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!
He's still giving you trouble, Joe?
Oh, he keeps trying, but I think he's getting to know who's boss.
This is no place to be breaking a gut twister.
Don't worry, Mr. Favor. He'll learn.
You watch. I'll make him the best cutter in the remuda.
Settle him down, or I'll have to sell him off.
Any sign of Craddock's herd yet?
No. Pete's out looking for 'em now.
What happens if they don't show up?
They will.
He told me in Laredo he'd sunk every last cent he had into this herd.
If we don't pick him up, he'll go bust.
He ain't a cattle manager, huh?
Just a fly-by-nighter, picking up his stock at some of the smaller spreads,
gambling on good prices in Abilene.
Maybe he ain't worth waiting for.
There's Pete now. Maybe he'll make up our minds for us.
Scarlet! Hold 'em up!
Find the Craddock herd?
Sure did. They'll be coming over that rise any second.
But don't ask me how he did it.
- What do you mean? - No sense in me telling you.
You wouldn't believe it unless you saw it.
Is that there Craddock?
No, its probably one of his drovers.
Hah!
What's so funny?
Just wait.
Howdy.
One of you Gil Favor?
That'd be me.
Forrester's the name, Clay Forrester.
You've been expecting my beeves, I think.
Yours?
I was expecting Roy Craddock's herd.
It's the same thing. I'm his trail boss. He turned 'em over to me.
Oh.
Consignment papers.
Something bothering you, Rowdy?
Where're your drovers, Forrester?
You ain't got 'em all on drag, have you?
I ain't got 'em, period.
Wait a minute.
You're not telling me you've brought these cattle in all by yourself?
You've got eyes.
Now wait a minute, Forrester.
The way I see it, a trail boss who really knows his business
doesn't need much more than a good lead steer.
Having a set of brains wouldn't do no harm.
Pete, get some of the men and bring 'em on in.
You don't have to bother. I'll get 'em down myself.
Oh, no. I'm responsible for them now.
I may not know what I'm doing,
but I do know enough not to take fool chances like that.
Pete, I want a full tally on 'em.
Right.
You're going to a lot of trouble, Favor.
Those consignment papers check out, all right.
It shouldn't take too long. I know you wouldn't mind.
You're welcome to stay for supper if you want.
Supper?
I was expecting to make the whole drive with you.
I could use another hand, if droving's all you got in mind.
Since there's nothing else.
Rowdy?
Yeah. It's all right with me.
You start out on drag.
Drag? Now hold on.
Every new man in this outfit starts out on drag.
Where you wind up is up to you.
Fair enough.
Not that far from the bottom to the top.
Guess I'll start with my own beeves.
Think he's half as good as he thinks he is?
One way to find out... work him.
I told you it'd work.
No questions?
None that I couldn't answer.
Favor's not as stupid as you think.
Or as you think, either, Craddock.
With a full crew, he'd never put on another ten drovers.
Well, maybe not.
But I still don't see how you figure you can handle them all by yourself.
Handle the key man, Favor, his ramrod, and his scout, and the rest are easy.
You see that you and the men are at the right place at the right time.
Real sure of yourself, ain't you?
Uh-huh.
But it looks like you're not.
It's my herd we're risking down there, not yours.
750 head for 3,000?
Seems to me that's worth a little risk.
Wait a minute!
Where are you going?
I have a job now, and I'm gonna make a good impression on the boss.
Ha! Hyah-yah-yah! Yah-yah-yah!
I'll say one thing for him.
He do know what he's doing.
Yep, he do.
That county wall runs like this.
From what I saw, we ought to head up north
and go after that gap over there.
- Makes sense. - Well, not much.
You could save yourself a day, maybe more, by swinging the herd,
cutting south, following the creek bed.
Pete?
There's a creek over there, all right,
but it was running full of water when I saw it.
It rained up in the hills last night. That's just the wash coming down.
Be hardly a trickle by tonight.
Any quicksand?
You don't have to worry about that.
Maybe it might be better than scaling those canyon walls.
You might follow that creek all the way through, Pete.
Take a look at the valley on the other side. Might make good bed ground.
Anything else I can do while I'm up?
No. That'll be all.
It's sort of a long ways from drag up to that creek.
I had some off time.
I took a little ride to wash the dust off.
