All language subtitles for Rawhide 1x12

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 'em,
throw, and brand 'em ♪

♪ Soon we'll be
livin' high and wide ♪

♪ My heart's calculatin' ♪

♪ My true love will be waitin' ♪

♪ Be waitin' 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 ♪

♪ Cut 'em out, ride 'em
in, ride 'em in, let 'em out ♪

♪ Cut 'em out, ride 'em in ♪

♪ Rawhide... ♪
♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin'... ♪

Hyah!

Hyah!

♪ Rawhide...! ♪

Hyah!

On a drive the days
and nights get mighty big.

There's a lot of danger
a man can understand...

and a lot he can't.

That's the kind I hate...

The kind I can't understand.

I'm Gil Favor... trail boss.

That's it.

It's just a high place.

The way Joe's been talking,
you'd think that Nolan Plateau

had two heads
and was spitting fire.

Rowdy, sometimes I
think you're so ignorant

you couldn't drive
nails in a snowbank.

Maybe it's just

that I don't spook
every time we look

at something hard to do.

How'd it go?

There's only a few
men willing to sign on.

They're afraid of that
place up there like

it had monsters on it.

Soon as the herd's watered,

better find some
good bed ground.

They'll need all
the rest they can get

before we hit that
plateau tomorrow.

And we'll need
all the extra riders

and supply wagons we can get.

It's not much of a town.

I don't think you're
going to be too happy

with the hands I
rounded up for you.

From what I hear we
may run into up there,

I'd say we don't
have much choice.

I say that is one
beautiful senorita.

I'm telling you,
you wouldn't know

a beautiful senorita
if you saw one.

Arkansas, you've been
around cows so long

that if a beautiful
woman even moos at you

you're going to try to
put her back in a herd.

Look, look, Riggs,
how could you ever think

that any muchacha but
one from my own people

could have such
beautiful legs as that, huh?

You want to know what I think?

Mmm? I think
you're so drunk, boy,

that you couldn't hit the ground

with that great, big
beautiful hat of yours

if you had two tries.

Well, maybe you're
just trying to play

the curly wolf with
me, huh, amigo?

I don't like no curly wolves.

I don't care what you...

My name's Favor.

I came here to hire trail hands.

I'm paying a bonus 'cause our
next stretch is going to be rough,

and I need men bad.

But it looks like I came
to the wrong place.

Next.

What's your name?

Jess Riggs.

Experience?

Well, now, you're not going
to have to hold my hand.

$30 wages plus $50 bonus

once we've got the cattle
over the high ground.

Well, that's cheap enough,

pushing cattle over the
plateau this time of year.

Maybe it's too cheap.

Well, I guess it's better
to die up on that rock

then in some stinking
hole like this, huh?

Yeah. I go.

Mind if I ask you something?

It's a free country.

What do they call
you Arkansas for?

Because of this,
my young friend.

Some of the outfits
I've worked for,

they call one of these
the Arkansas toothpick.

Break it off.

Caught a fella outside
of camp snooping around.

Said he wanted to join up.

He one of the men
you talked to today?

I never saw him before,

and he's no cowhand.

He's one of them
fancy talking fellas

that spouts words
eight to the pound.

One thing is

he's got a good
sturdy-looking wagon.

Said he wanted to talk to you.

Mr. Favor? My name is Tom Bryan.

I heard you were
looking for men.

I'm looking for cowmen.

I'll do any job you assign me.

I see.

Mr. Bryan, suppose I asked you

to relieve the swing rider,
or help trim up the herd?

Well...

I'll do any job within
my limited ability.

Sorry. Mr. Favor...

aren't you forgetting something
more valuable than my services?

My wagon.

With additional men,
you'll need some kind

of conveyance for
the added supplies.

You sound like an
educated man, Mr. Bryan,

not a trail drover.

What makes you want to go along?

You can't eat an education.

Have you heard what
we're liable to run into

up there on the plateau?

Mr. Favor, the fact remains
I'm a man, educated or not.

I heard you needed them.

Well, we could use
your wagon, all right.

And I suppose
somewhere we can use you.

$30 pay, plus $50

once we're over
the high stretch.

Thank you, Mr. Favor.
Thank you very much.

Come on in camp.

I'll have the cook
give you some grub.

I'm not hungry. If
you'll just tell me

where you want the wagon.

