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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!

The cowhand's hat is the first thing he puts on

when he gets up,

and the last thing he takes off when he beds down.

In summer, the wide brim shades his eyes from the sun.

In winter, he pulls the brim down,

ties it over his ears to avoid frostbite.

He uses the crown as a bucket,

and the brim as a drinkin' cup.

That's why a cowhand will get the best hat he can.

'Cause it's got to serve a dozen purposes

its maker never dreamed of.

The same thing goes for the men wearin' the hats.

I know. I'm Gil Favor.

Trail boss.

I rode both ways for about five miles.

What did you find?

Nothing but hills, and no way around 'em.

This, uh, is the shortcut?

The one you said would lop off three days.

Well, we did save about two days, until...

Uh-huh.

Well, those hills would be fine for mountain goats.

The only trouble is...

We're not herdin' goats.

You heard that, huh?

Any towns near here?

The trail map says Mesa's

about two hours ride down the flat.

It'll graze the herd.

Keep looking for a way through though.

I'll ask around in Mesa.

Whoa. Whoa.

What're we gonna do now?

Must be a livery stable in town.

Yeah, and a sheriff.

I'm thinking of Sam Burton.

Anybody remember him?

It's been about ten years.

Maybe he won't remember us.

Well, maybe he won't want to, but he will.

His spread ain't more than a mile down the road.

I heard you ride up.

You're welcome to...

Maury was afraid you mightn't remember us.

I remember you, Gaff.

Is your wife with you, and the boy?

They're here.

Boy'd be about, uh, 16 now, wouldn't he?

That's right.

Where is he?

Boy's in Mesa with his mother.

They're shopping.

I ain't got no money, Gaff.

I get along, that's just about all.

Oh, we don't want any money, Sam.

That's what we want.

I only got one saddle horse.

One's all we need.

Maury.

Why'd you come here?

Maury's horse is lame.

Lame horse can't keep up with a stagecoach, can it, Sam?

But that's not what you wanted to know, is it?

I'm sorry to hear you're not doing too well, Sam.

I'm satisfied.

You could do a lot better.

A lot better, Sam.

Twice a week, that San Antone stagecoach comes through Mesa.

It don't carry nothing but passengers.

True, but what do the passengers carry?

Horse is ready.

Sam isn't.

You got my horse.

Now, why don't you get outta here?

Sam.

When we rode in here

and let you take a look at us,

that minute,

you're either gonna join up with us,

or die.

I can't do you no good.

Of course you can, Sam.

You always thought fast when things got rough.

Your house would make a nice safe place to hole up,

after we got what we' re after.

No.

No, my kid don't know what I used to be.

Ah, don't get excited, Sam.

Maury's a little emotional.

He didn't really mean what he said.

Did you, Maury?

No.

I'm very fond of you, Sam.

You were an honest outlaw back in the old days.

I could trust you.

And somehow I...

I feel that I can trust you now.

Don't worry.

I won't tell anyone about you.

No, Sam, you won't.

The barn.

It won't do any good.

Sam!

Who was he?

My father.

He was already dead when I got here.

Somebody else, they came from behind me.

You better look after her.

You gonna shoot us too?

Ma'am.

Murderer.

It's a story, Mr. Favor,

but not a good one.

What would you have me do?

Improve on the truth to make a better story?

You ain't believing him, are ya, Mr. Wilson?

I'm holding him for trial, son.

He ought to hang.

That's for a jury to decide.

He didn't wait for a jury before killing Pa.

You better take your mother home, boy.

We're going home, Ma.

Yes.

Home.

Look, sheriff, I'm... I'm just a workin' trail boss.

I've got a herd blocked up in the hills,

two hours ride north of here.

I, uh, believe it.

You'd be a fool to lie about anything

as easy to check on as that.

'Course.

The only reason I came into Mesa

was to see if there was another pass through the hills.

That's one reason.

Sam Burton could be another.

Well, no.

If I really killed him,

would I be bringing his family into town?

I don't know.

I ain't paid to know.

Well, you might try finding out.

Jury will.

When?

Well, soon as the circuit court judge gets here.

How soon will that be?

He's holding court up in Anaconda right now.

That's the county seat.

All right. How soon will he be here?

Well, could be a week, maybe a month.

Month? I'd lose the herd.

You'll lose a mighty sight more than that

if the jury finds you guilty.

But you won't find it so bad.

Look, sheriff.

Now, you believe I'm a trail boss.

Why don't you at least try believing

that maybe I didn't kill Burton?

Two witnesses, for one thing.

For another...

