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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!

On a trail drive, each and every man has his chore.

The eye of the drive is the scout,

riding out in front to test the trail,

and find water and bedground.

Others are stationed around the herd,

hazing it when it moves

and soothing it when it's bedded down.

A very important man is the master of the chuck wagon,

because he's not only gotta be a good trail cook,

but a jack-of-all-trades as well.

The man who holds the whole caboodle together

is the trail boss.

But there's one man in the outfit

who's got no chores of his own.

Gotta be ready and willing to take over anyone else's.

Yeah, that's me,

ramrod to this outfit: Rowdy Yates.

Ma'am, that stage with the mail was due yesterday.

Oh, don't get your hopes all raised up, sonny.

Just tell yourself it's due in sometime this month,

and you won't be disappointed.

Well, we don't make more than two mail stops

on a trail drive.

A letter's all a man has to remind him

there's more than steers and drovers in the world.

I been runnin' this office

since my man died five years ago,

and I yet gotta see that stage in on time.

Boss said to wait, so I'll wait.

Let me tote that thing for you, ma'am. You'll strain yourself.

Hm. You wouldn't wanna Indian wrestle, would you, boy?

Oh, no, no.

Thanks for askin'.

Why don't you go get yourself some breakfast, sonny?

You make me nervous loafin' around lookin' so hangdog.

Sign here, Mrs. Hadley.

Stand still, you stubborn old fool.

I'll skin you alive, you muley-headed cayuse!

Hyah!

Come here. Whoa!

That was something to see, patrona.

What spooked him, mister?

He's never been shod before.

Not to mention pure cussedness.

If it wasn't for you, sonny...

that critter would've got all tangled up with my water wagon.

And that would've been a mess.

Say, we owe this cowboy a drink.

Yeah.

Perhaps he is the one, Goyo.

Es posible.

You will see that he gets to the rancho.

You will do whatever is necessary.

Anyway, ah... Let me tell you about this cowboy...

Hail to the drover, gentlemen.

What are you waiting for, Mr. Yates? Drink hearty.

Yeah.

And the next round's on me.

Long as I'm off the water wagon,

I might as well do it in style.

Fill him up again, my partner.

Sounded like a good story to me.

Sounded like a good story to me.

Go on with your story, Mr. Yates.

Oh, allow me, gentlemen.

Oh, uh... Mr. Yates,

Miss Cowley. Ella.

Oh, uh, my pleasure, Miss Cowley.

Mr. Yates.

You were sayin' something about a cowboy

that died and went to heaven.

Oh. Oh, yeah. Uh, I... I was sayin' something like that.

Uh...

Uh, well, uh, St. Peter, see,

he... He asks this cowboy, he says, "Where you from?"

This cowboy says, "Well,

I'm from Albuquerque, mister."

Well, St. Peter looked at him, he says,

"Son," he said. "There ain't no place named Albuquerque."

And this... This cowboy, he pulls out his map,

and he points his finger...

Puts his finger right on it, you know?

And then... And he says, "See? It's Albuquerque."

St. Peter says, "Well, son, I'm sorry for doubtin' you."

He says, "We never had nobody from there before."

Well, I don't know. Something like that. Forget it.

Well, gentlemen, how about some poker, huh?

Give Mr. Yates a chance to win some Preston money.

Come on. Oh, I don't know.

Oh, sit right down.

Come on. Don't be shy.

I can't gamble any better than I can drink.

Or tell a story.

The first stack's on me.

What've you got to lose, huh?

Not a thing, Miss Cowley.

Not... one little thing.

Yep.

And what you got, Mr. Yates?

Not a thing.

Maybe I could have another stack.

Uh, get a chance to get even?

I'd hate to see you get in any deeper.

I think we oughta settle up now.

S-settle up?

I already carried you over $300.

That's not counting the stake

I gave you to begin with.

Three hundred doll...?

Hey, well, look...

wh-when I get to Sedalia, I get a salary plus a bonus.

I could send you the money...

I'm not in the business of staking trail trash.

"Trail trash"?

