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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!

I keep lookin' at 'em.

The herd and the drovers.

Which is more important?

Beeves are worth over $20 a head

when we get to Sedalia, Missouri.

And the drovers?

I can't sell them.

Most of 'em won't be there when we get to Sedalia.

It's a thing you get to thinking of on the drive,

who's worth more:

cattle, or the drovers who get 'em there?

And I'm one of the drovers.

My name's Gil Favor, trail boss.

If I told you once, Mushy,

I told you a thousand times.

A thousand times?

There's two ways to build a fire.

Now, what are they?

The right way and the wrong way.

Hey, Wish, the fire's smoking.

I know it's smokin'.

Well, there's only two ways to build a fire.

You just take care of your scouting,

and leave me to take care of the fires.

All right.

It's still smoking.

I took a look up ahead.

Yeah, what's the trouble?

There ain't none.

The land's as flat as the palm of your hand,

it's well-watered and green.

Stop it, Pete. You're breaking Rowdy's heart.

Well, I don't know.

It just ain't natural, everything going so easy.

Ain't in much of a hurry.

That wagon of theirs must be real delicate.

Or the lady riding on it.

They act like they got a wagonload of eggs.

Oh, we could use some fresh eggs, Mr. Wishbone.

Oh, shut up.

Peel that.

How far is it to Benton's Crossing?

About 30 miles.

But you're traveling in the wrong direction.

We are?

It's south of here. You're traveling east.

We must have guessed wrong at that last turnoff.

Which is the quickest way of getting there?

Pete?

Well, you could backtrack, or, uh...

cut across country.

Save yourself a few miles.

That'd be pretty rough going.

It'll be getting dark in an hour anyway.

You mind if we camp here tonight?

You might as well.

All right, I'll tell Mr. and Mrs. Parker,

see what they wanna do.

Is, uh, Mrs. Parker not feeling well?

She's fine.

They said we're heading in the wrong direction.

We better camp here tonight.

She looks fine too.

Yeah.

Take it easy, Parker.

All right, all right.

Oh, Rowdy? Yeah.

Why don't you, uh, go on over

and invite 'em to have supper with us?

Yeah. I sure will.

Uh, Rowdy?

Hm? All of them.

Oh, Mr. Parker?

Yes?

Uh, our boss says he'd like to have you

join us for supper, if you feel like it.

Well, I don't think, uh...

Of course we will.

That'd be fine, ma'am.

Oh, uh...

is there anything wrong with this wagon here?

We'll help you fix it if there is.

Uh, thank you.

Everything's fine with the wagon.

Do you have a good cook?

Oh, Wishbone?

Well, hm.

None of us have starved to death,

if that's what you mean.

Where can I water them?

Well, the stream's right down there.

My name's Favor. Oh.

Matt Holden, Mr. Favor.

Mr. Holden.

You been doin' any thinkin'

about what they might have in that wagon?

That ain't none of our business.

I hope it stays that way.

Good night, Mush.

I haven't tasted coffee as good as this

since we left the East.

Wishbone'll be glad to hear that.

But don't tell him.

Why not? The stew was delicious.

He's hard enough

to live with as it is.

More coffee, Mr. Parker?

More stew, Mrs. Parker?

No, thank you, Wishbone, but it was very good.

It's a pleasure to meet people

who appreciate the finer things of life.

Did you, uh,

come out here all the way in that wagon?

Hardly.

We came to the Gulf by boat.

By boat?

That must have been a lot more comfortable

than riding in that wagon, huh?

Oh, I don't really mind.

It's sort of exciting.

The rate you're traveling, it's gonna take you

quite a while to get anywhere.

Oh, we're not in a hurry to get anywhere.

Get away from there.

Well, I was just...

I said get away from the wagon.

Put the gun away, Holden.

Not until he... Put it away.

Please, Matt.

Quince?

I think you finished eating, Mr. and Mrs. Parker?

Holden?

Look, w-we don't want you to think...

What?

Well...

James, they're all curious.

We can't really blame them, can we?

I suppose not.

Matt.

Why not show our friends what we're carrying.

It's all right.

