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
I thought I told you all to take it easy on that water.
I been nursin' this jug for about a week.
Now, how long do you think I can stretch out one canteen?
All right, tell Wish to fill it half up, no more.
And that's gotta last y'all 'til we get new.
Oh, I've seen my run of dry holes before,
but never this many in a row.
And what you doin' back here?
I come to tell you I found something awful strange.
You ought to see it. I can't get Mushy to stop starin' at it.
Ain't got any time for any jokes today.
You won't believe it. You gotta see it for yourself.
Boss, you tell me I'm crazy and don't see what I see,
I'll believe you. But I hope you're wrong.
Aw, it's sweet.
Sweet as Texas sugar. Mmm.
Hey, it's from Pete.
"Just in case you miss this one, boss,
"only waterhole for miles around.
"The eagle's claw was given me by a Pawnee chief Gray Hawk.
"He said it was so that sharp eyes would watch out for me
"and guide my trail.
Maybe it will do that for all of you. Pete. "
Now this is what I call a real friend...
when he's around even when he ain't.
Ol' son of a gun.
Well, if he's this close by,
why didn't he wait and say hello?
When you're an Army scout your time isn't your own.
You're a busy man. Even you ought'a know that!
Well, here's to you, Pete, wherever you are.
It's too bad your son had to bust loose like that, Gray Hawk.
But I expect with all of his experience,
General Perry has run across this kind of thing before.
Scout Nolan, do you know this man General Perry?
Not personally, but everybody's heard about him.
I know him. From across the sight of my gun, I know him.
Well, that was a long time ago, wasn't it?
You're both intelligent men. And neither of you wants war.
So this thing is going to work out all right.
Many months ago when you and I clasped hands,
it felt good in my heart.
But now you mention the man you call General Perry,
it does not feel so.
He's got a tough reputation, all right.
But he wouldn't be out here if the government didn't want
to make peace with you.
Why do you say "The man called General Perry. "
Years ago he was a captain,
a harsh captain without forgiveness.
he was known to us as the Timber Wolf.
The soldiers call him Old Iron Pants.
Scout Nolan, you have been a friend of my people.
That is why I put my hand upon your hand
and turned my face from war.
But for a long time it seemed our good words were not heard.
Well, Washington is many miles from here.
It takes time for words to travel.
But at last General Perry is on his way here to see you.
My people are hungry.
The young men are restless.
General Perry is delivering 500 head of cattle to you
as a sign of good faith from the government.
My warriors have not yet learned to live without death.
Well, that takes time, too, among all people.
But when you sit down with General Perry,
you will make our clasping of hands into a treaty of peace.
We'll meet in Black Canyon in 4 days.
Until then I will offer my prayers.
Yeah, I might just say a couple myself.
Whoa! Whoa!
Corporal, dismount patrol.
Patrol, prepare to dismount!
Dismount!
Take a 10 minute rest, men.
Is it much farther to Spanish Wells, Mr. Nolan?
Oh, we're gonna be there before nightfall.
Thanks.
Be pretty happy to see your father again?
Mmm. Yeah.
I bet it's a proud feeling
to call General Augustus Perry your father.
Yeah, I've always been proud of him, Mr. Nolan.
I guess it's a little hard, though,
trying to live up to him.
You'll make it, Lieutenant.
You got a good head on your shoulders and you're young.
Oh, I've always looked up to my father, Mr. Nolan.
I guess that's why I'm a little nervous meeting him.
Ah, just because he's a general? He's still your pa.
He's never seen me in uniform.
What about when you graduated from West Point?
My father did not attend the ceremonies.
The Inspector General of the Army
is a very busy man, Mr. Nolan.
Yeah, but you were a cadet for 4 years before that.
My father has never set foot in West Point.
But... But he didn't forget me when I received my commission.
He sent me something I cherish more than anything in the world.
And what was that?
These were his.
They were given to him on the field of battle
during the Mexican War...
when he distinguished himself sufficiently
to win the Medal of Honor.
It takes broad shoulders, Mr. Nolan,
just to bear the weight of them.
I bet it does.
Ah, they seem to be alone, Mr. Nolan.
Where are their cattle and the wranglers?
Ah, he's probably got 'em stashed down in there somewhere.
Can't blame a man for not wantin' to drown
in the smell of cattle.
Chh. Chh.
General?
Thank you, Morgan.
Well, what makes you feel so good?