I guess you don't mean that,

bein' a lady and all.

Will one of you gentlemen

go for the sheriff, please?

Con su permiso.

Señorita. Señor.

I may have a peaceful and honorable answer.

Yeah, like what?

My patrona, Doña Luisa Esquivel y Hadley,

will be responsible

for your debt.

Who? Wh... What...?

She herself will tell you.

Her credit is good, is it not, Señorita Cowley?

For any amount.

Hey, looks like I'm gettin' shuffled around here.

You should not question your good fortune, amigo.

You will ride with me to El Rancho de Caballo Grande.

I'm not riding with anybody anywhere.

Gotta pick up the mail and get back to my outfit.

That which Doña Luisa wishes of you

will not take long.

Now, what could be worth $300

that doesn't take long?

For you, it will be a simple matter.

Vámonos.

Well... all right.

It's been real nice knowin' you, Miss Cowley.

El Rancho de Caballo Grande.

The family of Doña Luisa has lived here

for nearly 200 years.

Tell me, does this, uh, Doña Lu...

Uh... Mrs. Hadley, does...

she run this place all by herself?

Sí.

Like all the Esquivels before her...

she breeds the finest-blooded horses in the world.

She sounds like quite a woman.

Why can't you tell me what she wants with me anyway?

Because I would not presume, señor.

What do you think, Goyo?

You are an artist.

Here, take the horses. Seguro.

In honor of the holiday tomorrow.

Holiday?

El Día de los Muertos.

The Day of the Dead.

A time for feasting and making friends with death.

Ah! Oh, oh!

What was that?

Just the Witch-woman.

She would not find the holiday complete

without taking the hot blood of a rooster.

There's gonna be...

all kinds of fun around here tomorrow.

No, Father, please,

take me back to my room.

Darling, don't upset yourself.

It's only the cowboy your mother spoke about.

No.

All right, my dear.

There we are.

There. Lean back.

You are the young man

my wife was expecting?

Yeah... Well, I guess so, yeah.

Goyo... would you tell your mistress

that her cowboy's here?

She's down at the stables.

Sí, patron.

This is my daughter Ellen, Mr., uh...

Yates.

Rowdy Yates.

I'm Albert Hadley.

Mr. Hadley.

May I get you a drink?

Oh, uh, no. I, uh...

I had one this morning, and it cost me $300.

Oh?

Well, it's a long story.

Mine is a much longer story, Mr. Yates.

And it cost me a great deal more.

Well, here's to you, young man.

Buena suerte. Good luck.

You'll need it.

How's that?

What, Goyo didn't tell you?

No. No one's told me anything.

I wish someone would.

Well, I don't know what methods of persuasion were used,

but... you're here to break a horse.

Oh.

Oh, is that all?

In this case, it's quite enough.

No. Don't let her make you do it.

La Muerte's a killer.

He can't be broken.

She knows that.

But it only makes her that much more determined

to put him under a saddle...

no matter who gets hurt doing it.

Ellen, my dear.

She always has to have the upper hand.

And not just with horses.

That will be quite enough, Ellen.

My daughter is inclined to be a little overemotional.

The horse is merely a high-spirited mustang.

Yes.

There's a depressing list of casualties

to testify to that.

But you are in my debt

for $300.

Yeah, I know.

So I will take you to the corral,

I will show you the stallion,

and you can decide for yourself.

All right.

Ellen...

have you tried your wheelchair?

No.

And why not?

I won't have people staring at me,

pitying me.

And you do not think that they pity you

when your father is carrying you in his arms

from place to place?

Leave me alone, Mother.

Luisa.

Luisa, you have other things to do.

The chair is meant only to help you

to help yourself.

Forgive me, Señor Yates.

Let us go.

She's right, you know.

I mean about trying to help yourself.

She's always right.

She's an Esquivel, isn't she?

Didn't you ever, just once,

try to make her realize that she was also your wife,

Mrs. Albert Hadley?

Yes.

Before you were born.

But I was no match for her.

She was a young woman who had no doubt

that she was different and very special.

