♪♪
Well, that's not the best range west of the Pecos, is it?
Well, you take what you can get.
Besides, you'll hit graze the other side of Denver.
Yeah, but what I can't understand is
how come that pasture went so bad, there?
Coal dust.
The mining did it.
Let me take a look at the map, will you?
Take about four days to go around the hill
via the old arroyo.
What do you think?
Well, if it isn't dried out...
the graze on the other side, I mean.
That's what we're gonna find out right now. Let's go.
That gulch is all clear, Rowdy!
Just like the last time!
Well, it looks like luck is finally running our way.
We better check and see
how much undercut those coal miners did.
Quince, while you're down there,
check that mine shaft entrance.
See if those miners went clear through to the arroyo.
(beams creaking)
Careful, Simon.
These old dugouts ain't too safe.
(growls)
(grunting)
(bear growling)
(bear growling, Quince yelling)
(gunfire continues)
(rumbling, creaking)
(deep rumbling)
(beams creaking)
(rumbling, clattering)
(thudding, creaking)
It's no use. We need more men.
I'll get all the men off the herd.
I'll stay here. Maybe there's another way in.
ROWDY: Right.
-♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪ -(whip cracks)
♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪
♪ Though the streams are swollen ♪
♪ Keep them dogies rollin' ♪
♪ Rawhide ♪
-(whip cracks) -♪ 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 ♪
(whip cracks)
♪ Move 'em on, head 'em up, head 'em up, move 'em on ♪
♪ Move 'em on, head 'em up, Rawhide! ♪
♪ Cut 'em out, ride 'em in, ride 'em in, cut 'em out ♪
♪ Cut 'em out, ride 'em in ♪
-♪ Rawhide... ♪ -♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪
- Hyah! -♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪
(whip cracks)
- Hyah! -♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪
- Hyah!
I Rawhide! I
-(whip cracks) - Hyah! Hyah!
-Hyah! -(whip cracks)
Can I have some more, Ed?
Well, sure you can, Jerry.
I'd be downright unhappy if you didn't get enough to eat.
How about another order of biscuits
for my friend Jerry here?
He didn't get much to eat back in our Albuquerque days.
He's a poor, skinny fella! Looky there.
I never seen either one of you two do anything but eat.
Take your plate up there to Cookie.
It isn't "Cookie,"” Rankin.
It's Mr. Wishbone to the likes of you.
RANKIN: What likes is that?
Likes that hasn't done a day's work
since you joined up, that's what.
RANKIN: Sure have, Mr. Cookie Wishbone.
I've been out scouting some of our beautiful scenery side.
Scouting? Scrounging, you mean.
Picking over what you think those miners
might have left behind.
Well, what they left behind's
a mighty interesting little souvenir.
Right over there.
WISHBONE: That miner's shack--
nothing would have been left there.
RANKIN: Nothing comes in some funny-looking jugs,
then, sometimes.
Did you ever hear of blasting gel?
Have you ever seen any gun cotton?
No, but I seen big wool mouths like you.
(knives scraping)
You oughtn't to call Ed names.
Ease off, Jerry.
You ought to be careful
how you talk to people, Mr. Wishbone.
(groans)
I want every man off the herd.
Wishbone, get picks and shovels, anything we can dig with.
What's the matter?
- We got a mine cave-in. - Oh...
- ROWDY: Give me that pick ax. -(tools clanking)
Phillips, go get me a horse!
Come on... come on.
What's the matter with you two? Haven't you got horses?
Come on... come on.
You didn't say who was in that cave-in.
Quince and Simon. Let's move.
ROWDY: Timber's wedged in here-- give me a hand.
COLBY: Stop digging.
I said, stop digging!
- What the devil do you mean? - Just what I said.
Wish, dampen that lamp down, try to get it going, huh?
This other tunnel's not sealed off.
Give me a hand in here.
Anybody bring a canteen?
Fill this up.
All right, good.
{(Wishbone grunts softly)
All right...
Should be around here somewhere.
Try clearing along here, huh, but be careful.
Try to get some of this slide back.
Oh, I think I've found it!
There.
-(shovels scraping) -...needs to make a little room...
(Jed sighs)
Wish, let me have that lamp.
(beams creaking)
(sighs)
(scraping)
(sighs)
Smashed... clean through to the other end.
Look, Jed, I don't know anything about mining.
The only thing I'm worried about is Quince and Simon.
