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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!

Thank you.

You gonna be all right, ma'am?

Oh, yes.

Yes, of course I will.

Giddyup.

Ma'am.

Who are you?

Pete Nolan, ma'am.

I'm scout for a herd headin' north

on the Sedalia Trail.

I was off over there,

and I saw you get off the stagecoach.

Well, what made you

ride down?

Well, people don't usually

get off the stagecoach out here

in the middle of nowhere.

Especially a woman all by herself.

Well... This isn't the middle of nowhere, and...

And I'm not alone. My...

My husband's going to meet me.

Oh.

His name is Roger Turner.

I'm... I'm Mrs. Turner.

Pleased to meet you, ma'am.

He is going to meet me. I...

I wrote him, and...

He is going to...

Thank you.

Oh, I'm so tired.

Journey was very long, and...

very tiring.

All the way from Philadelphia.

Yes, ma'am, but w...

Why did the stagecoach put you down

way out here?

It's as close as it comes to

our ranch. Mm-hm.

Oh, how far is it to your ranch?

Thirty miles, I think.

You see, when I bought it,

Roger didn't want to be near people.

He...

Uh, I'm sure he's going to meet me.

So am I, but...

Look, m-maybe he didn't get your letter.

Oh, yes, of course that's it.

He didn't get my letter.

That's why he's not here.

Oh, the poor darling doesn't know

I've come. I...

I must go to him at once.

Well... You can't walk 30 miles, ma'am.

Oh, I...

I suppose not.

Even in Philadelphia,

it would be too far.

Look, why don't you let me take you to your ranch.

The herd's gonna be grazin' next couple of days.

They won't need me.

I-I-I wrote

more than once. I...

I wrote several times.

Maybe they didn't mail my letters.

I would appreciate your assistance, Mr. Nolan.

There you go, ma'am.

You ain't eatin' your supper, ma'am.

I'm not very hungry.

I've put you to so much trouble.

Ah, it hasn't been any trouble.

We'll get to your ranch tomorrow, and...

I'll go back to the herd.

No trouble to that.

It's sweet of you

to say so, but...

I hope we haven't missed Roger.

My husband.

He'll be furious.

He's really a gentle man,

but he does become...

It's all been my fault.

Your husband a cattle rancher?

Oh, no. He...

He's an astronomer.

Astronomer.

I know Texas seems

a strange place for astronomy, but...

Roger has a theory.

You see, the air out West

is so much clearer, and...

well, he doesn't care much

for people anyway.

I'll bet the reason your husband

didn't come to the stagecoach

is because he got busy lookin' at some of those stars.

In the daytime?

Yeah.

Oh, that's just a wolf up there

in those hills.

I'm sorry.

We were only out here six months

before I had to go back East, because I was...

You need some sleep, ma'am.

You just lie down there, and...

Ain't exactly like sleepin' in a bed, but, um,

once you're sound asleep,

you won't notice the difference.

Heh.

Uh, you... forgot to cover yourself up.

Gonna be kind of cold tonight.

Good night.

Good night.

There.

You can see the ranch now.

Your eyesight's better than mine.

Who would you say was on that horse?

Some fella I don't know.

And Mrs. Turner.

Well, now...

this ought to make Mr. Turner real happy.

Or will it?

Far as I know,

she ain't supposed to be comin' home yet.

Well, that's Mrs. Turner.

Yeah.

Well, maybe she's all right now, hm?

I ain't gonna deny

there are large salt deposits

on this ranch.

And I ain't gonna deny

that they're worth money.

That's very kind of you, Mr. Gunnison.

I further ain't gonna deny

that the Gunnison Salt and Coal Company

would like to get its hands on this ranch.

In a proper and legal manner, of course.

It ain't a matter

of law, Grimby.

It's a matter of price.

Point of correction, Mr. Gunnison.

There is a point of law involved.

If there is or if there ain't,

a lawyer will always find one.

Go ahead, Josiah.

This ranch was purchased by

Mrs. Marissa Turner.

And by Mrs. Marissa Turner alone.

I wasn't very well

when we came out here to Texas.

