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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!

Only thing certain about a trail drive

is the uncertainty.

The expected never seems to happen.

The surprises always popping up,

most of the time bringing trouble.

When it hits, there's no counting

on somebody else to handle it.

That's my job. Mine alone.

I'm Gil Favor, trail boss.

What's holding up those steers?

Oh, I don't know. Pete went back to check.

Talking to himself.

Something about bedding 'em down so late in the day.

Señor Favor!

Look!

Stop!

You will let the wagon alone.

A Gypsy.

Anything wrong?

Trouble is the wrong and trouble will come.

Trouble always comes when the horses move

without him.

Without who?

The turn of the circle brings trouble and sorrow.

More than one circle, it waits till the morrow.

The wagon's stopped now, ma'am.

And the time for tears lies close.

Got any idea what she's talking about?

Strange people.

Not much sense even trying to figure 'em out.

And they don't care for their business

being butted into.

This man, he wants to talk to you, Señor Favor.

Yeah?

I'm looking for a girl.

A Gitana.

Heh. No girls with this outfit.

Don't try lying to me, drover.

I think you'd best get out of here, boy.

I want the girl. She belongs to me.

Could be a lot of difference between what you want

and what you're gonna get, Gypsy.

And you'd better take your hand off the knife.

Now, really, I think you'd best get going.

Well, if he's got a girl, no wonder she took off.

Heh. Coffee ready, Wish?

It ain't strong enough yet.

Your horse, Señor Favor.

Your best horse!

He's nowhere in sight.

Well, it doesn't make any difference.

With that horse of yours, we wouldn't catch him anyway.

I'm afraid not.

Dirty, rotten, horse-stealing Gypsies.

Let's find that wagon of theirs, huh?

And, uh, where would you suggest we start looking for it?

I am no good as the wrangler, Señor Favor.

I will go and drown myself.

Where? In a bucket? There's no water for miles.

Don't worry about it, Hey Soos.

You were up against an expert.

Something wrong here too?

The Gypsies just took one of his horses.

Gypsies?

Hey, we got enough grief without a bunch of Gypsies.

And what they'll do,

they'll just keep nibbling at that picket line

till they steal us blind. Ah, not if we're ready for 'em.

Rowdy, have two extra men put on with Hey Soos to help him.

We'll start tracking the horse first thing in the morning.

Now, what's your trouble, Pete?

Trying to get them beeves bunched up and bed 'em down.

They're spread out from here

to kingdom come. I'll give you a hand.

Hey Soos. Sí.

Any strangers come around this time,

you start shooting.

I hit them right between the ears, Señor Favor.

Anyway, this is the fanciest wagon I've ever seen.

Real carnival-style.

And the horses pulling it, they had no driver.

Well, how do they know which way to go?

Well, next time they show up we'll send you out to ask 'em.

Ask who? The horses.

All right, Wishbone, you're so smart,

how do you figure?

Maybe nobody cares which way they go.

What are you doing here?

It was the best place I could find.

And I would have stayed here too,

but, oh, that stew, it smelled so good.

I'm starved.

I'll get you some. You can have all you want.

Now there's somebody who appreciates good cooking

when they smell it.

She must be the one that Gypsy was looking for.

Marco? Was he here?

Oh, yes.

I'm afraid you made liars out of us.

Mm.

Then you told him I wasn't with you.

Good.

Mm.

They want me to marry him, but I'm not gonna do it.

Sounds like carnival music.

It's a calliope.

It's my people.

Tonight was to be my wedding.

But don't sound like no wedding march.

No.

Kalla must be angry.

Kalla?

She's queen of my people.

Well, you... You sure they're your people?

You don't look like any Gypsy I've ever seen.

Well, of course she ain't. Anybody can tell that.

They must have stole her when she was a little girl.

They're always stealing something.

But they are my people!

And I don't like hearing things said against them!

Um, what are your people doing way out here

in the middle of the prairie anyway?

We put on a show.

We're performers.

We travel from place to place.

Oh, I should have known Kalla would have the music.

Kalla? Is that, uh, by any chance, that old woman?

She's not so old...

as time goes.

You know,

when we take her back, I'll bet we find your horse.

I'm not going back.

Now, maybe you'd better think that over again 'cause...

Well, you can't stay here.

Suppose I won't leave?

Well, we can put you up for the night.

But you'll have to go back first thing in the morning.

Who's he?

Oh, that's Mr. Favor.

He's the trail boss of this outfit.

Where's he going?