Rowdy, I used to work the coal mines when I was a kid.
This here's a cross vent. It means air.
It also means that we might be able to find out
whether or not the others are still alive.
But this thing is useless.
However, if there's one cross-vent,
there's got to be another.
Well, but supposin' there's another one,
and it's closed, too?
Stop supposin', Wish.
(grunting with effort)
I think I've found something here.
(grunts)... dig!
-(clanking) -it's here.
Oh.
Wait a minute. Easy.
Wish, let me have that lamp here.
That one go through?
It goes through, all right.
What made the lamp flicker up like that?
Same thing that made me quit mining
when I was a kid-- coal gas.
I helped carry out ten men,
killed by the same kind of stuff that's sealed up in there.
Yeah, including Quince and Simon.
Maybe we can get them to hear us.
Jim? Simon?
I'm talking to you through an air shaft, a pipe.
Can you see it?
If you can see it, rap on it real easy.
Wish, jiggle that lamp back and forth.
Jim, can you see this light we're flashing?
(tapping)
That's right.
Quince! Simon!
Quince, you old galoot! Who is it?
It's me, Simon!
Is Jim with you?
Yeah.
COLBY: Are you hurt?
No, no, no, it's not me.
It's Quince.
I can't stop the bleeding.
A bear clawed his shoulder.
You better tell me what to do, Wish.
He's unconscious.
All right, Simon, now, this is what you do.
First, you drag Quince over to this air hole,
so he can breathe.
Then you get some dirt,
and you put it on where he's bleedin',
like a kind of a poultice.
Then you press it till he stops bleedin'.
When you get all that done, you rap and let me know.
All right, right.
(sighs)
We're gonna have to get the men to help dig him out of there.
Well, it'll fall just as fast as they can dig.
ROWDY: Well, you got some way figured to get in there to 'em?
Quince is hurt pretty bad.
We gotta get him out as soon as possible.
Let's start digging.
Yeah, that timber looks like the best spot.
Brace into it, huh?
Let me try to sink this pick behind it first.
(groans with effort)
(creaking)
(creaking continues)
(crashing)
Stop it!
They're knocking down the rest of the shaft!
Hold it! Stop digging!
- Stop digging, I said! - What are you talking about?
We're gonna bury 'em for sure this way.
The other side's caving away.
We got to get 'em out of there some way, but not by digging.
Is there any chance we could tunnel in from the side, maybe?
Time, Rowdy, time. Those gasses in the downdraft--
they'd kill our boys in a couple hours.
- You sure? - I'm sure.
If we have to ride all the way back to White Wash to get help,
it could take a half a day.
Wait a minute-- there's only one way to get them men
out of that mine and that is to blast 'em out.
- Is that right, Jed? - We don't have any dynamite
-to blast with. -But I ain't talking 'bout dynamite.
Well, what then?
Well, that stuff I found up at that old miner's shack.
Gun gel's what I think it is.
Only thing is, you set off that by concussion,
whereas with dynamite you set it off with a fuse.
You get me a jug of that
and I could blow this here caved-in mine wide open,
just like I was blasting ahead for track.
We got to chance it, Rowdy.
Okay, I'll ride up and get it.
(chuckles)
You got something on your craw, spit it out, Rankin.
Well, I-I said that that stuff would blow sky-high.
But it'll also go off just by the touch of your little finger
at the wrong time.
You can't haul that by horseback,
and you can't haul it one man alone on foot either.
You got to tie that down good and proper.
That's powerful stuff.
You got to have men to help you haul it, too,
like, uh, me and Jerry here.
Are you just talking your mouth off or have you ever hauled?
Didn't I tell you I railroaded?
Ed, I never done no railroading like you.
You just do what I say, boy.
And Mr. Yates, here, I figure he's, uh...
he's gonna pay a little just for this.
How much?
Well, uh, Jerry and I got to have me a stake.
The air in that vent pipe's smelling awful bad.
That's just a pocket of gas. That's the way it builds up.
You tell Simon and Quince to stay down, keep away from it.
Wish...
you got a blacksmith bellows that'll fit that pipe in there?
Why, sure, in the supply wagon.
Phillips, hightail it down there and bring it up here, huh?
How much?
Uh...
$500 for the two of us.
All right.
COLBY: Wish,
you keep talking to them through that air vent.
Say anything, you know, just keep talking,
so they don't pass out.
Where do we blow that blast stuff?
