Hyah!
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!
Rawhide!
Hyah!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Well, now, he appears to be in a mighty big hurry.
I ain't sure if it's he or his horse.
Well, I've seen better riders.
You know, I've been reading this book here.
Have you now?
It was written by this fella.
Happens all the time.
Now, this one's called, uh,
Self-Help or How to Rise in the World.
Kinda interesting.
Seems like some people don't need a book.
Mr. Wishbone.
What is it about this country
makes you wanna talk so much?
Well, you always said I was the worst horse rider
you ever seen.
I said it, it was so.
Yeah, well, look there.
Whoa, whoa!
Well, I was a liar.
Boss.
I see him.
Whoa.
Whoa, whoa.
Trail's fine for the next 30 miles.
There's plenty of water and grass.
Good.
Whoa, whoa.
Think somebody oughta help him?
Nothing's gonna help him.
You might embarrass him if you tried.
Yeah, you know what,
I was just reading in here about pride and how important it is.
Now, no fellow with pride
would want us to see him handling his horse like that.
He's really in trouble.
How do you do, sir?
Oh, I'm fine.
Hyah, hyah!
My horse seems to be a little upset.
Yeah, a little.
Oh, don't worry about him.
They'll pick him up.
All right.
Is he hurt? All right, mister?
Blast! Thank you.
Very unreliable animals, horses.
Does depend a little on who's riding them.
Ah, by the way, I'm Lewis Lewis.
Huh?
I don't stutter,
first and last name's the same.
Uncommon,
but neater in many ways.
I'm Gil Favor.
How do you do?
May I express my gratitude for your assistance, Mr. Favor?
Glad to be of help.
And I admire you for it.
That's for you.
Just 'cause I yanked you off that horse?
Ha-ha! Hardly.
Please, take it.
That's merely summons for you appearance
before Judge Aikens tomorrow morning at 10:00,
Court house, Bentley, Texas.
Glad to have met you.
Hey, wait... Wait a minute. What's the charge?
That's a very good question.
I ain't heard the answer.
You will.
Plaintiff has been very thorough.
Here you go.
Ungh! Thank you.
Hey, are, uh, you the plaintiff?
Good heavens, no,
I know too much to get involved in the lawsuit.
Oh, yes.
A little late, but in time nevertheless.
Sheriff's deputies, Mr. Favor,
they'll be staying with your herd for a while.
What for?
To make sure it isn't moved until the trial is over
and a decision is rendered. Whose idea was that?
The plaintiff's lawyer, a good man.
And who's he?
I am.
Well, see you in court.
Little squirt.
You should've let him break his neck.
And I hope you two are satisfied.
Why? You helped him, didn't you?
Better let me have a look at that paper.
What do you wanna look at it for?
Well, my brother's had a lot of experience
in legal matters at one time or another.
Well, you ain't your brother.
I'm pretty close related to him.
You know anything about that, boss?
Look, we got six hours of daylight, boss.
We gotta get this herd moving.
We also got a couple of deputies to see that we don't.
And I don't want any trouble from 'em.
You won't have any trouble from me,
I've been reading this book on how to control my temper.
Well, just so you don't lose your place,
you'd better go into town with me tomorrow morning.
You worried about it?
I got no reason to worry about the law.
I don't like the way that lawyer looks at it.
Oh, morning, judge.
Tell 'em to stand up.
Ain't got a chance, judge.
Do as I say.
Judge Aikens in the court, please stand up.
What'd I tell you?
You may ask 'em to be seated.
Take your seats.
Uh, the first case on the calendar
is North against Favor.
Is the defendant present?
I'm here.
Take the stand.
Raise your right hand.
Solemnly swear to tell the truth, the whole truth,
and nothing but the truth, so help you God?
Yeah, I do.
Would you mind sitting somewhere else?
Sure, I mind.
Nobody's gonna ask you twice, friend.
Forget it, Jim.
Carol? Sit over here.
Rance, would you really have shot them?
Of course he would.
Carol, sit down next to me.
Philip, over there next to Carol, please.
Rance.
Good morning, Mrs. North.
Good morning, Lewis.
Good morning, Mrs. North.
Who is that man?
The defendant.
Go ahead, Lewis.
You may be seated, Mr. Favor.
May I get the lady's permission too?
Mr. Favor,
you were summoned here
to answer a very serious charge.
The said charge being
that you are in possession of stolen property,
consisting of 750 head of cattle
belonging to the plaintiff.