Oh, just bein' here, rememberin' the old days.
The old days my neck!
I know you almost as well as you know me
You've been looking like a mother hen
ever since we got here.
All right, General.
So it's gonna be good seein' the kid again.
I wonder how he turned out.
Like all the rest of them, no doubt, from West Point...
book learning, polished boots, shiny fingernails.
Ah, not your son, General. I'll bet on that.
Ah, you'll be proud as punch.
Just as she would.
Oh, you think so, Morgan?
He was always more her boy than mine.
Well, it's only natural, General,
with you away fightin' most of the time.
But 5 years is a long time.
Matt's a man now.
Ah, let's hope he's made it.
Bein' who he is he'll have to make it twice over
before you're satisfied.
Sergeant Morgan!
Matt!
Ah, Matt, it's good to see you again, boy. How...
Beggin' your pardon, Lieutenant Perry, sir!
I'll notify the general of your arrival.
Oh, Matt! Come on, boy, your father's waiting.
Mr. Nolan.
Sir, Lt. Perry has arrived with the patrol.
Show him in, Sergeant.
Hello, Father.
Mr. Perry, you're out of uniform.
Didn't they teach you at West Point
how to dress properly?
Well, yes, sir. It's... It's just that out here in the west,
it's not so strict.
There's only one acceptable reply to my statement,
Mr. Perry.
That reply is: "No excuse, sir. "
No excuse, sir.
Sir, Lt. Perry, reporting to the general as ordered!
Sir, this is Scout Nolan.
The former cattle drover, who exceeded his authority
and made an unauthorized peace with the Indians.
Sir, as soon as his general is ready,
I am prepared to take him to the camp of the Pawnee chief,
Gray Hawk.
Since you've got 500 head of cattle to deliver,
perhaps my experience as a drover might come in handy.
At the present time I am not going to see Gray Hawk.
Tomorrow morning you'll escort me directly to Ft. McClintock.
There'll be no cattle for the Pawnees.
I've sent the beeves back to the ranch they came from.
Gray Hawk is waiting to see you, sir. And he needs that beef.
He'll see me, Mr. Nolan,
At the head of a troop of cavalry.
Gray Hawk wants peace.
And he'll get it, along with the rest of his tribe.
before a firing squad or in a federal prison.
Just listen to this.
"Wagon train attacked near Twin Forks...
"Ranch of J.B. Goodley burned, 7 horses stolen...
Raid on the town of Dry Gulche, general store ransacked. "
These reports were handed to me when I arrived here in the West.
Why weren't they sent on to Washington?
They were, sir.
It's just that those raids took place
in the last week or two.
But they took place!
Are these the Indians you want me
to make a treaty of peace with?
And sweeten it with 500 head of cattle?
These raids were pulled by Wild Horse and a few followers.
And nobody was killed, sir.
I suppose we should be grateful for small favors.
Nevertheless, Wild Horse is a Pawnee
and the son of the chief, to boot!
General, it's been almost 8 months since Gray Hawk
shook hands with me and declared for peace.
Since then the Indians have been waiting for some sign
that the government wanted that peace.
Waiting? Do you call this waiting?
Gray Hawk is a man of honor.
He no more wanted those raids than you do, sir!
And you can't punish a whole tribe for...
If Gray Hawk has grown so old and senile
that he can't keep his own son in line,
then he's unfit to make treaties of peace
since he'd be unable to enforce them.
Therefore, tomorrow morning we'll proceed to Ft. McClintock.
We'll obtain troops.
We'll arrest Gray Hawk, Wild Horse
and everybody else involved.
And we'll punish them for their crimes.
Mr. Perry, you haven't said very much.
I gather you're in agreement with Mr. Nolan.
Yes, sir. I agree with Mr. Nolan.
Why do you agree with Mr. Nolan?
Do they instruct you at West Point, Mr. Perry,
to ignore the questions of a superior officer?
I don't hate the Indians the way you do, sir.
There are good ones and bad ones, just like everybody else.
And I think we owe them something.
We've... We've driven them off their land
and killed their buffalo.
Are you finished, Mr. Perry?
Yes, sir.
We'll depart tomorrow morning at 7:00.
Good afternoon, gentlemen.
He's still her little boy, Morgan. Heh.
Strange that such sweet gentleness in a woman
should come out as weakness in a man.
No matter how you cut it, Lieutenant,
he could at least had supper with you after all this time.
