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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! ♪

Hyah!

Hyah!

♪ Rawhide! ♪

Hyah!

Pushing a trail drive is like moving a whole town

that isn't sure it wants to be moved.

Some of its people are willing, some aren't.

You start out with problems, then you meet up with new ones.

Whatever they are, however they happen,

they have to be met.

That's my job. Gil Favor's my name...

trail boss.

Fang marks. His neck's broke.

Look here.

Track's bigger than the span of my hand.

Puma. And an oversized one at that.

Any idea which way he took off? Any more tracks?

Further on up there where he hit a moss bed,

but they're not as clear as these.

Somethin' must have scared him

before he had time to finish up on the steer.

He'll be back then.

We'll keep the herd out in the open tonight.

Nobody sleeps. Rowdy, get the wagon.

Use the carcass for bait.

Right.

Cat's worse than a snake.

Black-hearted as night,

quicker than a rattler and twice as deadly.

Put the poison on, Mushy.

Yes, sir, Mr. Wishbone.

I'd sure like to get my hands on that cat.

Any of you men ever eat puma pajilla?

Puma what?

Pajilla.

Now, there's a delicacy.

You lay on a slice of puma steak,

then you garnish with a layer of onions,

and then a layer of clams...

Clams.

That's right. Clams.

And then another layer of puma steak,

and a layer of vegetables,

and then you pour on some good liquor,

let it simmer for six hours and steam through.

Where are you gonna get clams?

Just one of you get me the puma,

I'll dig up the clams.

Oh, you're really funny, Wishbone.

One thing about wolves and coyotes,

you can hear 'em.

But a puma, they're deadly quiet

unless you're close enough to hear one of 'em purr.

Purr? Like a kitten?

Oh, shut up.

No, Mushy, not like a kitten.

Well, those tracks make that cat

bigger than any I've ever even heard about.

If he's that big, he could just about

chew up the herd all by himself.

Keep an eye open.

He could be coming out of 100 different places,

disappear the same way.

I guess we're only lucky that, uh,

the cattle didn't catch his scent.

Well, right now the wind's blowin' away from the herd.

If any of you spot the cat,

make sure you got a clean shot at it,

a good chance to kill it.

We don't want a wounded puma runnin' loose.

Now, grab your chunks of poisoned meat from Wishbone

and move out.

What happened to ya, anyway?

I met that puma.

Oh, you sure did.

Well, I did hit it, this isn't all my blood.

Plenty of it is, though.

I'll live.

Only one trouble. The puma will too.

I only got off one shot, he swiped back at me

I had to take off.

Better get you to Wishbone quick.

Maybe we can get him to part with some of that whiskey.

For medicinal purposes.

Infection ain't got a chance against that stuff.

I wonder if I have.

Hand me a pair of scissors, Mushy.

Mushy!

Well, I'll be branded with a cold iron

if he ain't drunk from the fumes.

Take him on out, and get him some air.

You lost a lot of blood, Mr. Favor.

How ya feelin'?

No worse than Mushy's gonna feel.

This stuff ain't bad taken internal, neither.

Hey, you're workin'.

I'm the patient.

Hey, now you stay put.

Traipsing around outside ain't gonna do you any good.

Mushy's out there,

he's tryin' to hold the prairie down.

Says it keeps risin' up on him.

That ain't all that's gonna be rising up on him.

Boss all right?

Not as all right as he thinks.

It ain't serious,

but what with the blood he's lost,

and the pummelin' the puma gave him...

Hey, how's the grazin' around here?

Well, it's fair.

Might be a good time to fat up the cattle a day or two.

No, no. Mr. Favor wouldn't like it

if we, uh, didn't keep the herd movin'.

Now, who's the doctor? Me or Mr. Favor?

Neither one of ya are.

You want Mr. Favor to come down with gangrene?

Gangrene?

You're the doctor, Wish.

Well, in that case, graze the cattle.

Yeah.

How's Mr. Favor?

Oh, I never seen him madder.

At you, Rowdy.

At me? Yup.

Seein' it was you who decided to hold up the drive

for two whole days.

I-I didn't do that, that was your decision.

That ain't the way I told it.

Well, I gotta change his bandage.

Even if I do something wrong,

I get blamed for it even if I don't do it?

Well, you might as well get used to it.

That's something that always happens to trail bosses.

Well, I ain't no trail boss.

You will be someday, if Mr. Favor's right.