Matter of fact, uh,

Mr. Turner has not been off the ranch

since he got here.

Be that as it may,

Mrs. Marissa Turner's name

is the only one that appears on the deed.

The man just told you, he wasn't well.

My point, Mr. Gunnison, is merely this:

A valid bill of sale to the ranch

can and must be signed by Mrs. Marissa Turner.

Well, that's going to be a little difficult.

Uh, my wife is back East.

Mr. Turner? Yes, Kinch.

Ms. Turner ain't back East.

What are you talking about?

Take a look.

Well, gentlemen, my wife is here.

Which should take care of

any little difficulties about

our business dealings.

Although I hope she...

didn't come back before her cure is, uh...

Excuse me.

Cure?

How is my husband, Hutchins?

Oh, he's fine, ma'am.

Oh. That's good.

Welcome home, Ms. Turner.

Hello, Kinch.

Hello. Hello, darling.

What's...? What's wrong, Marissa?

Why, you've no right to do that.

Where's my husband?

Marissa.

Where's my husband?

Oh, I hoped and prayed

this would never happen again, Marissa.

Ms. Turner.

You know who I am, don't you?

Yes, you're Will Kinch.

And you know Hutchins, don't you?

Of course I do.

He works for Mr. Turner.

So do I.

Isn't that right? Yes.

Well, we'd know who Mr. Turner is,

wouldn't we?

He's not my husband, Mr. Nolan.

If you say so, ma'am.

Please come with me.

Help me!

Roger!

Roger!

Roger?

Roger.

Oh, come in, Mr. Nolan.

Like to talk to you.

Sit down.

I'm, uh...

terribly sorry about all this.

Marissa is...

Well, she's acted strange before.

I can bear witness to that.

Where did you meet Mrs. Turner?

Well, I was scoutin' for

this cattle drive I'm with, and...

I saw her get off the stagecoach

out there in the middle of nowhere.

I am very grateful to you.

See, I've... I... I didn't know

she was coming.

She... should have stayed longer.

She isn't really mentally ill, Mr. Nolan.

It's just a case of nerves.

And, it's... It's all my fault.

I should... Never should have brought her out here.

What do you do out here, Mr. Turner?

I'm an astronomer.

And I'm thoroughly selfish.

I thought I could do my work better out here.

And I can, but, uh...

the isolation...

Well, Marissa...

she hated it so much

that she broke down.

She blames me for it, I suppose.

That's why she pretends not to...

recognize me.

Does this happen very often?

Yes. That's why

I sent her back East to a...

Well, it was really a rest home.

It wasn't an asylum at all.

Well, I know you won't want strangers

hangin' around at a time like this.

Well, I regret that you had

to go so far out of your way.

If I'd only known she was coming...

I did write.

I-I wrote to my husband.

Marissa.

I never got that letter.

Why should you? You're not my husband.

Am I someone you know at all?

Yes.

Yes, you're Henry Walker.

I never heard of anybody named Henry Walker.

How about you, Hutchins?

Nope.

You came from Philadelphia

with us.

I came from Philadelphia with you.

Where is my husband?

Ms. Turner.

You always said you trusted me.

Yes.

Well, trust me now.

You go to your room, lie down.

You need some rest.

No. Not before I see Roger.

Marissa.

What can I do?

What can I say?

Tell me where my husband is.

Teela?

Teela!

Take Ms. Turner's valise

to her room.

You know who Teela is, don't you,

Ms. Turner?

Of course I do.

Do you think I'm insane...?

Teela, Mrs. Turner's come home.

I am so glad.

Oh, uh, Teela...

is Mr. Turner in this room?

Yes. Where?

Teela.

Ms. Turner's very tired.

Will you take her to her room?

You are Teela.

Yes.

I recognize you.

And Kinch.

And Hutchins.

Only my husband.

Oh, that picture there on the mantel.

That'll show you who my husband is.

Uh, Mr. Nolan, uh, you're a stranger.

My wife wouldn't suspect you.

Would you mind getting that picture, please?

Roger and I took that picture

when we were married.

That'll prove they're all lying.

That I know what I'm talking about.

That I'm not insane.

