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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 ♪

♪ Cut '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!

When things are goin' right on a drive,

trail hand will call everything

from a calf to a ten-year-old bull: a cow.

When they're not goin' right, which is most of the time,

he'll call cattle lots of other names.

Very few of 'em are complimentary.

I know 'em all.

I'm Gil Favor, trail boss.

This is where we are, Mr. Favor.

Heliotrope?

Ha! It's a fancy name for a dot on a map.

Those would be the hills.

Yeah, the Haunted Hills.

Oh, that's a lot o' ground for a ghost to cover.

River ain't even damp.

Pete come back yet?

Nope.

Well, maybe he's come across some water by now.

Any water that it'd take him all day to find

is too far away to do the herd much good.

We might have to leave the trail.

How far is Heliotrope, Flagg?

Well, the map puts it at the foot of that range.

Ten... 12 miles, maybe.

It's worth tryin'.

Rowdy, keep the herd movin'.

Right. Come on.

Rode through this country once,

years ago.

Used to be Pahniquois land.

Dry then as it is now

You said Pahniquois?

Yeah.

Yah.

Yep.

Tasunka!

You Pahniquois, aren't ya?

I used to be.

You know this territory?

Pahniquois are not plains Indians.

They must come down from the hills sometimes.

No.

Well, you did.

What's Heliotrope like?

Small.

Dirty.

A white man's town.

Does it have any water?

It had 10 years ago.

Flagg and I are ridin' on ahead,

see if we can make arrangements for watering the herd there.

You'd best come with us.

All right, Mr. Favor.

I take you the shortest way.

Guess there wasn't any hurry after all.

This town's about dead.

It dried up.

It hasn't blown away yet.

But it will.

You could sound sorrier.

I could be sorrier.

I am not.

You said there was water here.

They sank wells.

After a while, they probably couldn't sink them deep enough.

What does your tribe do for water?

I have no tribe.

I know nothing about the Pahniquois.

Crane, Owens, Phillips.

You gentlemen look busy.

Uh, we were asking the young lady some questions.

With a whip?

You know a better way?

Hold it!

That's enough!

Shoot that redskin, Crane.

Tasunka.

Let up on him. You'll kill him.

Yes!

Tasunka!

That's enough.

At ease.

I'm Captain Loomis of the United States Army.

Captain, you forgot your uniform.

So'd your men.

Civilian mission.

What's your name?

Favor.

Why are you in Heliotrope?

Got a herd on the Sedalia, Missouri Trail.

Needs water.

Mr. Favor, you've seen this town.

People lived here once.

Not anymore. I've seen it.

It died because the Pahniquois wanted it to die.

Oh, what'd they do? Cast a spell on it?

They denied the people of Heliotrope access to water

abundant enough for a hundred towns like this,

and a hundred tribes like the Pahniquois.

Mr. Meeker's a government surveyor.

His job is to map the Haunted Hills

and the Valley of the Pahniquois.

Mine is to see that he does his job successfully.

You mean the water's up in the hills?

Yes.

You hire Indians, Mr. Favor?

No.

I hire cowhands.

Army discipline doesn't ordinarily include

flogging Indian women.

But I'd order a hundred thousand flogged

if I thought it would help me carry out my duties.

What'd you expect to get out of her anyway?

Information.

The best way to the valley,

the safest method of procedure.

You see, Mr. Favor,

other white men have gone into the valley.

They all died,

with Pahniquois arrows in their backs.

We caught the girl herding sheep in the foothills.

The Pahniquois speak a very special dialect.

None of the other tribes can understand them.

I wouldn't know that.

I was thoroughly briefed.

Your man's obviously one of 'em.

Perhaps he'd like to answer a few questions?

You can ask him.

Tasunka.

Without a whip.

What is the best way into the valley?

Our only purpose in going in is to map it.

We would prefer to avoid bloodshed.

Can you help us?

Mount up!

Mr. Favor, your herd needs water.

