All language subtitles for Rawhide S03E23 - Incident of the Phantom Bugler.eng

Hyah!

Rollin', rollin', rollin'

Keep movin', movin', movin'

Though they're disapprovin'

Keep them dogies movin'

Rawhide!

Don't try
To understand 'em

Just rope, throw
And brand 'em

Soon we'll be livin'
High and wide

My heart's calculatin'

My true love
Will be waitin'

Be waiting at the end
Of my ride

Move 'em on, head 'em up
Head 'em up, move 'em on

Move 'em on, head 'em up
Rawhide

Let 'em out, ride 'em in
Ride 'em in, let 'em out

Cut 'em out
Ride 'em in

Rawhide!

Rollin', rollin', rollin'

Hyah!

Hyah!

Rawhide!

Hyah!

There's one nice thing
you can say

about driving a herd
up the Sedalia Trail

if you're pressed to it.

It don't make much difference

if you're starting out
from Texas at the one end

or approaching Missouri
at the other,

the beeves stay beeves,

the drovers stay human,

and trouble is always
saddlin' up a fresh horse,

preparin' to ride with you.

What you can't be sure of

is the direction
it's comin' from,

the face it's gonna be wearin',

the name
it'll be travelin' under.

What you can be sure of
is that it knows your name.

Mine's Gil Favor, trail boss.

From this valley
They say you are going

We will miss your bright eyes
And sweet smile

They say you are taking
The sunshine

That will brighten
Your pathway a while

Hey, Joe.

Huh?

Turn around and ride back
the other way, now.

What's wrong with the way
we're goin'?

Nothin'.

Then why do we have to
turn around and go back?

Well, Bailey and Thomkins
are nighthawking

the other side
of the herd, I guess.

Sounds reasonable.

Hey, Joe.

Take a look at them steers.

They don't have
to get up at night.

Nope.

They don't have
to eat Wishbone's cooking.

Nope, but I'm hungry
just the same.

Find 'em good feed,
good water, easy going.

What makes us think
we got such a good deal?

Sedalia. Them steers and us
both are goin' there,

but we're the only ones
comin' back.

Yeah, but you consider
where they're going

and where we're going.

For us it's San Antone,
another herd,

another six months
on the trail.

With them steers,
they're going east.

Chicago, St. Louis,
big cities,

to restaurants with bright,
shiny lights a-blazin'

and pretty music.

Beautiful women
just sittin' around,

champagne being poured
by the buckets.

That's where them steers
are going.

Yeah, but they ain't goin'
be sitting at the table.

They goin' be on the table,
on plates.

Eh, you got a point there.

Come sit by my side
Little darlin'

Do not hasten
To bid me adieu

But remember
The Red River Valley

And the cowboy...

You hear that?

A bugle.

What would a bugle be doing
out here this time of night?

Can't see,
but he sure ain't cavalry.

Well, even if he was.

He got the herd
stirred up.

Well, he can't be too far away.
Let's take off after him.

It's too late, but he sure
left us a job of work to do.

Hey, Wishbone.

What are you trying to do,
wake everybody up?

I heard a bugle,
Mr. Wishbone.

You heard a bugle.
You heard a what?

I heard a bugle.

Have you been into
my medical supplies again?

Nah, I ain't been sick,
Mr. Wishbone.

All right,
then get back down there

and bring up
those pots and pans.

I ain't going down there.
I heard that bugle.

We must be at least 100 miles
away from the nearest fort.

Now, even if there was
cavalry around here,

why would they be
blowing a bugle like that

in the middle of the night?

I don't know, but they did.

Mushy, I gonna talk to you
like your father.

My father never talked to me.

I can see why.

Well, I'll talk to you
like your mother.

A bearded mother?

Now, you listen to me.

My advice to you is always
think twice before you speak.

Well, at least think once
before you speak.

Uh, yes, sir.

On the other hand,
maybe it'd be better

if you didn't speak at all.

Yes, sir.

But I can't go around
being like a mutt.

Why can't you?
You're a mutt if I ever saw one.

Mutts can't talk.

A mutt...
You mean a mute.