Well, Mr. Nolan.

It's a picture of you and your wife, Mr. Turner.

Why, Teela?

Why?

Go on with your work, Teela.

I'm sorry.

Marissa isn't always like this.

She's...

always a very charming,

very considerate hostess.

Now you can understand

how anxious I am to sell the ranch.

I want the money, to take her back East,

to look after her properly.

It's all solved, Mr. Turner.

Gunnison Salt and Coal Company

still want to buy, but, uh...

you think you can get your wife to sign

the bill of sale.

Well, frankly, I don't know.

You've seen the condition she's in.

Seems to me, uh, Mr. Turner

could sign for her.

Wouldn't be legal.

Ain't nobody would contest the sale.

Contest? To not contest sale

would not be legal.

Josiah, be a human being for once,

instead of a walking lawsuit.

Am I your lawyer or not?

You're my lawyer, yes... Wouldn't be legal.

What would be legal?

Have the court declare

Mrs. Turner incompetent,

and appoint you guardian of her estate.

You mean she's insane?

Has the court ruled on the matter?

No. No, of course not.

Mr. Gunnison, we're wasting our time.

Just, uh,

how would Mr. Turner

go about having his wife declared

uh... well,

not right.

No, I won't do that.

Seems to me you got no choice, Mr. Turner.

It's for her own good

you'd be doing it.

There's a law.

Bring Mrs. Turner to the Pikesville County Court.

No, I will not expose Marissa to a...

A public hearing.

Well, then...

make application for a circuit judge

to hold a hearing in this house.

I'll be glad to make that application for you.

All right.

Mr. Grimby?

Yes?

Before Mrs. Turner went back East,

she, uh...

oh, tried to do away with herself.

Against the law.

Well...

Mr. Turner wouldn't ask you this, but...

as a friend, I've got to.

Supposin' that Mrs. Turner...

well... died.

How would that affect

the sale of the ranch?

Wouldn't affect it at all.

Just take longer...

settling the estate...

deciding on a legal heir.

Thank you, Mr. Grimby.

Oh, Mr. Nolan.

Will you, uh, join me in a drink?

Well, no thanks, I guess.

I better get on back to the herd.

Oh, you don't mind if I have one, do you?

I... need it pretty badly.

I sure hope your wife gets better soon.

That's what we all hope, Mr. Nolan.

Uh, thank you for bringing her home.

Well, it's all right.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Mr. Nolan.

Mr. Nolan.

Take this and go, quickly.

No, look at it later.

They mustn't stop you now.

Please...

I am not mad.

Then why were you sent back East.

Because you were ill.

Mentally ill.

It was my nerves. I...

I couldn't stand the isolation.

It's because you were ill.

Mentally ill.

And you still are.

But you're a lovely woman.

Stop it!

Teela...

take Mrs. Turner to her room.

Ms. Turner scream?

Yes, Mrs. Turner screamed.

Why?

I... told her she was insane.

That's why she screamed.

Yes.

You're a liar.

Look, she's a very attractive woman.

And she's my wife.

You got this ranch to sell.

You drive her far enough,

and she might kill herself.

All right.

All right!

Just don't call me a liar.

Teela?

Yes?

Is the man out there my husband?

When I came here to beg for bread...

you gave me meat.

When I asked for a little corner to sleep in,

you gave me a room and a bed.

You gave me work.

You gave me respect.

Is he my husband?

Teela?

Is he my husband?

No.

Locket don't prove nothin' though.

He... Man in the picture

could be her brother.

Yeah, but you know how valuable

salt deposits are.

Now, these men were trying to

sell that ranch.

Mrs. Turner didn't have any reason to lie.

They did.

If Mrs. Turner is sane. They'll help...

Well, I think she is.

All we got to go on is the two pictures.

One in the locket, and one in the house.

But maybe that's enough.

How would we come in?

Well, you said you're gonna graze the herd

a couple more days.

Give me those two days to see what I can find out.

Besides, it's...

We've, uh, run into

pretty women afore, Pete.

Oh, it ain't that this time.

She's pretty, all right, but...

well, you ought to see how helpless she is.