Why don't you lead it into the hills?

The Pahniquois might turn their backs, just as your friend has.

The captain is a very simple man.

He hates Indians because they kill soldiers.

I'm much more complex.

Oh, I can believe that.

There's plenty of water.

Why don't you join us up there?

Tasunka,

why'd that girl spit in your face?

I am a white man.

Oh, not to you, Mr. Favor,

or to anyone else.

But to the Pahniquois, I am white.

Which means enemy.

Which means unclean.

I don't know much about tribal customs

Pahniquois not ordinary Indian.

They are the guardian of the valley.

The Valley of the Pahniquois.

Where the spirit of the dead sing always,

where they dance 50 feet above the ground

and their touch is hot and deadly.

You believe that?

I have seen it.

But there is water?

A lake,

fed by mountain spring,

cold and clear.

If we took the herd in?

We would die.

The same way Captain Loomis

and his men are going to die.

Hm, let's get back to the herd.

Well, I found water, boss.

How far?

About 30 miles.

Thirty miles!

We'd lose a lot of the beeves.

Maybe half of 'em.

That's the closest.

No.

No, there's water within a day's drive.

Up in the hills.

The Haunted Hills.

Can we get the cattle up there?

I don't know.

Somebody's got to find a way in.

We'll just make one.

It's not that easy.

I can only take five men with me.

That'll leave enough to drive the herd to the Brazos

in case we don't get back.

Well, why wouldn't we?

The Pahniquois are up there,

and they don't like the white men.

Especially they don't like the white men

in the Valley of the Pahniquois.

Maybe they won't spot us,

maybe they won't kill us if they do, but, um...

That's two big maybes.

I'm goin' in now.

I'll need five more men.

But I can't order any of you to go with me.

What are we waitin' for?

Henderson, Flagg.

You gotta take me, Mr. Favor.

Why?

A-all you think of me is I'm a cook.

Who says we think you as a cook?

Mr. Favor, I was one of the best, bar none.

I know, Wishbone.

Mountain man.

But that was a certain number of years ago.

You ever see me in action,

it's a sight you'll never forget.

That's what I'm afraid of.

Now see here, Mr. Favor...

All right, Wishbone.

Well, you're gonna need a scout.

With me along?!

Thanks, Pete. I just...

That, uh, leaves one more.

That doesn't leave any.

You sure you wanna go along?

I know the hills.

And I know the people.

Who hate you as much as they do us.

I am the best chance you got, Mr. Favor.

They might listen to me.

Or they might spit in your face too.

Am I a good cowhand?

Yeah.

I don't like to see a herd die

any more than you.

We got our six men.

Pete,

pass out rifles and ammunition to the men goin'.

Right.

I'll handle that.

Mushy?

Mushy! Yes, sir.

Fill up the canteens.

All right, come and get 'em!

Rowdy?

I offered to go along.

Well, I know you did.

Knew you would.

Old man like Wishbone... Takin' him along,

that doesn't make any sense.

Oh, Wishbone isn't old.

Fifty, maybe.

Lot older than I am.

Besides you got Jim and Joe, and they're good drovers.

Would you put them in charge of the drive?

I guess not, no.

You're trail boss till I get back.

If I don't,

cut out the weaklings in the herd...

Calvin' cows, anything that'll slow you up.

Head for the Brazos.

Right.

Mr. Wishbone? Yeah?

You goin' off and leavin' me here

to cook for all the hands by myself?

Heh, you're mighty well told I am.

They'll kill me.

Now, Mushy, you got nothing to worry about.

My life's all I got.

Ah, you just cook 'em the things that you cook best

and you'll make out all right.

Name one, Mr. Wishbone.

You see what I mean?

Yeah.

Well, I'll tell you what.

I got a new recipe.

One that might save your life.

What is it?

Well, you cook your stew and your sourdough or whatever,

and then you call in the hands,

and then... And then?

