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 and throw and brand 'em
Soon we'll be living 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!
Why don't you lay down
And go to sleep
You stupid, miserable, ornery critters
Why don't you lay down
Lay down and sleep
You got your canteen?
Sure quiet. Can't even hear a coyote.
Thanks, Moby.
You lousy bronco
Slap-sided, four-headed, moss horns, you
Why don't you lay down
And go to sleep
You stupid, miserable, ornery critters
Why don't you lay down
Lay down and sleep
Sure is peaceful, isn't it, Jim?
Yeah. Almost too peaceful.
Makes a man wish it could be like this all the way to Abilene.
No such luck as that.
There'll be all kinds of wild times a-coming up.
I know.
Yeah, you know, this is good cow country.
They like it. Nothing bothers them.
Only trouble is, riding nighthawk, a man's got to find a way to stay awake.
Well, I sure don't.
This old pony'd take care of a herd all by himself.
Make a circle, not even jog me awake.
Oh, unless maybe a steer takes off someplace, but...
I'll tell you, Teddy, I sometimes think
he could even sing to 'em, if he ever set his mind to it.
Yeah, he's a pretty good old pony.
Yeah.
You lousy bronco
Slap-sided, four-headed, moss horns, you
Why don't you lay...
They're running!
Everybody up! Come on. Let's hit those saddles.
This is gonna take a while to clean up.
We'll get the grub and coffee in a minute.
Good, Wish.
Whew! That was some night.
I don't understand it. Why'd they run like that?
I don't know. One minute they was as peaceful as you'd want,
the next they was up and going.
I thought I heard shots though, and yelling.
They was shots, all right.
Quince told me he saw some riders out there.
- And where is Quince? - He's still out there with the herd.
What about these riders?
Well, he said it was too dark to tell who they were,
but they were yelling like Indians and firing off guns.
Comanches, maybe?
No, there wouldn't be any Comanches this far south.
More than likely, somebody's trying to make us think they're Indians.
Yeah, rustlers probably trying to run off some of our herd.
- Well, they done it. - Didn't they, though?
- We got most of them, I think. - There's still a lot of strays out there.
Yeah, scattered all over the countryside.
Soon as we get something in our bellies, we'll get out there and round them up.
And some of my horses, senor... suppose the rustlers got them?
We'll pick them up.
We'll hold the herd here until we get all that's ours.
We don't want to lose any animals this early.
- Especially not to any rustlers. - I'm itching for a little action.
You can get some action by getting this wagon back on its wheels.
Hey, boss!
Take a look.
Who are you fellas?
You come into our camp.
Suppose you tell us who you are.
You call this a camp?
What happened? Stampede?
And you wouldn't know anything about it, would you?
Us? You think we caused your stampede?
You ain't answered the question.
That answer it for you?
I'm sheriff of this county. This is a posse.
But maybe I have got an idea about your stampede.
How did it start?
Riders came in, shooting and a-squalling.
Rustlers, probably.
Sure. Redskin rustlers.
What do you mean?
The ones we're after... we cut their tracks a ways back there.
Lost them again in all that mess your cattle made.
Comanches raiding down this far, this early?
Not Comanches, Cheyenne.
Cheyenne way down here? You must be mistaken.
Yeah, they're Cheyenne, all right. Not a raiding party.
It's a whole band of them led by some old chief.
Men, women, kids.
Maybe a hundred Indians all told.
I still don't understand why they'd be way down here,
a thousand miles from their home.
Yeah. What's the matter, they lost?
Well, you might say that.
The cavalry was bringing them down from up north
to Indian territory with the rest of the Cheyenne tribe.
This bunch just cut out one night and disappeared.
Why didn't they go back to their homes?
They probably figured the cavalry would expect them to do that,
so they headed south.
Next time they was spotted, they was way down past the Brazos,
still going south, lickety-split.
Heading for Mexico, maybe?
It looks like it could be it.
But why the Cheyenne would want to do that, I can't say.
You say they got the state in an uproar. They raising hair?
No, not exactly.
They're not even fighting much unless pushed to it,
and just enough to get away.
They're stealing food.
So you think that's who cut into our herd?
I'd bet on it.
You gonna keep on trailing them from here?
Can't. We've been out six days now.
We're headed into Encinal for fresh horses and supplies.
