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
Mr. Wishbone.
Get that off of my sourdough.
Well, what'll I do with this pot?
Well, I can make a suggestion.
Yes, sir?
Wear it for a bonnet.
What about the stew?
Feed it to the gophers.
Do you have any gophers in mind?
I'll stand, Pat.
I'm in.
Twenty bottles of whiskey.
Full or empty?
Full.
I'll see you and raise you 50 head of horses.
Live or dead?
Roan tails.
I'll tell you what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna call both of you
and bet you my ranch in Kansas.
Jim, you ain't got a ranch in Kansas.
You ain't got no 20 bottles of whiskey,
no more than Narbo here has 50 head of horses.
Now, what are you gonna do?
I'm gonna bet.
Five cents.
Five cents?
Yeah, five cents.
Clay, I think you're bluffing.
Scared us out.
Weather coming up.
Sounds like a storm someplace.
Senor Clay, there is a saying I have heard.
Cards are the Devil's Book.
You read cards, Hey Soos?
A little.
Oh, would you read some for me?
Sí, Señor.
Pick two cards.
No, this deck's pretty old.
I'd cheat.
Let me try another way.
One that'll keep me honest, huh?
You got a real fast draw and a good aim,
but people have been fired for shootin' in my camp.
The ace of spades. It stands for death.
Who's death, Hey Soos?
I will look at the other card.
The jack of clubs.
What does that mean?
It does not name the one who is to die.
The knave is a wanderer. He brings death with him.
Looks like your Señor Death is right on time,
Anything I can do for you?
I said, anything I can do for you?
He can't speak, and he can't hear.
A deaf mute.
What's the matter with you, Hey Soos.
You look like you've seen a ghost.
When death sends a messenger, he does not listen,
for that might soften his heart.
He does not speak, for he does not wish to give hope.
Looks like somebody wants Rowdy.
Maybe you should not tell this man where Rowdy is.
Why not?
Because when the messenger of death comes, he comes on the wings of the wind.
The sound of his coming is like the sound of thunder.
Our visitor sure took off in a hurry.
Or was taken.
Maybe I ought to go into town.
What for?
Rowdy maybe got himself into some kind of trouble.
Well, he can mighty well get himself out of it.
He's done it before.
Yeah, maybe, but I don't like the people that come looking for him.
Well, you just stay right here. I'm the boss now.
Deal the cards.
I sure am glad to see you, mister.
Oh, are you?
Well, I've got a favor to ask. Would you mind searching me?
Why would I want to be doing a thing like that for.
Well, I was on the way to my ranch,
and I stopped to give a jasper a ride.
First thing I know, he pulled a gun on me,
ordered me out of the wagon and then drove off.
Well, he must have wanted your wagon pretty bad, huh?
Yeah.
Which way you heading?
South, about 20 miles.
You'll be passing my ranch.
Now, you ought to make sure that I haven't got a gun on me.
You wouldn't want to happen to you what happened to me.
Look, I ain't too worried about that, mister.
Go ahead.
Go on, search me.
All righty.
No gun. Come on, climb aboard.
Oh, thank you.
And may the Lord keep and bless you.
Yeah.
Nice.
There we are.
Whistle or wail, it's gonna hail.
I learned that from my mother.
It don't hail too much in Texas.
My mother wasn't a Texas woman.
Irish she was.
Oh, yeah.
And I'm a day late already.
I can just see Mr. Favor when I tell him
the wheelwright who was fixin' this wagon was gonna have a baby,
and that's the reason I was held up in town.
Hmm.
Make it the wheelwright's wife and he might believe you.
He wouldn't believe me if I had a stack of witnesses as high as cottonwoods.
He wouldn't believe them either.
Well, under the circumstances, it's grateful I am to you
that you offered to give me a ride back to my ranch.
It's on the way.
Well, it ain't as good as the ranch,
but these trees will shelter us some.
I'll see you in the morning.
Sure, Mr. Yates, in the morning.
Hello?
Kilo?
Hello?
Hello? Is anybody in here?
Uh...
You better... better get your breakfast.
Muffins are getting cold.
