I don't think you are.

(ominous theme playing)

(cattle lowing)

Hey, I don't like doing this without orders from Winch.

Ain't his cattle.

But he runs the place.

And he also sleeps late.

He had to ride into town.

You go help the Indian, will you?

What's this supposed to be?

It's a trail brand.

That's what it's supposed to be.

You've been helping him?

That's right.

I didn't give you any orders.

LAURA: I did.

You take orders from me, nobody else.

How many cows you've branded?

Couple of dozen.

And that's all you're gonna brand.

Look, maybe your hands take orders from you, but I don't.

I know where you got your orders.

You can forget them.

I bought these cattle and I'm gonna brand 'em.

You got a bill of sale?

That's right.

Who signed this?

My father.

It's his name, but who wrote it?

You?

I'll take the bill of sale.

Go ahead.

It's nothing but a piece of paper.

It's a bill of sale signed by the owner of these cattle.

Did you see him sign it?

I didn't need to. Miss Laura brought it to me.

Next time you buy cattle,

make sure the bill of sale is signed by the person

who's supposed to sign it.

You saying this is a forgery?

I'm saying Ashley didn't sign it.

Well, I don't care what you're saying.

You're holding up work. Now, get out of here.

(dramatic theme playing)

(grunts)

You're gonna have to kill me.

Hey, Winch.

(horse snorts)

Is this what you went into town for?

He didn't send for us,

if that's what you mean, young fella.

What are you doing here?

We got an interest in what's going on here.

What interest?

I see you've been branding cattle, Mr. Yates.

That's right. Cattle I bought and paid for.

Well, you might have paid for them,

but, uh, you ain't bought them.

Doesn't know what he's talking about.

Begging your pardon, Miss Laura, it's you that don't know.

What is it I don't know?

Mr. Winch here owns half the herd.

I'm sorry, Laura. I didn't want you to know.

Well, he only owns half the herd,

the other half you could...

Well, that...

wouldn't make 150 head, would it?

No, it wouldn't make any difference, no how.

'Cause the other half belongs to us.

(somber theme playing)

No one ever said anything.

We all love Sir Richard, Miss Laura.

He's a good man, but he ain't got no head for business.

We had to buy the herd 'cause,

otherwise, the ranch would have gone to pot.

He didn't have the money to keep it up.

(speaks indistinctly)

(sighing): Seems like I've been making a fool of myself.

You had help from her.

So did I.

Well, I...

I ain't much at apologies, Mr. Winch.

Heh. Find me someone who is and I'll take lessons.

I'm like you, Mr. Yates, I didn't come into this natural.

Most I wanted to be was... Was a foreman when I started.

But I never met people like... Like the Ashleys before.

They live in a different world.

Yeah, why do they do that?

Well, they're... They're English somebodies.

Uh, blue blood, I guess, is the word.

They're trying to keep something alive

that can't be kept alive out here.

Tradition.

Yeah, it is sort of strange.

Yeah, it took me awhile to understand.

They can't sell their kind of house.

They can't sell the silver you ate off.

They can't sell what has to be sold

to take a trip to England.

Especially for a woman who wouldn't be welcome there.

Why wouldn't she be welcome there?

Mr. Yates.

Yeah?

It's a good thing you came along.

It's about time she knew the cattle weren't hers.

I've been trying to protect her.

Hoping to build up a herd and take it up to Sedalia

so she could keep on playing the English lady...

If that's what she really wanted.

You don't want her to go back to England, do you?

I'd be lying if I said I did.

Well...

it's a good thing I didn't brand more than a couple dozen head.

I guess the best thing I can do is get back to my herd.

The only thing is, uh, she's got the money.

Let's get back to the house and get it.

(dramatic theme playing)

Father, is the herd yours?

What do you mean?

Did you sell the cattle?

Yes.

I'm sorry, Laura.

I... I saw no reason to tell you before.

Thank you, Father.

Thank you for letting me know

what everyone else knew before I knew it.

Sir Richard,

Mr. Yates decided not to buy the cattle here.

Yeah, that's right.

Oh, thank you.

There's only thing, though... Oh, the money.

Yes, yes, of course. I'll get it for you.

Excuse me.

Laura!

You can't do this!

You can come with me, Father, or stay here.

But we have no money. I have.

SIR RICHARD: Doesn't belong to us.

Look, Miss Laura, that money belongs to my trail boss.

You bought those cattle, Mr. Yates, take them.

They weren't yours to sell.

Well, then take the house. Or the tea service.

Or the garden maybe.

Laura. Now, listen to me.

Only if you come with me, Father.

We can't go back to England.

Why can't we?

Because we don't belong there!

Of course we do. We...

We should go back to the land where...

What do you mean, "we don't belong there"?