You start runnin' before they start eatin'.

All ready, Mr. Favor.

Move the herd slow.

If we don't catch up by sunup the third day,

move 'em fast.

Sure thing, boss.

Sure looks invitin',

but I seen worse

with Blackfeet waitin'.

Looks like a good place to get bushwhacked to me.

Ah, no bushes...

but bad enough.

Tasunka.

Any other way in?

Well, that simplifies things anyway.

Tasunka.

That sound.

The whispering of the dead.

You'd think they had somethin' better to do.

He was one of the soldiers with the surveyin' party.

His name was, uh, Crane.

Now his throat's been cut.

Well, that... That kinda makes a difference.

Why?

We all figured this wasn't gonna be any quiltin' bee.

Now we know, that's the only difference.

What does the Indian say?

His name's Tasunka, Henderson.

You saw what kind of a man he was in Heliotrope, Mr. Favor.

Your tribe gonna care

what kind of men come into their valley,

as long as they're white?

I have no tribe.

I cannot answer for them.

You don't have to, Tasunka.

And nobody has to ride with us, neither.

Well, I...

I wasn't figuring on ridin' back alone.

Well, now, maybe you can find somebody to go with you.

Well, we...

We gonna hang around him all day?

Wonder what happened to the rest of his party.

Well, if they was smart, which we ain't,

they probably hightailed it back to where they come from.

Did you see any signs to that effect, Wishbone?

No, and neither do you.

Be hard on the hooves, but the cattle can get through.

How much more of this?

Quarter of a mile, maybe.

Is the singing bothering you?

You know that sound isn't made by the dead.

Why do you keep hammerin' at it?

I'm not sure.

I was only 16 years old when I left the valley.

I watched the white man build Heliotrope,

I wanted guns and horses like his.

You got 'em.

Now all the years between...

don't seem to count.

I wasn't trying to frighten you, Mr. Favor.

I was trying to keep from being frightened myself.

They know we're here all right.

Those shots weren't for our benefit.

How far do you figure they are, Pete?

About two miles.

Mile and a half.

Shut up, Wishbone.

Pahniquois use guns? No.

Must be the civilian party in there having trouble then.

Maybe causin' it.

Let's get outta this canyon.

Well, mighty pretty.

Well watered too.

How's the valley lay out?

The wooded area first,

then the burial grounds, and beyond:

the village and lake.

We'll go through the woods.

Make as little noise as possible

and stick close together.

We don't want any stragglers being picked off.

Understood?

Ah, we're travelin' blind.

Tasunka, you know where we are?

It's been too many years.

Henderson.

Uh, yeah?

You're the lightest man here.

How good are you at climbin' trees?

Well, as...

As good as anybody, I guess.

That one seems to be the tallest around.

You try that one.

You see anything?

Sun shinin' on the water out there.

There's somethin' closer, though.

About a hundred yards away, uh...

I can't... I can't make it out though.

It looks like it...

Whoever shot that wasn't more than 30 yards away.

He saw somethin' not more than 100 yards ahead.

But we got company within 30 yards.

So watch close.

Not much of a burial we give him...

Till now, I been thinkin' we could turn back.

So long as they didn't know we was here.

You can forget about turnin' back.

I wish we could forget whatever's ahead.

I was up in the mountains for 20 years

under this kind of cover.

I can tell you,

Indian isn't gonna let you see him

unless he wants you to.

Fellas used to say, if the wind was right, you could smell 'em.

Sorry, Tasunka.

Well, anyway, we know which direction the lake's at.

They should have sent a full cavalry detachment in here,

wiped out the savages once and for all.

What a pity they didn't.

Our lives would have been considerably safer.

The government wanted no blood shed.

Someone should have informed the Pahniquois

of that sentiment.

Captain Loomis.

Heard somethin' movin' out there.

Must have gone a hundred yards.

Yeah.

Listen, you gotta let me go on ahead.

It's the only chance we got.