They're good people.

That, gentlemen, is a bottle of champagne.

Put it back, Holden.

We're carrying two dozen cases, Mr. Favor.

That may explain our extreme caution

with the wagon.

Champagne bruises so easily.

We imported the wine from France.

Each bottle is almost worth its weight in gold.

So you can understand our reluctance

to discuss our cargo.

Sure.

Well, I think we'd better turn in.

Good night.

I suppose you gentlemen are disappointed

we didn't turn out to be bank robbers.

Nobody said you were.

No.

But plenty of you must have thought so.

Good night.

Hey, Wishbone.

Tell me something.

Just what is this champagne?

Your ignorance astonishes me, Quince.

Well, all right, but...

what's champagne? Well...

Well, it's wine, that's what it is!

Wine?

Well, why don't they call it wine?

Well, becau...

Because it's champagne!

Now what is it that you want?

I just wanted to ask you: What's champagne?

What makes Mr. Wishbone so mean?

I don't know. Maybe he just don't like champagne.

Hey, uh...

have you ever tasted the stuff?

I never even heard of it!

Sure must be mighty fine-tasting!

Them totin' it around in the careful way they are.

You, uh...

You think they, um, might miss one little bottle?

After all, they, um, kinda owe it to us.

Did feed 'em supper, didn't we?

We sure did.

Mushy.

Huh?

Better get Wishbone.

Ah, he'll kill me.

I'll help him if you don't hurry up. Now get on.

Get.

Mr. Wishbone?

Quince and I got a bottle of champagne,

want you to open it.

Have you gone out of your mind?

Not that you had very far to go.

But, Mr. Wishbone,

is there anybody else in this whole camp

knows anything about champagne?

Uh... Course not.

Well?

All right.

Stealin' a bottle of champagne!

You ought to be ashamed of yourself.

Oh, it ain't exactly stolen.

We... sort of borrowed it.

I heard likelier stories from born horse thieves.

Uh... wouldn't you kind of like a drink of the stuff?

Well, yeah...

to be sure it's really the imported kind.

All right.

Let's see you get the cork out.

Darn thing's all fenced in.

That's to keep the cork from poppin'.

Go ahead, Mushy. You can have the first taste.

Well?

It's real good, only it tastes terrible.

Here, let me try that.

Darn stuff would break a man of the habit of drinkin'!

Well..

You two just ain't got the taste for champagne.

That ain't champagne!

That's bottled fire!

Don't throw it!

Get to the herd!

Watch out.

Turn 'em!

Turn 'em in!

Quince?

Was I... killed?

You ain't got nothin' but a scratch.

That's mighty powerful champagne!

What kind of grapes them French using these days?

Why didn't you leave the stuff alone?

That don't matter now. It matters to us.

No harm was done, Matt.

These jugheads.

They could have blown up the whole wagon!

You mean you got a whole wagonload of that stuff?!

That's our concern.

Not when you bring it into our camp, it ain...

You could have something else to worry about.

What did you have in those bottles?

Champagne.

I can find out for myself.

James, perhaps we'd better...

All right.

Nitroglycerin.

What's nitro... glycerin?

High explosive.

About a hundred times more powerful than gunpowder.

Now we all know.

Quince?

Yeah?

Pete's with the herd.

Ride out and tell him to move the beeves north.

No stopping, not even for meals.

Keep moving until Rowdy and I catch up.

How long do you figure?

Twenty-four hours.

We'll stay here

and make sure the wagon don't follow.

Wishbone, break camp.

Come on, Mushy.

Mushy!

I saw some of that stuff.

Well, that don't matter.

Come on. Oh, don't do that.

What's the matter? You afraid you're gonna explode?

You might as well start breathin'.

Supposin' the air sets the stuff off?

Well, we're gonna find out sooner or later anyway.

Come on.

Well, if nobody minds, I think I'll get back to bed.

You have any idea how dangerous

the transportin' of nitroglycerin can be?

Do you?

I learned a bit about it in the Army.

A lot of men have been killed handling that stuff.

All it needs is a jolt.

Sometimes not even that much.

Even too much heat can set that stuff off.