Huh? Oh, he's just going out to check the herd over a little.

What's your name?

Shezoe.

Well, my name's, uh, Rowdy Yates.

I wanna talk to Mr. Favor.

I guess she told you where you stand, Mr. Yates.

Mr. Favor.

Can I talk to you?

Go ahead.

Well, that thing your cook said

about children being stolen by Gypsies.

Does that happen very often?

I really couldn't say for sure.

I've always had a memory of someone.

A man.

A man like you.

Tall, fine-looking, gentle.

Really?

You still have to go back in the morning.

No!

I'm tired of living like a Gypsy.

I want to stay with you.

At least until we get to the next big town.

I want to live like other people.

Come on, young lady.

Oh!

Wishbone!

I'm turning this young lady over to you.

See that she's bedded down in the wagon,

but just for tonight.

Uh, sure.

Hey, boss!

Horse coming in.

It's your horse and look what he brought.

Yeah...

It's Marco.

Been knifed in the back, boss.

Remember what the old lady said

about trouble before the day's out?

What old lady?

Oh, the old lady she says is the queen of the Gypsies.

Ah, them Gypsies,

always claiming to know what's gonna happen

after it's already happened.

No, I was there, Pete. I heard her say it.

This was gonna happen.

Would you show us the way to your camp?

Why?

He's one of their people, isn't he?

Well, yes, but...

taking him back...

Kalla's his mother.

She should have her son's body.

All right.

Rowdy.

Another horse.

Right.

They're somewhere close by.

They're always careful

if they think there might be trouble.

We didn't exactly bring a load of joy with us.

Well, what about you?

I'll be all right.

We'd better stay around until somebody comes back.

They won't come back until you leave.

Sure you'll be all right?

These are my people.

Even so, they might not be too happy with you

if they thought you were to blame for any of this.

No, they'd believe me.

Besides, somebody has to tell Kalla.

All of you, hold up a minute.

Whoever killed that Gypsy was in his legal rights.

The man was a horse thief and he's dead,

and that's enough about it.

But if anybody in the outfit did it,

I'd like to know in case I got to deal with the Gypsies.

In the back, Mr. Favor?

You think one of us would knife a man in the back?

Yeah, well, that's what comes of talking before thinking.

You'll all do me a favor if you forget I asked.

Heh. Well, I guess we'd all do ourselves a favor

if we get that herd moving, huh?

It's a long ways to that next campsite.

That's right, Pete. Let's move out!

Mr. Favor?

Now, what about all this?

What about it?

Well, uh,

you know how Gypsies are.

They'd do most anything to get even.

What's on your mind, Cullen?

Take my advice and hit them before they hit us.

Well, they haven't done us any harm.

They took the horse, we got it back.

They leave us alone, we'll leave them alone.

Y-you might be sorry if you wait, Mr. Favor.

These people bother you, Cullen?

Bother me?

No.

Heh.

You know how Gypsies are.

I think we ought to keep our eye on 'em.

We'll do that. We'd better get an eye on those beeves though.

Let's hit leather.

Now, what do you make of that, Rowdy?

Boy, I don't know, Jim.

Rolling along, no driver.

Plumb crazy.

Let's go up and take a look, huh?

Why, this silly thing's built like a fort.

There ain't no windows or nothing.

There ain't no nothing.

Well, these horses seem to know where they're going.

Beats me.

Hey, anybody in there!?

Rowdy, I never saw nothing like those horses.

They must be something special not to need reins.

Yeah, well,

seems like we could ride her in this outfit all day

and not do much good.

Besides, we're being paid for herding cattle.

Come on, Jim, let's go.

Well...

Well, we haven't done so bad for one day.

We ought to reach the main pass by tomorrow noon easy.

Maybe.

You got the real rosy outlook of an undertaker.

Don't you ever feel good about anything?

I could answer that, Rowdy.

But you'd just probably wind up giving me some more trouble

and I might wind up throwing you down this hole.

Drovers!

You will listen to me, drovers.

I am here, drovers. Here above you.

Yes, look at me, a Gypsy queen,

grieving for the prince of her tribe.

One among you took the life of my son.

The killer must be surrendered to me.

He must be surrendered to me,

or by the seven shades of Satan

all of you will suffer for the crime.

She's crazy.

It's not that simple.

You will have your chance. Find him.

Have him bound when we come to you.

She's gone. Oh, just like a light went out.

I'll remember that voice till the day I die.

They're coming after the killer.