I suppose I was just a little bit overwhelmed

at the idea that she saw anything at all

in a... remittance man.

Poor Father.

That cowboy...

I hope he's not fool enough

to try to ride La Muerte.

Ellen...

please accept that wheelchair.

Use it.

I promise you that'll be just the beginning.

Do it for me.

For you.

My good girl.

All right. Come here.

La Muerte.

To my people...

he has really lived up to his name.

How's that?

He trampled one vaquero to death.

He crippled another. And me, myself, he's thrown me off.

I barely escaped his hooves.

My daughter, you've seen her.

And you know what happened to her.

You mean, you let...?

You let your daughter try to ride that horse?

It was her own choice.

And she did it behind my back.

There.

That isn't so bad, is it?

From now on, my dear...

you must get used to trusting me.

Just why is it so important for you

to have this horse broken, anyway?

It is simple.

To me, this horse means defeat.

Let us say it is not in me to let anything

get the upper hand.

Make up your minds, amigos.

Is your love of freedom less than that of a horse?

If you have as much heart as an animal not to be broken,

you will join me and the others against her.

We have plans for tomorrow.

It is more suitable

that it should be the Day of the Dead.

Tovar...

how can we be sure we would be better off in Mexico?

You have spoken of Juárez

and his fine words of a good life,

and even the poorest people owning their land.

But we have no guns, no bullets.

Ah! Doña Luisa does not know it yet,

but she will provide us with those.

In truth, when we leave, there will be little left

of El Rancho de Caballo Grande.

And those that stay behind...

will be just homeless Mexicans

among the Texans.

That's more than just

a high-spirited mustang, ma'am.

Yes, but you can handle him.

Yeah, well...

my job's just to square myself

and get back to the outfit as soon as possible.

Well, you will be free to leave tomorrow.

Why can't I go to bustin' him right now?

Tomorrow is a holiday:

The Day of the Dead.

Yeah, well, I heard that.

But what's that gotta do with it?

Well, the people will come here.

Uh, they will pay their respect to the dead.

And they will want to be amused.

Oh.

A dog of a Juarista, patrona.

I found him poisoning the minds

of the stupid ones against you.

Is that true, Tovar?

Answer me.

You have the word of Goyo.

I have nothing to say.

How many more think as you do?

I will tell you that in a week that has no Friday.

If you want to leave for Mexico,

please leave.

Gracias.

And be shot down before I am 20 kilómetros from here,

as were the others who tried before me?

There is only one way to teach him a lesson

that he will remember, patrona.

Yes.

A whipped dog...

is a wiser dog.

All right, mister, that's enough.

You heard what the young man said, Goyo.

That will be quite enough.

Yes, do as you are told, Goyo.

Now...

go back to work, everyone.

Concha.

Sorry.

Terribly sorry.

You must think us

rather a strange household, Yates.

I don't know what you want me to say to that, Mr. Hadley.

Casual conversation

is always a rare thing at this table.

But the silence tonight is...

particularly ominous.

You see...

I've committed a mortal sin.

I've dared to join you in defying

my wife's authority.

Is that a way to talk in front of our guest?

Wouldn't "victim" be a better word?

Mr. Yates, if it's money you need to get out of this,

I can let you have it.

Oh. Well, uh...

No, I'm afraid I couldn't let you do that, Miss Ellen.

But then you won't have to risk your neck tomorrow

just to please her.

Now, as long as you and your father

have turned against me...

I think our guest should know the truth.

Don't, Luisa.

What possessed you

to try and ride La Muerte?

Hm?

Was it because you wanted to tame

a wild thing?

No.

Was it because you wanted to prove your courage? No.

It was because...

I failed to do it.

I did it because I wanted to do it.

Oh, I see.

And you became a cripple for that?

Don't use that word.

You are right.

It does not really apply, does it?

Because all the doctors are saying

that you cannot walk

because you do not want to walk.

There is nothing wrong with you, Ellen.

Nothing except...

your hate for me.

Make her stop.