Good huntin', Pete.

We'll move in after him.

Get back, Mr. Favor!

Get back!

Hold your fire.

It's the survey party.

Oh, it's not bad.

You're lucky.

Yeah, their aim is pitiful,

they only got me in the arm.

I, uh, see you brought

your pet Indian along, Mr. Favor.

Tasunka volunteered. I'm glad he did.

Well, every man to his own taste.

I'll... I'll admit that you can lick me, so why bother?

Mr. Favor.

You came in to the valley looking for water.

That's right.

What makes you think the Pahniquois

will give you access to it?

I can ask 'em.

Tasunka speaks their language.

He's an Indian, but he's no longer one of them.

They might listen to him.

If, uh, he ever got close enough, but, uh...

They keep their distance.

Uh, tell him to keep his distance from me too.

That'll be enough, Meeker.

Mr. Favor, since our aims don't conflict,

I suggest we join forces.

Fair enough.

Your men will take their orders from me.

No.

Are you suggesting you're better qualified

to lead men than I am?

No.

My men just take their orders from me, that's all.

Very well. But I don't approve.

Have me thrown out of the Army.

Make a nasty report about him in your next dispatch.

Well, hang me for a horse thief

if I ever seen anything like that in the mountains.

The burial ground of the Pahniquois.

Tasunka...

What you see rising above the ground,

reaching toward the sky,

are the spirit of our dead.

Sheer superstition. Those are geysers.

I've seen them up north in Yellowstone.

I...

I should not have brought you here.

We will be punished by the god of my people.

The spirit.

The whispering of the dead.

Boiling water, that's all.

Is there any way around the geysers?

Then we go through.

Mr. Favor.

From now on,

I must go alone.

As long as I ride with the white man,

as long as I wear his clothes,

the Pahniquois will not let me come to him.

Mr. Favor.

My saddle, please.

As long even as I use this weapon.

Do you know what you're lettin' yourself in for?

I know the job I came to do.

Also, if I come to them like this,

perhaps they will speak with me.

He's been gone more than an hour.

How long we gonna wait?

Don't know.

He might be gettin' cut to pieces in there,

and we wouldn't know.

Flagg, you just plain irritate me.

You scared?

Sure.

You just stopped irritatin' me.

I am too.

Your man's either dead or deserted, Mr. Favor.

Tasunka wouldn't desert.

I don't share your faith in him.

No one asked you to.

You think maybe his horse might have

stumbled in one of them cracks and throwed him?

Could be.

Let's go get him.

Wishbone. Flagg.

Well, don't have any place else to go.

Don't come near me!

Don't!

Tasunka!

I have been judged by my own.

Go back, Mr. Favor, please!

If that thing goes...

Go back!

Go ba...!

That wasn't an easy way to die, was it?

There just ain't any easy ways.

He wanted to be forgiven.

There was no goin' home for him.

I... I... I think I've lost my taste for mapmaking.

I... I think I definitely have.

Mr. Meeker, you were sent here for a purpose,

and within the limits of my authority,

I intend to see that you carry it out.

You believe there are any limits to your authority, captain?

Mr. Favor.

We're continuing on in. Are you?

Tasunka was the only real hope I had.

Then you're turning back?

No, I haven't found water yet.

Oh!

Down!

We gotta try and grab those horses.

Pete, cover Flagg and me.

All right.

Be dark in a minute.

We might as well stay here.

They'd have to cross open ground to get at us.

Owens was my friend

as far back as I can remember.

We came from the same town,

liked the same things,

even fell in love with the same girl.

Somebody else married her, though.

If we're gonna stay here the night,

we might as well take it as easy as we can.

Ain't much to do but talk or freeze to death.

So I guess I'll talk.

I'd rather freeze.

Bein' up here in the mountains

reminds me of the time I was a mountain man.

Oh, now, there was some men.

Great ones.

John Gant, Black Harris,

Old Bill Williams...

He used to be a preacher.