Get a day or two rest, and then try to cut them off at the river.
We'll be out trying to pick up our beef.
What should we do if we come across them?
Send a man in to Encinal for us right away.
Let us know where they are or which way they're headed.
- Would you do that? - Glad to.
I don't know. I bet there's some beef we'll never see again.
Probably already in those Cheyenne bellies.
Hey!
What do you make of this?
It's cattle, all right.
Couldn't have been made more than an hour ago.
They got to be ours.
Well, they didn't come up this way on their own.
- They were driven. - That's for sure.
I say at least a good 20 head. What do you say?
Could even be 30. I don't know.
Well, it's hard to tell, the way they've tramped around this watering hole
with some Indian ponies mixed in with them.
Un-shod. Five or six.
What do we do?
Well, 20 or 30 head, that's about $1,000 worth of beef.
Sure as heck not gonna let them get away with it.
We better stay on their trail. They're probably pretty close in these hills.
Yeah. Scarlet!
Moby, you take the ones you got back to the herd.
Tell Mr. Favor I'll send a messenger as soon as I find out anything.
See you later.
Look at that.
This is the trail of the main bunch.
If we find them now,
it won't be just the five or six braves that raided the herd,
it'll be the whole band.
Well, just the same, we gotta find them. Come on.
See anything?
No, not yet. I don't like it. It's risky.
- This is a good place for an ambush. - Why would they do that?
Well, don't you think they know somebody's gonna follow after those cattle?
That somebody can hit the trail just like we did?
Ah, they're running too fast.
Not with women and kids and travois, they're not.
Besides, they never run too fast to protect themselves.
You're awful itchy, Pete. I've never seen you like this.
Maybe I know Indians better than you do.
Anyway, my advice is you go on back
and get Mr. Favor and the rest of the men that can be spared.
This is no job for four men.
All of us? What are you gonna be doing?
Scouting's my job. I'll go on and find them.
- It's safer for one than for four. - Maybe, maybe not.
We ain't greenhorns, you know.
We'll stick together until we find them.
Then I'll send Hey Soos back with a message.
Or we'll all go back together. Whichever seems best at the time.
All right, if you don't want to do what's right.
Tell Two Eagles come here to me.
What'd you find out?
About like I figured. There's about 100 of them.
About a third fighting men, I guess.
Well, do they look like they aim to stay?
They look like they're tired, like they've been traveling hard.
And they're butchering.
Our beef!
Only two that I saw.
They're gonna wanna dry some of that beef.
That'll take an extra day.
That'll be about enough time for us to get back with some fighting men.
Now, wait a minute, Rowdy.
You three go on back to that place where the roads fork and wait for me.
You mean, without sending word to Mr. Favor?
Oh, yeah. Wait till I get there.
If I'm not back by morning, you can tell him then.
Why?
Just don't ask me any questions, will you?
Why should I, Pete? What's bothering you?
What's wrong, Pete? You've been acting mighty strange all day.
- If you'd just do as I say. - What's eating you, Pete?
Well, it's something private.
Well, there's nothing private about Cheyenne butchering our beef.
Well, this Cheyenne happens to be a chief named Little Hawk.
That don't mean nothing to me.
What does it mean to you?
Yeah. What's it mean to you?
All right. I'll tell you.
I've never told anybody this.
Figured nobody's business.
Well, when the war was over, like a lot of other people,
I was sick and restless.
I came out West.
To make a living, I used to trade with these Cheyenne.
This Little Hawk and I became good friends.
I used to stay in his lodges.
His daughter nursed me back to health.
She became my wife.
You mean you married a...
That's right. I married a Cheyenne woman. His daughter.
You want to see her alone, is that it?
I wish I could.
She's dead.
All right, Pete.
You go ahead and do it your own way.
We don't want to part with 30 head of cattle, though.
Oh, I know that.
Mr. Favor might go along with the two they've already butchered.
Well, he can take them out of my salary.
I'll get the others someway.
You're not going in there alone, are you?
I just told you, they're friends of mine.
I'll be safe enough. But I don't know about the beef 'cause,
well, they're in trouble already, and they need that beef.
I'll try.
No use us going back to that fork.
If you get the cattle back, the four of us will drive them in.
Suit yourself.
I guess I'll have quite a bit of talking to do.