Ten years ago, Sam Burton was an outlaw.

Only his wife and me know that.

Nobody else, not even his son.

What's that got to do with me?

You're a trail boss now.

Can you prove to me what you were ten years ago,

and where?

Sure, given time.

You're gonna have the time.

Look, could you at least notify my men?

You say it's a two hours ride north?

Sure.

I'll send a man in the morning.

Rowdy. Huh?

What's the matter?

You got a face as long

as a brood mare's tail.

Well, Mr. Favor's been gone all night.

He should've found what he was after

and come back by now.

Well, yeah, but...

Look, Rowdy, Mesa's a town, ain't it?

Yeah.

And a town's full of people, ain't it?

Yeah, yeah.

Well, taking one thing with another,

it kinda stands to reason half of them people'd be women.

Yeah.

Then quit worrying.

Hey, Rowdy.

Found a way through the hills.

Oh, yeah?

Well, what's the matter with you?

Well, Mr. Favor ain't back yet.

Well, he can just catch up with us.

Let's get that herd moving.

We're not gonna move out till he gets back.

Look, Rowdy. Mr. Favor's a...

Well, I mean, Mesa's a town...

I know. Mesa's a town, and it's got people in it,

and half of 'em are women.

What'd I say wrong?

Well, nothing, only you said it twice,

except the first time I said it.

Mr. Wishbone, look out there.

Morning.

Morning.

Morning.

Dan Dooley's the name.

Don't ever sleep in a livery stable

if you can help it.

Yeah, we'll make a real effort.

A feller named, uh, Rowdy Yates around?

Yeah, that's me.

Your boss is in jail.

For what?

Murder.

Murder?

Mr. Favor's in jail.

What for? Murder.

Where do you think you're going?

Mesa.

I said I'm going in there alone.

Yep. You did.

You men are gonna stay with the herd.

Understand?

Benton's staying with the herd.

I didn't put Benton in charge.

Maybe you better tell him.

You men are fired. All of you.

Rowdy, you can't keep us out here.

Mr. Favor in jail, charged with murder.

I said you're fired.

Well, ain't no use hangin' around a place

where we ain't being paid to hang around.

Let's go to town.

Careful with that rifle. It might go off.

It sure will if you try anything.

I wanna talk to one of your passengers.

Ride after us till we get to Mesa.

I'll talk to that passenger here.

Sorry, mister.

Everybody out.

Maury, take a look inside.

The driver's bleeding a little bit, but...

Where's the priest?

Nobody inside.

He's got to be.

I'm not a priest.

I can prove it.

Well, I wouldn't doubt it, ma'am.

Why, y-you watch your language.

You.

I-I'm a clerk at the Anaconda Hotel.

I've been a clerk all my life, ever since I've been...

I can vouch for Mr. Hooper.

He's already booked me a room.

And what are you?

The name is Owens.

As for what I am,

well, I'm generally a bit shy about it.

But as things are...

You mind if I get something out of it?

Go ahead.

Fifty-two pieces of paper.

Fascinating pieces, though.

Put 'em away.

Eddie, go get your horse, and Maury's.

You find anything up there?

Nothing.

Owens.

Remind me, the next time we meet,

not to engage you in a friendly game of cards.

I don't play a friendly game of cards.

Now, listen here, sheriff.

Now, we don't plan on goin' up against the law.

We don't plan on tearing down this place,

rock by rock.

But we will, if you don't let Mr. Favor go.

Understand?

Sir.

Whoa.

Howdy.

Hi, boss. Hi, boys.

I thought I left you in charge of the herd.

Well, Benton's in charge.

But I didn't leave Benton in charge.

Why aren't you all with the herd?

We been fired.

Fired?

By who?

Rowdy.

Well, uh, I told 'em I was coming in here alone,

and they wouldn't listen to me.

So I fired 'em all.

Well, you ain't never gonna get to be trail boss

unless you, uh, learn how to fire a man so he stays fired.

Get on back to the drive.

I'll catch up.

We're not gonna let you sit in this jail,

just because some small-town sheriff

made a mistake.

Oh, now. He didn't make no mistake.

Well, you didn't kill anybody.

Did ya?

No, of course I didn't kill nobody.

But there's evidence. Two witnesses.

Sheriff!

Stagecoach has been held up.

Joe Wendell's wounded pretty good.

Let me know what you decide to do

about tearing down the jail.

Are you hurt bad? You all right?

Well?

Well, there were these ten men, see?

Three.

And... And they were hollering,

and they were shooting.

One shot was fired.

They were threatening to rob us, and murder us,

and... And worse.

