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'
- Hyahl
Scarlet, you and Quince get these on back.
We'll check for some more strays down the way.
Anybody need to get cured of something?
He's kind of out of the way, isn't he?
Yeah, nothing to sell to out here
except gophers maybe.
It might be he's taking a shortcut to Buffalo Gap.
Nah, this is the shortest way. That trail will take him twice as long.
It's none of our business. Come on.
You all right?
Yeah, you gentlemen didn't arrive a second too soon.
- I want to thank you. - Glad we could help out.
We were out chasing some strays and spotted you down there.
I want to thank those strays, too. You're drovers.
Yeah, we've got a herd over the way.
Can't figure what those Indians would want with you.
My medicine.
Medicine?
Yeah, doesn't taste too bad,
and it's got a kind of a kick.
What's in it?
Little of this, little of that.
Mostly alcohol, huh?
Yeah, got a little of that, too.
Well, thank you again.
You're true knights of the road.
Hey, I wouldn't be going off by yourself if I was you.
You... You know, those Indians might come back.
Afraid I haven't got much choice.
You can ride along with us, go back to the herd.
We'll be taking off tomorrow.
Ride along as far as the next town, huh?
That's very kind. I appreciate that.
I... You sure your boss wouldn't mind?
No, he's over in Fort Liberty. He won't mind anyway.
You're more than welcome.
I'm Dr. George Stimson
Hi. Rowdy Yates, Doctor. This is Clay Forrester.
- Howdy. - Howdy.
Where's Frank? I don't know. He...
Hey...
There's something wrong with him.
Frank...
- You a real doctor? - No.
Funny thing...
I didn't even know them Injuns hit me at first.
Then my shirt... I felt it...
it was all red.
I didn't know till then.
I didn't know...
We'll, uh...
We'll use your wagon, put him in that, take him back to camp.
Crew's going to want to give him a burial.
Mighty skimpy roll being all of a man's worldly goods.
Yeah, mighty cold comfort for a young wife and two little babies.
Two babies?
Well, he must have something coming.
Yeah, about $11, I figure.
Well, I can't sweeten that very much.
Hold it.
Thought you said you were broke when I asked for that loan back.
It must've stuck in the bottom of the pocket.
Come on, everybody toss in a little, make you feel better.
Clay, how about it?
I've got two dollars, but it ain't going to do any good that way.
Every little bit's going to help out. Come on, chip in.
So you raise maybe $60.
You may as well throw a drowning man a matchstick to hang onto, is that.
You suggesting we just forget about Frank's family?
No, but we could make it grow into something.
Well, what do you want us to do, plant it in the ground and sprinkle it?
That's slow, but that's one way.
No, I was thinking of betting.
There must be a poker game or two in the next town.
You always got an angle, ain't ya?
Look, if our luck runs hot,
we can send something worthwhile to that family.
And if it runs cold?
Well, like I said, $60 isn't going to matter much one way or another.
Oh, you've got a real low opinion of $60.
Must mean something if it takes all of us to raise it.
Gentlemen...
I, uh... I didn't know Frank,
but he died trying to save my life,
and, well, I'd like his family to have all the money possible.
You feel like buckin' that poker game?
Wouldn't be any risk,
not in the kind of a game I'm thinking about.
What do you mean?
Well, maybe you heard.
There's a boom up at Coltville.
They discovered silver up in the mountains,
and this bunch of card sharks moved in.
One of them owns the saloon.
They get some prospector in a game... or anybody with a roll...
and they let him win for a while
till he feels pretty cocky,
and then they take him
right down to his long johns.
We ain't going to come out ahead playing a game like that.
We could if we quit at the right time.
Now, whoever we stake
would play as long as he keeps winning,
and the minute his luck turns,
get out of the game.
Now, that would work.
You say quit at the right time.
You think they're just going to let him get up and take off like that?
No, it would have to look like he's coming back.
No, it's too dangerous,
unless course one of you two wanted to do the winnin' and walkin' out.
Well, they know me, and Clay wouldn't be any good.
We've got to get somebody that looks like a real pigeon,
somebody that they think is dumb enough
to swallow the whole bait.