Well, you got to dig a hole back there,
right above where the cave-in is,
so it'll blow down and then out.
COLBY: You heard him. Get it ready for us.
The rest of you keep clear of this tunnel,
so the air can get through it.
That blast stuff better be there.
Oh, it's there.
But it's gonna be another thing getting it on up here.
We'll get it up here. Let's move out.
WISHBONE: Rowdy and Jed have gone to get some blasting stuff!
We'll have you out of there in no time!
Simon?
You hear me?
I'm still here, Wish.
All right, now, Simon, here's what we're gonna do.
You're gonna get yourself and Jim up close to this air pipe,
and I'm gonna keep you awake by getting even with you
for walking away on some of my stories.
You just get yourself up close here
and breathe nice and easy and relax.
Here comes the first one.
Now, this is the one about that cowboy
who woke up in jail one morning.
He looked around and he said to the deputy,
"Hey, Sheriff, what am I doing down here in Galveston
when I was headed for St. Joe?"
The deputy said back to him,
"First off, I'm not the sheriff,
and, second, this isn't Galveston.”
Then the cowboy says,
"Well, then that just makes everything fine.
You got the wrong man.”
The deputy said, "Well, I don't know. That may be,
but you'll do fine till someone better comes along.”
RANKIN: Set it in there easy and steady now.
Don't let it swing.
You want to save as much of that water as you can.
That's right.
Now lift it slow and steady.
ROWDY: Set it down.
Almost got wet.
(grunts)
Yes, sirree, Fatback, looks like them varmints
is aimin' to steal us blind.
You shoot that gun off
and you're gonna blow yourself up with us.
MAN: Keep them hands up.
- Come on, Jerry, let's take him. - No.
Uh, you own this here place?
Yep, and I also own that jug of juice you got there, too.
Bought it off of some coal diggers.
Any of you varmints know what you're messing around with?
Yeah, I do.
How do we know that you own it though?
'Cause I got the drop on you, that's why.
Like the man said, if you got it and they want it,
you only need two things: an old blunderbuss
and a gunnysack to carry the money off.
Look, if this old coot really owns this stuff,
he knows he's gonna blow himself to Hades
-if he shoots that gun off. - MAN: I got papers
-if you want to see 'em. - How much do you want for it,
including that old wagon over there?
I wouldn't sell it to you, sonny.
That gun gel's mighty dangerous.
Look, I got two men that are trapped in a mine.
Now, I'll give you $50 for it-- that's all I have.
Wait a minute, how old is that stuff?
Well, it's been around here quite some time.
Uh, don't reckon I'd know exact.
Well, when I was working railroad,
we didn't use no old stuff.
We liked our stuff kept nice and cold.
This stuff's been setting out in the sun too long.
MAN: Well, suit yourself.
But you're gonna have to get off of my property
and put that gun gel back where you got it.
He's right, son.
It is kind of old.
Well, I'm gonna buy it, no matter how old it is.
Well, that wagon might be a mite rusty.
Fatback, look at this. (laughs)
Uh, Jerry, get a nice calm horse out of the remuda--
wagon-broke, huh?
You hear that, Fatback? (laughs)
You have your joke, hear, you old horned toad.
What he means is that that horse might spook
and it's gonna set off that gun gel.
That's a chance we gotta take.
MAN: Well, haul it any ways you want,
it's yours now, but just let old Fatback and me clear out
before you start moving.
Now, wait a second.
You didn't sell us no blast cap yet.
I thought you knew all there was to know about gun gel.
You ain't working no railroad gang now.
You're gonna have to smash it without a cap.
That is, if you get it that far.
(chuckles) Come on, Fatback, let's get out of here.
(makes kissing sounds to goad Fatback to trot)
Jim.
Jim!
Come on, Jim.
Wish!
Wish, I can't bring him around!
Keep working on him, Simon.
Won't be long now.
That's old as sin and ready to rot out from underneath us
unless these traces go first,
that old horned toad thief.
Can I have some water, Ed?
What's the matter with you? Is your mouth dry already?
A job like this is like a battle.
Anybody with any sense has got a dry mouth,
except maybe somebody who had a big mouth.
All right, let's get this thing tied down so we can get moving.
And then this big old rustler, he said to the sheriff,
“"Beeves, why I thought they was Texas groundhogs.”
Ha!
Don't you laugh, Simon.
No, I know you can hardly help it but don't laugh, Simon.
Might use up air.
Simon, just tap for me.
