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!
Your breakfast is ready, m'lord.
- Good morning, m'lord. - Good morning, Woolsey.
How's the weather?
Excellent, m'lord.
Did Pawnee Joe saddle the horses?
He's still asleep, m'lord.
Oh, no stamina, no stamina at all.
Though I daresay I did give him a rough time of it yesterday,
but if there is such a beast as the white buffalo,
I've got to bag him.
An "albeeno," I think they call it, m'lord.
Can you picture that bison's head in the trophy room at Brookfield?
Oh, definitely, sir,
between the Royal Bengal Tiger and that... that African tusker.
Remember him, Woolsey?
One shot, and the blighter charging all the way?
I shall never forget it, m'lord.
Uh, what... what is this?
A prairie chicken's egg, sir.
Quite similar to the English grouse, I believe.
- Excellent. - Thank you, m'lord.
You know, Woolsey,
you have a way of making me forget how far we are from Brookfield.
Indeed, I'd be quite lost without you.
Oh, no, sir, it's the other way around.
Ever since the first Lord Ashton set foot in Brookfield Manor,
there has been a Woolsey there to serve.
Perhaps you miss England more than I.
Oh, no, sir.
What I'm trying to say, sir...
Wherever we journey,
it's your lordship's presence
that makes it home.
Nicely put, Woolsey. Nicely put indeed.
Sounds like thunder.
Where's he off to?
Come see.
- Where are my boots, Woolsey? - Here, m'lord.
No, never mind, Woolsey.
Get my glasses, and hurry.
See what Pawnee Joe find.
What a magnificent sight.
Look at them, Woolsey,
the Monarch of the Plains, the great North American Bison.
M'lord.
Perhaps you'll find the albino.
Sounds like shooting.
Buffalo hungers... they make big kill.
So will we. Saddle up the horses, like a good fellow.
Better we hunt later.
You heard his lordship.
But better later.
I've waited too long for this moment as it is.
We got trouble now.
You and your fancy dude had better start backtracking.
If you're referring to me, my good man, I'm Lord Ashton,
and I happen to know exactly where I'm going
if you and your friends will be so kind as to get out of my way.
Mighty hifalutin', ain't he?
Well, I happen to be Mr. Bison Bob Driscoll.
When it comes to giving orders,
you better ask your guide whose word goes around here.
Am I to understand you're forbidding me to hunt?
If we speak the same lingo.
You're one of those "hide men," aren't you?
Then you've heard of me.
Oh, yes, I've heard how you slaughtered
those noble creatures by the hundreds and left their carcasses to rot.
Hides and tongues, all they're good for.
Not to a hunter, Mr. Driscoll, or to a sportsman.
Just to a butcher.
Look, mister,
that herd's our grubstake.
You or nobody else is gonna ride out and split 'em
or stampede 'em just for sport.
We go back now?
You listen to Joe?
He can tell you how risky it is hunting buffalo.
Man can get himself trampled
or gored
or even by accident stop a bullet.
Have you got anything else to say?
No. Just think it over.
Mr. Lordship, that Driscoll, he mean what he say.
Well, so do I. I came a long way for that trophy.
You stubborn man, Mr. Lordship.
Especially when my dander's up.
Now, I'll take my gun, please.
Here, but Pawnee Joe... he gots no dander.
You've found the buffalo. Your service is no longer needed.
You brave man, Mr. Lordship.
Or a bloody fool.
- You got that pony lathered up fit to shave. - What's the trouble, Pete?
Buffalo, right on the other side of that ridge is black with them.
Buffalo?
Yeah, and that's not the half of it. There's a big hunt going on over there.
They got hides staked out from one end of the valley to the other.
I bet it's the same outfit poisoned the water over at Sulphur Springs.
I've been itchin' to get my hands on them.
We oughta run 'em clear off the prairie this time.
What makes you so sure it's the same outfit?
They're all alike, Boss.
They'd do anything to make their kill,
use dynamite if it didn't spoil the hides.
That's right, and that poisoned water sure cost us plenty of beeves.
And two of our best cutting horses, Senor Favor.
We're going to have to tangle with them sooner or later.
War ain't going to settle anything.