And aren't you worried about staying around

a wagonload of it?

There's a federal law against

the illegal possession of explosives.

What makes you think our possession is illegal?

Cartin' it around like you are,

in those champagne bottles.

And in the first place, the Army's the only one

allowed to transport nitroglycerin.

You got any idea what the penalty is

for doing what you're doing?

Why not tell us?

Death, by hanging.

You know enough about law to be a marshal, Mr. Favor.

Well, I'm satisfied being a trail boss.

Then you have no intention of heroically escorting us

to the nearest town?

I just wanna see my herd gets a good safe distance ahead

before you start moving that wagon.

There's 30 miles of rough country

between here and Benton's Crossing.

What do you figure your odds are of making it?

I think the odds are just fine.

Susan, they're only waiting

till the herd gets clear.

They can identify us, James.

They can ride into town and notify the law.

We travel too slowly to risk that.

Matt, get this man's gun.

Mr. Favor!

Drop it!

All right, over there with him.

The wrong one's wearing the pants

in the Parker family.

It's the nitro that bothers me.

Not the pants.

It's light enough to move now.

Get him in the wagon.

We can put Mr. Parker in the wagon.

You ain't gonna be

too comfortable in there.

If the nitro were to go,

I'd be the first, wouldn't I?

But you wouldn't be far behind.

That's a little happy thought.

There's 30 miles to Benton's Crossing.

Matt and I are going to be on the wagon.

You two are going to walk ahead,

to make sure the ground's smooth enough.

You won't be far enough ahead, though,

if anything happens to the nitro.

Not far enough ahead to be safe.

That's gonna take a lot of time.

We've got time.

What happens when we get to Benton's Crossing?

Someone's waiting.

With a barge.

I don't know what happens to you

when we get there.

Get the horses.

Why would anyone steal a wagonload

of trouble like that, anyway?

Parker said a bottle of champagne's

worth its weight in gold.

I don't know about the champagne,

but in mining country,

that nitro would be worth a lot more than that.

One more like that...

You trying to get us killed?

Hey, that's not a bad idea.

One of you, we need.

The other, we can get rid of right now.

Let him talk. He's scared.

Scared enough to shoot.

Now you watch for rocks on the road,

you hear? We hear.

Don't push them too hard, Matt.

Start to worrying about their health?

We need them.

If he hadn't got himself shot...

Yeah.

You think he's gonna last

till we get the nitro loaded?

He'll last.

But not after, huh?

All right. Get going, drovers.

These are too big to dig out.

Well, it looks like this is the end of the trip.

This trip ain't gonna end

till we get to Benton's Crossing,

not before.

You gonna try to drive the wagon over this?

No.

We're gonna pull it over.

We'll have to unload this stuff

before we take the wagon over the rock.

We can't do that.

We can't put it out in the hot sun.

Your nitroglycerin.

And your life.

All right.

Unhitch those horses.

Get down, Susan.

What about Parker?

He's a sick man.

Too sick to haul a wagon around.

You leavin' him in the wagon?

He'll be just as safe as the rest of us.

Susan, get the horses.

Take 'em off the road.

I'll take them.

Ain't there some other way

you could have gotten what you wanted outta life?

You know, you're a pretty woman.

You could have gotten it

without getting caught up in all this.

How would you know what I want?

Money, ain't it?

That's a part of it.

A small part.

Now we're gonna pull the wagon over them boulders.

Horses lose their footing too easy.

Get too skittish.

I hope you ain't.

You're talkin' a lot.

Yeah.

I'm sweatin' a lot too,

but it don't mean a thing.

Except you're scared.

Sure, I'm scared.

I mean, you're not?

Yup.

Ah, let's get it over with.

All right?

Let's haul it!

All right, hold it!

Hold it, and come around and get the brake.

All right, now, let it down easy.

More!

Eeeasy!

Well, that wasn't too bad.

We still got the second wheel to get over it.

It'll come just as easy.

I don't get it.

Stealin' a load of nitroglycerin,

switching it to champagne bottles,

cartin' it all over the country...

Sure doesn't seem the way a man like you

would do things.