And just maybe you know this part of the country too, huh?
Yeah, maybe.
Rowdy says you're ready to move up.
Why don't you relieve Quince on the flank?
Anything you say.
Thought you'd be real glad to get out of that dust for a while.
There's no dust at all up at the point.
Hmm.
So you finally made it, huh?
Your ramrod knows a good drover when he sees one.
One thing I have to say for you.
Even though you blow your own horn, you carry a tune.
Funny you'd settle for droving.
I haven't settled for anything yet.
Just happens to be what I'm doing right now.
And what before?
Ranch-hand, wrangler, freighter, scout.
Before that, same as everybody else, soldiering.
Not an ordinary soldier, though, not you.
Started that way. Finished up a major.
Ah, that figures.
Then right back to nothing.
No more war, so no more commission.
You're good enough to get killed, but not good enough to keep,
except maybe as a corporal.
And you don't like riding drag.
For anybody!
Plenty of good chances after the war.
A lot of good majors, too, just like me, but the chances were all at the bottom.
This kind of drifting any better?
You never can tell where I'm gonna wind up.
For the moment, right here.
I'm not riding drag.
You're not at the top, neither.
It's kind of crowded up there right now.
It's not so far from the bottom to the top.
Just those last couple of steps that are so rough.
Plenty of good graze. Water, too.
I figured you'd like it.
What's the matter, Pete? Don't you?
Yeah, it's fine, but old big mouth was the one who really found it.
Forrester, huh?
Got a little sour apple stuck in his craw.
It ain't that.
It's just... Well, he ain't half as good as he says he is, he's about twice.
Yeah. I am getting kind of tired of that fella.
Well, if he's causing that much trouble now.
No, it's not that. He's doing a good job.
One of these days, I'm gonna knock that block off his shoulder.
May not be that easy. Seems like it's nailed on.
Well, I guess we'd better get bedded.
You suppose she needs help?
I'm sure you hope.
Afternoon, Miss, anything we can do?
No, thank you.
Easy, boy.
Oh, no wonder. He... He lost a shoe.
I'm afraid if you ride him, you'll ruin him for sure.
I'm well aware of that.
Why, it's a long walk back to town.
I can manage.
I understand how you feel, us being strangers and all,
but you do need help.
No, thank you.
Our herd's right over that rise.
We can get a shoe on in no time,
and you can be on your way.
Listen, don't you understand English?
For the last time, no, thank you.
Look, ma'am, he's only trying to help you out.
Listen, will you... will you please leave me alone?
Whatever you say, Miss.
Boss, we can't just go off and leave her here like this.
Lady knows what she's doing.
Oh, by the way, I don't suppose you've got a gun, do you?
What difference does it make?
It doesn't matter to me,
but you can't possibly make it back to town before nightfall,
so I'd suggest you make camp early,
get a fire going,
keep it going all night.
That just might scare the panthers away.
Well, so long, Miss.
Boss, she doesn't know what she's doing.
Yeah, huh, but there are laws against kidnapping.
- Yeah, but... but... - Oh, please, wait.
Boss wants us to keep them moving. There's some good bed ground up ahead.
Oh, you found it, huh?
Yeah, I found it.
It's like it's not all you found.
It's all you're concerned with.
Oh. Neighbor's personal property?
He's just lending her a hand.
Good. You tell him I'll be around later to lend a hand myself.
You just do your job.
You ready, Bailey?
Well, what does it look like?
Come on, boy, hurry. We haven't got all day here.
I'm hurrying, Mr. Wishbone.
Thought I told you to empty that on the fire.
Now, get going.
Well, what are you standing there for?
It's Mr. Favor.
It is, huh?
If he thinks he's going to get anything to eat,
he's got another thing coming.
Get it when it's here, or you don't get it at all,
and that goes for...
What kind of a scouting trip do you suppose that was?
Wishbone, could you warm up a cup of coffee for the lady?
Coffee? Why, sure.
- What are you doing with that? - Sir, you told me to...
Never mind what I told you.
Get a clean cup, and don't forget the saucer.
- Saucer? - Yes, a saucer.
Hey, I'll get Hey Soos to put a shoe on this horse.
He ought to be all right in no time.
Good. Then go out and shake up the men.
I want the herd in bed ground before sundown.