Ah, don't be too harsh with him, Mr. Nolan.
He's a strange man.
That's putting it politely.
He always was a kind of a loner.
All my life, I remember from one Army post to the other,
he wouldn't have anything to do with any of the other officers
except in the line of duty.
The only man he ever would talk to was Sgt. Morgan
They were enlisted men together once.
Don't surprise me nobody'd want anything to do with him.
I'm sorry, Lieutenant. I shouldn't-a said that.
Ah, that's all right.
My mother, she never seemed to mind the loneliness.
He was in the field a lot.
And she just lived for the times when they were together.
She loved him very much, and he loved her.
He wasn't like this then, not at home.
I remember he used to laugh.
And one day, she took fever
and died before the night was out.
It was at a post in the Arizona Territory.
I was just 12.
He was away, fighting Apaches.
By the time he got back, she was buried.
He was different after that. I never saw him laugh again.
You know, almost all of his career,
they've called him Old Iron Pants.
I never could really quite believe
it was him they... they meant it for.
It was always as if the man they called Iron Pants
was somebody else, not my father at all.
Do I have the general's permission to turn in, sir?
Yep.
Morgan.
Yes, sir.
He's a fine-looking boy, isn't he?
He's a fine-looking man, sir.
It's just you ain't got eyes to see it yet.
47...
48...
49...
50, sir.
Whew.
Ahh. That air.
We don't have anything like that back east.
General, I'd like to show something else
you don't have back east.
Do you remember how to read those?
Pawnee smoke-signals. Perfectly, Mr. Nolan.
General, you've given your order.
But I ask you, sir, please reconsider it.
At least go and have a talk with Gray Hawk.
Would you, sir? Would you give Gray Hawk a chance
to prove he wants peace?
He'll get that chance to turn himself in
with Wild Horse and the other hostiles.
Then maybe I'll begin to believe it.
General, the Pawnees are hungry.
That's no concern of mine.
Well, it is a concern of mine, a big concern.
Those Indians didn't make their big hunt this year
because Gray Hawk told them
the government was going to feed them.
Now it's too late for the Pawnees to hunt.
The game is all gone.
They're not just going to sit there and starve.
They're gonna go and look for food wherever they can find it.
And that's gonna mean one thing: fighting, killing.
Mr. Nolan, there's something involved here
that's more important than a tribe of wild Indians.
There's government principle, government policy.
I'm not going to put the United States government
in the position of being blackmailed
by a bunch of wild Indians.
My order remains unchanged.
All right, General, you're calling the shot.
I have one other request I'd like to make of you.
And that is?
There's a cattle drive on it's way to Abilene.
Request the general's permission to guide the troops
to the drive and escort them through Pawnee territory.
Indian attack is an occupational hazard of driving cattle.
Permission denied.
It'd only be a day or two out of our way!
Permission denied!
Then let me ride out there and warn them
we're bringing the trouble on. That's the least we can do.
Mr. Nolan, when you signed on as a scout,
you took an oath of loyalty and obedience.
Your responsibility is to the Army
not to a gang of Texas drovers.
My orders are that you will guide us to Ft. McClintock
by the most direct and expeditious route.
General Perry...
That's an explicit, direct, and clear order.
And that's the end of it.
Mr. Perry, your patrol will be ready to move out in 18 minutes.
Yes, sir.
Quince.
Yeah, I been watching it, Boss.
Can you make 'em out?
Nope. Not all the way.
This is one of those times, I really miss Pete.
He could read those like yesterday's newspaper.
What are you doin' here?
I thought you were supposed to be at the river crossing.
I was just there.
You're supposed to wait 'til the Pawnee got there.
Well, that's just it. There are no Pawnees there.
What?
Not a one.
I never made a drive to Abilene
when we didn't have to buy off those Indians with scrubs.
You complainin' not havin' to give up 150 animals?
Yeah, let's not knock good luck.
I don't know.
I'd just feel a lot safer
if those Pawnee were out where we could see 'em.
Mr. Nolan, I haven't been in this part of country
since Fort McClintock was built.
But from my reading of the map, we should've been there by now.
I'm taking you there the best way I know, sir.
Advance!
Orders or no orders, General,
I wasn't going to let them get bushwhacked.
Mr. Nolan, you will consider yourself under arrest
for direct disregard of an order.
And inasmuch as we're at war with the Indians,
it will come under the Articles of War
concerning disobedience on the field of battle.