Runnin' away ain't either.
Look, we've got a herd to move first.
Next we got a ridge to move them across.
Let's take our troubles one at a time.
All right, let's get moving.
Wishbone, pack it in on the double.
All right, Mushy, pack it up.
When, oh, when is it ever gonna be downhill and shady?
Help. Help.
Help!
Help me.
Help.
Help me, please.
I'll be back, mister.
Think you ought to come down here and take a look.
This fellow laying down in the ravine. Looks like he's hurt pretty bad.
Quince, get a hold of Wishbone.
Can you move?
T... Too late.
Well, you just hang on. We'll get you out.
We're going to move you, mister.
Lord Ashton.
Oh, I'm Gil Favor.
Gentlemen, sir.
True gentlemen.
Easy, now.
All right, Quince, take it up and tie it off.
That's enough.
All right, let's get ready.
All right, Pete, take your dally, and take it off slow.
Easy, now. Steady.
All the way easy.
Was something about the size of a buffalo gun, I'd say.
Oh, Your Lordship.
Lordship?
What happened, m'lord?
I saw your horse, but the guide was gone,
and I had no way to find you.
We just come across him down there.
He's been shot, bad.
Oh, Your Lordship.
Don't worry, Woolsey.
These men are chivalrous.
That's Mr. Favor.
- He's an honorable gentleman. - Yes, sir.
Mr. Favor, we're far from our native shores.
I know, Lord Ashton.
Woolsey will be lost here alone.
He'll need someone to take care of him.
I promise we'll look after him.
He'll serve you well.
He's the most faithful man I've ever known.
I entrust him to your care.
Mr. Woolsey, we're going to have to go now.
Oh, please, Mr. Favor,
it's just Woolsey, sir.
Oh, I'm sorry to make such a display of myself, sir,
but after so many years with his lordship,
to find him murdered like this,
a bullet in the back...
Unless you get some proof for that out here,
it'll just have to be written off as an accident.
He just happened into somebody's range.
Oh, I doubt it, sir.
Next town we reach is Sharpes.
You'll be able to talk to the Sheriff about it there,
and there will be an eastbound stage for you there.
But l... I don't think I quite understand, sir.
I promised him I'd take care of you.
Oh, I know, sir,
and I'll take care of you, Mr. Favor,
just as faithfully as I did his lordship.
Oh, look, I'm a... I'm a trail boss,
and having a valet on a cattle drive,
oh, no... no, no.
Oh, you don't know us Woolseys, sir.
You'll find that we're irreplaceable.
In many generations of service, sir,
no Woolsey has ever got the sack.
Wait a minute. Maybe I didn't make myself plain.
I think perhaps neither of us did, sir,
but Lord Ashton's word
is good enough for me.
A gentleman like you, Mr. Favor,
deserves a gentleman's gentleman.
What knot-head's shooting this close to camp?
Are you loco?
You could had those beeves jumping clean out of their hides.
Dear, me. I am sorry.
I was only trying to... to fatten the larder.
Oh, well, so long as you got them, I can use them in the son-of-a-gun.
What was that, old boy?
The stew. Stew.
Stew?
Oh, how perfectly dreadful.
Uh, no, I'm preparing these a la Marguery.
Marguery?
Look, mister, there's just one cook in this outfit.
Well, of course, Mr. Wishbone.
The sage hen Marguery is for Master Favor.
Oh, so that's it.
Well, you just don't know the boss, mister.
Whether you know it or not, you're going back where you come from.
Suppose we let him decide that.
Hey, something really smells good around here.
- Yeah, sure does. - Ain't that.
What is this?
Sage hen, sir, a la Marguery.
If you'll sit down, sir,
I'll serve you your dinner.
You'll do what?
Why, what's the matter, sir?
Sage hen doesn't disagree with you, I hope, sir?
Woolsey, in this outfit, the boss eats with the men.
Oh, sir, that would be like his lordship eating back stairs.
All right, come and get it,
you ornery saddle stiffs.
It's all there is.
Look, Woolsey, things just ain't the same in this country,
especially in a cow camp.
I'll try to learn your customs, sir.