We'll make it.
Well, you make sure we make it.
Well, I kind of thought that...
You thought what?
Nothing.
Oh. Oh, right over this way, Miss.
See? Nothing to be afraid of.
Give me that.
Put that back on the fire.
Sorry to serve it to you like this, ma'am,
but all our good crockery's been put away.
This is just fine. Thank you, Mr...
Wishbone, our cook.
This is Miss Sheila Brewster.
- Hi. - How do?
May I get you something else, ma'am,
maybe a sandwich or something?
Oh, no. No, this is just fine. Thank you.
Maybe you could try getting me a cup of coffee, huh?
I'll see what I can do.
You just move out in this area, Miss Brewster?
Well, n-no, I'm visiting friends.
In town?
Mm-hm.
They're probably worried about you.
Yes, I suppose they are,
so as soon as you can get that shoe in my horse, l...
It'll just be a few minutes,
and I'll have a man go into town with you.
Oh, no. l... I don't want to put you in any more trouble.
No trouble.
Besides, that road to Clarksville is pretty bad in the dark.
Well, I can manage it. Believe me.
I'm sure, but I'd feel better about it.
Senor Favor?
Excuse me a minute.
The horse Senor Rowdy just bring me, it belongs to the senorita?
- Uh-huh. - That is very strange.
The horse has the brand of the United States Cavalry.
Nothing strange about it.
It's also got a Cavalry saddle.
How did she get it?
Well, I ain't asked her yet.
Look, you get the horse shod and keep it with the string.
Si, senor.
Will it be much longer, Mr. Favor?
Oh, only until you level with me, Miss Brewster.
Level? l... I don't know what you mean.
About where you got that army mount.
It's the horse they gave me.
Your friends in Clarksville?
Yes.
Yes. The only trouble with that is there's no such place as Clarksville around here.
Listen, you have no right to question me.
Will you... Will you just give me my horse back and let me go?
Look, I don't want to have the army or the law down on my neck.
I'll let you go when you tell me where you got the horse
and what you're doing out here.
Well, will you just let me go and forget you ever saw me?
Sorry, Miss Brewster.
Well, you can't keep me here.
What say I take you into town, then, to the sheriff?
You wouldn't dare.
You haven't given me any reason not to.
Oh, please, Mr. Favor. I beg you.
- All right, here's your coffee. - Not now, Wish.
- After all the trouble I went through... - Stay... Stay back, Mr. Favor.
Now, look...
Put that down before you hurt somebody, please.
- I'm warning you. - Look out, Boss.
It's worse than if she knew what she was doing.
Yeah. Please, Miss Brewster?
My horse, Mr. Favor... I just want my horse, and I want to get out of here.
Are you any good with that, Miss?
I hope you are because I'm going to give you three to hand that back.
Otherwise you better start shooting.
Hold on... Hold on, now.
It's a shame to put a hole in such a pretty face.
One, two...
No!
Leave me alone!
Oh, now, look what you gone and done. You made her cry.
That's a funny thing, Wishbone.
That's what I usually do to women.
I just want to get out of here.
Looking for somebody, Clay?
Oh, yeah, you. I'm hungry.
Go ahead. You're relieved.
- Thanks. - Oh, wait a minute.
Boss wanted me to tell you.
When we start moving out again,
you'll be working with me.
With you? You mean scouting?
Yeah, with both of us working out front,
we can cover more country
and find the best trail in less time.
Makes sense. Hope you don't mind.
I don't mind. It was my idea.
I'll... I'll see you later.
Easy, Clay.
Just some old friends.
What are you doing this close to the herd?
It's been a long time between visits.
I haven't had a chance to get away.
That's why we're this close.
And sticking our necks out.
The men are itchy.
They're getting tired of just sitting around doing nothing.
Maybe they'd prefer sweating and eating dust all day pushing a herd.
Yeah, now that you mention it. They would, especially if it's theirs.
Why the stall?
It's the way we figured it. The herd's in the right place.
And I'm the one who got it here.
I'll say thank you when the whole job's done.
The herd'll lay over in this valley for a spell.
I'll talk the trail boys into it.
What's the advantage in that?
There's a town beyond the ridge.
The drovers will be let loose on it
half crew at a time.
We'll be watching for 'em.
That you, Quince?