I haven't seen him in a long time.
I'll try to get back before dawn.
Good luck.
It is Long Arm. Run. Tell Little Hawk it is Long Arm.
It is Long Arm.
Welcome back to us, Long Arm.
You have come home to us.
Oh, you have come home.
Take his guns.
White Deer, I came to see Little Hawk.
Would you take me to him?
Is good, my son, for these eyes to see you again.
It's good for mine to see you.
It has been long. Too long.
Sad day when you left us,
but I not angry with you now for that.
Well, I had to go.
My daughter much to you.
Fine woman. Her loss great. All of us.
But no need for you steal away like guilty one.
I thought it would be best.
There was other woman.
Her sister, White Deer,
who was your wife also.
White Deer never was my wife. Not ever.
She stay in your lodge.
Well, yes, but she came with her sister,
and I let her stay because that's a Cheyenne custom.
She never was my wife.
Maybe better if she was.
Well, it's a white man's custom to only have one wife at a time.
But you always white man, huh?
You live with us, but you never become true Cheyenne.
You knew I couldn't. You could see that.
But you have come back.
All is well.
You come back when we need you.
Gods have sent you.
You need me. Why?
To guide us to lands of south where winter never come.
Lands you talk about on those long winter nights.
You mean you're trying to get to Mexico because of the things I told you?
Ah, you have not hear.
Bluecoat soldiers come and take us from our ancient home.
They put us in land which is hot and dry,
and the grass brown and without nourishment.
And I've caused you this.
Little Hawk, you must go back to the Indian territory.
Go back to dry and dusty land where is no game?
We cannot live.
But listen, they're coming after you, and they'll catch you.
They'll take you back, or even worse.
Cannot take us.
You have told us of river.
If we cross it, bluecoat soldiers cannot harm us.
We near that river now.
- Not true? - Well, yes, it's true.
It's probably two or three days the way you're traveling.
But they're gonna try to stop you from crossing that river if they can.
Cannot stop us now you are here to guide us.
I have a job. I've gotta get back to it.
You will lead us to river where bluecoat soldiers cannot come.
White Deer bring you food as woman of man should.
Kind you like. White man's food.
Beef.
Thank you, White Deer.
We not like it, but we have no choice.
No buffalo, no antelope.
We must not stop to hunt.
We must eat cows.
You remember Two Eagles, your young friend.
Yes.
My brother.
Young one used to follow you,
wishing to learn from white man.
Now he's fine, strong man.
Already counted coup three times.
Well, I'm proud for you, Two Eagles.
We say when we reach green land,
White Deer go stay in his lodge.
Only because we think you gone for good.
Now you are here. Not so. She is your wife.
- But I told you... - Please, my son.
Let it be as Cheyenne custom when you are with us.
Not quarrel.
Must humor old man who loves you.
Maybe you won't love me so much, any of you,
when you hear what I gotta tell you when I give you my counsel.
What is your counsel, my son?
That we go back to dry and dusty land?
Well, yes, because you're gonna be disappointed in Mexico.
- It's no different than this. - But you told us of those...
The lands I told you about are far to the south, many miles.
And even if you could go there,
the best land is owned by men who wanna raise cattle, grain.
There's no place for the Indians to settle, no buffalo to hunt.
Then you lied to us.
No, I told you that it's nice and green down there...
that year round, it is.
But I never thought you'd try to go there. Never dreamed you'd try.
But it is there to the south somewhere,
and when we cross river, we will be free.
Free from bluecoat army.
There might be another army. What about the Mexican army?
This whole thing is a dream.
What better than dream to follow, my son?
You know our custom:
Cheyenne not man until he has dreamed and found his medicine.
You will lead us to river. Then we will be free.
Little Hawk, I must tell you, I didn't come here to help you.
I came because of the beef you took last night.
I work for the man that owns those cattle.
Came to find them and take them back.
You not come here to find cows alone.
You needn't lie to us, my brother.
I already know.
You yourself taught me always to think, so I did.
And I knew you would not be alone,
so I sent out scouts who found your men.
Right now, they are surrounded and will be taken soon.
You know, we might have been a little foolish
having this fire out here like this.
Nobody will be able to see any further than we can see them.
Besides, we'd probably be frozen in the morning without it.
Well, maybe you're right.