Besides, there's somethin' 'bout those men

I don't like. Uh...

I don't like 'em either.

Why, you ain't never even seen 'em.

Well, I won't when I do.

Well, when's that gonna be?

Well, Mushy can cook for two days

without gettin' hung.

Three days, no.

But two days he can manage.

You're goin' with Pete?

You don't wanna take

on losin' your scout, do you?

Oh, it's my idea now, huh?

Well, do you?

Nope.

Well, all right.

There's just one thing.

What are you gonna do?

March up to Turner

and ask him to confess he's an imposter?

He ain't an imposter. He's an astronomer.

I mean the real Turner is.

Supposin' a real astronomer

did turn up at the ranch?

If the man representin' himself

to be Turner is an imposter...

he wouldn't be very happy about it.

Say, that's an idea.

Last thing in the world

he'd do would be to invite

that astronomer into the observatory.

Yeah, and if he started backing away...

makin' excuses, we'd know he was an imposter.

And we'd come back here and get some help,

and clean up the outfit.

That is, of course, if they let you leave.

Well... give us a couple of days.

We ain't back, come after us.

Hey, you come up with such a good idea,

you ought to come along with us.

No, I'll look after the herd.

Thanks.

Yeah, I mean, it sure was

a wonderful idea, and...

Yeah, but where are we gonna get this astronomer?

What you lookin' at me for?

No. Wait a minute.

I don't know nothin' about the stars.

Sure, I seen 'em, but

mostly reflected in a suit.

You know somethin', Pete.

Wishbone's got a frock coat

and a top hat stashed away someplace.

Yeah, and with that beard...

Now, wait a minute.

Nobody nor nothin' is gonna make me

try to be somethin' I ain't.

No, sir.

Not nobody nor nothin'.

No.

I don't like this.

He sure looks natural.

Yep. If he was

just laid out in a pine box now.

I'll get the horse.

Now, Mr. Favor. There's o...

I don't what it is, but there's

somethin' missin'.

What's missin' is my brain.

I can't quite put my finger on it.

Mr. Favor.

These here ought to look real good on

Mr. Wishbone.

Those there what?

Oh, where'd you get these?

I bought 'em of a feller in San Antone.

He said they'd help me read.

Did they?

Nope. I still can't read.

But I got 'em real cheap.

Oh, what do you got there?

What are you gonna do?

Now, just stand still,

Wishbone.

Stand still? To be made to look like an idiot?

There. That's all it needed,

was the final touch.

Mr. Favor, I hereby announce

that I'm quittin' this drive.

- And furthermore... - Professor.

Climb aboard.

Climb aboard what?

Oh.

Oh, Wishbone.

Put 'em on.

I ain't got the time right now,

but the instant we get back,

I'm quittin' this drive.

Yeah, sure, Wish.

Let's go, professor.

See you.

Uh, a pretty nice spread.

Yeah, and it's all loaded with salt.

Oh, it is.

You better put your specs on.

Now, how am I gonna fool anybody?

I don't even talk like an astronomer.

Oh, put your glasses on, keep your mouth shut.

Fine.

That'll make me blind and dumb.

Now, maybe you can figure some way

to make me "deef" too.

Oh, Wish, I know a little something about the stars.

I can probably handle anything that comes up.

Come on.

Will you stop that?!

Makes you nervous?

Yes, it makes me nervous!

Uh, you're gonna have more than that to worry about.

Mr. Kinch, that drover's comin' back.

That second feller don't look like much.

Well, he might be a doctor.

That drover might be bringing a doctor out here

to examine Marissa.

We can't let them in!

Marissa Turner's got to be declared insane publicly.

Think of the chance!

I thought of all the chances

before I even told you the idea.

You threw in with me.

Well, I... I thought it was

going to be easy.

It'll be easy.

Take this.

Put it under your belt where it won't show.

I don't like guns.

You might need it to protect your investment.

Now, go on to your wife's room

and keep her company. And keep her quiet.

What's bothering you, Teela?

There is not enough wood for the stove.

Hutchins, go out the shed with her

and get some wood.

Teela.

Better figure on a couple extra for supper tonight.