Anybody up there?
I locked him in.
They can't fool Mackie.
Are you sure you did the right thing, Mr. Mackie?
Maybe he come here to help us.
- He looked real nice. - He was wearing a gun.
Why didn't you stay in that bedroom?
I get lonesome in there.
We've acted without any proof.
We ain't in the courtroom now, Judge.
The young man seemed to be quite inoffensive, Mr. Wells.
Anybody that carries a gun when I haven't got one, Judge, offends me.
Perhaps you're right.
Shh.
He's trying to shoot his way out.
Those were rifle shots. They came from outside.
Gee, I hope they didn't hit him.
Franny.
But at least that proves that he's not one of them.
The young lady is right.
Mr. Mackie, will you unlock the door?
Could be another of their tricks.
We're at their mercy anyway.
If they had wanted to come inside and show themselves,
we couldn't have stopped them.
They needn't have staged such an elaborate farce.
We got somebody locked up, we oughta keep him locked up.
Because we're locked up, too, Mr. Wells?
What's the big idea, huh?
You may as well put the gun away, young man.
None of us is armed,
nor have we any intention of harming you.
Who locked me in?
I did.
The name is Mackie...
age indeterminate,
thirst unquenchable.
Mr. Mackie locked the door, but he also unlocked it.
I'm Miss Armstrong.
I'm Franny Wells. This is my husband Burt.
My name is Thomas Larkins.
This is George Ash.
And now, who are you?
Name's Rowdy Yates. I'm a drover.
Just what is a drover doing here?
I'm looking for a few horses that were stolen from me.
- When did this happen, Mr. Yates? - Last night.
In that case, we can all alibi each other.
We were all here last night,
as we have been for several days.
You can believe him when it comes to alibis.
He's a judge.
The kind of judge that I come up before
every other week or so.
I'm retired now, Mr. Mackie.
What are you people, uh...
What are you doing all together here?
We don't know.
At least none of us admits he knows.
I don't get it. A place like this out in the middle of nowhere...
Well, if you think we like it here...
Why don't you get out?
You tried that, didn't you, Mr. Yates?
You don't know who's keeping you prisoner here?
We don't know.
At least most of us don't know.
One of us perhaps does.
Breakfast will be getting cold. Shall we go?
There's gotta be a way out of this place.
Best ham and eggs I had in a long time.
Thank you, son. They keep well stocked larder, anyway.
Tell me, Mrs. Armstrong... Just how did you get in here?
I'm a nurse. I got a message that there was a man sick here.
I hired a buggy to bring me out, sent the buggy back,
came up to the front door, and...
There were people here, but none of them sick.
No one seems to know how long we're to be kept here.
Burt and me was on a stagecoach going south to San Antonio.
Two men held up the stage.
They didn't take anything except Burt and me.
They brung us here.
Did you get a look at them? What did the men look like?
They was masked.
One was tall and thin.
The other was tall and fat.
Well, that must mean whoever brought you here
wanted you and your husband the same time that Mrs. Armstrong was here.
What about this fella Mackie that's here?
Why not ask Mackie yourself, young man?
All right, Mackie, I'll ask you.
Tell me, how did you get here?
Well, I wish I knew.
I was having my second bottle
in the Kinston Saloon and Gambling Parlor,
when...
if you'll excuse the expression, I passed out.
That's something that usually happens when I reach the second bottle.
And that's your whole story?
No.
When I woke up, my hangover was usual,
but my surroundings were not.
Somebody'd gone to a great deal of trouble to bring me here.
Now, you, I believe, said that you strayed in here looking for your horses?
Yeah, that's exactly what I said.
There's a stable out in back.
You can see it from the kitchen if you're careful. Come on.
Don't do it.
Well, Judge, how'd you get here?
I was on my way home to Boston
in my own rig.
Boston, civilization, culture.
The conversation about books.
The latest poem of William Cullen Bryant.
The opera perhaps.
Blast it!
I've earned it by all these years in this wilderness!
Oh, it seems to me, Judge, you've earned a place in this house.
How? Why?
Well, you're here.
Well...
you people were brought here.