That's what I said,
a mutt, yeah.

All right,
neither a mutt nor a mute

can go around
saying that he hears bugles

out in the middle of nowhere
without somebody thinking

there's something wrong
with him.

And in your case,
they might be right.

I heard a bugle, though.

All right.
You heard a bugle.

Now go back there
and bring up that stuff.

You come with me.

All right,
I'll go get them.

You go to sleep.

Yes, sir, Mr. Wishbone.

Try to help a jasper out
and what do you get for it?

Nothing.

Just keeps on telling you
he hears bugles.

Won't do any good
to interfere.

Some of us blessed
with good sense,

and others just hear bugles.

Don't do any good to interfere.

You just gotta...

Jumpin' crawfish.
That's a bugle.

What do you think
he's doing?

The question is, who is he?
Doesn't matter who he is.

Rowdy, get all the men
out to the herd.

Right. Let's move out.

Pete, you think
you can track that jasper?

Not at night.

I am not sure you will be able
to find any tracks, Señor Pete.

Day or night.
What do you mean?

Well, I have heard this story
many times.

It tells of a phantom bugler

riding a phantom horse
in the night

calling dead armies
to battle.

Oh.

I've seen a lot of things
happen on a trail drive:

fire, flood, windstorms,
rain, hail.

But this is the first time
I ever heard a bugler

galloping around the herd.

Oh, shut up.

Nothing's wrong
with the beeves.

Yeah, well,
they ain't been up all night.

No sign of the bugler.

You know, maybe he don't
come out in the daytime.

Huh?
If he's a ghost, you know.

Oh. Heh-heh!
Hey, there's Pete.

I couldn't find any tracks.

That ground's so hard
up there

you could run
a herd of buffalo over it

and not leave a sign.
I guess it don't matter,

long as
he doesn't show up again.

How far is it
to water?

About two miles
to the Woodside River.

It's wide and deep.

Eh,
we better make camp here.

Don't want the herd
stampeding to water.

Take 'em down in sections.

Rowdy, you, uh,
pick up Teddy and Bailey

and take
the first bunch down.

Water 'em at the river

and then bed 'em
down there for the night.

Leave Teddy and Bailey in charge
and you come on back.

All right.

Those couple hours
of sundown.

I'll put on some extra
night guards.

That bugler shows up again,
I want him.

You think he will?

I don't know why he came around
in the first place.

Might be able
to answer that.

Glad to see you.

You are?

Yes, we always are.

Who's we?

The men, me.
Judge Brady, Captain Donahoe.

I think you're trying
to tell me something,

but I don't know what it is.

One thing I'm telling you
is that, uh,

your cattle can go through
to the water,

but you and your men can't.

Who's gonna stop us?

We will.

What for, anyway?

There's a small fee for watering
your cattle in the river.

What? Since when?

So far as you're concerned,
since now.

Mr. Yates, what's goin' on?

I don't know yet, Teddy.

Steers have found the water.

Don't worry about them.

Look, this is free range,
mister.

Uh, used to be.

You can't stop anyone

from watering
their cattle in this river.

Oh, we can charge you.

Why don't you
leave your men here

and make sure
the cattle don't stray,

and you come with me
to meet Captain Donahoe?

I wouldn't do that,
Mr. Yates.

You don't know
what he's up to.

Suit yourself, Mr. Yates.

Uh, by the way,
my name is Ben Wallace,

in case you wanted to know.

Teddy, you go back
and tell Mr. Favor.

If that's all right with you,
huh, Wallace?

They can ride
anywhere they want,

except toward the river.

Uh, Bailey, you stay here
and watch the cattle.

Sure, I'll do that.

There's not gonna be much
I can do

if they wanna start anything.

I didn't ask you
to do anything.

I understand.

All right, I'm ready.

You better give me your gun.

Let's go.

You know,
I gotta admit one thing.

You're a lot braver man
than I am.

If I was you, I wouldn't be
ridin' off with me.

You wouldn't, huh?

No, that's why I asked
for your gun back there.

You see, goin' up
to where we're goin',

there's just gonna be
you and me.