We'll make this a bed wagon.

You'll carry bed
rolls, war bags,

things to lighten up the horses.

Put it down by the remuda.

A remuda is where we
keep the horses, Mr. Bryan.

I suppose you will know a
horse when you see one?

Uh, yes, of course I will.

Good.

Riders coming, Boss.

How many?

Four. They don't seem interested

in the cattle, though.

They're riding right
past that bit of ground.

Well...

It's Old Bull himself
who rides tonight.

You know him, Arkansas?

Only to see him.

His name is Jefferson Devereaux.

He's big man around here.

Own land as far
as eagle can fly.

Looks like an old man to me.

He may be

a little long on years,
but no one has ever sawn

his horns off yet.

What do you reckon
he wants here now?

Whatever it is,
señor, he take it.

I'm Jefferson Devereaux.

And I'm... Mister,

I'd know you
standing a mile away

with the skin
burned off your face.

You're a born and bred cowman.

You can be proud of that.

My name's Favor.

Climbing over the plateau
a little late, aren't you?

That's right.

Heard about the winds
that come up there

this time of the year?

I've heard.

Well, Texas beef's not
used to that sort of thing.

Most likely run right
off the mountain top

if you find a strong chubasco.

Uh, that's what we
call the dust storms

when the wind
comes up wholesale.

I hope to get the herd
through before that happens.

Well, then you've got
your work cut out for you,

so I won't keep you.

I, uh...

I'm looking for a
man and a woman

who are traveling together.

Can't describe the man
to you, never met him.

But it doesn't matter,

wherever the man
is, the woman will be.

There's no woman in this camp.

Then as soon as I
look around your camp

and talk to your
men, I'll leave.

Mr. Devereaux,

you and your men
are welcome to coffee,

but you're not going to
look around my camp,

and you're not going
to talk to my men.

Now, if you don't
want the coffee,

you're going to leave.

With a herd that size,

I'd say you signed on 20,

maybe 25 drovers.

Not that many.

Well, my outriders have
gone back to bring 40 men.

Oh?

Of course, it depends
what they find out

when they start asking
around where the woman is.

But... if she's within
five miles of your camp,

I'll be back.

40 men or 400,

you don't have the right
to ride into my camp.

Mister...

the woman I spoke of,
she gives me the right.

She's my wife.

Wishbone? Yeah, boss?

You spot the North
Star last night?

I pointed that wagon
tongue right at it.

Good.

Mr. Favor, this camp's nervous.

I heard men shuffling
around all night.

And it ain't just
that rock up there.

Devereaux's looking for a woman.

Now, you seen any running
around this camp lately?

Mr. Favor, it seems
like I ain't seen a woman

anywhere in ten years.

Well, then this
camp's got no reason

to be scared of Devereaux.

Pete, pass the word

we follow the
tongue straight north.

It'll be an uphill
climb all day,

so double the riders
on swing and flank.

Signing on to push
cattle's one thing,

getting poisoned's
another altogether.

And this coffee of yours,

you got to chew it
before you can swallow it.

And as for your stew...

What's the matter with it?

Is it got a little
too much bite to it?

Mushy!

Ain't I told you

greenhorns don't like
red ants for breakfast?

Oh, you're smart,
aren't you? Why, you...

Riggs!

Maybe you better
take up your station.

You ain't give me one yet.

Well, I'll give you one now.

You ride drag.

Maybe if you eat enough dust,

you'll get fond of
Wishbone's cooking.

Sally, please keep out of sight.

Someone will see you.

We can't do this
to these people.

He'll follow.

Thank you.

Let's butt those saddles.

You hear me? Off and on!

Riggs?

Señor Favor, I think already

your men are starting
to get a little edgy, huh?

You going to find that most men

who run into Devereaux
get a little edgy.

All right, let's head 'em up!

Ride the drag!

They're dropping behind!

Riggs, you let
this happen again,

you'll be riding drag

to the other side
of the plateau,

you hear me?!

Yes, Mr. Favor.

You got all the
bedrolls and war bags?

All in the back, Mr. Favor.

Bryan, better tie
down the back flap.

Don't want any more
dust on that gear

than can be helped.

Yes, sir.

Stream ahead.

Chances are it's
the last we'll hit

till we get off the plateau.

How's it look?

Well, there's a real
narrow hogback

that runs along
there with cut banks

that drop off plum to China.