Probably not looking for anybody now that's Pete's in there.
Si, senor, Pete will take care of it, I'm sure.
All right, who's gonna take the first guard?
Guard? Yeah, I don't know. I didn't even think about that it.
I thought Pete would be back before we need one.
What do you think?
Well, I guess it doesn't matter.
- What's the matter? - Don't move.
There's a rifle pointed right at your head.
- Hey Soos, what's the matter? - Only a little cut.
Well, it could've been a lot rougher.
I'm sorry. If I could've done anything...
Wait a minute. Did you know these people were out picking us up?
How'd they find us? How'd they know we were out there?
- You think I told them? - I don't know. I'm only asking.
- Think whatever you like. - Is he the head man?
This is Little Hawk, and one of the finest men I've ever known.
Is that so? You don't pick too good of company, do you?
Well, he did steal our cattle.
Now, look, Chief, all we want is our cattle back, and we'll get outta here.
- These men your friends? - Yes.
- Well, thanks. - Then I say to you,
yes, I took cows.
Sorry. But my people starving. You know why?
That's got nothing to do with it.
Yes, because what your people done to us...
driven us from land of buffalo
where we could live in peace and plenty.
We didn't have nothing to do with that.
You follow us.
Well, that's all right. We want to get our cattle back, that's all.
After that, you can go anywhere you want, do anything you please.
That's true, Chief. They're not bluecoats.
They're drovers. They're only interested in the cattle.
- And your friends? - My very good friends.
Better than Cheyenne?
You're all my good friends.
Ah. Then I two-time sorry I took cows.
But cannot return. My people must live.
But you good friends of Long Arm. I make you goods in trade.
Hides, robes, moccasins, pemmican.
We have no use for stuff like that.
We have no way of carrying it even if we wanted it.
We're in the cattle business, and cattle is the only thing of value to us.
Then you take nothing.
What kind of a choice is that?
No choice. You my prisoners.
Until we reach river. Then I'll let you go.
You're just a small band of Indians, mostly women and children.
You're wandering across these plains, coming from nowhere, going nowhere.
The whole state's up in arms against you,
and when you get down to the river, there's gonna be people there to stop you.
They'll even keep you from going up in the hills and hiding out.
- You're not gonna have a chance. - We will see.
Why don't you give it up before your people are killed?
Yeah. If you hold us, our friends'll be down that trail after us pretty quick.
If you want trouble, they'll give you a lot of trouble.
- You say you not care give us trouble? - Well, they're gonna be coming after you
because you've got us prisoner and you've got our cattle.
That's true. And besides, there's a sheriff with a lot of men looking for you.
They know you're in these parts. They're gonna find you eventually.
Listen.
It's raining. Raining hard.
Trail.
In a little while, no more trail.
I not think they find us here.
Put under guard. Take them away.
Not Long Arm. He stay here with his wife.
Wife?
It's her sister.
- That's how they convinced you. - Wait a minute. Quince...
Rowdy...
Pete, a man just has to decide who his friends are, that's all.
I'm gonna go with them.
You stay.
You want me to stay?
- Little Hawk... - Sit down, my son.
Let us speak together.
It is for you to decide.
What?
You guide us to river,
or they will die.
I just don't understand it.
I do not, either.
Pete wouldn't sell us out.
How'd they find us up there then?
I don't know.
And what's he doing in there?
Maybe somebody comes in before morning
and slits my throat for good this time.
The way I see it, Pete's in a trap just like we are.
The only thing is, these people are friends of his.
He didn't wanna hurt them. I guess I can understand that.
Well, I don't feel that way.
Nor do I. Comanches killed my father.
These ain't Comanches, they're Cheyenne.
It's the same.
They're Indians. I don't trust them.
You and me both, Hey Soos.
This ain't getting us anywhere.
There's one thing for sure... we gotta get outta here.
You got any bright ideas?
I just may have. You know, if two of us started a ruckus,
one of us could get away and get back to the herd for help.
That won't be easy.
The rain has stopped, but there still won't be much of a trail.
Well, whoever gets away will make their own trail.
They ain't gonna stay here after they find one of us gone.
I know, but with this wet ground, they'll make a pretty big trail themselves.
Well, that's true. Might work.
Tsk.
Senor, better than going to the herd, Encinal is closer.