Now I know what you should've been instead of a cook.

Now, don't blaspheme, Flagg.

What is it? Shh!

Loomis, that was no more than a child.

It was an Indian.

And he could very well have been a decoy.

What happened?

There was an Indian kid on that ridge.

I don't know whether Loomis hit him or not.

He hit him.

Well, maybe the captain didn't realize.

The captain doesn't need

any apologies made for him, Mr. Flagg.

Well, maybe he ain't hurt too bad.

Only one way to find out.

There's no need for you to go out there.

His own people... If they were out there,

they'd got to him by now.

They'd have heard the shot.

It won't take 'em long to get there.

That's right.

I'm ordering you not to go out there.

Got a reason for that order?

Because if anything happens to you,

there's, uh, one less of us,

and because I'm weak and 'fraid.

Might have a chance if we got the bullet out

and stopped the bleeding.

If it was done right.

Uh, Captain Loomis was a medical student.

Loomis?

You want me to save his life

so he can grow up to kill more white men?

You're gonna have to do it, Wishbone.

Well, I done a little doctorin',

but I'm no surgeon.

Neither's anyone else.

We'll have to have a fire

to keep the boy warm and cauterize the wound.

No. A fire would disclose our position to the Indians.

Any more than that shot of yours did?

Flagg, Pete, get a fire goin'.

Losin' an awful lot of blood.

When they're that young, they're not anybody's enemy.

Mr. Favor.

Another rag.

Well,

if the bleedin'll stop, he's got a chance.

I'm glad the little tyke stayed unconscious.

Saved him an awful lot of pain.

Oh, Wishbone.

Word must've got out.

They're not gonna make their move till it's over,

one way or the other, boss.

How's the boy?

We don't know.

Please, God, he live.

Well, what do you care?

If he lives, heh, we do.

If he dies, uh...

Fixed him some broth if he's up to takin' any.

He's still asleep.

Best stay put, son.

He don't understand a word you're sayin'.

I know, but...

Maybe the sound of my voice though.

This broth would be good for him.

Better let that cool a bit.

Even when it was dark I could just feel 'em out there.

I couldn't close my eyes all night.

What do you think they'll do to us if the boy dies, Mr. Favor?

One of those Indians out there'll be his father.

You know what a son means to a man, don't ya?

Yeah, sort of.

Ain't you a family man?

Nah, never married.

Soldiers ain't got no right.

Why not?

Because their job is dying.

Ain't everybody's?

That boy, he...

He don't want to live half as bad as I do.

He...

He don't know what death means.

If his death meant life for me,

what do you think I'd do?

Well, what would you do?

I'd strangle him.

Not a trace.

He's dead, huh?

Well, they've got to be told.

I think they know.

Meeker, you haven't got a chance!

Guess he didn't wanna live as bad as he thought he did.

Well, the broth's cool enough.

Whatever chance we had...

died with him, didn't it?

Whatever chance we had.

He ought to be taken home.

Put him down before the chief.

The boy ran away during the night.

He wanted to see what white men look like.

We're sorry it cost him his life.

We know you tried to help him.

We don't know who shot him.

We don't know either. We...

We were all shootin' at anyone we thought was a warrior.

There was only one shot.

You must tell us.

Otherwise you will all be tortured.

Death will be slow in coming to you.

I killed him.

He died the way he lived.

Brave and filled with hate.

Pahniquois do not take revenge on a beaten enemy.

We can be grateful that you tried to save the boy's life.

You have permission to water your cattle here.

How'd you know about our cattle?

Tasunka spoke of it before...

You are Mr. Favor?

That's right.

He c-cannot be buried with his own people.

But I hate to see...

To think of his body lying around,

waiting for the foxes and the crows...

We'll bury him.

Did you know him?

I was to marry him.

But after he left, it...

It was too late.

Your horses are...

Are in the edge of the clearing.

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' ♪

♪ Await 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' ♪

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