Cattle ever spook,
we got trouble.

And there's something
else up there, too,

besides the hogback.

Yeah, yeah, I've seen him.

Boy, I call that a
morning's work.

We must have herded those cows

about five miles since...

Break it up!

Break it up!

Rowdy, come on!

That's enough! Enough!

They didn't make a sound.

Just started trying
to kill each other.

What's going on between you two?

Look, as long as I
have you for company,

I'll walk up to
the devil himself,

but there's no
room for you in this.

There's no room at all.

What you think of the
plateau now, Señor Favor?

I think it's high
and it's windy.

Yeah. I think

your cows are already
beginning to get

a little scared.

We'll make it.

You're coming into
the worst part now.

This land goes for maybe
20 miles, this table land.

Then at the north end
is the only way to get off.

One little path.

That's the only way.

Are the drop-offs
on the cut banks

as bad as they are here?

No part of it gets any better

till you get through
that north pass.

The winds?

The wind?

Huh, at this time of year,

you wait till the
big winds start.

Rowdy, you're
on first night guard

with the herd, aren't you?

Yeah.

This winds making the herd edgy.

See that none of the new
hands do anything to spook 'em.

Oh, Mr. Favor,

that visit Jefferson
Devereaux paid us

and that woman
he was looking for,

you know, said it was his wife?

Yeah?

Well, I bet a man like Devereaux

would buy his wife a
pretty white veil like this.

Where'd this come from?

I just found it in this bush.

My guess is it came
from one of those wagons.

I unloaded the bedrolls
and the war bags, Mr. Favor.

Anything else in the wagon?

No, just my things.

This one of your things, Bryan?

Open the wagon.

Tom.

What do you plan to do?

She your wife?

No.

She Devereaux's wife?

Yes.

Suppose she was your wife.

What would you expect me to do?

If you'll let me
explain, Mr. Favor.

Mr. Devereaux said he'd be back.

Try to explain it to him.

I came to tell you that...
I'm sorry for what I did.

But it was our only chance
of getting away from him.

When I first started
trailing cattle,

I worked for an old trail boss
who'd always warn his new men,

"There are only two
things to watch out for:

being left afoot...
and a decent woman."

You sure prove him out.

I told you I was sorry.

I gave your husband reason to
come shooting his way into my camp.

Maybe some of my
men will be killed.

But it'll be all right,
because you're sorry.

Mr. Favor...

marriage is just a word.

It means different
things to different people.

You're just making it
easier by the minute

for me to do what I have to do.

I never spent one night in
Jefferson Devereaux's home.

That's what I wanted
to explain to you.

It's no concern of
mine, Mrs. Devereaux.

That isn't the reason you won't
listen to the truth, Mr. Favor.

Don't be ashamed that you're
frightened of Jefferson Devereaux.

Most men are.

Up until two week ago,

I was living in St. Louis
with my foster parents.

That's where I met Tom.

We'd planned to be married
as soon as I reached legal age.

But my guardians met
Jefferson Devereaux

on one of his trips east.

He made them a profitable offer

for my hand in marriage.

There was nothing I could do.

But you are married
to Devereaux?

The wedding was yesterday.

It was during the party,
after the ceremony,

that Tom got to town,

and we'd planned
to run away long...

Well, you know the rest.

As I said, Mr. Favor,
marriage means different things

to different people.

What does it mean to you?

Don't move!

Be very still.

All right, now turn around

but don't, at no
time, raise your voice.

I don't know why I'm
surprised, Arkansas, but I am.

No, no, a man such as
you is never surprised

at anything or anybody.

You saw the woman?

I saw.

You running out on the drive?

You should have that
figured out by now.

You got $30 coming
for signing on.

You don't get the bonus.

You didn't see us
over the plateau.

The $50 bonus?

You didn't earn it.

I'll give you your pay
now and you can get out

without the other
men seeing you.

I'm not interested in your
pay or even the bonus.

You want to see me turn
the man and the woman

over to Devereaux.

Devereaux, he's going to
take 'em whenever he's ready.

Then what do you want?

Todo.

Everything.

What?

Look, I know about
you trail bosses.

I know the money you
carry in your saddlebags.

Enough to buy cattle to
replace the ones you lose,

hire new trail hands,

to pay your way through
the land of people

who don't want
you to go through.