Hello, Mr. Kinch.

Come in, come in.

Thank you. Hope you don't mind me

comin' back like this.

No. Why should I mind?

Oh, no reason, I guess. Uh...

You see, when I left here,

I rode into town to get some supplies

for the camp cook.

Mostly ketchup, to drown the taste of his cooking.

Yeah, I've been on drives with cooks like that.

Well, while I was there, I...

happened to run into the professor here.

And I mentioned that I just met Mr. Turner,

the astronomer.

Professor knew all about him.

He did?

Yeah, he asked me as a favor

to ride out here with him. Said he'd like to

meet Mr. Turner, and go through that observatory with him.

Talk about the stars and stuff like that.

Well, I, um...

I don't have to tell you, Mr. Nolan,

that, uh...

Mr. Turner ain't very free in his mind right now.

His wife ain't better, huh?

'Fraid she ain't ever gonna be better.

Well, I... I guess in a case like that,

you wouldn't want us hangin' around here, and...

lettin' the professor and me, Mr. Turner,

and goin' into that observatory room with him,

and, uh, all that.

I don't know.

Might be good for him.

Get his mind off his personal problems.

Course you know that, uh,

you're not gonna get into that observatory

for some time yet.

And why's that?

Well, the professor here knows

that astronomers only work at night.

But you can stay for supper.

And afterward, uh...

Well, thank you very much.

We'd... be glad to.

Oh. Come on in the parlor.

Oh, uh...

what's the professor's name?

Wish...

Wishingham.

Wish Wishingham.

Just Wishingham.

Well, pleased to meet you,

Professor Wishingham.

Come on in.

What college are you

connected with, professor?

Uh...

I say, what college you connected with?

Uh, professor ain't connected to no college right now.

Right, professor?

Uh, Mr. Turner...

you ever hear of

Professor Wishingham?

Well, the name is familiar.

Oh, sure, uh... All these astronomers

have heard of each other.

Professor Wishingham's heard of you, Mr. Turner.

He is not Mr. Turner.

I don't know

where my husband is.

What have you done with him?

Marissa...

everybody knows about your...

condition.

Suppose we... I want to know.

Did you kill him?

Is that why you're trying

to drive me insane?

Ms. Turner, nobody's tryin'

to do anything to you,

except to make things as easy for you as possible.

You're carryin' on this way, though.

How you expect your husband feels?

He is not my husband.

Ms. Turner...

why don't you go up, and...

I know.

Go to my room...

lie down...

rest...

sleep.

As if I'd wake up in the morning,

and everything would be all right again.

You must have killed him!

You must have!

Poor woman.

Not very pleasant for you, Mr. Turner.

No, uh...

it's not.

You've got to tell me, Teela.

I don't know anything.

You're lying.

Are you afraid of them?

All right,

you're not afraid of them.

What did they promise you?

They?

It wasn't "they"?

It must have been...

What did Henry Walker promise you?

What did he promise you, Teela?

He said that he would marry me.

And you believed him?

You are sure a white man

would not marry an Indian girl?

It has nothing

to do with that, Teela.

It's the kind of man he is:

selfish, cold, a liar,

a thief.

Perhaps a murderer, Teela.

You were kind to me, your husband and you.

But he loves me.

He's using you.

He needs you to help.

I'm not proud.

Maybe it started because there was

no one else.

But afterward...

Afterward...

You saw what he tried to do to me.

He'll have money, Teela.

You'll be something left over.

Something he'll be ashamed of.

Why?

Because you'll know him

for what he is.

How long do you think you'll be able to

hold onto him then?

You're right.

I will not be able to hold onto him.

But you are also wrong.

Because it doesn't make any difference.

You love him.

For whatever he is.

I will tell you one thing.

If you were in my tribe,

you would rip your clothes...

lie on the ground,

and the earth would be wet from your tears.

My husband...

is dead.

Your husband is dead.

Uh, this is where I work,

Professor Wishingham.

Yes, sir.

Telescope, huh?

Yes, of course.

Hey, you got a hole in the roof.

What?

Oh.

Professor likes to joke around.