Now, the plaintiff seeks the return of her property.
And she furthermore asks damages for time and money expended
for bringing this case before the court.
Finally, the plaintiff asks
that the court order the said stolen property
to be returned to the point of origin.
Are you prepared to answer these charges?
I can account for every head of cattle in my herd.
It's not quite as simple as that, Mr. Favor.
May I proceed, Your Honor?
Please do.
Mr. Favor,
what is your occupation?
Trail boss.
You're engaged in that occupation now?
No, I'm wasting my time in a courtroom.
Your answer was not responsive, Mr. Favor.
What was it?
Dangerously near contempt of court.
Look, Your Honor, I'm sorry,
but I got 3,000 head of cattle outside of town,
and they've been there since yesterday noon.
Uh, do you own those cattle, Mr. Favor?
No.
Who does own them?
Thirty-odd ranchers, down around San Antone.
Uh, in order to save time,
I will stipulate that 2,250 of those cattle
were legally turned over to Mr. Favor,
by their legal owners,
and that you are in legal possession of them.
Not 2,250, Mr. Lewis, 3,000.
Do you have written contracts
with those ranchers who turned their cattle over to you
to be led to Sedalia?
No.
Why not?
Half of 'em can't write.
You do have a list of the ranchers
and the number of cattle they turned over to you,
do you not?
I have.
Good, then you can answer this question:
Does the name Wesley Adams appear on that list?
It does.
How many cattle did Mr. Adams turn over to you?
Seven hundred and fifty.
I see.
Would it surprise you to learn
that Mr. Adams was not the legal owner of those cattle,
but that Mrs. North, the plaintiff in this case, is?
It would.
I wonder.
Why do these ranchers trust you with their cattle, Mr. Favor?
Because they know I'm an experienced trail hand.
On what basis do you trust them?
I'm not sure I understand the question.
Oh, I mean, how do you know that these men
actually own the cattle that they bring to you?
Look, Your Honor, those men entrust me with their cattle
for six months or more before they get their money.
They're willing to trust me that far,
I'm willing to go just as far with them.
Then you do not demand proof of ownership from them?
No, no trail boss does.
In that case, you have no real reason for believing
that Mr. Adams was in fact the legal owner of the cattle
he turned over to you, do you?
I got no reasons for not believing it.
We will attempt to remedy that deficiency
in your knowledge, Mr. Favor.
Is Mr. Rance in the courtroom?
I am.
Will you kindly come forward to testify, Mr. Rance?
You're excused, Mr. Favor.
Raise your right hand.
Solemnly swear to tell the truth, the whole truth,
and nothing but the truth, so help you God?
I do.
Kindly be seated, Mr. Rance.
Mr. Rance, what is your relationship to the plaintiff
in this case?
Uh, I withdraw the question.
Are you employed by Mrs. North?
I am.
Uh, acting in that capacity,
did you make a trip to San Antonio?
I did.
For what purpose?
I was looking for Wesley Adams and 750 head of cattle.
The 750 head of cattle that you refer to
belong to Mrs. North.
In fact, they represent the annual shipment of beef
that Mrs. North makes to the military authorities
in Fort Serito in the southern part of this state?
Yeah.
And Mr. Wesley Adams' job
was to deliver the cattle to the military authorities.
It was.
Did Mr. Adams carry out his orders?
No.
What did Mr. Adams do with the 750 head of cattle
belonging to Mrs. North?
He turned them over to a trail boss, name of Favor.
I have here a signed statement
by one Wesley Adams
admitting the theft of Mrs. North's cattle
and of the illegal consignment to Mr. Favor,
witnessed and notarized, as you will observe.
It certainly is.
Your Honor,
I'd like to ask some questions.
Proceed, Mr. Favor.
When did you go down to San Antone?
Two or three months ago.
And when did you break the news to Mrs. North
that her cattle were with my herd?
Two or three months ago.
Why wasn't this case brought up then?
It was inconvenient for the plaintiff
to travel to San Antonio in order to testify the trial,
Mr. Favor.
"Inconvenient"?
You could've picked up those cattle then and there
instead of letting us go to all the time and trouble
of taking them this far up the trail.
Uh, the plaintiff is not a witness in this case, Mr. Favor.
Your Honor, it'd take most of my men to bring those cattle back.
And I'd lose the rest of my herd for sure.
We're concerned here only with your possession
of stolen property, Mr. Favor.
You brought Adams' statement.
Why didn't you bring Adams?
After he signed the statement, he died.