Why not warn that posse, let them do the fighting?
That's a good idea.
Where will we tell them to cut them off at, though?
Seems to me, the way we've been going,
we're headed towards San Miguel river crossing.
What do you think, Hey Soos? You know the river better than me.
Si. San Miguel is the only good crossing close at all.
The rest of the river here is very bad.
That's most likely the way Pete'll guide them, too.
We can see to it if he don't.
Good. Then whoever gets away will go to Encinal
and get that posse headed toward San Miguel crossing.
Then get back to the herd and get Mr. Favor.
We'll get those thirty head back if it's the last thing we do.
Well, that's fine. But how do we start a ruckus?
- Pick a fight with one of the guards? - No.
We'll all get killed doing that.
There's one thing they'd be afraid of in this camp, and that's fire.
Fire? After all this rain?
Well, it's dry in here.
We could pile some of these blankets on this fire here.
That'll bring them running, I'll tell you.
Even if it doesn't,
even if the blankets don't catch,
they'll smoke like mad.
It's worth a try.
Be careful. You'll smother the flame.
Senor Rowdy! Senor Rowdy!
Quince, why don't you try to make it out the back?
Help! Fire!
- You all right? - Uh-huh.
A little burnt.
What happened, Rowdy?
Oh, uh, something must've fell in the fire.
Exactly what happened.
You all right?
Uh, Hey Soos got a little burned, but he's all right.
- Where's Quince? - Huh? Quince?
Oh, I don't know. Around here somewhere, I guess.
You tell us how fire starting.
Well, I ain't quite sure, Chief. Uh, you know, Hey Soos?
I do not know.
I think one of those robes must've fallen in there.
They say it started in the robes,
piled up, far from the fire.
I don't know now. I was dozing off,
and then all of a sudden, I woke up, and it was smoking something fierce.
Where is the other one?
Your friend, the other one.
He means Quince. You might as well tell him.
- Other one gone. Escape. - Kill them.
Wait a minute! Wait a minute.
Two Eagles, what good's that gonna do?
If Quince is gone, that's all there is to it.
Killing them's not gonna stop him.
You ain't likely to catch him, either.
He'll bring the others back. If they find these two dead,
you can be sure they won't stop till they catch you,
and it's gonna go hard with you.
We are not afraid of your friends or you. Kill them.
Now wait.
Little Hawk, if you allow this,
I won't lead you to the crossing.
We do not need him. I do not trust him anyway.
We must trust him. We need Long Arm.
No need to kill.
Let them come. We will not be here.
We go down to river quickly. You lead us.
All right. Let's go.
I say to you,
if we not cross river safely,
you three will be first to die.
You no longer one of us.
We're gonna move on as soon as we water the stock.
Sure hurrying us along.
We gotta get to that river before Mr. Favor and the boys catch up to us.
You heard what the chief said.
There's no saying he can carry out that threat once he's under attack by our men.
You wanna take the chance?
- Maybe. - Well, why would you?
I think you're forgetting that these are our cattle down here, you know?
I'm not forgetting. I just made the mistake
of thinking maybe your lives were more important.
I didn't say they weren't.
By the way, I wanna thank you for saving us back there.
Si, Senor Pete. Gracias.
But we won't lose them if we just slow it up a little, you know?
- Give them a chance to catch up. - Why take the chance
just for a few lousy head of cattle?
You really want these people to get away, don't you?
That's right. I do.
Why shouldn't they be free to go where they want to?
I ain't got any arguments against that.
Well, I have. I tell you why.
They rob and kill and mutilate.
I wish you could see what they did to my father.
That was Comanches, Hey Soos.
It's all the same.
Can you honestly tell me these will not do it?
That ain't the point. The thing is to remember,
that these are 30 head of our cattle.
I remember. And when we get to the river,
I'm gonna try to talk him out of some of them.
At least they'll be grateful to us for helping them out.
Until then, I'm going on the idea that human lives are more important than beef.
Two Eagles, were were good friends once.
Blood brothers, remember?
There's nothing happened to change that.
No? You will stay with the Cheyenne?
Your dreams are our dreams?
No. I'll probably go on back to my own people.
Then we cannot be friends.
Well, I don't see why not.
Your people and mine have got to learn to live together in peace.
I do not trust you or your people. They want only to kill us.
That's not true.