Don't you, professor?

Well, what the professor's mainly

interested in is...

just what exactly you're working on.

What am I working on?

Uh-huh.

Oh. I don't understand.

Well, you're an astronomer, ain't you?

Yes.

Well, tell the professor just what you're astron...

Oh, what you're astronomizin' on.

I'm studying the northern sky right now.

Northern sky? We happen to be in the south.

I'm talking about the northern star field,

as seen from here.

The telescope is pointing due north.

The professor understands

what I'm talking about.

Well...

that's right.

Well, uh, do you mind

if the professor takes a look through this thing.

No, not at all.

Go right ahead, professor.

Can't see a thing.

Nothing wrong with the telescope.

Oh.

Must be the glasses.

Darned things aren't good for anything

except to keep the wind off your eyeballs.

What do you see, professor?

Stars.

Professor does like to have his little joke,

doesn't he?

Yeah.

Ursa Minor is quite conspicuous

this time of year, isn't it?

Huh. You're mighty well told it is.

You getting a good fix on Cassiopeia?

Who?

Cassiopeia.

Try the telescope.

Ahh.

Yeah.

Clear as branch water.

Uh-huh.

Also you'll notice that

Orion is especially bright, isn't it?

Yeah.

This is the time for Orion

to be especially bright, all right.

Professor...

Orion is in the southern part

of the sky.

You can't see it through the telescope.

You're not an astronomer.

You don't have an ordinary schoolchild's

knowledge of the stars.

That ain't reason to pull a gun.

Well, I'm glad you can see that.

Now get over there.

Let him up now, Wish.

Well...

Well, we figured if you weren't...

Mrs. Turner's husband...

you wouldn't know so much about the stars.

Oh.

Obviously, I... I do.

Yeah, but if you were Turner,

you wouldn't pull a gun on us.

Why should you?

Let's go downstairs

and talk it over with the rest of 'em.

Watch it, Wish!

Hated to do that to an educated man

like the professor.

What is he? Too old for a drover.

He's a camp cook.

Should have stuck to his pots and pans.

Now we're gonna keep you

and the cook out of the way

for a few days, until Mrs. Turner

is committed.

If we ain't back to camp pretty soon,

our boss is gonna come out to find out why.

And he won't alone.

He's bluffing.

Why should a trail boss bother.

No, he's not bluffin'.

Goin' on a trail drive without a cook,

that's pretty hard to handle.

Nolan, you're gonna write a letter

to your boss.

I don't think so.

He's gonna wake up pretty soon.

How would you like to

watch Hutchins work him over?

All right, I'll write it.

Have you got some paper?

I have.

Here.

Tell your boss that, uh...

you were wrong.

That, uh, "Mrs. Turner

is really insane."

He's not Turner. How come he knows

so much about the stars?

He was Turner's pet pupil...

brought out here to help.

That's a laugh, ain't it?

Tsk. Yeah.

Tell him that, uh,

you're stayin' on a few extra days

to, uh, help out

at the hearing.

What time is it?

What difference does it make?

I'm hungry.

They didn't bring us any lunch.

What makes you think they'll bring us any supper?

Don't really mind bein' so hungry, but...

my nose itches.

You must answer my questions.

I'm not here to prosecute you.

I am here to help you.

You haven't believed anything I've told you.

What you've told me has not been

easy to believe.

You say this man is not your husband.

Yet everyone here has testified

that he is.

They're all in it together.

They killed my husband.

This picture shows you

and the man you claim is not your husband

posing together.

They changed the picture.

My husband took that one.

Have you a picture of yourself

and the man you claim is your husband.

Yes.

Yes, I have a locket in my...

Well, that is, it... It was

in my valise.

I gave it to the drover.

Where is he?

What drover?

Well, he was here last night.

He... He came back

with a Professor Wishingham.

A professor?

From, uh, where?

I don't know. He didn't say.

Do you see him in the room now, Mrs. Turner?

Of course I don't.

Do you think I'm...?

You do think so, don't you?

A drover and a Professor Wishingham came here.

Why?

He wanted to confer

with my husband.

And did he?

My husband's dead!