Mushy!
Sorry, Mr. Wishbone.
I shouldn't have forgot somethin'.
Forgot what?
Well I stacked all the dirty dishes
in this pan to take to the stream to wash,
and I forgot it was still hot.
Oh, no. Now, you're not thinking about Mushy.
He can play poker, can't he?
About the way he can cook.
Won't matter. They'll let him win no matter what he does.
No, it's too...
- Mr. Favor wouldn't allow it. - Mr. Favor ain't here.
I'm in charge, and I think it's a pretty good idea.
I'll tell you what we'll do.
We'll take the herd up as far as Coltville,
and then four or five of us will go in town with Mushy.
Scarlet, I think you better go out and get a little donation from some of the other men.
The bigger the roll we got, the better it's going to look.
This sound all right to you fellas?
What do you think, Wish?
- All right. There's just one thing. - Yeah, what's that?
What's Mushy think?
Now, what's the matter, Mushy? We're almost there.
Uh, Mr. Wishbone, I don't think I can go through with it.
I don't even feel like me.
Sure you can. You look fine, all spruced up.
What did you have to cut off so much for? Feel naked.
Now, you don't think a man with money burning holes in his pockets
is going to go around looking like he needs a haircut.
Mr. Wishbone, they'd know I'm no rich prospector.
Now, how are they going to know that?
You've got money in your pocket,
and it don't take any brains to dig.
You'll be all right, Mushy.
Just get up from the table when you see the signal.
Yeah, and get straight to that telegraph office, now.
- Understand? - Maybe they won't let me.
They're not even going to know what you're up to
unless you tell them.
Now, you've got the address.
When you get out of there, just run to that telegraph office,
and we'll be out of there in no time.
We'll be back to the herd before they know what happened.
Well, all right, I think.
- Now what's the matter? - I lost the address.
Look in your hat.
Thank you, Mr. Wishbone.
Come on, Mushy. Perk up.
You're supposed to look like you just hit it big.
Don't I look happy?
You look like you just had a tooth pulled.
- I wish I had, Mr. Rowdy. - Mushy, I'm depending on you.
If you don't do this right, so help me, I'll poison you.
You'll never reach Abilene.
I'll try my best, Mr. Wishbone.
The drinks are on me.
You bought the last round, Mr. Mushgrove.
That's all right. You fellas been so nice to me.
It ain't every day a fella makes a strike.
No, sir.
- Uh, Mr. Bartender? - Yes.
Set up a bottle and let my friends help themselves.
- I'll have a beer. - This is real nice of you, Mr. Mushgrove.
Let's have the bottle right down here, men.
Excuse me. Some old friends.
Well, Turkey Creek Johnson.
- Uh, you're back here again, huh? - Yep.
Got to go where the money is.
From what I've just heard,
I may be selling that old medicine wagon
and doing a little prospecting.
See that fella up at the bar, standing, treatin'?
He just struck it rich last week without even trying.
He was taking down his tent, and bang, there it was.
Pretty lucky.
$50 a ton,
and he hasn't got enough brains to yell for help if he was drowning.
Man's got luck, he don't need no brains.
Say, you think he might like to sit in with us?
You mean, poker?
Well, the boys may need some fresh blood,
and if he's got that kind of luck, poker might be his game.
Seems to me he'd need a little more than luck
to sit in with you fellas.
You a good friend of his?
No, not a good friend.
I just met him down the street in a saloon with those drovers.
I'll tell you what. You get him over here,
and we'll give you a piece of our winnings
as a token of appreciation.
How much of a piece?
Five percent, easiest money you ever made.
Well, I'll... I'll get him over here.
I won't guarantee he'll play.
You leave that up to us.
They want to meet you.
Boys, meet Mr. Mushgrove.
Turkey Creek Johnson's my name.
You just call me Turkey Creek.
- This here's Nonie Matthews... - How are you?
- Bill Conners and Hugo Fuller. - Hi.
We heard about the strike you made,
and the boys and me want to congratulate you.
Well, the doc said you wanted me to play poker with you.