Now, a brave man like you
might try things.

I don't want the chances
to be even.

Come on,
let's get outta here.

Yes, men!

Hut!

Put my horse away.

Well, our Captain Donahoe
made me a lot of promises,

but all I get to do
is watch his horse.

Best leader a man
could ask for.

Yet so far all he's got us
is short ration and dirt.

This place gonna be
a real town someday.

We're gonna own it.

If this ever does
become a town,

I'll tell you who's gonna
that Judge Brady.

I hear someone
mentioning my name?

Well...

I was just sayin' that things
ain't happenin' very fast.

Don't pay no attention
to Thompson, judge.

He's always grousing.

I hope
he's not too unhappy.

We're embarked
on a great enterprise.

We need confidence,
enthusiasm.

My daughter would not be married
to Captain Donahoe

if I did not believe in him.

That's right.
She's real pretty too, judge.

Thank you.

She's very pretty.

Captain Donahoe is very manly.

Eh, very manly.

And he's a gentleman too.

Well, he was commissioned
during the war, wasn't he?

That makes him an officer
and a gentleman, don't it?

Very true.

Only trouble is
he ain't nothin' more

than a farmer
who knows how to fight.

But he does know how to fight.

Mary,
I'm talking to you.

Let's not raise
our voices again.

I'm sorry, but you just
don't listen to me anymore.

No, I'm afraid it's you

who doesn't listen
to me anymore.

You only listen to my father.

Well, I admit I ain't got
the education your father's got.

I know. He's told you you're
an office and a gentleman.

You've got the documents
to prove it.

Trouble is, I married a man,
not his documents.

It's only when you try
to be something you're not

that you upset me.

You mean, when I try to behave
like your father does?

You don't like it?
Like he wants you to.

Why do you think I lead
a bunch of rotten jayhawkers?

Why do you think
I came out here?

For money,
that's all my father wants.

That's what your father needs,
he's got everything else!

Why...

Sure, I could go back
and become a farmer again,

but you wouldn't like that.

I married you.

You married me because
I got hopes and ambition.

'Cause during the war
I got someplace.

And the war is over.

Well, my life isn't.

I just hope
that our life isn't over.

Oh, Captain Donahoe,
this is Mr. Yates, a drover.

Mr. Yates.

Captain of what?

Why did you
bring him here?

Oh, he's with the herd

trying to water
down at the river crossing.

Did you tell him about the toll?

Yes, sir, but, uh,
he didn't like my explanation.

You're not gonna like
my explanation,

but you're gonna pay the toll.

You didn't answer my question.
What are you captain of?

Fort Springfield.

That was during the war.

Yeah, well, there ain't
no war on now.

My men call me "captain"
as a matter of courtesy,

something a drover
wouldn't know anything about.

I'll tell you something,
a drover don't know

anything about payin' a toll
to water his cattle in a river.

You're one drover
that's gonna find out.

How do you do?
I'm Judge Brady.

Yes, judge, this is,
uh, Mr. Yates.

Very happy to meet you,
Mr. Yates.

He's captain of nothing.
Now, what are you judge of, huh?

The story of my past
would bore you

just as much as it bores me.

Wallace, take care
of Mr. Yates' horse.

Oh, and have Thompson
bring us some wine.

Shall we be seated,
Mr. Yates?

Yeah.

I was just gonna
suggest that, judge.

Of course you were.

Yates. Captain.

America is a great nation,
Mr. Yates.

The rate of expansion westward
is incredible.

Fifty years from now,
hundreds of thousands of people

will be living
in this very area.

I ain't exactly interested
in 50 years from now.

We intend,
Captain Donahoe and I,

to found a city,

a city which will be
in the very path

of the march to the West.

A city which will be ours.

Lock, stock, and barrel,
if I may use a cliché.

I don't care what you use,
I gotta get back to the herd.

Which brings us
to the point of the discussion.

I'll put it to you
quite frankly.

The establishment
of great enterprises

always, alas, requires money.

The greater the establishment,
the greater the money.

You are going to be helpful
in this respect.

Listen, judge, I ain't
interested in your city.