All right, you can start out by dishing that whatever you call it to everyone.
Everyone, sir?
Even... Even cook?
Yeah, even cook.
That's mighty fine fixins, Woolsey.
Yeah, you bet. Sure does beat stew.
I got my grub.
You oughta try it, Mr. Wishbone.
Oh, I oughta?
That kind of stuff gives me the epizoodic.
"Epizoodic"?
Horse colic.
Horse colic, indeed.
Woolsey, this has got to stop once and for all.
But I put up the tent so that you would have privacy, sir.
I don't see what's wrong with a hot tub.
Nothing, but if you went to all the trouble of fixing it,
why don't you take it?
Me, sir?
I'd sooner drown first.
What are you doing?
Dumping it, sir.
You're wasting all that hot water?
That's downright criminal.
In that case, sir,
won't you reconsider?
Hey, Wishbone, where's the boss?
With his nibs.
You musta slept with a burr in your blanket.
Hey, Bos...
Well, I'll be a blue-nosed mule.
Well, whatta you want?
Ain't ya ever seen a man take a bath before?
Look, whatever you want, it can wait till I get out.
Now, if you want to be charged a day's pay for the peep show, all right.
Oh, that's what I call butterin' up the boss for fair.
I've done it again, sir, haven't I?
No, not you. Me.
You don't know any better, but I should.
Trail boss' job isn't that much different
from a wrangler or a drover or a pot washer,
and he can't be that much different.
All I want is for you to stop all this.
But I must be of some use.
Oh, here, sir.
Why ain't you at noon camp?
Because I come to tell you if all that kind of fancy cooking is what you like,
- I'm quitting. - Now, hold on.
Now, I don't bow and scrape and kowtow to anybody.
Well, who says you do?
Oh, I've been watching you.
The way he's been spreading the mustard and you taking it all in.
Well, he's only got one day left.
Have you told his nibs that?
Don't worry. You go on ahead.
We're gonna circle up this side of the Roan River ford.
- Pete will show you where to camp. - I told you I'm quiting.
And who's telling who around here?
Well, all right, but it's gonna be him or me.
How many dogs did he have?
Hounds, Mr. Pete.
His lordship had a fine pack of over 50 of them.
All to chase one small fox?
Oh, but it's the thrill of the chase,
the go at the jumps,
the "Yoicks, tally-ho!"
Mr. Favor, did you ever ride with the hounds?
Nope, but you saddle stiffs better ride the herd.
We're running a trail outfit here, not a hunt club.
Did I pull another bloomer, sir?
I was only trying to be a good fellow, like you suggested, sir.
Look, Woolsey, don't you have a wife
or a family back in England?
No, sir.
A girlfriend, maybe.
Well, you see, sir, when one devotes one's life
to being a gentleman's gentleman,
one hasn't much time for one's own affairs,
and then with his lordship's love of adventure and travel...
But look, your home is England.
That's where you belong.
Yes, but...
Look, we'll be held up here for a while,
fording the roan.
The town of Sharpes is only 10 miles from here.
Oh, please, Master Favor,
I'll catch on.
You'll see.
Woolsey, why don't you go home?
Buffalo guns just the other side of that ridge.
We're going to have trouble holding them, Mr. Favor.
So get back to 'em. I'll go across, see what I can do.
Don't you want me to go with you?
No, I want everybody else to stay here. You understand?
You won't have to go far, boss.
Skinners. I can smell 'em from here.
Who's the boss of this outfit?
I am. Name's Favor.
So I figger'd.
- Bison Bob Driscoll. - Oh, I've heard of you.
Most people have. You planning on crossing?
If you'd hold up on that firing a bit...
You're making our herd a little hard to handle.
Why, them cattle coming through's liable to spook them buffalo
clear away from here before we're ready.
How long do you want us to wait?
Tomorrow, soon as we can collect our hides.
We're plannin' to fire the grass here at the river bank,
clear across to them red rocks.
You're startin' a range fire?
The wind'll take it west.
It'll move them buffalo along just as neat as if they were a trail herd.
The last range fire they had
blacked half the territory
before it burned itself out.
Some hunters get a little careless.