And how do you figure I'd do things?

Hit fast, get away fast.

Stagecoaches, banks.

You're right.

You get the money that way.

Not the other things.

What other things?

All right, we've got another wheel to get over.

That's right.

And talking ain't gonna get it done.

All right!

All right, hold on!

Hold on!

I don't hear no champagne corks poppin'.

That was bad.

Real bad.

Could have been worse.

Bring the horses, Susan.

You wanna know somethin'?

We'd have never made it if we hadn't taken you along.

You're right.

Should have stopped down below, in the shade.

First you say we can't travel by night.

Now you say we can't travel by day.

Look, I ain't worried about us.

It's that nitro.

Heat can make it blow just as sure as bumpin' it.

How much heat?

I don't know.

And I don't wanna find out.

Susan?

Water, please.

There isn't much.

I want water.

Matt?

There ain't much.

He's got the fever.

I ain't interested in his thirst.

Drink as little as you can.

There isn't much.

There's plenty of...

champagne to drink.

Yellow... oily... champagne,

that can blossom into bright red flowers.

I...

I prefer water.

I've always preferred water.

But you...

You were always the champagne type,

weren't you?

I was an engineer.

I was trusted.

What am I now?

A thief.

A fugitive.

A sick man riding a wagon bound for nowhere.

Your bandage needs changing.

And my life needs changing.

But I don't have to worry about that.

You and Holden will take care of that,

won't you?

You'd better rest.

Boss?

Huh?

When do you wanna make a try?

I don't know.

Right now we couldn't get over 20 feet

without being shot.

I'm willin' to take the chance.

Yeah, but that ain't no chance.

No.

Whoa.

If it's hot enough to pop a bottle,

that nitro must be ready to boil.

Look.

See those green bushes down there.

Maybe there's water there.

James!

Would water help?

Might.

Wet blankets over the bottles.

Come back here.

Open the flap.

Th... This isn't nitroglycerin!

That's right.

Get the blankets outta there.

Give me a hand with it.

Now.

There's a stream down there.

You and me are gonna take the blankets,

soak 'em and spread 'em over the nitro.

What for?

When it's hot enough to pop champagne,

it's hot enough to boil nitro.

Now pick up them blankets.

Hurry up.

I guess maybe he was pretty thirsty.

Maybe.

James, can you walk?

Not well enough.

Not fast enough.

I could carry him.

How far would we get?

That nitroglycerin in there should explode,

it'll take this whole mountain with it.

We'll wait.

Parker,

how much time we got?

Why ask me?

You're the only one who would know.

Nobody knows much about nitroglycerin.

Even the engineers who use it.

What was it gonna be used for?

Military construction.

James!

What difference does it make?

He knows we've stolen it.

What are you doing?

Might as well give 'em a chance.

We can always pick 'em up later.

Say, how come you got champagne

in with the nitro?

If the military patrol or a sheriff got curious,

we'd pour them a glass of champagne.

There are two bottles in each case of nitro.

How do you tell which is which?

There are three rows of four bottles in each case.

The two middle bottles in the middle row

are the champagne bottles.

Hyah!

Hyah!

Wonder what champagne tastes like.

Eh, these blankets don't work,

you're never gonna find out.

You ever drunk any?

Yeah.

Was it...? How'd you like it?

Oh, I liked it fine at the time.

Right now I'm sorry they ever invented it.

Yeah.

It's up to the blankets now.

Evaporation, my friend.

That's what does it.

It'll work.

We're all right for now.

Maybe.

You feeling better?

Much better.

Get Holden!

Get Holden!

I had myself a little private explosion.

Holden's taken off.

Well, we got the artillery, though, huh?

What do you think you've done?

I've started my wound bleeding again.

Storm comin' in.

Yeah.

I don't like the idea of leaving you here alone.

There's only one horse.

The storm's comin' in fast.

You better get movin'.

How's Parker?

All right. The bleeding stopped.

You know, if that lightning hits anywhere near this wagon...

Just get to the herd, bring back a half a dozen men.

If Holden gets here first, you're gonna be a sittin' duck.

Move out!