And he usually is.

I ain't seen a carriage like that

since that time I was in Mexico City.

That one looks like it's been driven

all the way from there without stoppin'.

Hey.

She's a...

Isn't she?

Yeah, she is.

I wonder what she's doing out here.

I don't know.

Why don't you go ask her?

Huh? Oh, uh...

Yeah, that's a good idea, Pete.

I'll go with you.

Hello.

Uh, my name's Rowdy Yates.

I'm Pete Nolan.

I am Margarita Colinas.

Did one of you shoot a puma two days ago?

Yeah, that's right.

You?

Uh, no, not me.

I would like very much to meet the man who did.

Any particular reason?

I wish to thank him.

Well, if you wait here for a minute,

I'll go get him for you.

Please.

Why ain't the herd moving?

Well?

I decided to graze them for two days.

You decided?

A lady out here would like to see ya, boss.

Where?

Right out here.

This is Mr. Favor, Miss, uh...

Señora Colinas.

How do you do, Señora Colinas?

You are the one who wounded the puma?

I shot a puma. I'm not sure whether I...

Killed it or not?

I'm afraid that's right.

Why did you not go after it and make sure?

Well, he would've, uh, Miss... Uh, señora.

But, uh, he got pretty well pawed up there.

He looks all right.

My son did too.

Your son?

His name was Fernando Colinas.

He was nine years old.

Two days ago he was killed.

A wounded puma, unable to seek its natural prey,

stalked my boy.

Stalked him, caught him,

killed him.

I'm deeply sorry, señora.

We, uh...

We couldn't track the cat down either

before or after we shot it.

Miss Colinas, uh,

couldn't the men on your place have...

My men?

That is my man.

Does he look like a hunter to you?

Nope.

What about your husband?

Dead.

I'm sorry.

Any neighbors?

Fifty miles away.

What do you want, Mrs. Colinas?

I want my boy.

You have many things here.

Cattle, horses, men.

One thing you do not have...

Fernando, who is dead,

who I buried myself.

I'll go now.

I have what I came for.

Sight of a coward who wounded the puma

and would not kill it.

Señora...

The cat was attacking our herd.

We... We had to try and stop it.

You need not worry, Mr. Favor.

Now that it is wounded,

the animal will no longer follow your herd.

It has closer and easier prey.

What did you mean?

I have two other children.

Younger.

Less able to run from the wounded puma.

But you need not concern yourself.

You and the herd will move on.

You will be safe.

Wounding the puma

was an easy way for you.

The animal will no longer be able

to follow your herd,

and you do not have the time

to make sure it is dead.

I didn't mean to wound it. I-I tried to kill it.

For that...

maybe someone above me will forgive you.

But not I.

You still lettin' that puma pull at you, boss?

Mm? No.

Boss, you gotta quit thinkin' about this thing.

I know you're worried about that family,

and the kid gettin' all torn up and all.

The most important thing is getting this herd through.

That's what you've always told me, isn't it?

Cat mauled me pretty good.

What chance did a little boy have?

You didn't bring the cat into this area.

Besides, you... You tried to kill it.

It come darn close to killing you.

It did kill the boy.

Yeah.

Well, there's nothin' we can do about that now.

Maybe.

There's something I can try to do about it though.

You're in charge of the herd.

I'll be gone couple, three days.

Maybe more.

Back there alone?

You takin' any of the hands with you, Mr. Favor?

No reason why ya should.

Ain't any of 'em mountain men.

Mr. Wishbone says if Mr. Favor's got one ounce of brain,

he wouldn't go off huntin' a mountain lion

without a mountain man to help him track it down.

Mushy, you got a worse tongue than a drunken drover,

which you'll never be.

Drover, that is.

So, uh, that's what Mr. Wishbone says, huh?

Well, maybe he said somethin'...

I mean, maybe I said somethin' like...

I'm sure you did.

Mushy,

you can tell Mr. Wishbone that, uh,

Mr. Favor's got one ounce of brains left, anyway.

You sure you wanna visit Miss Colinas, boss?

Whatever she knows about the puma's habits would help.

You ain't foolin' me.

Come on, let's go see

if the other kids are all right.

What do you want here?

We're going after the puma.

You want the Señora's blessing?

I wanna learn whatever I can from her,

or from you, that will help us find the cat.

Perhaps it heals now, and you can wound it again?

Well, what we don't want's any mouth from you, old man.