Like maybe the wind changed, and they couldn't stop it... that what you mean?
You don't own this range exclusive, Driscoll.
Nope, it's wide open,
and anybody with the guts to take it is welcome,
only they better have guns to do it with.
- They're really askin' for it, boss. - They sure are.
What do you want to do?
The only other crossing I know of is at Bentley,
and it'll take us three weeks to get to it.
We'll check with the other men. They'll have to be in on the decidin'.
You know how the other men feel about it.
We'll see.
I ain't afraid of them, boss.
I say we oughta push through now before they start burnin'.
If we don't, there won't be any grass for the beef,
Remember that fire two years ago?
The wind shifted and burned down half of Texas.
Si. Nobody could stop it.
That might be the answer.
You don't think they give a hoot?
No, but the people of Sharpes might.
Now, a shift in that wind, and their whole town would go up in smoke.
That bunch of pie-faces wouldn't have the grit to stand up and be counted.
Then we've got to convince them.
Except they don't like drovers any better than buffalo hunters.
Look, we haven't got any choice.
Now, if we went in there with enough men,
if they didn't think that we were alone...
- It's all right by me. - I am willing.
Well, let's go.
Hey, wait a minute!
If you're going into town, you've got to look respectable.
There's a lot of water down at the stream,
and Woolsey's got a tub.
I want you all smellin' real pretty.
That's enough.
Now, remember,
all we want to do is to stampede them cows away from the crossing.
Now, keep your guns where they belong.
Don't worry. Them drovers will be so busy chasin' critters,
they won't have time to spit.
All right, let's go.
- Is that all of them, Mr. Mushy? - Thank you plain, Mr. Woolsey.
See if you can find some pants, will you? I have a pressing iron heating.
You sure know how to slick people up.
Ah, I knew they'd need me eventually.
There comes a time when a man must look his best.
Quick, Mushy, help me.
Hurry up with those boots. The herd's getting away.
Here they are, here they are.
Woolsey, why did you ever take them in the first place?
- I, uh... - Don't... Don't answer that now.
All right, all of you,
get out there and round them up as best you can, everybody.
- You mean you're riding into Sharpes alone? - I'll take Pete with me.
That's all we can spare with the herd scattered to kingdom come.
- Yeah, well, if he hadn't... - I know, I know. Get moving.
Boss, we better hurry
because there he can light that fire any time the wind changes.
They'll still have to load those hides.
They can't leave before sunup.
Who's got my other boot?
This ain't my boot.
Sir...
Oh, Woolsey, you'll be going into town, too.
You better pack your wagon.
You mean, I'm taking the stage, sir?
Wouldn't you say it's about time?
Yes, l... I guess so, sir, but...
But what?
Maybe one of those hunters shot his lordship.
If it's the last thing I do,
I'd like to settle with the coward.
No, Woolsey, we'll leave that to the law.
You know, there is just the chance that you might bungle that, too.
Yes, sir, I suppose so, sir.
Mr. Wishbone, would you come with me?
I have some little gifts for the men,
small tokens of appreciation for all they've done for us.
- That isn't necessary... - Please, I haven't much time.
And this is for you, Mr. Wishbone.
You ready?
Oh, yes, Master Favor.
Well, goodbye, Mr. Wishbone.
And you'll say cheerio to the others for me, won't you?
Oh, sure.
I should like to enquire about the next stage east.
Next stage won't be till tomorrow.
You want a room, sign the register.
Well, your establishment looks fairly clean.
One dollar in advance.
I'm the liveryman.
The stable boy says you wanted to see me.
Yes, I'm interested in disposing of my wagon and team.
I thought perhaps you might know of a buyer.
I might. Real nice rig and a mighty fine team.
You may tell anyone interested that they were owned by Lord Ashton,
one of the best judges of horse flesh in England.
Oh, well.
Oh... Oh, we'd be only too glad
if you'd honor us as a guest until the stage arrives.
Does Lord Ashton have any more luggage?
There's a portmanteau in the wagon.
Right away, sir.
Oh. Oh...
Lord Ashton.
- Not really? - Yes.
Is he alone?
He seems to be.
Imagine, Lydia, nobility here in Sharpes,
someone from England...