Now, if you wish

to remain a cripple

all your life for that...

it is your own decision.

But I want you to know

it does not make me

feel guilty.

What do you think you are doing?

I don't know how you usually settle

your family affairs, Mrs. Hadley...

but your daughter's had enough.

Someday I'll kill you, Luisa.

For that you need passion, Alberto.

Thank you.

I'll be all right by myself now.

Well, are you sure, feeling the way you do?

I always used to come up here...

when I wanted to be alone and think.

Hey, they're starting the holiday

kind of early, aren't they?

Well, uh...

I'll, uh...

I'll be back for you in a few minutes.

What are you trying, anyway?

You shouldn't have stopped me.

I can't go back there with her.

Now, look here, Miss Ellen. You gotta promise me

you're not gonna try anything like this again.

I may as well be dead.

I have no life of my own.

Talk like that is foolish.

Pretty girl like you has everything to live for.

Like what?

Well... w...

One of these days, you'll be falling for somebody,

and you'll be gettin' married, and having a family

and a life of your own.

That's the way it usually works, isn't it?

And who'd want me?

I can't walk.

I really can't. No matter what she says.

Well, maybe you don't want to bad enough.

You sound as though you're taking her side.

Look, Ellen, I'm speaking my own mind.

You've got to want to try,

win, lose or draw.

Do you think you can ride La Muerte...

by merely wanting to?

I don't know, but I'm gonna be in there trying.

Well, trying won't make it so...

any more than it'll make me walk again.

Come here.

Look, if I ride La Muerte tomorrow...

will you try and walk?

Come on, now, is that a bargain?

All right.

Thank you.

Concha will take care of me now.

Now, don't forget.

Good night.

Good night.

Your daughter tried to kill herself tonight.

What?

So it's come to that.

Is that all you're gonna say?

She might just try it again.

I think you ought to try and help her,

you being her father and all. Shut up!

I'm sorry.

You're right, of course.

Thank you for telling me.

Well...?

I... I'll... find some way.

All right, Tovar.

Take your people and whatever you want from the hacienda,

and join Juárez.

What reason do we have to trust this man, Tovar?

You may not have a reason, Hey Soos. I have.

But for the Americano and the English señor,

Goyo would have left no skin on my back.

It makes no sense that a man should want

to see everything he owns destroyed.

Look at it this way, Hey Soos.

For a long time I've known who the Juáristas are...

and I've said nothing.

Doesn't that convince you that I want to see you succeed?

But why?

My reasons are my own.

They're good reasons.

One thing, Señor Hadley. Yes?

Have you thought of Doña Luisa?

Many will be loyal to her.

She is an Esquivel. She will fight back.

Is her safety not important to you?

No, she will not fight back.

I can promise you that she will not be an obstacle.

You seem to have plans of your own.

They will not disrupt yours.

It is settled.

You are one of us, amigo.

Tomorrow... when everyone is at the corral

watching the Americano...

that will be our time to strike.

Getting qualms?

With all the noise goin' on around here,

he's gettin' good and skittery.

There's something you may have to do for me, Rowdy...

out of the kindness of your heart.

Oh, yeah? What's that?

You saw the man Tovar today?

Yeah.

There are quite a few others like him.

With all of his hatred and the same bitterness,

and with good reason too.

I have a feeling that

they're going to, uh, choose tomorrow...

to strip the ranch of anything they need

to serve the Juárista cause.

Arms, ammunition, supplies.

With everybody's thoughts on food, dancing and...

And death,

it would be very sound strategy.

Well... everything goin' on around here,

I guess me and La Muerte are just gonna be

a side attraction, huh?

Rowdy...

if anything should happen to my wife or me...

I'd like you to see to it that my... daughter...

That Ellen gets safely to my sister.

I-I... I'll write out your instructions.

I'll give you more than enough money to cover the trip.

Uh... Mr. Hadley,

I'd like to put your mind at ease,

but...

La Muerte there, uh, might just kick my plans

right out from under me tomorrow.

I'm talking about my daughter's life.

Well...