Your beard is gray from extreme youthfulness?

Now, you never mind my beard.

Wishbone.

Mrs. Colinas.

Why did you come here?

Do you not have your cattle to look after?

I have to ask some questions.

That's why I came.

Answering them won't be easy for you, I know, but...

I must ask them.

What are you going to ask?

How did my boy die?

Did he speak to me before he died?

No, he did not.

When they brought him to me he could no longer speak.

Who brought him to you?

Where did they find him?

I found him.

A little way off the arroyo.

As far as you can throw a stone.

We'll stay until we find the puma and kill it.

Will that bring Fernando back to life?

No.

If I were a man, I would kill you.

Would that bring Fernando back to life?

I need to know where the puma hunts.

It is almost night.

We'll start in the morning.

I am not a man, and I am Spanish.

You are on my land,

and I must ask you into my house.

You've asked. No, thank you. We'll camp out.

Mr. Favor.

Must you shame me?

We'll be glad to stay the night, Mrs. Colinas.

Time for bed, niños.

How tall are you?

6'4".

That's pretty tall.

Fair.

When I grow up, will I be as tall as you?

Now, let's see.

Mm. You very well might be.

You are good with children.

Well, I've got two of my own.

Little girls. Just about their age too.

They travel with you and the herd?

Oh, no, they're back east.

With your wife?

No.

If you, uh, were on a trail drive

you'd be skinned alive

for taking so long to obey orders.

Your mother ordered you to bed.

Vamos.

Is Mr. Favor handsome, mama?

Carlotta!

Oh. I shouldn't have said that

till we were outside.

What are you grinnin' at?

Who's grinnin'?

Hey, what kind of huntin'

have you got on your mind?

I can't sleep, mama.

And why can't you sleep?

Where's Pablo?

Pablo? Pablo.

Ah.

Tomas.

Your friend is asleep.

Wishbone, he could sleep on the back of a rearing horse

in the middle of a prairie fire.

He seems very...

earthy and loyal.

You are fond of him?

He's opinionated, stubborn,

sometimes even pretty stupid.

But you're right.

I'm fond of him.

You've been alone a long time, haven't you?

No.

I've had the children and Pedrillo, their grandfather.

Isn't that being alone?

My husband died four years ago.

That's a long time.

What of the mother of your little girls?

She's been gone a little longer than four years.

Do you not think about her?

Do you not feel a little lonely yourself?

A trail boss doesn't have much time

to think about being lonely.

But there must be times when...

even a man in charge of a herd would...

Here. Let me take that.

That bandage should be changed.

Yes, it should.

Where have you been the last week, señor?

I got a ranch to run, youngster.

You are never here when you're needed.

You treat me polite, Pedrillo.

If ya don't, when the Señora marries me,

I'll fire ya.

What do you mean, when I'm needed?

When was I needed?

It was the puma.

What puma?

What happened?

A wounded puma that someone failed to kill.

Anything happen to Margarita?

Fernando.

It killed Fernando.

Fernando?

He was going to be my oldest.

I'd give everything I own to get my hands on the man

wounded that puma.

It was a trail boss of the herd that went through.

Herds move slow.

Come on, Flint, we'll catch up with him.

That will not be necessary.

I wanna meet that herd boss.

He is not with his herd.

Well, where is he?

Hello, Margarita.

Ben.

I'm looking for a trail boss.

Maybe you?

Maybe me.

My name's Ben Teagle.

You and me are goin' outside.

I'm gonna kill you.

Ben, no.

Better make sure the kids are asleep.

I came here to kill a puma, Mr. Teagle.

That's all I came here for.

That ain't gonna do ya no good.

Don't raise that gun no higher, mister.

The strain might kill ya.

Puma's mighty close.

Yeah. Thanks to you.

You ain't put that gun away yet, mister.

Tomas is outside.

His dog ran away. He's looking for it.

You take the front. I'll take the back.

You cover the back.

Tomas.

Tomas.

Tomas, where are you?

Here, on the rock.

On the rock.

Go around that way.

It's in the bushes.

There.

Please. It hurt my dog.

His name is Pablo.

Tomas.

Tomas, when I throw this rock, if the puma comes after me,

you climb down and run home, you understand?

Yes, I do.

It's all right, Tomas.

You can come on down now.

Say, now, that was real smart of you

to climb up on the rocks here.

Where's Pablo?

Mr. Favor.