Oh, please, Emily,
undoubtedly there's a Lady Ashton some place.
Now, will you relax and stop trying to marry me off?
Oh, Lydia, you make me feel more like your mother than your sister-in-law.
Besides, you're much too young and attractive
to remain a widow all your life.
I am not interested.
Stuff and nonsense.
It's time you got out of those miserable black weeds and blossomed a little.
You should meet him, Lydia.
Come along, Lydia.
But I haven't finished,
- and I just can't go up to a man and... - Of course not.
I'll have Thurman arrange a proper introduction.
Now, come on. I just want to see what he looks like first.
- Mr. Whimple... - Yes, Mrs. Osgood?
Would you put our luncheon on my husband's bill?
Yes, Mrs. Osgood.
Oh! Oh, how extremely clumsy of me.
- Very. - Oh, thank you.
You're so very kind.
Oh, thank you, madam. It's a pleasure to be of service.
Oh, madam, I believe this belongs to the lady.
Oh, I'll give it to her, and thank you, Your Lordship.
Oh, did you say Lordship?
- Yes, l... - Oh, no, madam.
It's just Woolsey.
Woolsey?
Yes, madam, if you please...
Lydia, dear...
Here, Emily.
What did he say?
He said to call him Woolsey.
Oh, my dear, how wonderful,
Lord Woolsey Ashton saying that to you.
Wait till we tell this to Thurman.
Look, Mayor Osgood, this isn't just our concern.
Your whole town is endangered.
But I know Bob Driscoll. He wouldn't be that careless.
That man has even poisoned water holes to make a kill.
We lost 30 head of beeves. Now, what do you call that?
Believe me, gentlemen, I have no love for hide men.
They're a dirty, brawling lot,
but this town owes its existence to the skins they ship east,
and business is business.
Thurman. Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know you had company.
That's quite all right, my dear.
We're just about finished talking.
Lord Ashton is here.
Lord Ashton?
Yes, we just saw him at the Bison Head.
Emily, I'm sure Thurman has more important business to attend to
than arranging for me to meet Lord Ashton.
Oh, listen to her.
He's already shown interest enough to ask her to call him Woolsey.
Probably because he's here on business
and his wife's 6,000 miles away.
Lydia.
I beg your pardon, ladies,
but if you really wanted to meet Lord Ashton...
Oh, do you know him?
As a matter of fact, we came into town with him.
He was a guest on our trail drive.
Yes, he wants to learn about the cattle business.
- Oh... - He does, huh?
There's a great deal of British capital being invested in this part of the country.
Yes, yes, so I understand.
And if his lordship is interested in making a few...
oh, excuse me, ladies.
This is Mr. Favor and...
- Nolan. - Mr. Nolan.
- My wife, my sister. - How do you do?
- Uh, sit down, sit down. - Thank you.
Thank you, Thurman.
You know, it just occurred to me
a banquet in honor of His Lordship might not be a bad idea,
get to know one another better.
Oh, Thurman, that would be perfect.
You see, I've had some experience in the field of foreign exchange,
and if His Lordship would be interested in making a few investments out here...
Of course we'll mention that.
Is his lordship married?
No. No, he isn't, ma'am.
Oh, really, Emily.
I do wish you'd speak to her, Thurman,
or I'm going to be too embarrassed to go.
Now, Emily, Lydia has a point there.
I don't want her to be uncomfortable, and it's very important that she be there.
Important? It's the purpose of the whole affair.
Not exactly. We do have his lordship to consider,
but Lydia has lived in England,
and she seems to know the exact thing to do and say
to make things go smooth.
Honestly, I hope you gentlemen won't give his lordship the wrong impression.
Oh, of course not.
I mean, as far as I'm concerned, I've nothing against the man.
I found him charming.
You see?
And all this fuss over a title
is something I'm sure would be as objectionable to him as it is to me.
That's quite right, ma'am.
But you will mention the banquet?
It would be a great honor to our entire community.
Oh, believe me, we'll do everything we can, won't we, Mr. Nolan?
Oh, yes, sir, we'll... we'll talk to his lordship right away.
Oh, thank you. Thank you so much.