Tap for me, Simon.
Simon?
Jim?!
Just tap for me, Simon!
(panting)
Tap for me, Simon!
Simon?!
(panting)
Jim?!
♪ Before the battle, Mother ♪
♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪
♪ I am thinking most of you ♪
♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪
♪ Just before the battle ♪
-♪ Mother ♪ - Rut!
♪ Thinkin'... ♪
Simon?
- Jim?! - (footsteps approaching)
Hold on, Simon!
Just hold on!
Give me that bellows. What took you so long?
Look, it's strapped down solid, Jerry.
Now keep your mind on what you're doing.
Keep that road clear.
You're lifting your end up a little high there.
Why don't you save yourself for some of that rough country
on up ahead?
I'm gonna keep lifting it high all the way.
There's still a few places I want to live to see.
Cattle chasing? What places you aiming to see
except the wrong side of a corral?
Now, Jerry and me, we gonna get our stake here and then...
we gonna get paid... (grunts) herding to Denver.
Denver's a big place.
That's the end of the line for us.
A man can really stretch out in Denver.
You can have all the towns I've been through,
from New York up through and including Denver.
Is that right? You really been to New York?
I've been there.
I think that might be a mite big for Jerry.
(bellows pumping)
Simon!
(panting)
(pants, sighs)
- Oh, then, watch that hole. - Hold it!
Ooh.
(creaking)
There's a rough stretch up ahead,
but I guess we're going to have to take it.
You didn't have to cave my chest in to tell me that.
Look, you'll stop when I tell you to stop.
Look, I'm the one that knows about the blasting.
Anybody who brags as much as you do
don't know anything about anything.
I wouldn't talk to Ed that way.
Get... Oh!
Let him go!
Look, this horse shies, and we all go up.
Now tell him to let go.
Let him go, Jerry.
And don't you go touching him again
unless I tell you to, hear me?
(Rowdy sighs)
All right, we're gonna make a run
for this hill, and we're not gonna stop.
We'll watch out for the ruts in rough places.
This wagon slides backwards, we'd really be in trouble.
Trouble? The braking grip don't even work.
You couldn't stop it.
Then maybe you better remember to keep it moving.
Let's go.
- COLBY: Stop! - RANKIN: What are you doing?
Keep that road clear, you square head!
Come on, breathe!
Simon, look out!
It's all right.
Look out, Simon! There's a bear!
It's all right. It's all right, Jim.
I'm right here.
Simon?
I'm right here, Jim.
I recollect now.
This cave-in.
How long we been here?
Oh, Lord, I don't know.
You know, I never have a watch about me when I need one.
(panting)
Something don't smell right.
(sniffing)
WISHBONE: Jim? Jim!
He's all right, Wish.
Jim, Rowdy's gone to get help.
It's only going to be a little while now.
And when the time comes, I'll tell you what to do.
Hear me, Jim?
I hear you, Wish.
Now, don't talk any more.
Simon, is Jim good enough SO you can go around,
take a squint down there, see what you can find?
What I mean is, I want to tell him some of the stories
I used up on you.
(Blake pants)
All right, Wish.
I'll do anything not to hear him twice.
Now, can you keep awake next to this pipe?
Now, don't try moving that hurt arm.
You just stay there until I get back.
It's about time I had a look around here,
see if there's another shaft out,
or a pocket of air some place.
Simon... stay low to the ground.
The-the air's better.
Look, if you get dizzy, now, you... you turn back.
I don't think I could drag you far with this bum arm of mine.
Now, don't you worry about me, Jim.
I'm not afraid of the dark.
If you ain't, you're a fool.
An. Nell, can I go now?
Yeah, you'll just do it anyway.
Be careful.
(Blake sighs)
Oh...
if I am held up,
well, there ain't no point in worrying Wishbone.
He might think I'm trying to get away from his jokes.
(rattling)
(grunts softly)
(rattling)
Snake!
(running footsteps)
(neighing)
COLBY: Rowdy!
(grunting with effort)
(grunting)
(Colby sighs)
That big dummy.
Some friend of yours.
How'd I know he was gonna run off, Mr. Yates?
Jerry's a good boy.
It's just them rattlesnakes and things.
You got to admit, he's strong, though.
Yeah, well, strong or not,
we've lost him and the horse, too.
(sighs)
Oh, well, makes no difference.
We'll just have to move on without him.
Oh, wait a minute--
you ain't paying me to do the job of two men and a horse.