All they were looking for was a priest.

Did they take anything?

We, uh... We scared 'em off.

They searched the luggage and took nothing.

Sheriff.

How you feel, Joe?

Not too bad.

Recognize any of the men?

Recognized one of the horses.

A sorrel with a spot on his head,

and a strip on its nose.

That sounds like... It was.

Sam Burton's.

I don't know whether that's good for you or bad.

We got better than a half a hundred horses in our remuda.

I sure wouldn't need to steal one.

I, uh...

I think you and me had best ride out to Burton ranch.

Now that they've had the chance to cool off a bit,

maybe Mrs. Burton and the boy

will remember more than they said.

I sure hope so.

How are you, Dan?

All right, Father Owens.

I'm in a bit of a hurry.

The wagon's all loaded and ready.

Oh, my, you are in an almighty hurry.

Is that blasphemy, Father?

I think it'll get by, and I am in a hurry.

Well, then I won't be keeping ya.

Except, how safe are you going to be,

transporting the buildin' equipment,

and the stained glass for the church,

and all that money to build it, all the way to Anaconda?

And... And don't try telling me the Lord will look after you.

I hope he will, and I'm trying to make it

a little easier for him.

Goodbye, Dan.

Goodbye, Father Owens.

There you are.

There you are.

Off you go, Father.

That's the horse we found in the barn when we got back.

It's lame.

Explains why the outlaws stopped here.

Yeah.

His friends.

We don't know that, son.

Well, they took Pa's horse,

and left him behind so Pa wouldn't follow 'em.

The man's a trail boss, Hal.

The man's a murderer.

Mrs. Burton, the holding up of the stagecoach,

and the swapping of the horses,

creates considerable doubt as to Mr. Favor's guilt.

Not in my mind.

Now, he's got a herd

of 3,000 head he's taking north.

I wouldn't feel right holding him in Mesa for a month.

You mean you're gonna let him go?

We're following the herd along toward Anaconda,

where he can get a hearing before Circuit Judge Evans.

Everybody's worrying about him.

Nobody's rememberin' Pa.

You wanna see a man hanged

even if he ain't the one who killed your father?

He is.

Mrs. Burton.

You'll have to go along with us.

Unless you wanna drop the charges against him.

No.

We can go in my wagon, Mrs. Burton.

I'll send Dooley out to take over the ranch.

Well, nothing seems to matter much anymore.

We'll do as you say, sheriff.

There's a gully up ahead.

It's kinda deep, though.

I figure if we go down to where it widens out,

we'll lose a couple hours.

I'll take a look at it.

Mr. Favor.

I can't let you outta my sight.

Well, come on with me, then.

In a buggy?

Sheriff, I'm going to Anaconda with ya.

Fortunately, the herd's goin' in the same direction.

So, uh, while I'm still with it, I'm trail boss.

I got my job to do.

So have I.

Who's your best hand, Mr. Favor?

Rowdy, here.

Trust him?

When anything happens to me, he takes over.

Take over.

Young man.

Yeah?

The law says that a deputy, or his sheriff,

has to keep an accused man always under guard.

Now, I'm a little long in the tooth and lame in the leg

to go galloping off after longhorns.

That's why I'm gonna deputize you

to watch out for Mr. Favor there.

Deputize me?

Oh, no. No, no.

He's the boss.

He's also got a serious charge hanging over his head,

and somebody has to keep an eye on him at all times.

Nah, sheriff.

You... You better get yourself another boy.

All right, in that case, go get him.

Tell him I'm taking him back to Mesa

to wait for the circuit judge.

No matter how long it takes.

Well.

Heck, I'll make a good deputy, sheriff.

Raise your right hand.

Do you swear to perform the duties and obligations

of a deputy sheriff,

to keep constant watch over the prisoner assigned to you,

and to deliver him to the duly constituted authorities

in Anaconda, so help you God?

Yeah, I... Sure.

Say "I do."

Hm?

Oh, I do. I do.

All right.

Go get him.

Go on.

Mr. Wilson, you...

You just deputized one of his own men.

We've been riding with 25 of his own men.

He'll never get to Anaconda.

If Mr. Favor wants to, Hal,

not only he won't get to Anaconda,

you and I won't either.

Sheriff, witnesses. We're all in his hands.

You did that deliberate.

That's right.

Well, it sounds like you believe he's innocent.

What I believe don't go in a court of law,

but I do believe so.

See how his men respect him?

I also seen him kill my father.

Keep your voice down.

Let her sleep.

Sleeping, she'll forget.

I ain't gonna forget.