But you are interested
in getting your herd

across the river.

Well, thank you, Thompson.

It'll cost you $5 a head.

How large is your herd?

Three thousand, and we ain't
gonna pay any $5 a head.

That is the price
as of this moment.

If we are forced
to continue in negotiations,

the price may rise.

Yeah, well,
if I know Mr. Favor,

there won't be any
continuing of negotiations.

Who is Mr. Favor?

He's the trail boss,

I'm just the ramrod
of the outfit.

He a good trail boss?

Yeah, he's good.

Then he'll know
that there's only one spot

within a hundred miles
to cross the river.

He'll also know that by paying
the small toll which we ask,

he'll be saving himself
a great deal of time and money.

We're taking our cattle
across the river

and we're saving money

'cause we're not
gonna pay a toll.

You're a very young man,
Mr. Yates.

Is Mr. Favor any older?

Yeah, he's older.

Good, an older head
is always a cooler head.

You may convey my respects
to Mr. Favor.

You may also inform him
as to whatever happened here.

I shall expect to hear
from him very soon.

Oh, I'll tell him what you said,

but don't expect
to hear from him.

He ain't that much older.

What's that?

A bugle.

I know that,
but who's playing it?

Captain Donahoe
is a very gallant soldier.

and a very fine leader.

Many of the men you see here
fought under him.

They will continue to do so.

Now, the bugler.

You seem strangely
interested in him.

Was he around our camp
last night?

I believe Captain Donahoe
issued such instructions,

didn't you, captain?

I did, sir.

You may be wondering why.

The answer is very simple.

It's always best
to do business

with frightened men,
with worried men.

The sound of the bugle
in the night,

did it frighten
many of your men?

It didn't frighten anyone.

Did it worry them?

You're free
to return to the river.

Three thousand head of cattle.
$5 a head.

Judge.

Yes?

Do we have any right
to make them pay a toll?

Course we have.

It's our land, isn't it,
that they're crossing?

Is it?

I'm just a farmer.

Well, I used to be a farmer.

But land that you own

is land that you've bought
and you've paid for.

Captain, I admire you.

You have sterling virtues.

I would not have consented
to your marriage

to my daughter otherwise.

But you have no imagination.

The more settled parts
of our country it is true,

land to be owned
must be paid for.

In the West, however,

there are other ways
of acquiring land.

Just by taking it?

By establishing
sovereign rights.

Through possession, improvement
and development.

I don't understand that.

Course you don't.

I do, however.

You can believe me
when I assure you

that everything we're doing
is perfectly legal.

Not always be surrounded
by such squalor.

We'll build our castles.

One day, your children,
my grandchildren,

will be very grateful.

They will inherit
a kingdom.

Who's gonna be the king?

Well, that's about
the size of it.

Jayhawkers. Haven't got
a nickel to their name

or a roof over their heads
or a honest bone in their body.

Pete, any way
of bypassing the river?

Yeah, but it'd take
five or six days longer.

Then there is a way?

If we head west,
then go north.

Water?

Yeah, we'd be crossing
some of the smaller streams

that feed
the Woodside River.

Yeah, but five
or six extra days.

Time is cheaper
than money.

What are you afraid of those
jayhawkers or something?

Ooh, they got
a lot of rifles.

Yeah, well, so have we.

Their job is to use 'em.

What are ours doin',
just sittin' in the wagon?

Our job is to push this beef
north to Sedalia.

Boss, if you ask my opinion...

I'd get it,
but I ain't asked.

I can't see runnin' away
from a fight

with a bunch of outlaws.

We'll keep the beef movin'.

What about the cattle we've
already got down at the river?

We'll pick 'em up
in the mornin'.

Well, suppose
they won't let us, huh?

There's only about 100 head.
We can afford to lose 'em.

They ain't worth any $15,000

or any of the men's lives.

Boss.
Yeah?

The men are willing to fight.

Well, I ain't.

I counted all the graves
of all the drovers

who've died in useless fights.

I know there's too many of 'em.
Hey, get some sleep.

Don't touch it!

Who's Mr. Favor?
That'd be me.