I bet you, you got maybe
5,000 pesos in those saddlebags.

That's what I want.

All of it.

It's on the other
side of the fire.

Those are my men there.

I know.

That's why you're
going to be real careful

not to wake none of them up.

The first barrel
here is for you.

The second barrel
is for whichever one

you wake up, even
accidental-like.

Now move.

Take the money
out of the saddlebag

and put it on the wagon wheel.

Come on, come on, hurry up.

You know, things
are going to get

pretty rough around here

when Devereaux comes
for that man and woman.

That's why I need the money.

I got to have it to make
a start someplace else.

You leave it right
where it is, Arkansas.

Rowdy, you keep your voice down.

Even if that bullet goes
right through my head,

I still got time to put both
barrels in Señor Favor.

Rowdy, when I tell you,

I want you to kill Arkansas.

Now maybe a dead
man can pull a trigger,

maybe he can't.

If he can, you can
find the trail log, map,

list of owners, list of
buyers in my saddlebags.

You'll be in charge of the herd.

Get them off this plateau
before the Chubasco hits

and Mr. Devereaux comes in.

Señor Favor, you talk
like a man from the grave.

You understand me, Rowdy?

Yeah.

I believe you would
let me shoot you.

Now you know it wouldn't
stop your trail herd

from getting through.

Señor Favor, I've
listened to many men,

but I believe you.

Saw the light
quick enough, you...

Let him go, Rowdy.

He could have shot. He didn't.

You have no more
trouble with me.

Señor Favor, if you permit,

I'd like to stay with you.

I got a feeling I can
take your word on that.

Even when
Mr. Devereaux comes in?

Señor.

Favor, I'm coming in.

Alone.

Found her?

Last night.

I didn't know she
was in my camp.

It doesn't matter.

Is the man and the
woman ready to travel?

They don't want
to travel with you.

They don't have any choice.

Don't feel sorry
for them, Mr. Favor.

You don't have
time to feel sorry.

About those men I told
you I was sending for...

They're going to arrive
at dawn, 40 of them.

What are you going to do
with your wife and Bryan,

if I turn them over to you?

You mean when
you turn them over.

As for my wife, my
plans haven't changed.

I want children.

And the man?

I've never met him,

so my interest
in him is limited.

All I want to do is hang him.

I see.

So I should turn them both
over to you right now, hmm?

Well, you'd be doing everybody
a favor around here if you did.

If I don't?

As I said, Mr. Favor,
my men arrive at dawn.

Why don't I just pull you
off that horse and tie you up?

Your 40 men wouldn't
come riding in here

if they knew it meant a bullet
in your head, would they?

The reason you won't
do that, Mr. Favor,

is because you know
what I'm asking for is mine.

Rightfully and lawfully.

What your wife
decides is something

you'll have to settle
between the two of you,

but I'm not going to turn any
man over to you to be hanged.

You understand?

I do.

But I don't think you do.

Mr. Favor,

maybe you don't care
about being killed, but we do.

We're quitting your outfit.

Arkansas?

Not me.

I like it where I am.

Get back to camp.

That crazy Rowdy.

I don't know what's
come over him.

First it's clawing in the dirt,

and now it's with guns.

Where is he?

Over at Tom's wagon.

All right, yellow-belly.

Briggs have given you
a chance to pick it up.

Go ahead, I said pick it up.

I'll blow your head off.

Hold it!

Let her be.

Mr. Favor, I told you
this is no matter of yours.

Anything that happens
on this drive is my matter

and nobody's going to forget it.

Now what's between
you and Bryan?

You let him tell you.

All right, I'll tell you.

I don't wonder he'd run
off with another man's wife.

I don't wonder at
nothing he'd do.

It was when my platoon
was captured by the Federals.

We were sent to a
compound down in Arizona.

He was supposed
to be a prisoner, too,

only he decided it was
better to get along...

That for him, the war was over.

He gave him his parole,
he wouldn't try to escape.

While we were rotting in
caves 80 feet below the ground,

he was up on top.

We saw the sun
maybe once a month

and he saw it every day.

He got all the food
and water he wanted.

And some of what
he got could have

saved some lives
down where we were.

Well, I'll tell you.

Everybody in that
prison made a pact.

First man to set his
eyes on Tom Bryan

was to stomp his life out.