Ride back and tell them to slow down the herd.

I don't want 'em bunching up here.

Aw, sure.

Hey, Quince.

I told you to do it.

Well, can't do that, boss.

That was an order.

Yeah, well, as... As a cowhand I'd have to obey that order,

but as a deputy sheriff, can't do it.

Quince,

why don't you ride back,

and tell 'em to slow up the herd, huh?

You're throwing a blond shadow tonight, Mr. Favor.

Mr. Favor, you haven't got but half.

Well, what'll you have tonight, Mr. Deputy?

Stew or stew?

Ah, let's see. Uh, I believe I'll have stew.

Well, that's fine.

Thanks.

Now, you sit here and keep that tin star of yours shiny.

I'm gonna go get something to eat.

Some idiot come along and took mine.

Oh, really?

Say, Wish, you, uh, better make that another one.

Now, I'm just going over to the buggy there

to talk to the boy.

You can stay here and watch me.

All right.

Here, you better have some of this.

Hey, come on.

You can hate me just as good on a full stomach.

Stay away from me.

Now, look, why would I have wanted to kill your father?

You can answer that better than me.

The answer is I didn't.

You're a trail boss.

You got a lot of men workin' for you.

Got a big herd to look after.

You ride a horse good. You do your job.

So why couldn't you let my father alone?

I don't wanna live as long you keep on livin'.

As long as I keep remembering that gun in your hand,

and Pa dead at your feet.

Mr. Favor.

Yes, ma'am.

I heard you talking to Hal.

I don't know what to think.

Sam's dead.

But what I thought I saw, doesn't fit with what I see now.

I called you a murderer.

I can't blame you, Mrs. Burton.

Well, that's not important.

What is...

Mr. Favor, do you know what...?

What Sam was

before we settled at Mesa?

The sheriff told me.

Well, no matter how mad Hal makes you,

you won't tell him about his father?

No, of course not.

He'll get over it.

I'm sure he will.

Well, if it isn't the cardsharp.

Playing solitaire, at that.

I hardly expected to see you again.

Well, our, uh, information was wrong.

The priest wasn't coming by stagecoach.

Stained glass window here, Gaff.

Stealing church supplies?

Your information wasn't wrong.

There was no priest on that stagecoach.

I was on that coach.

Are you a priest?

I am.

Well, now, what do you know?

A lying priest.

Oh, no.

I never denied I was one.

You never asked me.

Well, my name is Gaff.

I'm Father Owens. Happy to know you.

I, uh, got a strongbox, Gaff.

I'm very happy to know you.

Eddie, give Maury a hand.

Aren't you a little too handy with cards, Father?

It amuses the children.

Well, under the circumstances, it amuses me too.

Now that we've caught up with you.

Gaff, this thing's locked.

Naturally.

The key, Father.

I don't have the key with me.

You wouldn't want me to get nasty.

The key's in Anaconda.

Oh, yeah, I almost forgot.

You wouldn't lie.

So the key's in Anaconda.

Shoot the lock off.

Hold it.

Get it on my horse. Quick.

Maury, Eddie, we've got what we want.

I've not mentioned this before, Mr. Favor.

I've had no time to think.

But now, well, I must go on alone.

Why?

Well, those men took the strongbox from my wagon.

But the money they were after wasn't in it.

I still have it.

Well, it seems to me like the best news

we've had all day, Father.

By now, they know.

They'll be back.

So? We've got 25 men against their three.

Do you have 25 murderers?

Father, we've run across their kind before.

We know how to handle 'em.

Well, I could use some sleep.

Yeah.

I think we all could.

Mr. Favor.

A man died today

because of the money I'm carrying.

I keep wondering.

Maybe I should have given them the money.

Well, now, was it yours to give, Father?

Thank you. Good night.

Night.

Say, I'm going to sleep.

Yeah.

Right around that boulder there.

Yeah.

You gonna at least let me sleep in peace?

Yeah.

Thank you.

Well.

That's where the money is.

Surrounded by two or three thousand head of cattle

and a pack of ignorant cowhands.

We going in after it?

Money's a beautiful thing, Eddie.

But dead men don't get any pleasure out of spendin' it.

Gaff.

There's a man that don't like company.

Yeah, a man we could perhaps sell.

Who'd buy?

The priest would.

Force him into a choice

between a man's death and the money.

He'd have no choice.

We got the whole camp awake.

Aw, they're gone.

No use goin' after 'em in the dark.

Pete, if we went right by Anaconda with the herd,

how much time would we lose?

Anaconda's about 12 miles west of trail.