Of what?
Uh, the question is not relevant, Mr. Favor.
You're excused, Mr. Rance.
Thank you.
I should like to recall Mr. Favor
for further questioning, please.
I'm a bit hungry.
Mr. Lewis, come here please.
We found it very entertaining.
But I'm afraid we've had enough for the afternoon.
My stepdaughter's a little tired.
Oh, of course.
Your Honor,
may I request a recess until tomorrow morning?
Look, Your Honor, I've got a herd to move.
This court is adjourned until 10:30 tomorrow morning.
Thanks, Lewis.
I'm sorry about the delay, Mr. Favor.
I was going rather well there at the end, though, wasn't I?
I hope you don't expect me to appreciate
your little performance.
Heh, I suppose not.
I really am sorry about holding you up, though.
I'll prove it to you.
Let me buy you and your friend a drink.
No, thanks.
I wish you wouldn't consider me your enemy, Mr. Favor.
Believe me, I'm not.
Now, you're a trail boss.
Do you consider yourself an enemy of the cattle
you're bringing north to be slaughtered?
I'd be happier if you'd phrase that a little differently.
All right, let's have a drink.
Give me one moment.
Hey, I'm not particularly thirsty, uh...
Think I'll...
Oh, take care of yourself. ...get something I like to do.
Youth is a wonderful thing.
I'm glad I'm rid of it. Much more restful.
Have another, Mr. Favor.
Alcohol is a poison.
But it does take the sting out of defeat.
In case you're referring to me,
the trial ain't quite over yet, Mr. Lewis.
Only in the literal sense, I'm afraid.
At this point, you might as well
try to melt an iceberg with a match.
I may make it harder than you think.
Ha-ha! It might be interesting if you could, Mr. Favor.
Lawyer like myself looks forward to a challenging case,
even if only for the exercise.
I'm willing to take the cattle back north with us.
When I sell the herd, I'll send her the money.
Your suggestion, while made in good faith,
shows a lamentable lack of knowledge of the law, Mr. Favor.
Plus a complete misunderstanding of Mrs. North.
Legally, you haven't any right whatsoever
to offer such a compromise.
Actually, Mrs. North finds the trial
much too exciting ever to accept.
You mean to tell me she's doing this
for the excitement of it? Oh, partly.
I know it isn't unusual for a woman,
but then, nothing about Mrs. North is usual.
I don't mean that to be entirely unfavorable.
Fact is, if you weren't on the other side of the fence,
you'd probably find her as fascinating
as some of the other men do around here.
I got two little daughters
that know better than to play games like that.
Somebody oughta take a paddle to her.
Don't think it would do any good.
Not at this point.
Might be less than prudent with Mr. Rance around.
Since Mrs. North's husband died,
she's been searching for something or other.
Entertainment.
Rough diamonds to polish.
Mr. Rance is not a diamond, rough or otherwise.
Paced.
And tawdry paced at that, and dangerous.
Another.
What in the world made you think that I'd listen to you, Mr...?
Yates, uh, Rowdy Yates, ma'am.
Yes, of course, you did mention it.
Well, you see, I thought that if, uh,
I came here and told you personally
how much losing this herd means to Mr. Favor and all...
Your boots are filthy.
Oh, yeah.
Well, trail droving
ain't exactly the cleanest profession.
Obviously.
You're a very attractive man, Mr. Yates.
Thank you.
Unwashed, but very attractive.
Did you seriously think I'd go swooning into your arms?
N... No, ma'am.
I appreciate your loyalty to your employer.
But I resent your opinion of me.
Ma'am, I ain't got no opinion of you.
You will have soon.
Goodbye, Mr. Yates.
Your case represents one of those fascinating examples
of the contradiction between law and justice
and our jurisprudence, Mr. Favor.
It does.
It does indeed.
Justice is on your side.
The law is on Mrs. North's side.
a triumph of the law.
And the defeat of justice.
Where you been?
Oh, I went and saw that Mrs. North.
You starting to look for another job pretty quick?
I ain't looking for another job,
just thought that maybe I could
talk her out of the suit, that's all.
And did you?
She threw me out.
Have a drink.
Bartender? Another glass.
Your idea was not a bad one, Mr. Yates.
Unfortunately, though,
the wrong man went.
And who'd be the right man?
Mrs. North is a mature woman, Mr. Favor.
She might listen to a man like yourself.
Hoo! She sure didn't in the court.
Precisely. That was in the courtroom.
You were just another drover.