I stumbled in here by accident.
There are always two men with rifles outside.
Good luck, young man.
Help me with the dishes, dear.
I ain't accustomed to that sort of thing.
I'm an artist.
You are an artist, and I am a nurse,
and we are going to do the dishes.
Being held captive don't seem to bother you too much, does it, Mackie?
Mr. Yates, most people are unhappy
when they're away from their accustomed places,
be it their homes, their stores or whatever.
Home for old Mackie is where the bottle is.
Yeah.
Hey, Judge, what about him?
He's a man of few words,
and they're not always well chosen words.
Outside of the fact that his name is George Ash and that he was the first one here,
we know nothing about him.
What are you two whisperin' about?
Where's my wife?
She's helping Mrs. Armstrong with the dishes.
I want you to stay away from her.
Look, Mr. Wells,
my job's with a herd on the Chisholm Trail,
and that don't take me near anybody's wife.
You ain't with the herd on the Chisholm now.
I don't need you to tell me that.
You say there's a stable out back?
Yeah, I did.
If I go back to my outfit and bring back half the drovers,
providing I can get out of here,
I can set you people free.
None of us would oppose your leaving, Mr. Yates.
Come on, I'll show you where it is.
You might have a chance.
Here we are. Look at all this food.
Well stocked shelves, huh?
Plentiful larder. I suppose it keeps the others pretty happy.
Sometimes I wish that I were more interested in food.
Where does this all come from anyway?
Oh, a tall thin man brings the supplies every morning.
A tall thin man with a rifle.
He don't say nothing.
Don't even answer when you talk to him.
My dear, he's a deaf mute.
The least he could say is good morning.
You know, I'll bet he can't talk.
Yeah, well, that's probably why he's the jailer.
Is the door you say leads out to the stable?
Yeah. It's right out there.
It isn't a lot, but then neither is the front one.
I'd give some thought to it before I walked out there.
- You trying to discourage me? - Oh, no, no.
You go right ahead.
After all, how long can the supply of liquor here last?
Wait a minute.
Good luck.
Thanks.
Kilo.
What's that?
It's Spirits of Ammonia.
Strong enough to wake the dead,
although I don't know how long it keeps them awake.
How'd I get back in here?
The tall thin one brung you in the front door,
dropped you, and then went out again.
Funny thing, they let you get out as far as the stable.
What's so funny about that?
maybe they want to have a little talk with you.
I'll I know is, when I got in that stable, somebody hit me on the head.
We've only your word for that.
Like to feel the lump back there?
None of us have been permitted to even touch these curtains,
and yet they let you go out of the house.
You returned, of course,
but there's still a question to be answered.
Yeah, well, you better ask the boys out there with the rifles.
You still got a gun.
Why didn't they take it from you?
No idea.
The reason could be because you're in with them.
I ain't in with nobody.
That being the case,
you won't mind turning it over to me.
Yeah, I'd mind.
You're turning over that gun,
mind or not.
We've got more than guns to worry about.
Yeah, what's that?
You come and see.
They've took the food away.
Yes, dear, every bit of it.
And so the poor doggie had none.
Scarlet, what's the matter with you?
Mr. Favor said nobody was to go after Rowdy, he meant it.
Oh, that was just talk.
Mr. Favor said any kind of trouble Rowdy got into,
he got into it by himself.
He can get out of it all by himself
I guess you're right, Joe.
It was kind of foolish of me to go helping Rowdy,
especially since I'm after his job.
I'd say that's kind of foolish.
Yeah, real dumb, considering that my chances
are a lot better when he's gone.
You know, I got one problem, though.
I want to take his job away from him while he's here,
rather than when he's lost and gone somewhere.
No more food,
and that's all the water.
We shall have to ration it very carefully.
For how long?
You don't have to count me in on the water ration.
We were all brought here, kept prisoner here,
and now it appears we're going to be starved to death.
We'll die of thirst long before we starve.
- Burt... - Oh, shut up.
I got here by accident,
but it seems to me there'd be a reason why
the rest of you all wound up here.
What reason?
I don't know, but maybe if you got together
and compared notes, you might come up with an answer.