Quince?
I will take care of it, Senor Clay.
I try, Mr. Favor, honestly.
Coming out west, marrying an officer, living in a camp.
It all seemed like the most wonderful and exciting dream come true.
I don't know why I'm telling you all of this.
No, and if you told somebody else sooner,
you wouldn't even be out here now.
What happen to change this dream of yours?
Oh, I don't know.
Everything seemed so different...
the people, the kind of life,
so crude and harsh.
Well, it's a new country.
It's bound to be a little crude.
Perhaps, but I'm not used to it.
About this fianc� of yours,
you find him any different?
Oh, I suppose not.
Oh, he helped me.
He made things easy for me,
but he didn't understand.
Understand what, exactly?
I was lonely and frightened,
and I needed him so much,
but he was never there.
I hardly had a minute with him.
You ought to know an Army officer can't call his time his own.
Not even for his own wedding?
The day before we were to be married,
he went off on some kind of patrol.
I didn't even unpack my own wedding dress.
A patrol doesn't last forever,
and I don't imagine he's having the best time in the world.
How do you think he's going to feel when he comes back and finds you gone?
He'll be hurt, I suppose,
but he'll get over it,
and it'll be better this way.
For him or for you?
For both of us. Don't you see?
I can't marry him,
feeling the way I do about his kind of life,
hating every minute of it.
I'd make him miserable.
Seems he at least ought to have a chance to have his say.
Oh, what's the use?
He can't change the way I feel...
so I'd appreciate it if you'd let me go.
I have enough money to buy a ticket back home.
I can leave the horse in town. The Army will get it back.
Whatever you say.
You can leave tomorrow when Wishbone goes in for supplies.
Thank you, Mr. Favor.
Here you are, Miss Brewster, nice and hot.
Oh, thank you, Mr. Yates.
I'll take that for you.
What's the matter? Is she crippled or something?
What?
It seems to me, if she's healthy enough to go running wild all over this country,
she's healthy enough to clean up her own mess.
Maybe you ought to learn to keep your big, fat mouth shut.
Oh, not me, Rowdy,
not when there's something that needs saying.
Nobody asked you!
Just a minute, Mr. Yates.
I'd like to hear his opinion.
No, you wouldn't. It's not very flattering.
I'm willing to listen.
All right.
Where do you get off expecting everything to be so perfect?
What've you done to deserve the world tied up in a pretty pink ribbon?
I don't.
You're not just lonely and frightened, you're scared green...
So scared you're running instead of grabbing hold and fighting it out,
making the best of it.
Well, I've tried.
No, you haven't, and you never will,
so you go on back home where it's warm and safe and comfortable,
where you can have everything you want just the way you want it,
all served up on a silver platter by dumb jaspers like him.
Thank you for your interest, Mr. Forrester.
Anytime.
Good night.
You know, I sure wish you were stupid or didn't know your job or something.
Then I'd have an excuse to knock the tar out of you.
Say, that was quite a speech, Clay.
I never thought you'd get so het up about anything.
Ah, she rubbed me the wrong way.
So I noticed.
You know, it's a funny thing, though.
People most hate in others what they most hate in themselves.
Ready, Clay?
Yeah. How long you figure this will take us?
Oh, we've got about 20 extra steers besides the ones you brought in.
Can't be through branding much before noon.
Then we roll out?
Ah, I've been thinking, we've been making fast time.
Not much chance of finding grass and water as good as this again,
so might as well lay over till tomorrow, give the men a rest.
Yeah, might as well.
Oh, Wish, you can go into town and get supplies any time you want.
Be a long empty stretch ahead of us.
All right. No money, no supplies.
Yeah.
Oh, another thing, see that, uh,
Miss Brewster gets on the stage all right.
Poor little thing, she hardly slept a wink all last night.
Heard her tossing and turning, crying, even.
Oh, too bad.
And get 'em clean, and be quiet about it.
Don't want you waking up that little lady.
Good morning, Wishbone.
Well, good morning, Miss!
Did you have a good night's sleep?
Yes, thank you.
Fine. You just sit right down, and I'll rustle you some breakfast.
Oh, no, you don't have to go to any trouble.
It's no trouble at all.
Thank you.
Beautiful morning, isn't it?
Isn't it?
Is, uh, Mr. Favor around?