Where we are is good enough. I...

I wouldn't be unhappy about that. I...

I wouldn't be too eager to leave it.

Why don't we belong there?

I was cashiered from my regiment.

For stealing... regimental funds.

I wasn't jailed because...

I was a gentleman.

But I can't go back!

Is that clear!?

Then I'll go without you.

One thief in the family is enough.

Why don't you try and stop me?

Thief.

(dramatic theme playing)

You can take money that doesn't belong to you?

Maybe I'll do a better job of it than you did.

No, there's only one way to stop you and stop you I must.

Now, listen, Laura.

Lady Eden was childless.

Childless?

She was my mother.

She died before you were born.

If she wasn't my mother, who was?

I... I was lonely after she died, and I...

married again.

Who was my mother?

I kept the marriage secret.

It was easy in this isolated spot

to pass you off as Lady Eden's child.

Who was my mother!?

Your mother... is Oneewa.

Oneewa?

My nurse?

She brought me up after Mother died.

She's a... She's a servant.

She's your mother... and my wife.

(crying): She's an Indian.

I can't ask forgiveness.

Just understanding.

I'm a... I'm a half-breed.

Mr. Yates.

I'm the English lady whose...

Whose elegance impressed you so.

Even frightened you at dinner last night, didn't it?

Yeah, it... It did that.

And afterwards when you kissed me,

you thought you were kissing a lady, didn't you?

Well, you were wrong.

You were kissing a squaw.

(crying): Aren't you ashamed of yourself?

Kissing a squaw?!

Look, it didn't make no difference to me.

Oh, thank you. Thank you very much!

But I don't want...

I don't want your charity or your money!

Ben?

You wanted me, didn't you?

Did you know what you wanted was a half-breed?

Not Indian, not white, but...

something in-between.

You better go inside. No.

No, I don't belong there.

That's for gentlefolk.

Gentlefolk and thieves!

I think he'll be all right.

She had no money.

There's only place she could go:

Rim Rock.

Only thing she could do:

kill herself.

We'd better get your horse.

He was hurt trying to stop her.

Stop her!? Yes, I... I told her the truth.

That you were her mother. Why?

She wanted to go to England.

You should have told her much sooner or much later.

You're right, Oneewa. You're always right.

I... I was a fool.

Come on, let's go.

(tense theme playing)

Is she to see us coming after her?

What choice do we have?

None.

Come on.

What do you want!?

Or is there still something I don't know?

Nothing I told you is as important...

No, not to you maybe. You're just the same.

But I'm not.

I'm something different.

Something I despise.

Laura,

I want you to come home with me.

Home?

Home to Lady Eden's house?

Lady Eden's garden?

They belong much more to you than they ever did to her.

Don't come near me!

But you can't throw your life away...

Just because I've been a fool and a coward!

All you think about is what you've been.

Well, what about what I'm to become?

What in my life is worth saving?!

Laura...

listen, uh, I didn't know you before yesterday

and tomorrow I'm riding back to the herd,

so what I have to say doesn't mean much.

Say anything you want, Mr. Yates.

Anyone can now.

Look, I had supper at your place last night,

in the garden I kissed a very beautiful girl.

Meant a lot to me.

Last night you didn't know it was a squaw.

I wasn't kissing a label or a name, it was a woman.

I won't forget it for a long time unless...

Oh, I wouldn't want to spoil

your beautiful dreams, Mr. Yates.

(Laura grunts)

(grunts)

(Laura screams)

LAURA: No!

(screams)

He's dead.

Leave me with my dead.

No, you've got the living to look after.

(somber theme playing)

Sir Richard's dead. He fell off Rim Rock.

You better help him.

Then my...?

My being what I am doesn't make any difference to you?

You're no different than you ever were.

Do you still want me?

I never wanted anyone else.

Oneewa.

Come into our house, Mother.

Mr. Yates,

you've been put through a lot of trouble.

If you still want the cattle... No, no.

Deal's off.

Thanks.

Sir Richard thought that all the friends who looked up to him

because he was an English gentleman

would be disappointed if he married an Indian.

He wanted to spare their feelings.

The pity about is that...

all these years everybody knew.

(Western theme playing)

(sighs)

Hi, Wish. Did you buy the cattle?

Well, yeah, I, uh...

Well, no.

Here's the money back.

Well, you see, uh, uh,

the beeves, they were for a herd,

and it was gonna take Winch a year or so

to get 'em together, and Laura, she was...

Well, there's a lot of other ranches north of here, anyway.

I guess there are.

Well, next time we're gonna send Pete.

You see, people, they're...

Well, beeves are a lot easier to get along with.

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

All right, head 'em up and move 'em out!

Giddyup.

♪ 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)