Maybe that answer might just tell us how we're gonna get out of this mess.
I think maybe we oughta try.
Yeah, you would.
Well, we'll all be more comfortable in the parlor.
Besides, no one will have to guard the water.
May I have the honor, ma'am?
I'm anxious to explore Mr. Yates' theory.
Because of my seniority, for no other reason, I'll take the chair.
Mrs. Armstrong, you're a nurse.
Where has your work taken you?
I was born in Texas.
My husband fought in the Confederate Army.
After he was killed at the Battle of Vicksburg, I became a nurse.
I never been out of Texas in my life.
Thank you, Mrs. Armstrong.
And what about you, Mr. Mackie?
I don't know any of you.
I'm beginning to wish I'd never seen any of you.
I do know every bar between Abilene and the Mexican border.
I had money once.
The bartenders have it all now.
That's the end of story.
Mr. and Mrs. Wells?
We're entertainers.
Burt and Franny.
Comic impersonations, popular songs, and funny sayings.
For example...
I remember one time I was ridin' through the sand hills just outside of El Paso.
That must've been right nice for you.
Why, it wasn't nice at all.
The wind had been blowin' up sandstorms for three days.
And remember, this here was in Texas.
What happened then?
As I was ridin' along,
I see a man's hat lyin' on top of a sand dune.
I ride over to it, get off, pick it up.
And what did you find?
Found there was a man's head in it.
Heavens! That was dreadful.
So I scratched the sand out of his eyes, ears, and mouth with my fingers.
I figured the first thing he'd say would be "thank you. "
What did he say?
He said, "Get a shovel.
I'm on horseback. "
They laugh a lot at that one down in the southern part of Texas.
Franny does impersonations. I...
I don't suppose any of you would be interested in seeing her do an impersonation.
Have you done most of your entertaining in Texas, Mr. Wells?
We've done it all over.
West, east.
And what about you, Mr. Ash?
Where I've been and where I'm going is nobody's business.
Are you sure you're going anywhere?
I been a lot of places, Judge.
But I don't know anybody who would want to coop me up in a house
and starve me to death.
You have no enemies?
I've got a lot of enemies.
But they'd all come after me with guns.
I was a Judge in northern Texas for 24 years.
I was born in Boston, educated at Harvard.
I'm afraid we don't have anything in common.
Now, Mr. Yates, we know that you're a cattle drover.
Can you add anything?
Not a thing.
Well, I see no point in waiting up for dinner.
Good night.
- Burt? - Yeah, yeah.
Good night, everyone.
Pleasant dreams.
I'd ask you gentlemen to join me in a drink but...
I wouldn't like to be any one of us, but least of I'd like to be that one.
Goodnight, Mackie.
You go on to bed and don't worry.
You know my aversion to water.
I'll be right on guard here
if anybody decides to take a drink during the night.
Yeah.
Oh... Goodnight
I didn't hear you knock.
Who's your boss?
Mrs. Armstrong?
Judge Larkin? Mackie?
Thanks for the visit.
I see you're not wearing your knife, Mr. Yates.
Yeah, I don't know if it's a surprise to anyone,
but that deaf mute paid me a visit last night.
Oh?
That's right.
Oh, why wake him, Mr. Yates?
You're sorry, ain't you, Franny?
Sorry? About what?
Marrying me.
I don't amount to much. The act don't amount to much.
It's good enough.
I seen the way you been looking at that drover.
That don't mean a thing.
Not to him. Maybe not even to you.
But me?
I'd give my life if you once look at me like that.
Offering your life right now don't mean very much.
But just to sit here.
Look, it's daytime outside.
There's light.
Why should we sit and hide in here behind drawn curtains
breathing stale air?
Hmm.
Don't touch that shade.
I'll show you who's afraid.
Well, it didn't hit the bone,
but I'll need water.
It must be very painful.
The water you're gonna use on him is all the water we got left to drink.
He's your husband, ma'am.
If he'd got hisself shot trying to help us or even trying to escape,
I might feel sorry for him.