Sir.
Did you know anything about this, Mr. Perry?
The lieutenant knew nothing about this.
He's new out here. He doesn't know the country.
Now, if you'll excuse me.
Mr. Perry, was Mr. Nolan telling the truth?
Were you aware that he was disregarding orders?
I knew nothing about it, sir.
All right, Mr. Nolan may be attempting desertion.
Have your troop follow him.
Did you hear all that, Morgan?
Yes, sir.
Yeah, well, he's not only a weakling. He's a liar.
Ah, you're a holy terror, General.
Why, I lied to you 100 times myself.
Follow me!
Pick it up, butter-fingers!
Yes, sir, Mr. Wishbone.
Mr. Mushgrove, let me see your hands.
I could'a swore you had nothin' but 10 thumbs.
Now, Mr. Nolan, you oughtta know by now I don't take...
- Pete! - Wish.
Good afternoon, Mr. Nolan.
Well, it still smells like you're cooking the same thing
you been cooking for 5 years.
Now, don't you start belittlin' my cookin'!
Don't look like that Army grub's got you any prettier.
I'll tell you the truth, Wishbone.
It's just been plumb awful.
A lot of times I'd be sittin' there eatin'
fried prairie dog or roast mule.
And I'd think of the amazing things you could fix
out of just plumb nothin'.
- Hey, Pete! - Hi.
Hey, everybody! Pete's here!
Oh, and what hole did you crawl out of?
- Did you quit the Army? - Good to see ya.
We would've been lost without you, Pete.
That's the plain faced truth.
What brought you back? The smell of beeves?
We got your messages. And got the good luck piece.
'Tisn't every cattle drive's got it's own guardian angel.
That flag was so beautiful, Mr. Nolan,
standin' there all alone.
What'd you do? Bring it with you?
Oh, no, I left it there for other people to see it.
Hey, Mushy, when I left the drive,
I gave you a pair of spurs. What'd you do? Lose 'em?
Oh, no, Mr. Nolan. I wouldn't do anything like that!
Fat chance he'd ever lose 'em.
He spends half of every day polishing 'em!
Say, what are you doing around here anyway?
You want your job back, you got it like that.
Nah, it's not that, Mr. Favor.
Well, Mr. Nolan, to your first military offense,
you've now added a second... attempted desertion.
Huh? What's he talkin' about, Pete?
Mr. Favor, this is General Perry. I'll let him tell you.
General Perry... now that rings a bell.
I'll save you the effort of trying to remember, Mr. Favor.
You're probably more familiar with the name Old Iron Pants.
Yeah, sure!
I led a company of Texas mounted against you at Chickamauga.
Did you?
Hey, Pete, I still don't understand
what is all this about military offense,
attemptin' to desert.
Well, that's not too important now, Mr. Favor.
What's important is those Pawnees are liable to break out.
And if they do, the first thing they're going to do is hit this herd.
Break out?
The Pawnees have always behaved themselves pretty well.
Give 'em a couple of scrubs, they go way happy.
The Pawnees are raiding again.
Not the Pawnees, General.
Just Wild Horse and a few followers.
And just how come the Pawnees are gonna turn against us?
Because the general was supposed to deliver 500 head of cattle
to Gray Hawk to seal a treaty of peace.
He sent the beef back where it came from,
and now he's gonna take prisoners.
That's the primary mission of the Army in the west...
to punish Indians for incursions.
The Pawnees are hungry.
They were countin' on that beef.
Now, they know they're not gonna get it.
They're gonna look for food.
And the nearest place there is is right here.
And that's why you came... to warn us.
I figure you got a better chance if you know they're comin'.
So this was his military offense?
Mr. Nolan is working for the Army, Mr. Favor, not for you.
His orders were to escort me to Ft. McClintock
by the most direct route, not to take a 2-day detour,
to make social visit to old friends.
Social visit? Saving our lives?
This is military business, Mr. Favor, not yours.
I'm not required to explain my judgment or my decisions.
If our herd is liable to attack from starving Indians,
it is plenty of our business.
Now that you've made this mess, what're you gonna do about it?
You gonna give us some protection?
We could do that, General. The trail to Ft. McClintock
follows almost the same as the cattle trail,
at least until we're out of Indian territory.
Cattle move at the rate of about 5 or 6 miles a day.
That would delay my arrival at Ft. McClintock by almost a week.