There'll be no stomping the
life out of any man on this drive.

Our business is getting
this herd over that plateau.

Let's get some
sleep so we can do it.

Briggs, this throw
down your idea?

You know, Mr. Favor,

it seemed like a
good idea to me.

We let Rowdy kill this
high-talking yellow-belly,

woman would have left camp

and you wouldn't
have had to step in.

Now, do you want to
walk back to your blanket

or do you want to
be knocked back?

Your husband was here earlier.

He's coming back for you.

For both of you.

Well, what do
you think I can do?

I've got 3,000 head of cattle

on top of a mountain
that's known for storms

that can blow us
all over the edge

if we don't get through in time.

I've only got half enough men.

Only six of them I can trust.

After what Rowdy
said, think I can

count on any help
from the others?

It's all right, Mr. Favor,
we understand.

Your responsibility is to
the people who hired you,

to get their cattle
through safely.

We have no right
to stand in your way.

We'll be ready when
Mr. Devereaux comes.

It's about time you started

pulling your
weight in this drive.

Go get a horse and
relieve Butler on night herd.

If you can't ride
the horse lead him,

just stay out there
until you're spelled.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Favor.

It doesn't matter
about me anymore,

but there's something I
want you to know about Tom.

He wasn't like Rowdy and
the others in that prison.

He felt the same way,
but he wasn't like them.

Well, some men are strong.

Others are not so strong.

Tom couldn't stay down
there with the others

or go through what they did.

Oh, he tried, but he just
couldn't bear up, so he gave in.

Well, he's paid
for it, Mr. Favor,

trying to live it down
inside himself ever since.

But some things you can
never pay for or live down...

and one of them is
being the way you are.

Oh...!

All right, fall out,
you brush poppers,

and see if it's there! Fall out!

Mr. Favor.

I guess we tie on
our own bedrolls

and war bags this morning,

seeing as how we're
losing Bryan's wagon.

You can get your grub.

Mr. Favor.

He's here.

Ten miles down

from the north
pass is Johnstown.

I'll release Bryan there.

You want to see him punished,

you can take it
up with the sheriff.

I see.

And my wife?

She's free to go with
you anytime she chooses.

We'll go back to the
wagon and ask her.

I thought I made it clear

it doesn't make any
difference what she decides.

It does to me.

To trail boss a herd like that

means you're pretty good...

that you specialize in
getting your cattle through,

not playing God.

I'll get my cattle through.

And I'll get my wife.

Hold your fire!

I meant to kill you.

If you come any closer,
you'll have to kill me,

unless you want to die yourself.

I only came to demand
what is my own.

In front of these people

and in front of my own men,

you've shamed me.

I could raise my hand
and there'd be killing,

and you'd come to
me or you'd be dead.

I won't do that.

The only way I can
rub out my shame

is for you to come
to me on your own.

Begging! Crawling!

And before you
leave the plateau,

that will happen.

If she's got one
ounce of decency,

when she sees what's
going to happen to all of you,

she'll come to me on her knees,

screaming for me
to take her back.

All right, rack up your gear.

Wishbone, tear them down.

Let's go, we got to get
this herd on the move.

Let's get off this rock
before we're blown off it.

What's everybody finding
so interesting up in the hills?

It's what we don't find
that makes the interest.

What do you think happened to
Devereaux and that army of his?

I wouldn't know.

You got that feeling, Mr. Favor?

What feeling?

He isn't far away.

There's not a lot
around that next bend.

We're keeping company, too.

According to the signs

Devereaux went by not long ago.

Wind's getting stronger.

How far is it to that
north pass, Pete?

With a little luck,

we ought to be down
by noon tomorrow.

Maybe we'd better
not count on any luck.

Rowdy, squeeze down the herd.

Keep the driving
as close as you can.

Right.

Cattle are going down

as fast as we can tail them up.

I don't think they
can take it anymore.

Then we just keep
tailing them up

every time they go down.

I told Rowdy what
Mrs. Devereaux said.

Didn't seem to make
much difference.

I want to thank you

for what you did for
us... with Devereaux.

It must have been

a difficult decision for you.

How would you know?

It's true, I'm... I'm
a schoolteacher,

and I know nothing whatever
about the cattle business.

What a man does
is not so important

as how much he believes in it.