Yeah, that, too.
We thought a little game would give us a chance to get acquainted.
All right.
I knew the minute I seen you, you was a man of decision.
Five-card draw, Joker wild, all right?
Fine with me, Mr. Goose Creek.
Turkey Creek.
Would you like to cut?
Oh, thank you.
- Pass. - Pass.
Pass.
Your bet, Mr. Mushgrove.
I'll pass.
I mean, uh, five dollars.
Five.
Pass.
Five dollars.
And, if you gentlemen don't mind,
five dollars more.
Never seen luck like yours,
but I guess I never learned to stay out of a hand.
I'll see it.
Straight.
Afraid I've got a full house.
Your deal, Mr. Mushgrove.
Oh, say, I've got to send a telegram.
Would you gentlemen excuse me for a few minutes?
Oh, I'm sure the doc here can do it for you.
Oh, no, it's business. My partner.
I mean, I better do it myself.
Um, hey, the doc here, he can play for me while I'm gone.
Yeah. Yeah, sure, if you trust me.
Oh, I'm not worried about you, Doc.
These gentlemen have been so nice to me,
I wouldn't want to slow up their game.
I'll do the best I can for you.
I'll be right back.
My deal?
Oh, there it is.
We all walk out of here this minute, it won't look right.
Are you the telegraph man?
I want to send some money.
It's to Frank Miller and his folks.
Oh, I've got his address here somewhere.
Oh...
Oh. Hm.
That Mr. Wishbone... he's going to poison me for sure.
Oh...
Your friend wouldn't think of running out on us, would he?
Acting kind of funny when he left.
Why would a man give me money if he wasn't coming back?
He even left his hat...
Why don't I just run down to the telegraph office and check.
No. Bill and Nonie would be better.
You just stay here.
There he is.
Tell your friend that ain't the way we gamble in this town.
I... I tried, Mr. Wishbone.
I know, Mush. I know.
Well, come on.
He was trying to run out, all right.
You... You don't think that I had anything to do with this, do you?
- You just might've. - Why would I?
I was going to get a piece of your winnings, wasn't I?
Uh-huh.
Maybe you were going to get a piece of his, too.
Maybe you were partners with him.
You owe money everywhere, Doc.
Maybe you were just waiting for the big kill, huh?
Look, you asked me to bring him over. I didn't ask you.
You want to find somebody to blame, blame yourself.
If I ever find out this was a trick of yours...
You won't.
Here. I don't want you to think I'm trying to get away with that either.
That's the way it happened. Mushy did the best he could,
and it just didn't work out.
We don't owe this kid anything anyway. What the heck?
He knew the chances he was taking when he signed up for this drive.
Could've been any one of us, any one of us.
Be you tomorrow, and you wouldn't ask for any charity, would you?
Saddle up. We're going to move out.
Take your wagon and follow behind the chuckwagon.
Just a minute!
Hold it!
You better get down from there.
Come on, come on. Get down, get down.
Who are you?
You're making some kind of mistake, aren't you?
No mistake, Dr. Stimson.
Now, look.
I did sign a couple of I.O.U. s in Bentlyville,
but they're good.
With me a gambling debt is a thing...
Gambling debt? I'm not interested in your gambling debts.
Hello, George.
- How are you? - Melinda.
What are you doing out here?
I came looking for you.
I had to hire a Pinkerton man,
and even then you led us quite a chase.
A Pinkerton...
Well, well, Dr. Stimson on the run again.
Still a gambling man, huh, George?
Sam Garner?
- How are you? - Sam!
Well, what are you doing?
You helping the Pinkerton man,
or are you taking care of Melinda?
Oh, a little bit of both.
Say, boys, I want you to meet my wife Melinda,
my friend Sam Garner.
- This is Rowdy and Clay. - How do you do?
- Joe. - Howdy.
Mushy and Wishbone.
G. W. Wishbone, Ma'am. Pleased to meet you.
- And these are the... - Don't just everybody just stand here.
Maybe these people would like to talk without a audience.
Come on.
Well, Melinda, should I tell him or will you?
Sam, would you and Mr. Logan mind waiting for me in the carriage?