The way I understand it, General,
you do have another mission out here... protecting civilians.
And before you make any final decisions,
I think I ought to point out to you that I have 25 men.
Seems like you got less than a dozen.
If it did come to an Indian attack,
protection might be the other way around.
Well, you... you do make sense, Mr. Favor.
All right, we'll combine our forces
until we're through the area of danger.
Who's your most experienced man?
Cpl. Bennett, sir.
Summon him.
- Cpl. Bennett. - Yes, sir.
Come with me.
Cpl. Bennett, you will ride immediately to Ft. McClintock
rejoin us here with every man that can be spared
from the garrison there.
Look, General,
there doesn't need to be any Indian trouble at all.
We got 150 head of scrub that we were gonna give them anyway.
That'll hold 'em for a while.
I'll give no food to hostile Indians.
How come you got such a big hate on for the Indians?
I don't hate the Indians, Mr. Favor. I hate the enemy.
Well, when do they stop bein' the enemy?
When they're dead.
Well now, that might fit every man here, General.
We were the enemy.
But we ain't dead yet.
- You know where Gray Hawk is? - Yeah.
Would you take those scrubs and deliver 'em to him?
Yes, sir, I sure will.
Mr. Nolan, at the present time you are under arrest
and face a long term in military prison.
If you see fit to disobey me once again,
I'll see to it personally that you face a firing squad.
It was my recollection, Corporal,
that I'd given you an order.
Yes, sir.
Good day, gentlemen.
Request the general's permission to speak.
All right, Mr. Perry.
I wish to report to the general
that I have just inspected the guards.
Everything is in order, sir.
Thank you.
May I continue, sir?
Continue, please.
Sir, I bear a commission in the United States Army.
It gives me the right to express my own judgment.
That's correct.
Sir, I believe the general's method of handling
the present emergency is entirely wrong.
Continue, please, Mr. Perry.
Sir, I believe that Gray Hawk should be given
those 150 scrubs.
I believe further that the general
should confer with Gray Hawk immediately
in an effort to avoid a full-scale war.
Yes, Mr. Perry.
General, supposing you're right.
Supposing Gray Hawk does take the beeves
and then betrays his own word.
I mean, what would we lose? 150 scrawny animals.
Aren't they worth that in... in a gamble for peace?
Are you asking a question, Mr. Perry?
Yes, sir.
Then the answer is that in my judgment
there is no gamble involved.
I know Gray Hawk to be a treacherous man.
These raids of the past few weeks
continue a pattern that has stretched out
over the last 20 years.
The only good that beef would do
would be to, well, give the Pawnees full bellies
to fight the war on.
My decision remains unchanged.
I should like to inform the general
that as soon as we reach Ft. McClintock
I intend to go on record as having opposed that decision.
That is also your privilege, Mr. Perry.
When you have your statement down on paper,
if you'll bring it to me, I'll endorse it.
What did I tell you, General? Your son is a man.
Every word he said made sense and you know it!
Just you're too blasted bull-headed to break down
and admit that he's right, and you're wrong!
Sgt. Morgan!
Yes, sir!
Look, Pete, you can't do it.
That old fool said he'd have you shot.
He's just mean enough to do it!
Losin' the herd ain't even worth it!
It's more than just you and the herd now, Mr. Favor.
If those Pawnees start a war
this whole country's gonna be running in blood.
Only way you can stop me
is just tell me I can't have those scrubs.
No, I ain't tell you that, Pete.
Well, I will.
I've been expecting something like this.
Mr. Perry, you will dismount and consider yourself under arrest.
Mr. Nolan, we're waiting on you.
I order you to get off that horse immediately!
General, you can give orders 'til you're blue in the face
but you're not going to stop us!
We're going to take those scrubs to Gray Hawk
and pray that it's not too late.
After that, General,
you can deal with me as you see fit.
You'll face a court-martial!
That is your privilege, General.
And there's just one more thing you ought to know.
I lied when I told you I didn't know Mr. Nolan
was leading us to the herd.
I knew it and approved it from the beginning.
And now, sir, please let go of those reins.
Sergeant, call the guard!
- Let go of them! - Sergeant!
Well, General,
you finally got to hear what you wanted to hear.
Order!
These men will be driving cattle,
that will slow them to a walk.
You will pursue, arrest them, and bring them back here.
Yes, sir.
Should they attempt resistance,
you will use whatever measures are necessary.