You've built
something for yourself

in the cattle business
because you believe in it,

and in protecting two strangers,

you may have destroyed

everything you've
made of your life.

It was my decision to make.

Yes...

and I... I wish I could say
it was the right decision,

but I can't...

because I just don't know.

Boss, did you change your mind

about Bryan and the lady?

What do you mean,
change my mind?

Well, I mean about
cutting their wagon out

like Devereaux said.

They go with us all
the way to Johnstown.

Well, I... I guess Riggs
has got ideas of his own.

He just pulled them out.

What do you think
you're trying to do, Riggs?

Well, I'll tell you, Mr. Favor.

I don't like the sight of blood,
especially when it's my own.

We were figuring on giving
Mr. Devereaux his prize package

and hanging on to our necks.

Anytime you think you're
ready to run this drive,

you let me know.

Hold on, Mr. Favor.

You take a look
over there, will you?

That hide is off a
fresh-killed steer.

It's got your herd's

road brand on it.

Where'd this come from?

We found it just outside
of camp this morning

with that hanging rope on it.

I'd say Devereaux's
painting a pretty clear picture.

You either get
him the yellow-belly

to use that rope on,

or the rest of your herd's
going to end up dead

just like this one, and
us right along with it.

Well, listen, Riggs,

there's only going to be
one trail boss with this outfit.

What's the matter
with you, Mr. Favor,

you bounced a saddle so
long you forgot how to count?

Devereaux's got twice
as many men as you have.

Riggs...

Hey, boss!

North pass is just
over the next rise.

All right! Squeeze
down the herd!

Let's move off this rock!

All right, Riggs,

let's move out.

Mr. Favor, now I know

what Devereaux's had
in mind for us all along.

He's waiting for
us up at the pass.

You seen him?

Not exactly.

I didn't get that from
no bow and arrow.

There's the north pass.

Over there is where

the shot came from.

All right, Pete, you hold here.

They might not stop

with just a shot through
your sleeve, you know.

Mr. Favor,

you got 3,000 head to
get through that pass,

only there may not be a pass.

It's set with enough
dynamite up there

to close it forever.

If they light those fuses,

your only chance to get
off the plateau alive is gone.

You can stop playing
God, Mr. Favor.

Mrs. Devereaux is coming to me,

just as I said she would.

Devereaux was right.

I'm going up there to him.

I'll crawl up there to him.

No, you won't.

It's Tom, Mr. Favor.

He's gone to
Jefferson Devereaux.

He's going to let them kill him.

He hopes then Devereaux

will let the rest of us through.

What do you think of
the yellow-belly now?

You stay here.

Mr. Favor...

She's right.

Let her go.

She stays. No, she doesn't!

Throw down your gun!

Señor.

Arkansas!

Like I... like I say to you
back in that stinking town,

is... better to die
here on the rock.

Is honor to die with you...

amigo.

Hold it!

Hold your fire!

Devereaux,

I'm coming out.

I'm putting up my
gun, Devereaux.

I'm coming out.

Hold it!

Go back, Mr. Favor!

There's nothing you can do!

Go back!

Can you hear me, Devereaux?

Say what you've got
to say, but say it quick.

I didn't send Bryan up here.

He came up on his own.

He was willing to be hanged

if you'd leave Sally alone.

There's one thing you
haven't thought of, Devereaux.

He didn't steal
that girl from you.

She was his in the first place.

It was you that
stole her from him.

You want to live like that,

knowing you stole her?

You want to face
people the rest of your life

wondering what they're thinking
about Jefferson Devereaux,

who wasn't man
enough to earn a wife.

Had to steal her.

All right, Mr. Devereaux,

here I am.

If you want me
to crawl, I'll crawl.

I'm begging you,
as you said I would.

Don't kill Tom.

Let him go with the others.

I'm begging you.

What's it going
to be, Devereaux?

I'm having the marriage
rubbed off the books.

Pete, Rowdy...

take Tom and the
young lady to the wagon.

I have a hunch a man like you
might even beat old Chubasco

through that pass.

Good luck.

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 ♪

♪ Cut 'em out, ride 'em
in, ride 'em in, let 'em out ♪

♪ Cut 'em out, ride 'em in ♪

♪ Rawhide... ♪
♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin'... ♪

Hyah!

Hyah!

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin',
rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

Hyah! ♪ Rollin',
rollin', rollin'... ♪

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