Captain Donahoe.

Oh, yeah, the jayhawker.

Talk civil.
Is it wrong?

Start movin' the herd.

Where?

Right where you were goin',
the Woodside River.

We're not crossing
the Woodside.

That's where you're wrong.

Drovers won't need guns
to drive cattle, Mr. Wallace.

Sure, captain.

Don't worry
about your night guard,

we didn't hurt him.

How long will it take you
to get the herd to the river?

Most of the day.

Start 'em movin'.

Men ain't eaten yet.

Too bad.

Captain.

I don't know whether
you're a real captain

or a fake captain,
but there's one thing

you can mighty well be sure of.

You're gonna be
a dead captain

if your men don't put
their guns down.

You're lucky my men
didn't kill you.

Leave it go, Wish.

Now, are you gonna
move this herd

or are my men
gonna move it for you?

We'll move it.
Let's get movin'!

Your men know their job.

Yep.

Take Mr. Favor
to see Judge Brady.

Keep a guard all night.

All right, captain.

Let's go, Mr. Favor.

I think Pete and I
oughta go along with you.

I don't care
what you think, Mr. Yates.

You talk pretty big
when you've got all the guns,

don't you?

You think I need
a gun to handle you?

Yeah, I think you do.

If I didn't
have more important things to do

I might take you up on it.

More important things
like stealing cattle?

What are we waiting for?

You seem worried,
my dear.

Where's Brian?

I haven't seen him
all day.

Young love
is a wonderful thing.

Separated from your husband
for an entire day

and you're practically
on the verge of hysterics.

I'm not on the verge
of hysterics.

I'm frightened.

Indeed.

Every time you send him out
I don't know...

A soldier's wife
must be brave.

I sometimes think almost braver
than the soldier himself.

I didn't marry a soldier.

What on Earth
do you think you married?

A gentleman?

A good, decent man.

You married... To be precise.

a fool.

One, however,

who happens to possess
the ability to lead men.

Fools of that sort
have risen very high.

Napoleon was a miserable
chess player.

But I think he made
a very fine general.

We're in the wilderness.

My husband leads a handful
of ignorant men,

and you dream of empires.

Father, I don't want Brian
to be any part of your dream

or scheme or plans.

I need him.

See these louts,

appendages of the rifles
they carry?

Not one of them would follow me.

They all follow Brian
wherever he leads.

He's very necessary
to me, Mary.

I will advise you not
to interfere.

Hey!

Judge Brady,
this is, uh, Mr. Favor.

Very happy to meet you,
Mr. Favor.

Captain, you wife is present.

Mrs. Donahoe, Mr. Favor.

Captain Donahoe's wife
and my daughter.

How do you do,
Mr. Favor?

Ma'am. I wanna get back
to my herd as quick as possible.

Certainly not before you dine
with us.

Please, be seated.

That's a real tall chief.

Don't get worried.

They'll know how to share him.

I'm not so sure.

Looks kind of smart.

Judge Brady can handle him
with words.

Captain Donahoe can handle him
with his fists.

Please, sit down.

Perhaps some wine
will help your appetite.

Not thirsty.

Of course you're not.

Wine is much too noble
a drink

to be used
to quench one's thirst.

Stimulates the appetite,

quickens the intellect,

quickens the imagination.

I'm afraid it would
be wasted on me then.

The only thing I'm interested
in at the moment is my herd.

I make it a rule never to
discuss business at table.

Let's go someplace else
then.

There's no hurry.

Whatever you may think,
Mr. Favor,

there's no hurry at all.

I think there is.

Any business I got
to do with jayhawkers

I wanna
get over with quick.

I don't like the word
"jayhawker,"

so don't use it again.

Let's not quibble
over proper nouns.

As I said, we will not
discuss business...

Mr. Favor,

what is a jayhawker?

Mary.

Brian, I wanna know.

Mr. Favor?

"Jayhawker" is another term
for "thief."

I like your sense of humor,
Mr. Favor.

You call my father
and my husband thieves.

Brian, I'd like to dance.

Dance?

Yes.

That's a waltz he's playing.

You know I don't know
how to dance.