All right.

I'm glad you stayed.

I'm afraid of thunder.

I didn't think there was anything could frighten you.

Ever since I was a little girl,

I've been afraid.

Thunder won't hurt you.

I know.

I know it's just the sound of the clouds bumping.

It's the lightning that's really dangerous,

I know, but...

I'm afraid.

Whenever it stormed, I always used to run

to my father.

Never my mother.

Women are no good. They're weak.

I used to run to him, and he'd hold me.

He was strong too.

You should never have married me, Susan.

If I ever get outta this, I'm going back East

and give myself up to the authorities.

And let them put you in a cage?

Perhaps I belong in a cage.

He wouldn't have you.

I wouldn't want him.

He's tame.

Like you.

Holden's all you can expect.

For what he's worth.

Don't you know Holden's going to get here with help

a lot faster than your man?

Help from where?

Benton's Crossing.

That's nothing but a river crossing.

A barge is there.

With a gunman.

Holden will bring him back.

Two gunmen.

How nice for you.

That's the way it was planned from the beginning.

We're going to load the nitroglycerin on the barge

and float it downriver...

It'll be safe that way.

And sell it.

I'll be rich and free.

Free from your husband, maybe.

You ain't never gonna be free from Holden.

What makes you think I wanna be?

Holden will own you in a way your husband never has.

James is an engineer.

He was satisfied to remain one for the rest of his life.

I wanted more.

It was my idea that we steal the shipment

that James was suppose to deliver

to the Army at Ft. Greene.

You're proud of it.

Of course I am.

Money's only the beginning.

I want power and position.

Holden's a pretty big price to pay for it.

Besides, all he wants is the money.

You don't know that.

We both saw him stay as clear as he could

from the wagon when it looked like

it was gonna blow up from the heat.

I'm not marrying Holden.

Your husband's a better man.

Why don't you run while you still can?

I've been wonderin' that myself.

How good are you at dying?

That I never tried.

You better do something...

or you're going to get your chance.

Drop the rifle, Mr. Favor.

I can get off a shot as quick as you can.

Besides...

if you miss,

you'll blow up the whole countryside.

You're forgettin' about me.

What are we gonna do with 'em?

What do you think we're gonna do with 'em?

If you kill him, you'll have to kill me too.

That's a thought.

Susan.

All right, move away from there.

You want the lady to miss all the fun?

It's the nitro I'm worried about.

Bullet might go clear through him into that wagon.

Let's go, mister.

What are you trying to do, Mr. Favor?

Make us think that's a bottle of nitro you're holdin'?

Ain't champagne.

You're sure?

I didn't get it out of the center of the case.

Be careful, mister!

Why?

You wanna get us all blown up?

All right, then drop your gun.

You do, means jail.

Maybe hangin'.

Well, maybe. But not tonight.

Tonight I... I don't feel like

getting splattered all over this mountain.

All right.

Holden?

What are you waitin' for?

Me to drop it by accident?

I don't know how much longer I can keep this up.

All right.

All right.

Kick the guns over here.

The rifle? You're bluffing.

Am I?

That's champagne.

You wouldn't dare handle nitro like that!

If you don't give me that rifle,

I'll drop this, and, uh...

we may never know.

Give me that bottle!

The rifle.

Take it.

Your bluff worked, didn't it?

And I didn't have the nerve to call it!

Had some visitors.

Holden picked 'em up.

We saw the explosion.

Figured you'd opened up another bottle.

Yeah, that champagne is pretty heady stuff.

Say, you didn't have time to get back to the herd.

Well, I didn't have to.

Our horses caught up to the herd.

Pete and the others figured something was wrong.

I ran into 'em a few miles outta here.

Pete, next time I tell you to stay with the herd,

stay with it.

Yes, sir.

This time, though, I must say,

it's pretty good to see you.

Now get to Ft. Greene.

Have the Army come back

and pick up this little package.

Get movin'!

Hey, uh, I kinda sneaked this away

when the marshal wasn't lookin', but...

I just don't like the stuff.

You two wanna finish it up?

Oh, shut up!

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 ♪

♪ 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' ♪