You saying one of us did it, Cullen?

Yeah, Cullen,

you setting yourself up to pick out the man, huh?

No, I'm just saying we better find him, that's all.

Oh, shut up, both of ya.

You're letting that old woman play on your fears

like a bunch of kids.

Maybe so...

but that wagon's still coming, Mr. Favor.

What's this?

Ha!

Hey, that's all right.

You won't find much in there.

That why they're doing all that fancy stuff out there?

So you can sneak in and rifle our belongings?

Oh, no, you mustn't believe that.

You got a better story?

Listen to me, please.

I'm looking for a sash. Marco's sash.

It means a great deal to us.

It's a symbol of his chieftainship.

It's been handed down to us. I-it's very, very old.

It was taken from him the night he was killed.

Well, that's pretty good on short notice.

Cooking up a yarn like that.

It's not a yarn.

And if you don't believe me, search me.

See if I took anything from that other bag.

Oh, I didn't want to do it.

Kalla made me.

You go on back and tell Kalla she's wasting her time.

She won't find that sash, or whatever it is, around here.

Well, good, then you do believe me.

I didn't say that.

No...

but you must know

that I would never do anything to really hurt you.

Are you angry with me?

You, uh, sound like you're used to having men be angry with you.

I don't care about other men.

I can stay clear of them when I need to.

I don't feel that way about you though.

Take me with you.

Oh, I've got troubles enough.

No.

Please, I must get away from Kalla.

Please.

Shezoe.

Time for you over there, Shezoe.

Yes, Pana.

What are you supposed to be doing?

O-oh, I was just watching.

Watching what?

Please, Mr. Favor, let me tell you later.

You can tell me now.

I'm sure he'd rather tell you

after we're gone, Mr. Favor.

Who are you?

My name is Bahavi.

A Gitano.

Like your drover.

You lie!

What's all this to you?

You're no giorgio.

Look. Pierced! Gypsy!

I had nothing to do with that killing.

You can ask Stiles and Red Ballard.

I was with 'em all the time, riding flank,

tying up at the line, having chow.

I was with 'em all the time. Ask 'em.

All right. Get out, Cullen.

I suppose it's your turn now.

My turn?

Go through our things while the rest entertain.

Oh, no, Mr. Favor.

And the girl was telling you the truth about the sash.

We need the sash. It's part of our heritage.

Our tribal culture. Shezoe's no thief.

She's a fine, brave person.

Whoo! Ah!

I think there's been about enough of this.

Wait.

Would you give us the right to be heard?

You got something to say, come to the point.

I'll leave that to Kalla.

I am here for my payment, drovers.

I am waiting.

Here you are, ma'am. That's all we could raise.

I want something more than money.

I demand the slayer of my son.

You will give him up to me... now.

Let's understand each other.

I can't be turning any man over to you for that killing.

You defy me?

You defy the blood of my son crying out for vengeance.

Take warning, drover,

before it is too late.

You'll get no man from my camp.

I have the power to enforce my demand, drover,

with but little patience for waiting.

Mark this well:

between now and our next meeting

you will something of value.

By noon tomorrow,

with the finding of cool,

clear water,

one of you will know pain.

And soon at the north pass,

you will all meet death and justice face to face.

Shezoe.

Achilles.

Well, Gypsies or not, they put on a pretty good show.

What she mean,

we meet up with death in the north pass?

This Death, he's no good for nobody to meet up with...

anytime.

Hey, boss, I think

that old lady's bluffing about the water.

Ain't no water within three or four days.

Matter of fact, water's our main worry right now.

And we ain't going through that north pass

'cause that's the long way round.

I think we ought to fire on that wagon

next time it comes back. So do I.

They want to give us the evil eye,

let's give 'em something back.

I want no more talk like that.

These people haven't done us any harm.

The old lady has an idea we killed her son.

She can't fight us, so she's just trying

to get even by pulling a few tricks.

But that's all they are! Tricks.

It's too bad if you can't all see it that way.

But you're just gonna have to go along with it, that's all.

Cullen.

Yeah?

Draw your pay in the morning, you're through.

Through?

Why? Uh, I told you I had nothing to do with that killing.

I don't know anything about that,

but, uh, once a man has to start sneaking around,

he can't work for this outfit.

Uh, please, Mr. Favor,

if you make me leave the drive now, I'm a dead man.

Why?

Well, like he said, I... I'm a Gitano,

a Gypsy.

Uh, they put the mark on me.

If they find out, I'm finished.