No, he just left to do some branding.
But he told me to be sure you get on the stagecoach.
I'll be ready in about an hour.
Well, there's no hurry.
Well, you just let me know when you're ready, ma'am.
Buttons are at the bottom of the box.
You don't have to do it, you know.
Well, I want to.
Well, fine. You just go right ahead.
All right.
Uh, do you like it crisp?
- Yes, I love it. - Fine.
How about a fresh horse, Hey Soos?
Any one of these, Senor Clay.
Oh, no, not him!
Why not? He belong to somebody?
Well, in a way. He's not fully broken,
and Senor Scarlet is the only one who can ride him.
Ha, you mean the only one so far.
Senor, no, you will be hurt!
Senor, please, senor!
Who's that saddling my horse?
The new drover, Senor Forrester.
he's either short on brains or long on nerve,
and he's liable to get both kicked out of him.
I try to stop him.
Why? Let him learn for himself.
He's a good horse.
It's too bad nobody's broken him in proper.
You have to pick that horse? He ain't ready for cutting yet.
Maybe nobody's been ready to use him for cutting.
You think you're good enough?
I didn't bring him out here for nothing.
Maybe a little showboating, huh?
Any unbranded strays left in this bunch?
I think we got 'em all. Let's go.
Hey, there's one.
Hey, come back here!
Look at that stupid...
I thought he was supposed to be your hand.
Get out of there! You're getting them all riled up!
He's messing around to get himself a hip pocket full of horns.
That was a stupid stunt.
You don't take any prizes for brains, either.
Look, I don't like digging graves,
and I don't like losing good hands.
Well, thanks, anyway.
You get in there and see Wishbone. He'll fix that arm up.
I'll get your horse.
Just a scratch.
Not enough to keep you outta any work anyway.
Thanks, Wishbone.
Here. I gotta wrap that up.
I'll do it, Wishbone.
What... All right.
I don't need any help from...
Just hold still, Mr. Forrester.
I, uh, thought this kind of thing was too crude for you.
People can usually adjust to things when they're honest with themselves.
Are you honest with yourself, Mr. Forrester?
Hmm.
Do you practice what you preach?
What do you mean?
Accepting things the way they are, meeting people halfway.
That was very good advice you gave me.
Look, get done with it, will you?
You'll hurt yourself.
You know, these people that you talk about,
being scared green,
well, these people that are frightened,
they usually do one of two things... they run, or they attack.
They keep challenging, they keep fighting back.
And that's exactly what you're doing.
Me?
You're so scared.
You're so frightened of others not accepting you, disliking you,
and you make sure of it.
Of all the crazy ideas.
Well, sometimes it doesn't work out.
At least not here.
Not with Mr. Favor and Rowdy and all the others.
They see through you.
In spite of yourself, they see through you.
How does it feel?
I don't know what you're talking about.
The bandage.
Hmm?
Is it comfortable?
Oh. Oh, yeah.
Here. I'll clean and mend this.
Get yourself another shirt.
Whew.
Ha!
Rowdy filled me in on what happened.
- Any damage? - I'm all right.
All right, take it easy. We're about finished up here.
Still pretty early. How about pushing on?
The boys got a rest coming. We'll lay over till tomorrow.
It's a shame to waste the time.
We've got it to waste.
Go on back, relax.
Yeah. Well, anything you say.
We're right here, Clay.
I figured you'd be someplace around.
Where's everybody else?
Back a ways, all set to go. What about you?
That's what I came up to tell you.
It's about time. Baines, get the men.
You won't need 'em.
That supposed to mean something?
I'm cutting out. The deals off.
Just like that?
No sense in going into reasons.
You wouldn't understand anyway.
I understand this. You're in on this from the beginning.
We worked it out together,
and I spent every last cent I could get for that herd!
You'll get it back when we get to Abilene,
even make a good profit.
You think I'd settle for that when I can get that whole herd?
Can you?
Favor'll have something to say about that.
You tell him?
No, but I will if you try anything.
What if I tell him?
Better play it my way, Craddock.
Make an honest dollar for a change.
Put that thing away. You want Favor's men to hear you?
What difference does it make now?
Nothing's changed that much.
The herd's still down in the valley. We're still here.
We just have to figure another angle.
Yeah.