See you, ladies. Ma'am. Ma'am.
It's impossible, utterly impossible, Master Favor.
What, go down there and pose as his lordship?
Why, they'd see right through me.
Not with these clothes on.
Put on his lordship's clothes?
Oh, no, sir.
Don't worry. They'll fit.
But that's not the point,
and besides, I was just on my way down to the sheriff's office
to tell him about his lordship's murder.
Oh, no, no, you can't do that yet.
No, but you don't understand.
What you're asking is for me to do
something that is entirely contrary to my nature.
A leopard could remove his spots easier.
No, I'm just not a blue blood, sir,
and whatever's in my veins has turned to water.
Suppose maybe we ought to give him a nip of this.
- It says hundred proof. - Great. Get a glass.
I'm a gentleman's gentleman, Master Favor,
and that's all the gentleman I can ever be.
You're a man, Woolsey...
and it's time you stood on your own two feet.
Drink this down.
What, his lordship's brandy?
Come on, drink it up.
Now, you said back on the drive, you wanted to be of use to me.
This is your big chance.
Yes, I know. I know, sir, but...
They're gonna set that fire tomorrow, and you're the only one that can stop it.
Come on, sit down.
Put these on while we tell you what to say.
lmagine you gentlemen dressing me.
He's on his way.
But that's... that's "My Country 'Tis of Thee."
That's... That's our song.
It happens to be England's, too.
They call it "God Save the Queen."
Oh, lucky coincidence.
Here he comes.
Doesn't he look impressive?
Good evening, Your Lordship.
Pleased to meet you, sir.
Welcome to Sharpes, Your Lordship.
My wife.
We've met, Your Lordship.
My sister Lydia.
I'm honored.
So am I, madam.
Right this way, Your Lordship.
Oh.
Ah, Master Favor.
Oh, Mr. Favor,
I can't tell you how delighted we are
that you were able to persuade his lordship to attend tonight.
Well, it took quite a bit of doing,
but fortunately Mr. Nolan and I managed.
I haven't seen Lydia enjoying herself like this in years.
And then, Lord Ashton?
Well, then this bearer fellow
kept pointing into the bush and saying,
"Tembo. Mingi Tembo."
What's that?
Swahili for "elephant."
Oh, he was quite a tusker.
Yes.
Oh, but you're not finding this interesting at all.
But of course. It's fascinating.
Do go on.
Yes...
but I'd much rather hear something about you, Miss Lydia.
Your life out here has been exciting, too, I venture.
I'm afraid it would seem quite dull to you, Lord Ashton.
Oh, not at all.
You see, Miss Lydia,
the people I've encountered here are rather like their country.
There's a sort of bigness about them,
an honesty, a warmth.
Oddly enough,
those very same qualities we admire so much in you, Lord Ashton.
Oh, it would please me much more
if you would call me simply Woolsey.
All right... Woolsey.
How's that?
Much better.
You see, Miss Lydia,
that's really my name...
You were going to tell us about the elephant hunt, Your Lordship.
Oh... Oh, yes.
That's right. What happened?
Well, I had him squarely in my sights when...
Good heavens.
Oh, no. That's no way to open a bottle of bubbly.
It's really quite simple, my good man.
It's all in the thumbs, you see.
In the thumbs.
I beg your pardon, madam.
Oh, my, how delightfully democratic.
Thank you.
I should like to propose a toast
to our distinguished guest.
A gentleman, scholar, and a darn good sport.
- Hear, hear. - That's right.
To the Queen. God bless her.
To the Queen.
Speech.
Yes, go ahead, Your Lordship.
- Let's have a few words. - Please, you must, Lord Ashton.
Well...
our host and friends...
In all of my travels,
I have never met a warmer welcome
than in your fair city.
I have learned a great deal about your country
from my good friend Master... Mr. Favor.
The days of the wild buffalo,
the hunter, the Indian, and the outlaw are numbered.
This is why I urge you to listen very carefully to your Mayor
when he tells you of the imminent danger that is threatening your city.
Yes, I shall be proud to join you
in protecting and ensuring
the glorious future
that lies before us all.
The wind's holdin' good.