But what he done was stupid, 'cause he's jealous...
jealous of every man who ain't afraid of his own shadow.
How are you feeling, Mackie?
Well, I still have a couple drinks left.
Now I only have one drink left.
I've been to livelier funerals.
Think I'll share Mr. Mackie's last drink.
Have you ever been in jail, Mr. Yates?
Yeah, a few times.
Was a prisoner of war.
Then this is your first time in condemned row.
I see you've been at my liquor, Mr. Yates.
I've been at your bottle, Mackie, but there ain't no liquor in it.
Tastes just like watered down coffee to me.
In that case, there's no point in pretending any further, is there?
Mr. Mackie, what do you want of us?
Your lives.
I'm afraid I've lied to all of you.
My name isn't really Mackie at all.
It's John W. MacKinnon. Does that suggest anything to any of you?
Perhaps I had better refresh your memories.
Kilo!
Put it down on the table there.
Go on back outside. My orders are the same.
Anyone coming out of the house is to be shot down.
That's what you're paying me for.
I had a son once.
His name was Edward J. MacKinnon.
Had he lived, he'd be twenty-six years old.
He died when he was nineteen.
What's that got to do with us here?
Don't be impatient, Mr. Yates.
As I said, he died when he was nineteen.
I had great plans for him. I was wealthy, powerful.
He could have become my successor, extended my power.
He'd have been a prince.
- What is your power, Mr. MacKinnon? - Ownership.
I own stocks in every railroad that spans this country.
I own shares in every mining enterprise from the silver mines of the South
to the copper mines of the North.
All these would have gone to my son.
But, as I said, he died when he was nineteen.
You think one of us here killed him?
All of you killed him.
I'll admit it wouldn't have been possible
if he hadn't been the romantic young fool that he was.
He wanted thrills and excitement,
wasn't interested in power, so he ran away.
I sent men after him to bring him back.
That was seven years ago.
You're the ones who helped him escape my men.
That was my son Edward. Now do you remember?
I never saw the kid before.
Looked like both bullets hit him.
Then he's the first to go.
The rest of you will follow in due time.
What did he do to your son?
Let's proceed in order. Shall we, Mr. Yates?
It begins with you.
Look, I told you I never saw the kid before.
Seven years ago you were in the town of Yuma in the Arizona territory.
Yeah, that's right. I was a prisoner of war there.
One particular evening
you were in the Silver Dollar Saloon in Yuma.
Probably was. So what?
You offered a young man a drink.
What's so unusual about that, huh?
While he was drinking with you, three of my men entered that saloon.
They wanted to bring him back to me. You interfered.
Wait a minute.
I still don't recognize the face,
but I remember there was a brawl that night, yeah.
Three jaspers came in, tried to jump the kid I was having a drink with.
You interfered.
Yeah, I would do it again, too,
anytime three men jump one.
You helped my son escape.
He ran out of that saloon and into the night.
That's right. I never saw him after that.
Mrs. Wells, you were the next one to see him.
He was just a kid
and so scared.
You worked in that saloon, didn't you?
Yeah, I worked in that saloon.
You hid my son from the men who sought him,
the men who were going to bring him back to me.
I just gave him a place to hide out for a night.
I feel sorry for your husband.
What are you sorry for me for?
You married very unwisely.
I'm not discussing your wife's character.
I am discussing her role in the death of my son.
In marrying her, you assumed a share in her fate.
That man lying dead out there,
George Ash...
a criminal with a long record.
He persuaded my son to join him in a bank robbery.
During the holdup,
the night watchman was killed.
I don't know whose finger pulled the trigger that killed him.
I don't care.
My son was wounded during that holdup.
He sought shelter from a Mrs. Armstrong.
He came to me.
- You nursed him back to health. - I'm a nurse.
And then you turned him over to the sheriff.
When I found out he was wanted for murder.
You turned him over to the sheriff.
He was using the name of Edward Walsh.
He was tried before me, found guilty,
and I pronounced sentence on him.
- Death by hanging. - Death by hanging.
It took years to get you all together here.
Now I'm going to give you the justice that you deserve.
You're insane.
The kid told me his mother died when he was born.