At least not most of us.
You know you can trust me.
No, look, I know I can't help you solve your problems
or tell you how to live your life,
but, believe me, I want you to live in peace like you want to live.
I do not believe you, my brother.
I think that you will yet shed the blood of the Cheyenne.
My husband.
You will not stay with us?
No, I can't.
I got a job helping push a herd up Chisholm Trail.
My husband does not accept me.
It's not because of you.
I never... I never did accept you.
Look, you're a real pretty girl and... but you're not my wife.
Only just through your Cheyenne customs.
And when I deserted you, I set you free from that law.
Now you're free to go be with the man you really like.
And that's Two Eagles, isn't it?
I am the wife of Long Arm.
I wait for him to come and rest beside me.
What's bothering you?
We're coming to a divide up there.
One trail leads to San Miguel crossing. That's the short way to the river.
The other one leads to a little out-of-the-way place up in the mountains.
Crossing up there.
That true?
Si. It is called the Crossing of the Rocks.
That's right.
Although it's a little farther, I think it might be safer.
There are no towns up that way, not even a ranch.
Probably no people for miles around.
Well, uh, aren't you forgetting
we're liable to have some people right behind us real close?
Si. That is true. Quién sabe?
You know, Mr. Favor, he might have been out looking for us
and ran into Quince. They ought to be right close to us.
You mean you think we ought to take the short way to the river?
Definitely. I think the faster we get them across, the better.
- You said so yourself. - I know.
And you were all for slowing them down. What changed your mind?
Well, something you said, I guess.
Anyway, I don't think we ought to chance it.
I think we ought to get to San Miguel.
Don't you, Hey Soos?
Si. It is only a little town. There will be no trouble.
And we can get there quickly, maybe even before noon tomorrow,
before the others catch us.
Well, maybe you're right. We'll go that way... San Miguel.
Don't cook anything for me. I got something to do.
Say, could you get us something to sleep on tonight?
Don't worry about that. We're just stopping long enough to eat.
As soon as the moon comes up, we'll hit the trail again.
Yeah, good idea.
What's the matter, Hey Soos?
Nada. My hand.
It's his arm. It don't look too good.
I'll send White Deer over. She'll know what to do about it.
That feel better?
Si, gracias.
So you're Pete's wife, huh?
In custom of my people.
What does that mean?
When he married my older sister, I went to live with them also,
to help her and be another wife to him.
But he not accept me.
Why not?
I not know.
He say it because my sister meant much to him.
You have a word.
Love?
Yes. He say he love her.
But he not love me.
I not know what he meant.
Now he's come back, you're glad, though, huh?
No.
For still he not love me.
And h... And he not stay.
And you love him? He means that much to you?
He means much.
More than any other man?
No.
Then why are you so sad?
Because I want him to stay.
Why?
Because he means much to my people.
He would help them as he helped them before,
when he came and brought us Long Arms,
taught us to hunt with them.
Long Arms?
That reach out and kill.
Oh, rifles, huh?
It was good medicine.
I see.
And now he might lead us to green lands of south,
where winter never is and grass is always good.
There we'd be free and happy, with plenty buffalo.
If only he would lead us.
Is that w...
Is that where you're going?
Away from the dry and dusty land
where your people tried to make us stay.
We would all die there.
But we not go back.
Tomorrow we cross river and be free.
Senora, is it not possible that across the river in my country,
it may not be any better for you?
Oh, it will be.
Long Arm has said so,
and Little Hawk promises it.
Your hand, it is better?
Si. Gracias.
Senor Rowdy.
I know. I know, Hey Soos.
Pete was right.
It ain't up...
up to us to judge these people,
and I'll be darned if it's gonna be me
who's gonna keep them from getting across that river.
Si.
I'll go get Pete. Wait a minute.
Pete, I got to talk to you a minute.
Go ahead. We're about ready to leave.
Alone. I got to talk to you alone.
Snow Storm, tell Little Hawk I'll be right there.
What is it?
Look, we... we can't go by way of San Miguel.
Why not?
Because the posse's gonna be waiting there, that's why.
How do you know?
Well, I didn't send Quince back to the herd.
I sent him to Ensinal to pick up the posse
and sent them down to San Miguel crossing.
You mean when you talked me out of going the other way, it was...