Tomas,

I'll get you another dog.

I promise.

He is asleep.

Thank you for what you did.

I was terribly unfair to you.

No need to apologize.

You could've gone on with the herd,

forgotten about what happened here.

Mm, no.

That is why I apologized.

It's time we got started.

Pick up the trail where we found it last night.

Mr. Favor.

I'm goin' with you.

Why?

I know the country hereabouts better than you do.

We're both after the same thing, ain't we?

The cat?

Too many men will make the animal take to hidin'.

Three too many?

No.

Mr. Favor.

You will return?

When the puma's dead.

You stay here, keep an eye on the children.

Yes, sir.

It's none of my business, Mr. Teagle...

Go on, make it your business.

Well, there's two of 'em.

Makes the odds just about fair, don't it?

Señor.

The puma is a dangerous animal to hunt.

But there is one animal even more dangerous.

Hm? What's that?

The man who hunts with you.

Maybe so.

I tried to warn him, señora.

Sí.

I'd say that's where he's headin'.

The tracks?

Disappeared.

But hills like that's where a mountain cat

would hole up durin' the day.

Teagle?

Man sounds like he knows what he's talkin' about.

Mount up, Wishbone.

Pick up anything?

I just been talkin' to Mr. Favor.

He don't think we're ever gonna find that puma this way.

What does he think?

We need more men.

Well, I don't see none handy.

That's why he wants you to ride back to the ranch.

Get Flint to go over to my place

and come back with a dozen hands.

Yeah, that makes sense.

Where is Mr. Favor?

Gone up ahead. I'll join him.

It's funny he wouldn't come and tell me himself.

He didn't wanna waste any time.

You know him better than me.

It'll be night, time you get back.

We'll have a fire goin'.

Make it easier to find us.

Yeah, that it will.

Well, I hope you don't catch that cat

before I get back.

I'd sure hate to miss bein' in on the kill.

Yeah. That, uh...

That'd be a shame.

Yeah.

Anything up above?

Where's Wishbone?

He thinks the cat headed for higher ground.

He's waitin' till we get through with the ravine.

He's no kid.

Made a good excuse for him

to sit down for a while.

Mr. Favor,

how much of this are you doing for the kids,

and how much for Margarita?

Does it make a difference?

No difference.

Thought I'd ask, that's all.

Mr. Favor.

I can see the whole ravine.

There's nothin' down there.

We'll come on up then.

You know something?

It's not the safest thing in the world

to be riding in front of a man with a drawn gun

and the hammer back.

Hey, uh, hope you don't mind

I didn't follow your orders today, Mr. Favor.

No, no. Not at all.

Why?

Well, the way I saw it,

by the time I got back with all those men you wanted,

that cat could've been clean outta Texas.

Maybe so, maybe so.

What's your opinion, Teagle?

I ain't got one.

All I want is to see that puma dead.

That's all any of us want.

♪ Away high up In the Mogliones ♪

♪ On the mountaintops ♪

♪ A lion picked A yearling's bones ♪

♪ And licked His thankful chops ♪

Not with that yelling going on he didn't.

♪ A lion picked A yearling's bones ♪

It's a good thing ain't any of us yearlings,

right, Mr. Teagle?

Whoa.

Mr. Favor.

Those are cat tracks.

Way he's travelin' looks like he's favorin' a paw.

Well, ain't a man alive can see through rock.

You break it?

No, it ain't broken.

But I sure wish it had listened to me

before it tried what it tried.

You'll have to stay here, then.

No, I can come along.

Just gimme time to cut myself a crutch.

You stay put.

We're not back by night, you build a fire.

You're lucky, old-timer.

You could've broken your neck.

Watch out for that cat.

Animal like that can be sneaky.

Like to get you from behind.

I'll watch out, all right.

Come on, Teagle.

Mr. Favor.

Here they go.

Must have a den up there.

Say, Teagle.

Yeah?

Back there in the ravine...

Yeah?

If Wishbone hadn't have showed up,

would you've pulled the trigger?

I don't know.

You ever shoot a man in the back?

No.

Don't mean I wouldn't.

Well, that's something to know.

Come on.

Must be Goldy's place.

Hm?

You know how legends are, Mr. Favor.

If kids, women, old men talk something up.

After a while everybody half accepts it.

And eventually believes it.

Get to the point, Teagle.

Well, the one who lives in there,

or is supposed to live there, they call him Goldy.