You just save Forrester for me.
It's funny what'll happen to a man when he gets religion.
Where've you been?
Just looking around.
Found some good grazing on the other side of the ridge.
Ought to be able to make it by sundown if we started now.
What're you all the time pushing for?
I just think we ought to roll while the rolling's good.
And we'll rest while the resting's good.
Look, for the last time, take it easy, will you?
More rocks for the collection.
What are you still doing here? Why aren't you in town?
Well, Miss Brewster wasn't ready to go yet,
and anyway, I had to get something ready for the fellas to eat.
What's with the patching now, Miss Brewster?
Going into the tailoring business?
Well, it all started with a button on Wishbone's vest,
and the rest of your men saw me, and I couldn't resist them.
It really wasn't necessary.
I think it is, Mr. Favor. You've all been so kind,
and this seems to be the only way I can show my gratitude.
All right, but I'm afraid you're gonna have to disappoint some of the men.
You see, Wishbone has to get into town right after dinner,
- and you've got to get ready to go... - Yes, of course.
Did Mr. Forrester come back?
I just left him over at the string.
Fine. I think this belongs to him.
Wouldn't surprise me at all
if I ended up going into town all by my lonesome.
Hey, boss.
You by any chance give Garson and Collins the day off?
Day off?
I've been making my rounds. I couldn't find them anywhere.
- What? - We're pretty close to town,
close enough for temptation to some of the fellas.
They'd better get tempted to get another job, then.
You got somebody out covering for them?
Yeah. I got Quince and Mapes out there.
Just to be on the safe side, in case they got into trouble,
you'd better send somebody out to check on them.
Right.
Hey. We ought to keep Miss Brewster around here.
She's doing a heck of a job.
Take a better man than you are.
I just thought you'd want to know.
I've made a decision.
I'm not going to run anymore.
I'm going to stay.
Up to you.
Doesn't it make any difference?
To me? Why should it?
Well, you had a great deal to do with it.
Look, Miss Brewster, I don't know what you're driving at.
I may have said a few things I shouldn't have.
but you said a few things yourself.
They were true.
All right, they were true,
but whether you go back east or whether you stay here,
I don't care one way or another.
Oh. I see.
I'm sorry I bothered you.
Here's your shirt.
I mended it.
Uh, Miss Brewster.
Don't go getting yourself all mixed up again.
But you told me to be honest
and meet people halfway.
The right people, the right things, not some crazy notion you picked up
because you were confused and scared.
You've got a good thing going...
a good life ahead of you with that soldier.
Don't throw it away.
Oh, l... I won't.
Thank you for your helping me.
Anytime.
I wish I could have returned the favor.
Maybe you have.
Everything's nice and easy.
It's too bad it can't be this way all the time.
Yeah. You seen Quince anywhere?
Not in the last hour or so. Something wrong?
I don't know. I can't find him.
You don't think he took off?
I don't know what to think.
You keep an eye open for them.
- You find him, you send him to me. - All right.
Mushy!
What do you think you're doing?
Picking up the lemon spoon. You scared it out of my hand, Mr. Wishbone.
If I may be so bold as to ask,
what were you doing with a ladel in the first place?
What? Dishing out the new meal, Mr. Wishbone.
For who? Ghosts?
I don't see any live drovers around.
Well, you will.
I bet they're breaking their necks to here right this minute.
Well, they know you don't like late comers.
They know better than that.
I don't even serve late comers.
That's what I said, Mr. Wishbone. I think.
There was five of them didn't even show up for breakfast.
What makes you think any of them are gonna show up for noon meal.
We're all scared of you, Mr. Wishbone.
I know... I know I am.
Scared of me?
Well, not scared like birds of a scarecrow, but we respect you. You.
Hey, Wish, you seen Scarlet around anywhere?
Well, you got eyes. You can see where he isn't.
Go ask the boss.
Now how do you expect me keep this warm if you keep putting it out
and I have to place it back?
Get back here and put it on the fire.
Some of those fellows are liable to be late.
I'm afraid it's worse than we thought.
How many men did you send after Garson and Collins?
I sent three of them. I sent Scarlet, Dean, and Morgan.
Ain't they back yet?
Nothing came back, except Scarlet's horse a few minutes ago.
That's seven men. Where could they be?
It's about time we found out.