Look, you get on your feet, Rankin.
We're moving out,
or else I'll tie that bottle to your head.
(grunting)
What's the use in going on?
They're dead, anyway.
Just shut up, Rankin.
- What good's us... - Can't you hear? Shut up!
RANKIN: I don't see as you're in any position
to make me right now.
COLBY: You sure?
RANKIN: Anyway, you two got no call
to be picking on me.
I'm earning my money.
Lousy 500!
I remember one time when I...
Wait a minute!
(wind whistling)
All right, say it.
I'm no good.
If it wasn't for you, Ed, I'd... I'd still be no good.
Get back on the wagon.
You gonna haul or not?
Yes, sir.
Then get on the front.
(wind whistling)
Glad you wanted to be a hero and save them friends of yours now?
Why don't you sing us another song, Rankin?
RANKIN: Yeah, you're a little bit touchy, ain't you?
(Rankin chuckles)
Well, you take your friends, and I'll take my $500, hear?
You mean yours and Jerry's, don't you?
You know why I come back?
$500.
No, that's for Ed,
'cause me and Ed-- we're gonna...
we're gonna get a start in Denver.
We're gonna live big and easy, and...
we-we won't have to run no more.
Run from what?
Uh... nothin".
♪♪
- Hold on... - Hold it!
(grunting)
(panting)
(sighs)
RANKIN: I thought you said
you had that tied down real good, trail boss.
That's right, I did hear you say it was tied real good.
It didn't come untied, Rankin. It snapped.
And on your side, too.
Why don't you get rid of him? We don't need him.
Yeah, well, unfortunately, Quince and Simon do.
(sighs heavily)
(sighs)
Do you think I was scared?
We're all scared, only not all of us whimper about it.
Hey, trail boss?
How about trading us off back here?
I can't balance this cow hand.
(wind whistling)
He's right, Rowdy. We don't balance.
Maybe we better switch around.
All right, you come up front with me.
Jerry, why don't you go back and help your friend?
(wind whistling)
You didn't make Ed mad, did you?
You shouldn't make Ed mad. He's my friend.
(wind whistling)
(in strained voice): We'll leave the pulling to them, Jerry.
That's ornery work.
But you got to do what I say now.
Besides, I...
I think I'm starting to get a little tired of this here job.
I think before long, we gonna get paid off
because that Mr. Yates-- he ain't been good to us.
He ain't been treatin' us right.
I didn't know Mr. Yates was bad.
Oh, yeah, I can tell.
He sure is.
I wouldn't want to go after him, Ed, but if you say so.
If I say so, but you wait till I do say so, you hear?
(Blake panting)
(bellows pumping in distance)
Simon?
(Blake sighs)
You didn't find any pockets of air?
Any way out, Simon?
(pants) Not a vest pocket of air.
There's no way out, Jim.
(both panting weakly)
They'll dig us out, Simon.
I'm counting on it.
How's your arm?
Oh, it don't... it don't bother me no more.
Tell me something.
I guess you been...
almost clear across this country, ain't ya?
Yeah.
You ever been on a boat?
Yeah.
I ain't never been on a boat but once.
It wasn't nothin' but a...
an old riverboat down on the Missouri, but...
...oh, what a trip it was. (chuckles)
Yeah, they'd, uh, set us up on this place they...
they called a deck or something, and...
then along about sundown...
you know how the land looks when...
when you're skipping over this water and you...
and you hear that old boat engine
a-snortin' below you and...
yeah, then you see the land.
Tell me...
does it always look like that?
Yeah.
It always does look like that.
I used to ride on a lobster trawler out of Nantucket.
And coming back in over those ocean swells...
(chuckles) sometimes I didn't think I'd ever make it.
(sighs)
But we did make it.
And you want to know something else?
We're gonna make it this time, too.
Yeah, we'll... we'll make it, S...
(sighs): We'll make it, Simon.
(Quince panting weakly)
(wagon rattling, creaking)
(wind whistling)
-(wagon squeaking) - RANKIN: Hold it!
You ox head, will you give me some lift!
If you had the brains of a bird-doggin' weasel hound...
Now, you say it. Say it, Jerry!
All right, you two shut up and keep pushing.
(squeaking)
(wheel squeaking)
Hey!
Come on, do something!
- Can you hold it? - Yeah.
- Come on! -Jerry get around, lift the end of that wagon.
RANKIN: Here it comes.