Melinda, when you just showed up out of nowhere,
I thought my heart was going to jump right out of my chest.
You changed your mind? You came back to me?
I came to talk to you.
You know, I tried to be what you wanted me to be,
settle down in one town,
but it felt like somebody was holding my arms behind me.
- I just had to break free. - You love your freedom.
Oh, I hoped you'd come back.
To the medicine wagon?
Why did you come back, Melinda?
Sam wants me to marry him,
so I came to ask you for a divorce.
Sam will make you a good husband.
Yes. Yes, he will.
He's a fine man.
Melinda, listen.
It wasn't all bad on the road.
We had fun.
Don't you remember when you got up on the wagon and sang,
and all the people crowded around,
and they loved it?
And I'll get you something, something you've always wanted.
Remember the mirror, the full-length one?
George, please.
You really love Sam?
You don't. You know you don't.
I do love him.
I love him in a different way,
in a way that's good for me.
You and Sam planning on leaving soon?
There's no reason to stay.
I thought of asking you a favor, but I guess I won't.
What is it?
I thought of asking you to sing again,
not on the wagon,
not a show... a free show from a medicine wagon,
but a real performance
in a real theater over at Coltville.
But I haven't sung in almost a year,
and besides that, Sam would never...
Melinda, there was a boy killed.
He left a wife and two kids.
I'm sorry, George.
I've given up singing. I couldn't face audiences anymore.
I owe this boy my life.
But don't you see? They're not going to pay to hear me.
They've never even heard of me.
They will when I get finished.
Listen, Melinda, please.
You know me. I never worried about debts, did I?
I always let the other fellow worry, but this is different.
I owe this boy's family a debt,
and if I don't start to repay it,
I just won't be able to sleep again.
All right, maybe George Stimson is changing,
but I know that I feel differently now
thinking about somebody else for the first time.
You think that they really would pay to hear me sing?
Even if they didn't like music,
they would pay just to look at you.
Well, I've got to get the boys busy on this. We've got to advertise.
We'll make posters and... a banner.
We'll make a banner. Rowdy!
Just like old times, Melinda. The day before the performance.
Are you as excited as I am?
Pleasantly.
I still don't approve of this whole idea.
- It'll be all right, Sam. - Of course it will.
Now, come along.
I want you to see the hall where you're going to sing.
Melinda knows what small-town halls look like.
But this one's different.
It's in the back of the saloon.
Saloon?
You'll have a whole saloon full of people staring at her.
And telling their friends about her.
Posters are fine, but when you're advertising Melinda,
one glimpse is worth a thousand words.
What are you interested in selling,
the way Melinda looks or the way she sings?
A little of both. Let's go, Melinda.
All right, gentlemen, place your bets.
5,000 on a credit.
I'm sorry, sir.
Turkey Creek, Miss Jenny Lind.
Mr. Sam Garner.
This is the most illustrious citizen of Coltville,
the proprietor of this splendid establishment,
and a businessman of extraordinary daring.
What he's trying to tell you, ma'am,
is that I'm a gambler,
and there's nothing very illustrious about that
except that I'm in the presence of the great Jenny Lind.
Sure is nice of you to sing here for us
after you've been singing in all them fancy places.
Well, thank you, Mister...
Turkey Creek Johnson.
How come you know anyone as famous as Miss Lind?
Well, in the old days, I used to accompany her,
and since she's traveling without an accompanist,
she gave me that privilege for this one concert.
We just dropped by to look at the hall.
Well, you play one sour note, and you got me to answer to.
I'll buy the first two tickets. $100... that's for luck, ma'am.
Don't you sell none for less. These fellas can afford it, most of them.
Not a one, except for standing room, of course, which is $10.
George, this is without a doubt the cheapest...
Now, Melinda, wait a minute. It's not finished yet.
I've got the drovers out working...
Melinda's not talking about the stage.
How could you tell them in there that I was Jenny Lind?
Shh.
Believe me, Melinda,
all anybody in this town knows about Jenny Lind
is that she's a beautiful woman who sings like a nightingale,
and you cannot deny that you fit both those descriptions.