About three days.

Hm.

Now, if we took Father Owens' wagon right now,

and left for Anaconda,

we'd be there by morning.

Well, that's right,

but how about those jaspers

that are after the Father's money?

But they wouldn't know the wagon was gone from the herd

until morning.

How about it, Father?

You game?

Let's go, Mr. Favor.

I'm going with ya.

Won't need you for this, Rowdy.

Well, I sorta took an oath on this,

and, well, you gotta clear yourself.

Besides, you said...

Father, will you tell the Burtons

we'll be leaving right away?

All right.

Quince, you help hitch up the horses.

Pete, you keep 'em moving as fast as you can.

Wait a minute, Boss, do you have to go through with this?

Just do what I tell you.

I'll catch up with you,

sooner or later.

And what am I supposed to do?

Just keep on cookin'

while they're tryin' you for life?

That's right.

All right.

But I'm not guaranteeing the quality of it.

I don't guarantee the hands will ever know the difference.

I'll see you, Wishbone.

Stubborn sure is the word for him.

You know it, Wishbone?

Oh, that remark was entirely uncalled-for, Pete Nolan.

Mr. Favor is a very reasonable man.

Except, of course, when he gets stubborn.

'Fraid this is a little bit too rocky.

Wagon could bust a wheel on 'em.

We'll have to clear 'em out.

Anything wrong?

It's too rocky for the wagon.

We'll have to clear some out.

You can use another pair of hands.

Thank you, Father.

Mr. Favor.

There's something I've got to say to you.

Now.

Before we get to Anaconda.

Yes'm.

I'm not going to testify against you.

Whatever you think is right.

I think testifying against you would be wrong.

You're not a killer, Mr. Favor.

I've seen enough of those.

All those years when Sam was... what he was.

What about your son?

Hal's a good boy.

He'll listen to me once you've gone,

and he doesn't have to remember seeing you and Sam together.

I hope so.

No wonder he's such a good boy.

He's got such a good mother.

Well, that just about does it.

Should we get going?

The boy's gone.

Couldn't have gone far. He was here just a minute ago.

Can't leave without him.

No sign of the boy.

Or his rifle.

I can't understand why he ran away, or where.

He's after you if that's the kid, boss.

Well, now, thank you, son.

We might never found our friends,

if you hadn't have pointed 'em out.

Now, suppose we go join 'em, huh?

I suggest you drop those guns,

if you don't want him to die.

No, madam.

Please stay where you are.

Eddie, let the boy go to his mother.

That's my father's.

It was your father's.

I despise domestic scenes.

Shall we end this one?

Quickly?

Well, Father, we meet a third time.

And a final one.

You will kindly tell me where that money is.

At once.

Well, it's here somewhere.

Maury, go collect their guns.

Now, the rest of you:

I want everything in that wagon

unloaded and opened.

If you force us to do it, we'll have to kill you first.

Stop wasting time.

Get that window out first.

What's the matter? That window too heavy?

You boys are needed.

I intend to have that money, Father.

Now, I realize quite well you would rather die

before you turn over church funds to me.

But would you let others die?

They'll have to kill us all sooner or later, anyway.

Mr. Favor may be right.

But if he's wrong,

do you wanna take that chance?

The money isn't mine.

All right.

Who'll be first, Father?

The boy or his mother?

The boy, then.

All right, Eddie.

No.

Don't tell 'em, Father.

They wouldn't have found you

if I hadn't been shootin' at Mr. Favor.

Sorry, Mr. Favor.

True repentance.

Well, Father?

All right, Eddie.

I'll tell you where the money is.

Well, you restore my faith, Father.

Where is it?

Mr. Favor, I resent you putting your hands on me.

Further, I have no intention of being led to the law

like a sheep to a slaughter pen.

You'll have to kill me yourself.

Either you,

or the good Father there.

Well, I didn't think either of you would.

So if you'll all excuse me...

Wait a minute, Gaff.

Sheriff Wilson deputized me.

I'll kill you.

In cold blood?

Yeah.

All I have to do is remember

that you're the one who killed Burton.

Well, I'll leave you to your memory.

Money's safe now, but where is it?

In the simplest of all places.

The one place cunning men like these

would never think of looking.

Rowdy.

Yeah?

Say, you, uh, were pretty good as a deputy there.

Ah, well.

Heck, I did the best I could.

Now, let's see how good you are as a drover.

You can ride back at drag for the next three days.

Now, butt that saddle.

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' ♪

Hyah!

Hyah!

♪ Rawhide! ♪

Hyah!

Hyah!

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