Have you ever worn evening clothes, Mr. Favor?
Splendid.
I advise you to acquire some right away.
Whoa, wait a minute.
No, no. No, you'd be quite in keeping in them
in the Palace Hotel.
What's the Palace Hotel got to do with anything?
The Palace Hotel is the pride and joy
of the Town of Bentley and the County of Bentley.
It caters to the wealthy ranchers for miles around.
Outside, just another western hovel.
Inside, positively luxurious,
luxurious.
And terribly formal.
The Town of Bentley doesn't rate a place like that,
but Mrs. North wanted it,
and she didn't stop until she got exactly what she wanted.
No place like it for hundreds of miles around.
And, by the way, they cater to
and will outfit gentlemen who can afford to stop there.
Looks like I can't afford not to stop there, hm?
Tell the boys we'll, uh,
lay over here for a couple of days.
Uh...
Remember one thing.
Mrs. North wants to be a lady.
A gentleman would make it easy for her.
Good day, madam.
Good afternoon, sir.
What can I do for you?
Rent me a room.
Uh, that would be $10 a day, sir.
Ten dollars a day?
Oh, I'm afraid so, sir.
Uh, probably you would prefer some other establishment.
Certainly would.
Doesn't seem I've got much choice, though.
I beg your pardon, sir?
Only $10 a day.
How do you ever keep the riffraff out?
Oh, I'll need some evening clothes.
Oh, well,
we can furnish you with a complete outfit, sir.
Uh, rent or purchase, Mr., uh, Favor?
You trying to get me to wear someone else's clothes?
Oh, of course not, sir.
Purchase it is.
I'll send a tailor up to your room immediately.
Room 27 for Mr. Favor.
Dusty.
I admire the decoration.
You've done yourself proud, Mrs. North.
Thank you.
Oh, that should be fine, Alfred.
French wine.
Is there any other kind?
I've heard rumors. Ha-ha!
Oh, none for me, thank you.
Very good, Miss Carol.
You really oughta have some wine, Miss Carol.
Your mother never orders anything but the best.
She's not my mother.
Oh, stepmother.
My sister, anyway.
You always call me "Mother."
Does it annoy you?
Not especially.
I'm sure it doesn't,
Mother.
I drink wine.
And therefore, you won't.
My dress is barely respectable.
And yours is appropriate for a nunnery.
Would you like to see me enter one?
It really wouldn't be much of a change for you.
A toast, ladies and gentlemen.
To the triumph of justice.
And the confounding of cattle drovers.
Who is that man?
You saw him this morning.
Where? On the witness stand.
I looked at him, now that you mention it,
but I really didn't see him, did I?
Would you like a closer look?
We don't want him here.
Have some more wine, Rance.
It's really very fine wine.
You should taste it before you swallow it.
Will you join our party?
Uh, your idea, Mr. Lewis?
Mrs. North's idea.
Well, it wouldn't be proper to refuse a lady's invitation,
would it? Highly improper.
After you.
Alfred, another chair, please.
Rance, would you sit next to Carol?
I'm sure you won't mind, Rance.
Mrs. North, Mr. Favor.
How do you do? Miss Carol.
Brewster, Mrs. North's brother, Mr. Rance.
Won't you sit down, Mr. Favor?
Thank you.
Will you have some wine, Mr. Favor?
Thank you.
French wine.
Is there any other kind?
Alfred, the menus, please.
You sure Mr. Favor's staying at this hotel?
Yeah, this is where he said.
Well, there's no sense standing around arguing
is he is or is he isn't.
Let's go see.
Haven't you ever seen the inside
of a hotel before? Nothing like this.
I thought it was just a plain, ordinary hotel,
but look in there. Fancy enough for the King and Queen of Texas.
If Texas had a king and queen.
Boy, I never saw Texans stepping like that.
I'd hardly believed it if I hadn't seen it for myself.
Wonder what happened to the boss.
You're looking right at him.
Well, there is a slight resemblance.
When I'd left him, he'd had a few drinks.
I don't care if he's had a few bottles.
Heh-heh! I sure would like to see him herding cattle
in an outfit like that.
It was a lovely dance, Mr. Favor. Yes.
Mrs. North?
Try Carol.
Miss Carol?
May I have the pleasure of this dance?
Your sister and Favor make a handsome couple, don't they?
I like him better than Rance.
So perhaps does she.
Do you like my family, Mr. Favor?
Well, I don't really know them.
My brother's very nice.