It's one thing to ask Melinda to help out a widow and some orphans.
It's quite another to ask her to be a fraud.
Jenny Lind.
I almost believed you this time. I really did.
You can still believe me.
Every penny is going to Frank Miller's family.
With Melinda Stimson, it would've been pennies,
but with Jenny Lind, it's going to be a fortune.
Didn't you hear Turkey Creek set the admission price... $50 a seat.
Why, I bet you the real Jenny Lind never drew that kind of money,
and I'll bet you if we ever meet the real Jenny Lind,
she'd be the first one to agree.
Why, she'd even buy a ticket for $50.
Oh, George, you're impossible.
Even supposing it was not dishonest,
it's dangerous.
Do you realize Jenny Lind's picture was in the last Harper's?
Nobody in this town reads Harper's.
As a matter of fact, very few people in this town can read.
Melinda's traveled up and down this whole part of the country with you.
Yes. Yes, and just suppose
that one of them remembers me as the girl in your pitchwagon.
That was a long time ago, too long.
Melinda, you never used to worry about things like this.
Do you remember the sheriff that we told,
you were from the Temperance Union out to test my elixir?
He was gullible even for a sheriff.
He would've believed it if you told him you were the Queen of Sheba.
And I remember that gambler who had a collection of your I.O.U.s.
Remember, he showed up on the same stagecoach?
You got so scared, you got your coat caught in the door.
He's trying to trick you.
Melinda, please,
just this once.
Well, maybe Jenny Lind would understand
and forgive.
Just this once.
Oh!
Will you stop trying to be helpful?
Right in here, fellas, and be careful.
Just put it down there anywhere.
Hello, Sam.
We're going to rehears in here. I hope you don't mind.
- No, I don't mind. - Oh, just a minute there.
Little something for your trouble... couple of tickets for the show tonight.
Where's Melinda?
She'll be back in a minute. She went to the seamstress.
Has it occurred to you, George,
that you might have a better chance if you put up an honest fight?
What are you talking about?
Why did you ask Melinda to do this performance with you?
You know, Sam.
Eleven dollars and a bedroll
isn't going to be much help to a drover's family.
No, George, that's just part of it.
The real reason was,
give Melinda a taste of the old life,
and she'd never go back.
You'd have her.
Melinda can't be forced to do anything she doesn't want to do.
I love her, George. I love her very much.
I believe you do.
If you want to fight for her,
if you want to fight me, fine,
but at least fight fair.
I know I'm second choice,
and if you cared enough about her to give her what I'm offering,
she'd probably choose you.
Melinda knows what kind of a man I am.
She knows what I can give her.
What can you give,
a lot of rainbows to chase?
Not what she really wants.
What do you think she really wants?
A woman like Melinda has a right to have a real life,
to have children and a home that isn't on wheels
and a husband who isn't always one jump ahead of the sheriff.
Did you see how Melinda looked when she swept into that saloon?
She was radiant,
flushed with life.
That's the real Melinda,
not the one you have in mind.
Mr. Wishbone says the house is all sold out.
Thanks to Miss Jenny Lind.
You haven't eaten. I'll order you something.
Oh, thank you, no. I'm not hungry.
Well, should we start rehearsing?
You know all the songs.
I thought we'd run over them just for fun.
Which one will we do first?
How about "Beautiful Dreamer"?
All right.
Uh, I think I'll go down and take a walk.
Why don't you stay, Sam.
No, you'll be better off alone.
All right.
Beautiful dreamer
Wake unto me
That's quite a bundle.
Looks like you've got as much as the rest of them.
Yeah, it's the easiest money I ever made.
Oh, hi, Mr. Garner. How's this look to you?
Oh, that's fine, fine.
Say, where's the owner of this wagon?
Why, he's rehearsing for the concert tonight.
I've got a mirror he bought.
A mirror?
What's he want with a mirror? He hasn't got a dressing room.
It's for his wagon.
I understand there's a lady traveling with him.
Well, put it in the wagon if you've been paid.
No, George.
You know you still love me.
I think you better go.