(grunting with effort) Here it comes.
(sighs with relief)
ROWDY: Get a rock under that wheel.
You all right, Ed?
Yeah, no thanks to him.
Moving gun gel on a broken-down wagon like this!
The thing could've blown up in our faces, you don't know that?
Hey, we almost up at the top!
Yeah, but we're not at the mine, so let's get back on the wagon.
My canteen's dry. Go get me some water.
ROWDY: I said, back on the wagon.
You do what I say.
I said, get back on that wagon.
Uh... we ain't goin' any further.
And besides, we want more money.
You got all the money you're gonna get.
Well, then we gonna quit.
Jerry, help!
I'm coming, Ed!
Get him, Jerry.
RANKIN: Crush his head in!
Tell him to stop or I'll break it off.
(groans) Stop, Jerry!
Jerry! Stop it!
- ROWDY: All right, get him up. - Ow!
RANKIN: You lousy, no-good, hog-bait looney.
Hey, hold it. We gotta get moving.
RANKIN: You always win, don't you?
Your kind always does win,
but you can't watch me every second, you know.
(Rankin coughs)
Ah, you two work up front; you can do less damage there.
(groaning): Oh, did... did you kick me, Ed?
Course not.
They's the ones that kicked you.
But we gonna be getting even with them before we quit here.
Before Denver, Ed? That boarding house?
That's right.
♪♪
They're here. They got the stuff outside.
Get everybody away from that mine entrance.
And tell "em to keep low!
(echoing): All right, boys,
they brought the stuff!
Now, get your noses up against this pipe and breathe.
It's gonna take 'em a couple of minutes to set it,
so breathe while you can.
COLBY: All right, step out of the way, will you? Come on.
ROWDY: Yeah, right in the front'll do.
- JERRY: Yeah. -ROWDY: Come on, stick it right in there.
Now, Simon, I just hope you can hear me.
Here's what you do.
When I finish talking,
you grab Jim and drag him back into that mine.
And both of you get low and stay back.
Come on, Jim.
(grunts)
♪♪
- All right, make it fast, Rowdy. - Get out of here, will you?
Get out of here, I said.
All right, clear out of here!
ROWDY: You two, come here.
Ain't you coming, Ed?
RANKIN: Hmm?
Rankin, tie this rope around the jug
and play it into that tunnel there.
Well, I ain't gonna swing it that way,
'cause it's liable to blast that way.
All right, then you and Jerry take the bottle up there.
I'll take it into the tunnel. I don't care.
Jed, you get out there with the rest of them.
And leave you to swing the gel? Uh-uh, sorry, Rowdy.
ROWDY: Look, somebody's got to do it, and I'm electing me.
- Now, get moving. - And you always pick
the soft jobs for yourself, don't you, huh?
I had a...
-a kind of dream, Ed. - Shut up.
It was when Mr. Yates dumped me on them rocks.
It was about this rattlesnake.
I seen him.
He had a face.
And it was the face of a man.
Didn't I tell you to keep your mouth shut, boy? Huh?
ROWDY: Come on, you two, get a-movin'.
Come on, let's light out of here. Now.
No. That face I seen...
Ed...
...that face was yours.
You always called me no-good, didn't you?
Jerry, that didn't mean nothin'.
That was just talk.
You and I are pals now.
Everything from now on's gonna be 50-50.
Why, you just wait till we get to Denver.
(laughs): Oh, boy!
I wasn't always a no-good, Ed.
I never killed nobody till I met you.
Jerry, don't.
Look, Jerry, I'll give you everything.
I'll give it all to you, Jerry.
RANKIN (screams): No!
(explosion thunders)
COLBY: Stay where you are!
Here they are!
(coughing)
Can you talk?
(coughs) Mr. Yates...
I sure am glad you came when you did,
'cause if I had to listen to one more of Wishbone's jokes,
I'd have gone plumb out of my mind.
-(others laughing) - Give me a hand.
I've been thinking about those two-- Jerry and Rankin.
Some things it just doesn't pay to think about.
Did he really throw that gel?
Jerry, I mean.
Never saw it happen.
Can't know now or ever, I suppose.
(cattle bellowing)
Hey, I told you to stay back in there.
You're gonna open that thing up and bleed to death.
Remember, we got girls waiting in Denver.
I don't know, Wish. Believe I'd rather
tackle that bear than I would a woman.
Oh, boy, you must've been hit in the head, too.
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