I'd forgotten.

Mr. Favor?

Ma'am.

Would you like to dance?

I didn't come here to dance.

Thank you.

Whatever your business
is with my father

he won't discuss it
till he's finished dinner.

You might as well dance with me.

It's a pleasure, ma'am.

Rather surprising man,
the trail boss.

Seems to have the manners
of a gentleman.

Mary and he
look quite well together.

Mr. Favor?

Yes.

I'm going to keep on smiling

as though I were discussing
the latest Paris fashions,

but I want to know
why my husband brought you here.

You... really don't know
what your husband is?

Why are you here?

By invitation, of course...

standing at the point of a gun.

I'm driving a herd of 3,000
cattle up the Sedalia Trail.

Your father and your husband
are asking

for $5 a head
to let us cross the river.

Isn't that usual?

I mean, when you're crossing
other people's land?

It's not usual.

Especially since jayhawkers
don't have any land.

If they had,
this wouldn't be it.

Why not?

Mrs. Donahoe,
I think it's about time

you asked your husband
some questions.

Well, the answers
I'd get wouldn't be his.

They'd be my father's.

You won't be allowed
to leave tonight.

Please don't try.

Please stay.
It means everything to me.

As well as to you.

Thank you very much,
Mr. Favor.

Thank you.

Good night.

Mary always
was fond of dancing.

I'm afraid the poor child has
had little opportunity of late.

However, there
are more important things

than social graces,

aren't there, captain?

I didn't bring Mr. Favor here
to entertain my wife.

Of course you didn't.

We'll look on the dance
as a bonus.

A very small bonus.

However, the toll remains
to be collected.

Toll for what?

Five dollars per head
for crossing the river

and trespassing.

Trespassing?
On whose land?

Ours.

This is Indian land.

The government set it aside
for the Cherokee tribes.

Judge, is he telling the truth?

He's telling what he thinks
to be the truth.

Or what may even have been
the truth at one time.

That time has passed.

The Cherokees know this?

If they don't,
I'll be very glad to tell them.

You said this
was open territory.

It is open territory.

Look, I don't know anything
about legal matters.

All I know about is fighting.

But I'm not gonna fight for land
that doesn't belong to me.

Since you've admitted
your ignorance.

suppose you leave
the legal matters to me.

If I thought you
were lying to me...

Mr. Favor,

the fee has been set.

Are you prepared to pay?

Ain't got the money
even if I would.

I won't have it
until the herd's sold.

And even then,
the money ain't mine.

In that case,
we have only one recourse:

confiscation
of your entire herd.

Couldn't we have done all of
this without the song and dance?

Captain, I think we better
detain Mr. Favor here.

His men will be less likely
to cause trouble.

Slim, Norman!

Lock him up.
Saddle my horse.

You're riding to river
with me.

Mary?

Mary?

I'm going with you.

To your husband?

Yes.

I'll be your hostage.

It's the only way
to save Brian and me,

and also to save you,
Mr. Favor.

Get the buckets.

Well, now, the cook's going down
to the crick to get some water.

The cook's helper's going out
and getting some fire wood.

Any objections
from you generals?

Now, hurry up
and get that wood.

Easy, Mushy. Easy.

Sorry, but l...
I didn't want you yelling out.

Why? I would have.

This is Mrs. Donahoe.

I want Mrs. Donahoe
to hide in the supply wagon.

Why, it'll be a pleasure.

And I don't want any
of the jayhawkers to see her.

Well, they're on the other side
of the wagon.

When I take the fire wood in,

I'll kind of act up

and they won't notice her
getting in on this side.

Good. Try singing.

Yeah, that always gets 'em.

The wagon on the left.

Camptown races
Five miles long

Doo-da, doo-da

Bet my money
On a five-tailed nag

On the run all night
Doo-da, doo-da

Run all day

Going to town
With your head caved in

What do you think
you're doing?

I'm singing.
Well, I was.

That's what you think.

Mrs. Donahoe,
the captain's wife,

she's hiding
in the supply wagon.

Mrs... Oh, I'll get...

Mr. Favor brought her.