Is it true or isn't it?
I don't know.
It is. You know it is.
You didn't come out here to ask for a divorce.
Yes, I did.
No, you're right. I didn't, and Sam knows it.
I came out here to make one last try
to get you to come back home to Chicago.
Forget about Chicago.
There are brand new towns springing up all over,
new faces, new people.
We'll see California, the Pacific.
I can't do that to Sam.
Be much more cruel to marry him.
Now, look. I'll bring the wagon around after the show,
and we'll get in and head west,
Mrs. Stimson.
What time you got?
Uh, 10 minutes to 8:00.
Turkey Creek's out there.
I hope our nightingale won't keep them waiting too long.
Don't worry. I sent Wishbone for her.
- There's one thing that bothers me. - What's that?
Lettin' all those folks out there think she is who she ain't.
Eh, just cheatin' cheaters.
If they hadn't spent that money on those tickets,
they would have just lost it on Turkey Creek's gambling tables.
We're just taking his money,
and you've got to admit he owes it to us
after stealing Mushy's winnings.
Now, that makes me feel better.
Not for long, it won't.
Pretty soon none of us gonna feel good.
What's the matter? Where's Melinda?
She took off with that Garner fellow about a half an hour ago.
I just saw the hotel clerk.
She's headed for the stage connection to the east in a rented rig.
That can't be.
Well, hotel room's empty, trunk and everything's gone.
Did you have a fight with her or something?
No. No, nothing like that.
Well, what are we going to do about all those people out there
and Turkey Creek Johnson and his hired guns?
Well, we've got their money. We can always return it.
We don't still have their money.
- That's gone. - Gone where?
We sent it off to Frank's family
to make sure they got it this time.
Look, she's only been gone about a half an hour.
If you think you can stall those people out there,
I'll go after her.
No. No, she obviously doesn't want to sing here.
I don't care what she wants. I'll drag her back here if I have to.
- Do me a favor, will you, Clay? - Yeah?
- Hurry. - You bet.
Uh-oh, here comes trouble with a capital T.
- All right, where is she? - Miss Jenny Lind?
Well, you understand about great artists.
They're often late.
As a matter of fact, she once kept the Queen of England
waiting a half hour.
Ran out on her?
No. Oh, no, a true artist
never runs out on an audience.
Then you tell me why she took a buggy
to travel from the hotel next door to here.
- Oh, that. - Mm-hm.
Well, great singers, you know,
they've got to have their lungs full of good, fresh air.
Isn't that right, Doc? You tell him.
Oh, yes, tension, stage fright,
stale air.
If you knew Jenny Lind,
you'd realize that every night, before a concert,
she always takes a brisk walk.
In a buggy.
Yes, she needs air
in her lungs,
just as Mr. Wishbone said.
Now, you know, Turkey, we have a very dusty town here,
and if she went walking, she'd ruin her dainty shoes.
She better not keep me waiting any longer than she kept the queen.
Now, I'm going to tell you, if she don't show,
you're not only going to return everybody their money,
but you're going to make up for my losses.
What losses?
The winnings I'm not winning out there
while me and my customers are sitting in here wasting our time.
Let's get started! I want to see that pretty little thing!
Doc, you know your wife. You think she's going to come back?
Well, anybody like to step out and tell that crowd
they're not going to see a performance?
Plus the interesting fact they're not going to get their money back, either.
I have confidence in Clay. If we can just stall them a little...
Maybe you could play something on the organ.
Huh, Doc?
All right, draw the curtain.
Wishbone, introduce me.
Oh, I'm not accustomed to public speaking.
Come on, it'll use up time.
Uh, ladies and gentlemen of Coltsville...
Well, he ain't very pretty, but maybe he can sing.
If you'd like to do the talking, you can come up here on stage.
I'd like to introduce the first number of this gala performance...
Dr. George Stimson at the organ.
Oh, that crowd's building up a bad mood.
Boo! Boo!
Ho!
All right, swing those horses.
You're following me back to Coltville.
No, I can't go back there.
You can and will.
But they found out who I am.
George and everybody had to run.
Who told you that?