Trooper, you have your orders.
Sir.
It's Cpl. Bennett, sir.
Looks like there ain't gonna be any reinforcements, General.
Maybe you'd better keep those men here.
We'll double the guard. Just sit tight here
until we find out if Pete and the others made it to Gray Hawk,
and if they could get him to call off this war.
Logan and Bavero, give me a hand here!
Howdy, Boss.
Mr. Favor.
The general requests your presence at his tent.
Old Iron Pants has a request, huh?
Well, I guess we'd better snap to.
Think the general might suffer through
if I had a cup of coffee first?
I've made some fresh, Mr. Favor.
Uh, Mr. Favor, I...
Yeah?
I wish I could make you understand
the general a little better.
Right, I wish you could, too.
Mr. Favor's here, sir.
Huh? Oh. Send him in.
Good evening, Mr. Favor. Sit down, won't you?
I've just been informed that you've made your rounds,
and I was wondering is everything quiet?
So far.
So far? You expecting trouble?
You're the Indian expert.
Yeah...
Tell, Mr. Favor, what was your rank in the Army?
Captain.
Ah, good rank. Best rank there is.
Enough authority to make a few decisions
and, well, very little responsibility.
Is that how you found it?
I ain't an officer no more if this goin' to be
an officer-to-officer talk.
Thank you.
Tell me, Mr. Favor, how long do you think
it will take them to reach Gray Hawk?
Should be there by now, if they made it.
If they made it?
Four men, four determined men
ought to be able to watch out for themselves.
Pete and the two drovers, they can handle themselves.
So can my son, Mr. Favor. So can my son.
He's a soldier.
Well, we'll know soon enough, tomorrow or the next day.
Tell me, Mr. Favor,
do you think they'll return here?
That is if nothing prevents them from doing so.
If you're worried about Pete,
he never run from nothing in his life.
And he won't run from your court-martial.
I believe I can say the same for my son.
Thank you, Mr. Favor, that will be all.
Mr. Favor.
It's... it's been extremely difficult
for me to accept my son as a grown man, as an officer.
Yeah. That's pretty plain to see. Good night.
I wanted to talk to him, Morgan, about Matt.
What prevented my talking to him
when I needed to so much?
Just like everything else, General, it takes practice.
Ah.
Favor, this is Gray Hawk.
Gray Hawk. What's he doin' here?
Those scrubs he made us bring 'em back.
Of course he'd turn down a few scrubs
when he's got his eye on 3,000 fat beeves.
You're wrong, General. Once again you're dead wrong.
Well, I'm awfully glad you're here, Gray Hawk.
Saves me the trouble of chasing you all over the territory.
I have come to talk to my old enemy, Timber Wolf.
There's nothing to be said
until your son is arrested and punished for his crimes.
I demand to speak now!
By what right do you demand?
Old enemies have claims on each other
the same as old friends.
You'd better listen to him, General.
Half of his braves have defected
and the other half are ready to follow.
All the more reason for not bothering with him.
General, there's still time to prevent this war!
By doing what?
You will take 500 head of cattle...
the exact amount promised, no more and no less...
bring them to Black Canyon for all my people to see.
I thought we'd get back to that.
Timber Wolf, hear me well.
I have brought my people to peace.
I told them this government would feed them.
I told them that what I'd promised would come to pass.
And then they learned this great general
was not going to make a treaty,
that there would be no food for their wives and children.
My people lost faith in me.
Many men walked away.
Said I lost the respect of the white man.
Timber Wolf, my people do not want war.
But I tell you now they will fight
before they see their families starve.
Come to Black Canyon with me.
Give me back the respect of my people
and there will be no war.
It's too late for that now, Gray Hawk.
Your son has made it too late.
It's true. He has done many things.
He should be punished.
Am I to understand that you approve
of your son being punished?
He has violated my word. He has hurt his people.
Where is Wild Horse?
I do not know.
Heh, you do not know...
Makes it pretty safe to talk about punishing him, doesn't it?
You almost had me fooled, Gray Hawk. Heh.
With all the experience I've had
with the false noble face of the Indian,
you almost had me fooled.
He's your prisoner, Mr. Perry.
You forget, sir, I am under arrest myself.
Mr. Perry, you are wearing a uniform,
and I gave you an order.
Yes, General, you gave me an order.
I will arrest Gray Hawk.
And what happens after that will be on your head,
your conscience, if you have one.