- Get a hold of some of the men. - Hold on, Favor.
I'll tell you what happened to them.
How do you know?
Craddock's got 'em.
We planned to take over the whole herd, all 3,000 head.
Say it plain.
I can't be any plainer. We wanted your herd.
It was set up from the beginning.
The only reason I joined your outfit was to get you to the right place
and pick the right time for his men to take over.
This is the right place and time?
Except for one thing. I didn't pick it.
I, uh, cut out on him last night, walked out on the whole deal.
So he's working this on his own.
You expect us to swallow this?
You'd better, or you can kiss those beeves goodbye.
Tell you what we're gonna do. We're gonna kiss you goodbye.
Suit yourself, but I won't fetch a penny a pound at Abilene,
and I'll be all you have left.
What are we talking for? There's only one way to handle rustlers!
Wait a minute. He cut out on Craddock.
Didn't have to tell us. We'd never have known.
It's a trick.
His mouth's so big, he can talk out of both sides at the same time.
You don't want to believe me, you take a look at the facts.
Craddock's already picked off seven of your men.
Maybe he's got a couple more by now.
How many guns does that leave you?
How're you going to stand him off and guard the herd at the same time?
Yeah.
All right. If you'll let us know where his camp is, we can go hit him.
No, that won't work, Favor.
Not as long as he's got your men.
He'll gun them down before you even get close.
Somebody's gonna have to get to them first, cover them.
- Somebody? - Yeah, me.
He's trying to talk his way out.
Why you?
Well, chances are I can talk him into believing that I've switched again.
Talking won't be enough to convince him that you've switched again
Need some kind of proof.
Proof?
Yeah, like me as a prisoner, for instance.
Boss, have you gone loco?
All right, Clay.
Rowdy, you get the men and guard the herd.
If we don't make it, do what you can.
Williams is gone too.
Craddock's getting a bigger edge all the time.
How far off is his camp?
Up in the hills, but I wouldn't be surprised
if his men were a lot closer, probably watching us right now.
Better start acting like I'm your prisoner.
Yeah.
- Which way? - Up there.
- See that draw? - Yeah.
You've got me stumped, Clay, coming back like this.
I just don't figure it.
Nothing hard about it.
You know I like the edge,
and when you started picking off Craddock's men,
the odds changed, that's all.
They did, huh?
You have got them, haven't you?
Nine of 'em, right back there.
You don't take any chances, do you?
Not with anybody.
Come on, take it easy. I brought him in, didn't I?
It was mighty simple, wasn't it?
All I had to do was play it innocent, like I wanted to spring his men.
Then, when I got him alone, it was no problem at all to take him.
That's how it happened, Craddock. I saw 'em.
Why, you...
Well, how about it, Craddock? Do we start moving out?
Only a dozen or so drovers left.
3,000 head of cattle, ours for the taking.
Ours?
You welshed, then you think you can come back
and pick up right where you left off, huh?
You need me, Craddock.
You'll never get that herd to Abilene without a good trail boss.
You know, with you along, I might never reach Abilene.
You see, Clay, I like the edge too.
Too bad, because you haven't got it.
You sneaked in and picked off Favor's men one at a time.
I told you to play it my way, Craddock.
Now, while you and I are having this friendly little talk,
some of Favor's men came in and picked off all yours.
Take a good look around, Craddock.
The, uh, ones holding the guns are Favor's men.
The, uh, ones they're herding are yours.
All right, that's enough.
You pick up the drift real fast.
Do I?
How'd you know Rowdy and Pete were gonna show up?
Look at it this way...
the way you had faith in me, I had faith in your men.
And thank you for everything, Mr. Favor.
It was all your own doing. I hope you and your soldier will be very happy.
Well, I know we will.
Now let's see if we can get Mr. Forrester straightened out.
He'd do well to stay here with us.
Uh-uh.
As soon as I get Miss Brewster back to the fort,
I'll just mosey around, see what I can pick up.
Couldn't do much better than here.
Maybe not,
but the only trouble with here is there's no room at the top,
and you know me.
- Goodbye, Mr. Favor. - Good luck.
So long.
Say, when you were talking to Craddock last night,
you almost had me believing you.
Almost?
I still can't help wondering.
I guess you'll never know, then.
See you around.
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!