He's not terribly bright,
but he's completely devoted to me.
It's not the kind of devotion you have to deserve,
fortunately.
I think he'd even kill for me.
Oh? You need that done for you often?
I don't like Rance at all.
Somebody ought to get rid of him.
He's not good for Meg.
Preferably someone braver than I.
Let's kill him.
What an unpleasant thought
in the midst of all these festivities.
The dance won't last forever.
Neither, shall we hope, will Rance.
Do you come to dances often?
No, I'm afraid not.
Doesn't your wife approve?
She's dead.
I'm sorry.
But l... I did have to know.
It's getting... Getting a bit hot in here.
Shall we go outside?
Rance. She's not the only woman in the whole world.
It was a mistake, sending that boy to me this morning.
No. I didn't send him.
Come to the ranch with us tomorrow.
I'm due to appear in court tomorrow.
The trial's been postponed.
The judge know that? Lewis'll tell him.
Means more delay before we can get our herd moving.
Do you have any choice, Mr. Favor?
You have?
Well, l... I can't make up my mind.
You've been so persuasive.
I haven't asked you for anything.
That's what's so difficult.
Is that what you came for?
No.
I was wondering.
Will you come to the ranch tomorrow?
Hey, boss.
We didn't see you kiss her.
No, we just got here.
You know that keg of whiskey we keep for emergencies?
Well, those two deputies are now so drunk,
they won't even have a hangover until next week.
By that time, we'll have our herd plumb into the next county.
No deputies to worry about there.
Not till the lawsuit's settled.
Since when did you get such an abiding admiration for the law?
This won't be the last time we'll be running through Texas.
I don't want the law camping on our trail
every time we do.
Well, we might as well go back and sober up them deputies.
You'd better.
Maybe I oughta hang around a while.
Hm.
Anyway, you're a real good dancer.
Why, thank you.
Did you enjoy the dance, Carol?
Did you? Of course.
Good night, Mother. Mr. Favor. Good night.
Good night. Good night. Good night. Mr. Favor.
Good night, Miss Carol.
Thank you, Mr. Lewis.
It was a lovely day and a lovely dance.
What's the matter? Don't you think so, Mr. Favor?
Good night, Mrs. North.
You will come to the ranch tomorrow?
Mm-hm.
Rance.
My reputation.
Don't treat me like a hired hand.
Not when we're alone. Have I ever?
That trail boss... Oh, don't worry about him.
I never worry about anything I can put a bullet through.
Rance, you know why I treat you like a hired hand in public?
Because you are a hired hand.
You're not telling me anything I didn't already know.
Take the herd to Sedalia.
Sell it and keep half the money.
Heh. How do you know I won't keep all the money?
'Cause I'll send my big brother along
to see that you don't.
That's a good idea.
I will send Brewster along to help you out.
After you sell the herd, come back.
Not as a hired hand,
but as a man with money in his own right.
And then ask me to marry you.
That herd doesn't belong to me.
I'll sign half of it over to you right now.
It doesn't belong to you either.
It will tomorrow. I'm buying it.
If Favor will sell it.
He has no choice. And I'm keeping him here.
Why?
You're a match for any man alive.
But 20 drovers is too many for even you to face down.
Especially if their own trail boss is along.
They'd... Oh, Rance, I want you to come back.
I haven't finished writing.
It can wait.
Why pick me?
I, um, asked you, Mrs. North.
Why pick me to run your ranch?
It's so difficult to get anything beautiful
to grow out here.
I try.
Why you, Mr. Favor?
Do you want me to flatter you?
The truth would do.
I have to get someone to replace Rance. He's leaving.
Mm? Does he know that?
He knows.
I found another job trail boss.
You're sending the herd north?
Yes. The one you're selling me.
Now, if the court case goes through,
and they order you to return my cattle to San Antone,
you're going to lose the herd anyway.
Shouldn't we wait until the case is settled in court?
But you'll lose not only your money
but the money of all those people who trusted you.
Would you ever be able to make it up to them?
You know the answer to that.
Sell me the herd.
At Sedalia prices. I'll pay you in cash.
And you'll be able to return the money
to all those poor ranchers who believed in you.
You're sure taking the long way around
to find yourself a new foreman.
How long does it take to get a herd to Sedalia?
From here? Two months.
Two months.
Then Rance'll be coming back.
I'm afraid of him, Mr. Favor.
You've got nothing to be afraid of.
You own the law in Bentley. You've proved that.
You don't think Rance would let the law stop him, do you?