Mr. Perry, you are an officer in the United States Army.
Are you trying to excuse the outrages committed
by this man's son?
Wild Horse is guilty of being true to his creed.
And you, sir, are guilty of the same offense!
Mr. Perry!
Only Wild Horse is a savage and a boy.
And you're supposed to be a civilized man, an officer,
charged with a responsibility.
You're indulging yourself, sir, and you don't have that right!
Forgive me, Chief.
Well...
the second half of the circus.
First the righteous whine of the father,
then when that doesn't work, the son.
Heh. I thought you didn't know where Wild Horse was.
He did not come with me. I did not know he was here.
Wild Horse, put down that rifle
and call in those who follow you.
My father, you are a fool.
I may be a fool. But I'm still your chief!
Put down that gun!
My father, you are nobody's chief.
The Pawnees now call me chief!
My warriors will take cattle, all the cattle they need.
But first I will take you.
Naturally, and then when the Army runs you down,
you'll have something to bargain with.
Now...
This camp is surrounded.
The country's filled with more Pawnees.
By the hundreds they leave the tribe to join me!
You will come with me, Timber Wolf
or everyone here will die.
And the first one to die will be you!
I think you will come with me now, Timber Wolf.
Wild Horse, my son,
the general is a famous man.
The soldiers will not rest until they destroy every Pawnee.
Old man, you are yesterday.
This is today and tomorrow!
When you were young you were a great warrior.
But now you're old and you're tired,
and you want your people to be old and tired, too.
I only want my people to live in peace!
You have had your wars, Old Man.
Do not try to deny me mine.
Each man must prove himself so that he knows he's a man.
Timber Wolf, you will come with me now.
Timber Wolf, I speak for the last time.
Does that prove I want peace?
It proves your contempt for human life
even the life of your son!
Pawnees!
Pawnees, stop!
- Ah. - Ugh.
Whew.
Take that belt off. Whew.
Pawnees, I am your chief!
Where are you going?
To get Gray Hawk before somebody kills him.
Mr. Perry, you will not.
You still got to stop this war. If you haven't got Gray Hawk,
you haven't got anybody to stop it with!
Matt, come back here!
Pawnees, hear me!
The one who is my son is dead!
Matt!
Does this prove anything, General Perry?
Ugh.
No, Matt!
Pawnees, obey me! Put down your rifles!
We will turn our backs on war and live with honor
among the people from the East.
I'm your friend! I've never betrayed you.
You dishonor your chief in the eyes of the white man.
Now, obey him! Come on out!
Order! Hum.
We have both killed our sons, Timber Wolf.
Is that enough to buy the peace?
Gray Hawk...
It is a strange thing.
Both you and my son wanted war.
That can be forgiven in youth who wants to be a man,
but who can forgive an old and stupid man who is a general?
Gray Hawk.
For our treaty.
I take your hand to bind the peace,
not as one man takes the hand of another.
Mr. Favor, I'd like your permission
to commandeer 500 head of your best beef.
I'll give you a military voucher.
And I'll ride with you, Gray Hawk, to Black Canyon.
And we'll make our peace.
And then, Timber Wolf,
climb to the top of the highest hill
and try to make your peace with God.
Well, it's time for me to be making tracks.
Eh, sure hate to see you going off again, Pete.
One thing's sure, much as we could use you,
the Army sure needs you more.
And we'll make full use of him,
I can assure you of that, Mr. Favor.
I'd like you to know that I am dropping all charges
against Mr. Nolan.
That's very generous of you, General.
Thank you, sir.
Mr. Favor.
Yes, General.
We may never cross paths again.
Sorry. I can't say that that's going to bother me a bit.
I... I can realize that.
But I want you to know that no matter how old one is,
one is never too old to learn.
Wild Horse could have learned from his father.
As for me, well, I've been graced to learn from my son.
I'd like you to believe that.
Still seems like the wrong people got hurt.
Mr. Favor, sir,
General Perry would be glad to exchange places with his son
instead of having to remember for the rest of his life that...
that he killed him.
Well, you get tired of that Army chow,
well, just come on back to us.
Yeah, I'll, do that, Wish. I'll do that.
Take care now.
- Bye. - Bye.
Take it easy.
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'
- Hyahl - Rollin' rollin', rollin'
Hyahl
Rawhide
- Hyahl - Rollin', rollin', rollin'
Hyahl