All right, I'll... I'll do what I can

to make sure nothing happens to her.

Thank you.

Thank you, Rowdy.

Good night.

Good night.

Drink, señor. Drink.

You know, the rooster is the enemy of the devil.

Drink. I'm not thirsty, Mother.

Yes, today we laugh at death, Goyo.

Have you got a blindfold?

Well, I hadn't planned on using one.

Now, isn't that being a little too brave?

I will get you one.

Madre de Dios.

Come on, you don't want to stay here.

Poor Goyo.

Take him down, please.

Miguel.

Si, patrona.

Are you to be trusted?

Seems I can no longer trust my people.

You can be sure of me, Doña Luisa.

Go and find Tovar.

He must not go unpunished.

Muy bien.

Stop her. Stop her!

Let me go! Everything we have

in the world is in there.

You can blame your husband for this.

Tovar has turned against me.

I know nothing of that. Take her away.

Maybe you'd better take your hands off her.

What are you doing?

She didn't know what her husband was doing.

Do as you were told, Ramón.

You seem to be making a habit of crossing me.

If the breaking of La Muerte were not so important to me,

I would have you flogged...

at this very moment.

I guess maybe you would.

But then there is La Muerte, isn't there?

Well, I won't just be bustin' him to do you any favors

or pay off my debt.

Oh?

What are you doing it for?

The only thing keeping me here is your daughter.

I'll be breakin' him for her.

Easy, boy. Easy now.

Easy now.

Easy. Take it easy.

That's a boy.

Now, just stand still there.

Easy, now. Stand still.

Ahh.

Come on now.

Easy now. Easy.

Easy, boy.

Easy.

Easy.

Tovar. Tovar. What?

It makes me laugh.

They didn't even lock the gun room. Toma.

Viva Juárez!

That's a boy. That's a boy.

Easy, easy.

Good.

Like death...

he cannot be defeated.

That's it.

You give it to him.

Defeated.

Ay!

We were looking for gold and jewels...

and he was looking for you.

Vámonos. Vámonos.

Yee-whoo!

Listen, all of you!

Your place is with us in Mexico.

Fighting with Juárez for freedom and equality.

There is no place for you here.

We have guns enough for everyone...

more horses than we need in Doña Luisa's stables.

You are fools!

For 200 years, we, the Esquivels...

have given you a place to work...

a place to eat and a place to sleep.

And now you throw all away.

And why?

Because Tovar speaks to you.

He speaks to you about another peon just like yourself.

Juárez from Mexico...

who promises you what?

Beautiful words.

Equality and freedom.

You don't know what that means!

It means to you that when you are ill,

and when you are old...

and when the sun is burning your crop year after year...

there is nobody, but nobody to help you.

You think Juárez...

and Tovar will help you.

Never!

They are too busy talking.

About equality and freedom!

I cannot let you do it.

I will not let you change your ways.

That were good ways...

That were they ways of your father,

and of his father.

That are the ways of El Rancho...

de Caballo Grande!

Never! I will not!

Espérense!

You have heard, you have listened to her.

And you believe her, do you not?

Do you not know she is making her memories your memories?

Do you?!

You are a fool, Tovar! A fool, you are.

I'm all right...

because of you.

Well, uh... all I did

was get thrown like a sack of meal.

But you tried.

That was enough.

Vámonos!

Viva Juárez!

Rowdy...

for what you prevented me from doing, my thanks.

God forgive me.

I could think of no other way out for you.

Luisa, I...

You must be very anxious to leave...

with your daughter.

Viva Juárez.

Is there, uh...

anything I can do for you?

No.

What I have to do, I have to do alone.

Cálmate.

Cálmate.

Good boy.

Ah. Good boy.

Ay.

Cálmate.

Cálmate.

Mm. Good boy.

La Muerte.

Eh?

Vamoose!

Well, I better be going too, ma'am.

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 ♪

♪ Oh, 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! ♪

Hyah!

Hyah!

♪ Rawhide! ♪

Hyah!

Hyah!

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Rollin', rollin' Rollin' ♪