He said, in all his life,
nobody had ever shown him any tenderness.
Your son told me about you, Mr. Mackie,
about a father who wasn't interested in his son
but in an instrument for increasing his power.
The one thing he couldn't tell me about was his father's love for him.
I visited your son in his cell, Mr. MacKinnon,
while he was waiting for the hangman.
He prayed for the salvation of his father's soul.
He blamed you alone for his tragic situation.
Lies!
Those are rotten, sniveling lies!
You're trying to save your own miserable hides,
but it's no use.
George Ash was the first to go. Who will be the second?
I think I'll let you decide that among yourselves.
Yes, I'll enjoy that.
Till tonight...
Now, where do you suppose he could be?
You want to go look for him?
But we're not obeying instructions.
We haven't chosen his next victim.
Let him do it his-self.
If we don't give him a name,
he may kill all of us.
General idea anyway, isn't it?
Oh, I get the general idea.
If you hadn't helped his son escape,
he may never have got to Franny or Mrs. Armstrong,
and the judge wouldn't have had to sentence him to death.
I say you ought to be the first one. Ain't I right, Judge?
If one must, Mr. Yates has my vote.
- That ain't fair. - I supposed you'd like it if I went first.
No, but I'd like it if you offered to go first.
Doesn't seem to me that it makes any difference
who dies tonight.
He's going to try and kill us all anyway.
We can pray, Mr. Yates,
that a prairie fire will drive Mr. MacKinnon and his men away
or that a sudden change of heart...
What are you doing here?
Don't you recognize me, son?
I'm the United States Cavalry riding to the rescue.
Oh, he has quite a bruise here.
You alone?
I've never been loner in my life.
You just made about the dumbest mistake you ever made in your life.
You'll probably die here with the rest of us.
Hm?
There's nothing we can do about it.
We're in the hands of a madman.
He'll listen to no one.
You know...
I wonder about that.
Why not light more lamps?
The atmosphere needn't be so funereal.
Or perhaps it should be.
Ah...
the newcomer.
It's unfortunate that you blundered in at a time like this.
Well, have you chosen yet?
If you're delicate about seeing someone killed in front of your eyes,
you needn't worry.
The person of your choice will merely be invited
to step out the front door.
You can still change your mind, you know.
Why should I?
As far as you're concerned,
I'm the lord of life and death,
primarily of death.
Nothing alive can stop me.
What about something dead?
The dead have their own affairs to look after.
I think there's something here you ought to see, Mr. MacKinnon.
No, I mean, you're looking the wrong way.
Over there.
This is a dream,
a delusion.
I will not be mocked by a delusion!
Did you really think you could kill me again, father?
I never killed you, Edward.
Not with a bullet, Father,
or with a rope or a knife,
but you killed me.
No.
I have come back, Father.
Because I'm your father.
But you know I always wished you well.
I've come back because I hate you.
I hated you in life.
- In death I hate you. - No!
You will not let me rest.
- I hate you now. - No!
Oh, honey, you were just great.
Franny! Franny!
Have you a handkerchief?
Franny, are you all right?
Oh, you're lucky. He just grazed you.
It ain't bad, Burt, honest.
Are you sure?
You had me real worried.
- That Mackie... - Oh, him.
Honey, you know I can always handle a heckler.
Oh, you...
I've never seen such a ham-bone.
Why, I think up a good line,
she's got to think up a better one.
I work out a slick piece of business.
She can't rest until she's done the same.
Why, I can't even get shot without she has to top... top...
By the time I give them to the law and get back to the herd,
I'll have been gone longer than a week.
Favor's going to kill me.
Or fire you.
You'd like that, wouldn't you?
Look, if he's going to fire you, he's got to fire me right along with you.
- You all right? - Oh, yeah, fine. Thanks.
Oh, Mr. Yates, I...
I ain't sore about you anymore.
Well, I'm glad.
Say, that story you told the other night,
about the fellow being buried up to his neck in the sand...
Yeah.
I wasn't in too much of a mood for laughing then,
but that was a really... really funny story.
Thanks.
You sure told it real good, honey.
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