Please, stay here with me.
Be here with me when he gets back.
I want to have a chance to be free of him.
Please.
We're ready to ride, Meg.
If Mr. Favor's made up his mind.
Not doing much talking, is he?
Two months.
Be careful.
Now, you know what to do, Philip.
Heh-heh! Make sure Rance doesn't run away with all the money.
That was a joke.
Don't worry, I'll keep the drovers off his back.
Two months.
Be careful.
Well, aren't you finished? I'm finished.
That guy in the black is gonna be the trail boss?
He's the owner's legal representative.
Yeah, but trail boss?
You can quit if you want to.
Like you did, huh?
He's giving you a big choice.
We're giving him more of a choice.
We can run or fight. Now, what are we gonna do?
The herd is sold.
Nothing to fight about.
Yeah, all packed, Mr. Favor.
Good. You'll all be doing the same job for the same pay.
One trail boss to the other. So long.
Only trouble with Rowdy is he just don't have
very close connection between his brains and his mouth.
I don't blame him. Oh, I'm not apologizing for him.
I feel the same way.
Only thing is, I know you didn't have any choice.
You've got all those little ranchers to think about.
Well, being a drover's
no life for any sensible man anyway.
You're always either freezing or baking.
Either that, or you've got saddle sores.
If you haven't got saddle sores, it's only 'cause you broke a leg
and haven't been able to sit on your...
Yeah.
Bye, Wish.
It's time you drovers started earning your pay.
Get the herd moving.
You won't need that.
Not yet.
I got something I wanna show you.
I brought your horse.
Overheard a couple of the night guards making plans.
What kind of plans?
They don't want either one of us to reach Sedalia alive.
They're right down in that gulley.
Mr. Favor.
Payment in full, Mr. Favor.
With Mrs. North's compliments.
Speaking of the lady, she's late.
I'll miss my coach if she doesn't hurry.
There's no reason to look so grim, Mr. Favor.
The prospect is very pleasing, I should say.
You and Mrs. North riding all the way together
to San Antonio.
You to give your ranchers their money
much sooner than they'd hoped for,
she to arrange matters with the military in Fort Serito.
So many hours, so many miles for the pair of you together.
You'll miss your coach.
Yes, of course.
Trail boss is supposed to be with his herd, ain't he?
Not a trail boss anymore.
Discharged.
By who?
Brewster.
Mrs. North's big brother, Brewster.
He have the authority?
Had a gun. Used it.
Once.
Never use it again.
Big brother's dead.
Had a gun.
He... tried to shoot me in the back.
Too slow. He was too slow, that's all.
You got a gun too, Favor.
He may have been slow,
but he was fast enough to get a good piece of you.
I said, you got a gun too.
Oh, not being a gunslinger.
I wouldn't have had a chance with you before.
Right now, I'm afraid you haven't got a chance against me.
Maybe you're right.
Maybe so.
I got no fight against you, anyways.
Never did have.
It's her.
Listen to me.
Nobody's ever told her what she is.
Not Adams. I know, l...
I gunned him down before he had the chance.
Not Brewster, 'cause he died too quick,
too far away from here.
He died 'cause he... He was sent out by her to kill me.
Let me tell her what she is.
All right.
Take care of Carol and see that everything is all right.
My coach will follow along after you.
Don't worry about the house. I'll take care of it.
Good, Carol.
Rance. Rance.
Hired hand Rance.
Where's Philip?
Face-down in the dirt where you sent him.
Rance. There's blood on your hand.
Mine. Everything's gone wrong, Rance.
l... I'll make it right.
We'll be back the way we used to be, I promise.
Yeah. Promise me.
Such... Such a lovely dance,
Mr. Favor.
Such a love...
Mr. Favor, please.
Take me away from here. All right.
I'll take you east with me.
But... why? Why you, Mr. Lewis?
Your father was my best friend.
And I loved her.
I knew the score.
Nevertheless...
You better get back to your herd, Mr. Favor.
Uh... the check first, please.
I'll write to you in Sedalia
and tell you where to send the money for Miss Carol's cattle.
Sure.
And I heard such a wonderful case against you.
Goodbye.
Oh, Brewster was shot.
And this fellow Rance rode off. Why aren't you with the herd?
You're supposed to be ramrodding.
Well, I ain't ramrod. You don't even own the herd anymore.
It's my herd, and until I fire you,
which may be any minute,
you're ramrodding.
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!
Rawhide!
Hyah!