He's out where I got
the wood.

Well, uh, son,
it's no time to be singing.

In your case,
the moonlight isn't either.

Now get the water on.

Well, you can guard
without being in my way.

I'm gonna go get
a sack of coffee.

It's all right.

I'll bring you some breakfast.

That bacon
sure smells good, captain.

Yeah, well,
we're not eating their food.

We ain't eating ours
either.

Three thousand head
of cattle's

enough to swallow
in one morning.

Leave these three men here
to guard our drovers.

Take the rest and push
that herd across the river.

Right, captain.

We're moving the cattle
across the river.

Mount.

Wishbone.

Sure is good to see you.
What are they up to?

They're gonna move
the herd across the river.

They are, huh?

Well, they can try.

You better get back
before they miss you.

What do you plan on doing?

You just wait.

There's something wrong
with those steers.

Something wrong with the way
we're handling them/

Well, we're no drovers.

Plenty of drovers
around.

I want you to move the herd
across the river.

Kind of thought you did.
They don't wanna go.

My old grandpappy told me
there'd be days like this.

Through having your fun?

Get on those horses,
move that herd across the river.

Well, we tried.

If I thought this was some kind
of a trick...

You saw 'em trying.

How do you usually get 'em
across the river?

Mr. Favor usually worries
about it.

Captain Donahoe.

Judge let you go?

Well, he was asleep when I left.

So was nearly everyone else.

Nearly everyone else?

Your wife was up.

Favor, if you hurt my wife
I'll kill you.

There's no need to.

You mean she
just let you walk out?

She came with me.

She's all right.

Where is she?

I'll trade you your wife
for my herd.

I'll find her.

It was her idea.

You're a liar.

You sure?

I'm not sure of anything.

Like I'm not sure if it's right
for me to take your herd.

Are you willing
to fight for your herd?

Your men got all our guns.

I'm not talking about the men.

I'm talking about us.

I'll fight for my herd.

Ready?

Now, that's all.

That's all.

You lose the fight

but you win your herd.

No man can take
a beating like you have

and just keep coming back
for more

unless he knows that what
he's fighting for is right.

Well, I don't know
that I'm right.

I'm very proud of you.

Why?
Because I won the fight?

Yes.

And I don't mean
just the fistfight.

If I may interrupt.

No one is giving away my herd.

I thought you were
a fighting man, Donahoe.

You gonna let 'em throw away
something that's in your hands?

All you had to do
was reach out.

I'm not listening to any more
of your speeches, judge.

You men thought you
were taking orders from me,

but you weren't.

You were taking them
from him.

But you're gonna take
one last order from me.

From me.

Let the herd go.

How is he, Wish?

I don't know.
I'll have to stop the bleeding.

Mushy, get my doctor's kit.

Take 'em across.

Hyah!

What are you stopping for?

Giving the wheels a good soak.

Good. How's, eh, Captain Donahoe
making out?

Fine.

A medical doctor, as soon
as we can get him to one,

will make him as good as new.

Good.

Wishbone says you're gonna be
as good as new.

Better than new.

You got the cattle
across the river.

Uh-huh.

Mind telling me how?

Well, you picked
the wrong place.

Too many snags and dead trees
in the river

where you tried to cross.

And you picked the wrong time.

Sun was just rising and shining
in the cattles' eyes.

Steer just won't
go across the river

unless they can see
the other bank.

All I had to do
was take them down the river,

wait until the sun
was high enough in the sky

so it wouldn't blind them.

The cattle and me both.

Oh, Scarlet says
we'll be passing a town

in a couple, three hours.

We'll get you there, captain.

Isn't "captain" any longer,
Mr. Favor.

It's Brian Donahoe,

farmer.

And a good one.

Catch up when you can.

Head 'em up!

Move 'em out!

Rollin', rollin', rollin'

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

Let 'em out, ride 'em in
Ride 'em in, let 'em out

Cut 'em out
Ride 'em in

Rawhide!

Rollin', rollin', rollin'

Hyah!

Hyah!

Rawhide!

Hyah!

Hyah!

Rollin', rollin', rollin'