That's right. I'm sorry, but it was a trap.
We are both sorry, senor.
You darn fool.
We didn't understand about these people,
what they've been through, the kind of people they are.
They're just people like anybody else
that want to live in peace and be left alone.
We know that now. We've got to do something,
get going right away.
We're halfway to San Miguel already.
Are you sure that's where the posse's gonna be?
I'm as sure as Quince got away.
One other thing, too.
Quince was supposed to go back
and warn Mr. Favor and the rest of the crew.
They're liable to be behind us any time.
Then all the time we lose going back to that fork.
I'm sorry, Pete.
There's nothing I can do about it now. We got to get moving.
How do I know you're telling the truth now? You still lying to me?
I'm not lying to you.
All right, we'll go back.
Let's go talk to Little Hawk.
I do not believe you.
It is a trick.
I swear to you it is not a trick.
Then you were lying to us before, leading us into a trap.
No, he wasn't. I just got through telling him just now.
Why? Why you tell him just now?
Well, uh, she convinced me.
That's besides the point.
I just want to see you people get across the river as soon as you can,
and the only way to do that is to go back to the fork.
Yes, go back,
right into the arms of your friends who are following us down the trail.
That's something we have to chance.
It could happen, but they're only interested in the beef.
You mean we give it up?
You're gonna have to anyway.
You have to run too far too fast. The cattle will slow you down.
- You can't keep them. - You want us to give them our cattle?
I want you to leave them at the fork.
They can take the cattle back to the herd. I'll take you on to the crossing.
You not cross river with us?
Not unless you force me. But unless you leave them
and the cattle at the forks, I won't take you at all.
Then kill him. It is all a trick.
He wants us to go back so that his friends will find us.
And I say no. We will go ahead to the crossing of San Miguel.
Already we are almost there.
Two Eagles.
Are you chief of this tribe?
You give orders here?
Maybe it is time I did.
Yes, I say it.
This white man is not to be trusted as Little Hawk has trusted him.
I say kill him and go on to San Miguel where we will be safe.
Leave Little Hawk out of it.
You want to kill me? Go ahead.
Come on, Pete.
Cuidado, cuidado, Senor Pete.
Yaah!
I have shed the blood of my brother, the Cheyenne.
I leave it to you, Little Hawk, whatever you do.
You able to kill him, but you did not.
I trust you, my son.
We do as you say. We go up trail to fork.
- I'll be taking them on back now. - All right.
- I sent your guns back. - Thanks, Pete.
I'll be there by dark, if I can.
Good luck.
Over there, through that notch in the mountains, and down.
The river's just beyond. You can't miss the crossing.
- There will be no trouble. - Thank you, my son.
You leave us now?
If you allow me.
I could not force you stay with us.
It's like you said, I can never be a true Cheyenne.
But I do hope you find those green pastures where winter never comes.
Maybe we don't.
But what is man's life for if he has no dream to follow?
White Deer, I wish you much happiness.
Long Arm. My brother.
My brother.
Why don't you settle down and eat some?
Keep wondering where Pete is. He said he'd be back by dark.
If he could.
Maybe it was further than he thought.
Or maybe he decided to stay.
You know, that sister-in-law was a humdinger, if you ask me.
Or maybe they wouldn't let him.
Uh, it's Two Eagles that worries me.
Well, I hope nothing happened to him.
Oh, I don't think so, senor Rowdy.
I think the old man would keep his word.
Yeah, so do I.
Supper ready?
Why I was about to throw yours to the coyotes.
You sure took your time getting here.
Yeah, where have you been?
Country is kind of nice and green down that way.
Even look better across the river.
Oh, you're dreaming. It's the most barren country I ever saw.
Yeah, I'm dreaming, but I hope it looks greener for some.
Sorry about that beef.
Guess we can spare it.
Well, you can take it out of my pay.
I said we can spare it.
So you better get something to eat and some rest.
We'll be moving out in the morning.
Spent enough time chasing dreams.
Head 'em up!
Move 'em out!
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
Count 'em out, ride 'em in, ride 'em in, let 'em out
Count 'em out, ride 'em in
Rawhide
Rollin', rollin', rollin'
- Hyah! - Rollin' rollin', rollin'
Hyah!
Rawhide
- Hyah! - Rollin', rollin', rollin'
Hyah!