Let's fire them drags and start ridin'.
- Hey, boss. - Yeah?
Look.
Hello, Osgood,
what's the delegation for?
We hear you're going to start a range fire.
You mean we're plannin' a kill that will give you boys more hides than you can handle.
Isn't worth the risk, Driscoll.
That what them drovers say?
That's what we all say.
You men know better than to listen to that siwash outfit.
If it wasn't for us hunters, you wouldn't have a town.
Now, set that fire, old boy, and they jolly well won't have a town.
Who's this bird?
Lord Ashton.
Lord Ashton?
That's right, my good man,
and these good people are not going to risk all they hold dear
just to satisfy the greed of some... some "buffalo hunter."
Well, I ain't just "some buffalo hunter,"
and Bison Bob Driscoll's word don't count more than some four-flusher
who's trying to pass himself off as Lord Ashton...
What's he mean, Ashton?
It's clear enough to me,
and when a man's honor is at stake,
there can only be one answer.
Such a slur is unforgivable.
I demand immediate satisfaction.
Hold it, Driscoll.
His lordship's not armed.
No, but I very soon will be.
Mr. Wishbone.
Yeah, Your Lordship?
That box I gave you... will you bring it to me, please?
Mr. Favor, Mr. Nolan, I appoint you my seconds.
Seconds?
Choose your seconds, Mr. Driscoll.
I don't know what you're talkin' about.
The Code Duello.
The code what?
Duello, meaning duel.
One bullet each, back to back,
walk 10 paces, turn, and fire at will.
That the way?
Well, all right, if you want to get killed fancy,
I'll be glad to oblige.
I'll even pin a flower on your vest afterwards.
Mr. Osgood, would you be kind enough to officiate?
Well, as... as Mayor, I guess it's my duty.
Hey, Lordship, look, you'd better hold up on this.
I got you into this.
And I'll get us out.
Gentlemen, choose your weapon.
You're really serious?
An insult to the name of Ashton must be avenged.
It's your funeral.
Look, this has all gone much too far.
- I'm going to tell Osgood now. - No, please, Mr. Favor.
I have my reasons. You must believe me.
Mr. Woolsey, you're going to wind up with a bullet right between your eyes.
Perhaps, but though I wasn't born a gentleman, Mr. Pete,
I can still try to die like one.
Ready, gentlemen.
Ten paces. Then turn and fire at will.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5,
6, 7, 8, 9, 10.
Ashton!
No, no, no, stand back.
Hold on, there.
Am I supposed to stand here and let him shoot?
That's up to his lordship.
No, no, I'm not his lordship.
I was just his valet.
- What? - You see?
Take his gun away.
No, no, not till I've had my go at it.
You can't let him.
It's not a gunfight.
Plain cold-blooded murder.
Not precisely.
You had your chance,
and that's more than you gave Lord Ashton.
He don't know what he's talking about.
You wouldn't have known that I was an imposter
if you hadn't murdered his lordship.
It was an accident.
I just meant to scare him.
Is that why you shot him in the back?
Just a minute.
Here, you'd better sit down.
You hurt bad?
No, no half as much as I shall be
at what those people say.
- Well, Mister... - Oh, "Woolsey,"
just plain Woolsey.
As a banker, I can't say I like being fooled.
One thing you gotta admit, Thurman...
he sure stood up to Driscoll,
and that was no foolin'.
An that speech he made last night...
now, that was rip snorter, wasn't it, Osgood?
Yeah, it was at that.
I guess the joke's on us.
I'm sorry about your sister, sir.
My sister?
Oh, she'll be more sorry if you don't come back and apologize to her.
You are coming back, aren't you?
Well, I like it here.
I like your country,
and I like your town.
And he likes your sister, too.
Well, you think you can make it up now?
Yes, sir, I think so.
Yes, there I am.
On my own two feet.
Well, goodbye and good luck, Mr. Woolsey.
Oh, then it's all right with you, Mr. Favor?
Are you still askin' my permission?
I thought I made that clear.
I'm just a plain, common, ordinary trail hand.
That's right.
Well, as one common, ordinary trail hand to another,
you better get that herd movin' fast.
Yes, sir.
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!