To be alive, he must be over a century.

Hard to believe, ain't it?

Men live to be a hundred.

What's in there you don't want to be in there?

A whole lot, Mr. Favor.

A man who's lived a full century,

isn't that enough?

A man who brought his young bride up here and...

killed her,

because he found gold,

and she wanted to use it.

And he knew if she did he'd lose her to the young man

who wanted to help her spend it.

Some people say I want Margarita for what she owns.

I'm like the old man they say lives in there.

I got gold of my own, in a sense.

I can pay for anything she names.

But she never named you.

Well, that's up to her, ain't it?

Nobody ever paid much attention to old Goldy and his legends,

'cause, uh, up here's the wrong place for gold veins.

The puma tracks are here, anyway.

There he is.

Let's go, Mr. Favor.

I never believed in the stories about old Goldy, anyway.

Let's find out if he's real.

You two strayed from the beaten trail,

she used to be called.

Not exactly. We're huntin' for a puma.

This one's a man-killer.

More power to him.

Seen any sign of him around?

I ain't got no quarrel with pumas.

Got no quarrel with nothin' ain't human.

The cat's in there.

No.

Nobody goes in there.

All we want is the cat, Goldy.

What's in there belongs to me. You understand?

Why do you call me Goldy?

It's stupid to call me Goldy.

You and them other fellers, so many years ago.

There was no gold in there.

She found that out.

Then you won't let us in after the puma?

I'm glad the puma got in there.

He's a friend of mine.

You think I'm so old

I can't defend a friend of mine?

Just knocked out. He'll come around.

Crazy old loon.

You better stay here and keep an eye on him,

I'll go after the cat. We'll both go.

Cat ain't out here.

Deeper in.

I don't like bein' shut in.

I don't like it,

but I'm gonna be the one gets that puma.

Vent shaft?

Yeah.

I thought we were deeper down than that.

Did you hear it hit?

No.

Well, I guess we'll have to try to get across

same way the cat did.

He might've jumped it.

No, not even the cat could get across that.

Well, I'll have a try at it.

You might not get across.

It'd be an accident.

Ain't nobody to say it wasn't.

It'd be an accident.

What makes you so sure?

And, uh, what makes you so sure

that it wouldn't be an accident?

That almost did it.

Yeah.

I got two choices, ain't I?

Watchin' you goin',

comin' back.

All right then, Teagle. This is when you do it.

You love a woman,

you're so afraid you can't have her,

you're ready to kill the first man

who comes along looks at her twice.

All right then, this is when you do it.

I'd fall so far they don't even look for me.

You are ready?

I got a step here, it's all for you.

Here it goes.

You stay there all day, how am I gonna get across?

He's gone as far as he can.

Let me take him.

I'll cover.

Go on, try it again. Try it again.

Wanna find out how deep this shaft is?

Wanna find out how good my aim is?

It's no use in that light.

We gotta wait till darkness.

When it gets dark

you'll need a torch to get across,

and that's all the light I need.

So go on, get on with it. Move.

Then stay there

till you can't stand it any longer.

I got patience.

I can wait longer than you can.

If one of us could make it,

could get a drop on that old loon...

Hey, look, it's clear.

Get back.

Hey. You plannin' on spending the summer down there?

I don't know who this old Methuselah is,

but he sure didn't want you outta there.

Hey, Wishbone, didn't I tell you to stay put down below?

You mighty well did.

Don't you ever listen to anything I say?

Well, aren't you glad I didn't?

Mighty well told I am.

What do we do with him now?

Yeah. We unload him again.

Say, old-timer, you, uh,

look like you could use some clothes.

You don't look you've had a meal in the last ten years either.

When we get down below,

we'll send you up some food and stuff.

Hey.

You send anybody up here, I'll...

I'll blow their brains out.

Next town we hit,

I'm gonna get you the finest dog they got,

and send him on back for you, all right?

Mama, he is handsome.

It was Mr. Teagle who shot the puma though.

Oh, Mr. Favor.

You did return but now...

I'm behind my herd.

Is that so important?

A trail boss is no-good for a woman.

And children.

I've been through that once.

Shouldn't the woman have something to say?

Good luck on your drive, Mr. Favor.

Goodbye.

Gracias.

Go with God,

ancient one.

Don't you worry about me,

child.

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 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! ♪

Hyah!

Hyah!

♪ Rawhide! ♪

Hyah!

Hyah!

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