I did. I told her.
Well, you better tell her something else, mister.
Look, ma'am,
your husband... they're all trying to stall those people back there.
Now, if you don't get back there, there's going to be a mass lynching.
Why'd you do it, Sam?
I was afraid I'd lose you if you stayed.
And you could just leave them with the crowd.
I love you, Melinda.
I'm sorry.
Driver, turn around.
They've had just about all of me they're going to take.
Rowdy, why don't you go out and sing?
Yeah... Have you lost your mind or something?
I can't sing to them.
Just sing like you do to the beeves. That's good enough.
Look, Wish, those are cattle.
These are people out here, and they got guns.
Let me ask you something.
How many tickets did you sell to this affair?
About $1,500 worth, I suppose.
Then you haven't got much choice.
They're not going to let you out of town whole anyway.
Yeah...
you know the song "Beyond the Sun"?
Just sing it. I'll follow.
Ladies and gentlemen,
Miss Jenny Lind...
well, she asked that I sing one of her all-time favorite-type songs.
Beyond the sun
Over the mountain
There's a place my heart's longing to be
Beyond the sun
Over the mountain
There's a face my eyes hunger to see
The long, long road seems like an endless thing
Somewhere, someplace there's a home
Beyond the sun
Over the mountain
There are lonely arms waiting for me
- The boy's doing fine. - Yeah.
Waiting for me
Oh!
All right, Joe, it's your turn.
- Me? - Yeah, you can do some rope tricks.
Get his rope, Wish.
They see ropin' every day.
Maybe some of them can rope as good as me.
Go on, man. Go on.
Got a couple of rope tricks here
I thought might be entertaining while we wait for Miss Lind.
All right, Wishbone, you go on next.
- And do what, cook? - Talk to them.
About what? I don't have anything to say.
Look, we'll all be saying our prayers if you don't find something to talk about.
Here. Here's some funny jokes from my Almanac.
All right.
Ladies and gentlemen, while we're waiting,
I'd like to tell you a couple of funny stories I heard the other day.
It's really a funny story.
Put the gun down.
You'll need both of those hands to applaud.
Ladies and gentlemen,
Miss Jenny Lind.
Beautiful dreamer
Wake unto me
Starlight and dewdrops
Are waiting for thee
Sounds of the rude world
Heard in the day
Lull'd by the moonlight
Have all pass'd away
Beautiful dreamer
Queen of my song
List while I woo thee
With soft melody
Gone are the cares
Of life's busy throng
Beautiful dreamer
Awake unto me
Beautiful dreamer
Awake
Unto me
Good night.
All right, fellas, take it easy.
Easy does it.
George?
Sorry you had to be dragged back.
I came back on my own.
Sam lied to me.
He said that someone had recognized me
and that you and the drovers had run away.
Sam said that?
And I was furious with you for not coming to me
and just leaving like that.
But I thought...
Oh, Melinda, I thought you had changed your mind about me.
I've never changed my mind about you, George.
I almost did.
Well, you're back now.
Come on. We'll...
No, you don't understand.
I almost decided to go away with you.
I was tempted, but I changed my mind.
You see, you don't really need me,
and Sam does.
But do you need Sam?
I think so.
Yours is the big dream,
but there are little dreams, and they're just as important.
You've always offered me a ride on a comet,
but Sam offers me solid ground.
You understand, don't you?
Good luck, George.
I want to catch Sam before he leaves town.
Say, Doc, that's too bad.
Yep.
Too bad about something else, too.
I had all these people here.
I had them.
Think of how many bottles of my Golden Remedy I could've sold.
Wait a minute.
I'm a big man in this town now.
I accompanied the great Jenny Lind.
Tomorrow I'm going to set up my wagon out in the street,
and you just watch.
I'll get 'em.
Tell you what I'm gonna do, folks.
The first five bottles sold here today,
I'm going to give away to you absolutely free
another bottle of my Golden Remedy.
Head 'em up and 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'
- Hyahl - Rollin' rollin', rollin'
Hyahl
Rawhide
- Hyahl - Rollin', rollin', rollin'
Hyahl