How do you know?

Teela told me.

Did you tell Mrs. Turner

her husband was dead.

No.

She's denying it because

she's in love with him.

With your husband?

No! My husband's dead.

She's in love with Walker.

Walker isn't my husband.

Mrs. Turner.

I wonder if you know how common

such delusions of

being plotted against are.

It's not a delusion.

You were in the East recently.

Yes. Where?

A rest home.

I have a letter here from a Dr. Thatcher.

Do you remember him?

He wrote to your husband.

He was very hopeful

about your speedy recovery.

On the letterhead, however,

his establishment is described

not as a rest home...

but as a sanitarium

for the mentally ill.

All right, all right, I'm crazy!

I don't know who I am! I don't know who anybody else is.

Just stop asking me questions!

Mr. Turner? Yes.

Would you take your wife

to her room, please.

Yes.

Well, you've seen.

She might do some harm to herself.

Teela...

stay with her, will you, please?

I'll fill out

the proper papers at once.

You'll be appointed

executor of her estate, of course.

Yeah.

Where are they?

You know those two drovers were here

when the judge arrived.

Were they killed too?

What have they done with them?

Where are they, Teela?

They're in the observatory, tied up.

They're simple men.

Drovers.

They came here to help me.

They're going to die.

After the judge is gone,

they're going to die.

You know that.

Kinch and the others

can't let them go.

I'm going to free them.

You can run and tell.

But I don't think you're that evil.

Hutchins?

Bring the judge's buggy around.

Uh, please excuse me, will you?

I... I don't feel too well.

Certainly.

I need a drink.

He's takin' it hard.

Mr. Kinch.

I suggest you don't leave

Mr. Turner alone for awhile.

These things aren't easy.

I know.

Teela, see the judge out.

Thank you.

It's very sad.

Very sad.

Please. This way.

I have to do it.

I must show you.

Upstairs, quick.

And please be silent.

Ah. That...

haunted look in her eyes. I...

I don't think I'll ever...

Law will look out for her.

She'll have a good life.

We got those drovers to think about.

Come in.

Where's the judge?

He just left.

Not out the front door he didn't.

He just went out.

Left him in the hallway with Teela.

I'm awfully sorry, Mrs. Turner.

They made such a convincing case

against you.

Times I almost believed them.

Phew.

You're trapped in there!

You can't get out 'cept through the house.

You're unarmed.

You hear me!

We hear you.

Judge Nield.

Yes.

We know we did wrong,

but there's been no real harm done.

That's not the way I understand it.

Nolan.

Yeah.

You come out...

we take you and the judge

and the cook with us for two, three days' ride.

And then we turn you loose.

All we want is a head start.

We ain't killers.

No? How'd Miss Turner's husband die?

Old age?

No deal, Kinch.

And we're not unarmed.

If you don't believe it, you just

stand there.

How long do you think we can hold out?

I might not be missed

for a couple of days.

Well, we'll have to wait till dark.

We'll make it out through that opening.

Look...

Burning four people alive...

Why don't we just get out of here?!

Why don't we just run their horses off?!

Uh... Judges don't work that way.

Ashes are silent and safe.

First, one man murdered.

Now four more!

No, Kinch. I'm not gonna let you do it.

I ain't askin' you.

Teela!

Drop it, Kinch.

They ain't gonna give you

no more trouble, Ms. Turner.

This one's still breathin'.

Will you stay here

while I ride back to town

and send a marshal out with some men?

Yeah, we'll stay.

Will you take me with you, judge?

I don't want to stay

in this place a minute longer.

Of course.

You can stay with Mrs. Nield and me

as long as you want.

Only until I get rid of this house.

Mr. Nolan...

Professor Wishingham, I...

You don't have to say anything, Ms. Turner.

We're real glad we came back, ma'am.

Did you hear that?

She called me "professor."

Mr. Nolan.

What will happen to him?

He'll probably go to jail, if he lives.

I think he will live.

I think I will...

be with him always, somehow.

I...

And I don't think he will do such things again.

I hope you're right.

I know I'm right.

Head 'em up!

Move 'em out!

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♪ 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!

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