Doesn't sound like any of our business.

Uh, please, Mr. Favor, listen to my side of it.

Sure, I... I'm a Gypsy, all right.

But I got tired of Gypsy life.

And, well, I never had anything

and always on the road to nowhere.

I broke away from the tribe.

Took up farming.

Well, I was doing all right too.

Then one day they came by and...

said they were gonna take my livestock.

Just like that.

I killed one of 'em.

Louisiana court said I was in my right.

Set me free.

But not the Gypsies, they put the mark on me.

These people do it?

No, I... I don't know nothing about this tribe, but...

the mark's on me, Mr. Favor.

Oh, they'll find out about it all right.

They'll kill me if they get a chance.

Oh, now, you can't be that superstitious, Cullen.

I can't help it, we all are.

This Kalla's a queen.

She was born with a veil. She's got the power.

How 'bout it, Mr. Favor?

All right, Cullen, you're still riding with us.

What's holding us up?

There's our lead steer, he's dead.

What happened?

I can't figure it.

He ain't bloated, no wounds on him.

I can't figure it out.

Three-thousand head and we have to lose that one.

Breaking in a new one's sure gonna take some time.

Well, one thing we can do, Mr. Favor.

String the herd out and they'll pick out their own leader.

Of course it'll take time.

Time we haven't got.

Mr. Favor? Yeah.

Remember what the Gypsy woman said about...

losing something valuable?

Pete, pick out two, three steers

you think might do, I'll look at 'em later.

Let's get moving.

A block-off, Mr. Favor.

Landslide.

Rick!

Climb on up there.

See if there's any breakthrough on the ridge.

There's a small lake up here, Mr. Favor.

Any breakthrough up there?

No, sir.

Now, come on down.

Ooh!

You all right?

It's his leg. It's broke.

Hey, get Wishbone back up here.

All right. Now, handle him easy.

Having that bone set was no picnic.

Better take your whiskey, Wishbone.

How long you figure with dynamite, Pete?

Clear that stuff out? Three or four days, I guess.

And, uh, how long taking 'em through the north pass?

About two days.

That settles it, then.

We'll get the herd turned around.

Don't do it, Mr. Favor. Never mind, Cullen.

I think he's got a right to say something about it, boss.

I think we all got a right.

Well, what do you got to say?

Well...

it's like this:

everything that old woman said seems to be working out.

Just happened that way. All of it?

That lead steer dying, and finding this water,

and Rick getting hurt right alongside it?

Nothing but luck, Bailey. Yeah.

Bad luck.

We try going through that north pass,

who knows what we'll run into?

She said we'd find death.

Now, you never mind what she said!

Get 'em turned around.

You better keep that stew hot, Wishbone.

The Gypsies might be back for supper.

They show up around here again,

I'll put 'em to work cleaning pots and pans.

I wish they'd show up.

I wish you'd shut up.

Come to think of it,

we ain't seen a sign of them Gypsies all day.

Maybe the old woman's give up.

You hear that? S-she hasn't given up.

Is there one among you who can say I prophesied falsely?

Did you lose something of value?

Did you find water where there was none before?

Did one of you know pain?

Now, listen to me further, drovers.

You will not tell me.

You will not point to the killer of my son among you.

So I have gone to the stars.

And the stars have told me.

And now the dancing death will accuse.

The knife will land at the feet of the murderer.

And he shall be marked for death.

The time has come, Shezoe.

Now, Shezoe.

I know why the old lady's doing this.

This is 'cause the girl likes ya.

She's got no call to do a thing like that to you though.

She didn't throw that knife at him, she threw it at me.

No, it's nearer him than it is you.

No, it ain't. It's right in the middle.

You can't tell which one.

The stars have spoken.

The killer of my son has been marked.

He shall die before another sunset.

Should we go after her?

No, leave 'em be.

I... I didn't kill her son,

but she's gonna kill me.

I got to get away, Mr. Favor. Pay me off.

I-if I stay, I'm dead.

All right, I'll pay you off in the morning.

No, pay me off now. Right now!

All right!

That's Cullen's horse.

I spot him when I was drinking coffee.

So I ride out to him to see who he is.

He look at me sad and lonely.

He asked me to return him to remuda.

He couldn't have gotten far, Pete.

Quince, Scarlet.

Poor Cullen.

So sure he was gonna get it.

Looks like he was right. He's the one they were after.

No.

He is not the one.

We wanted him, but we had nothing to do with his death.

Could ten men have lifted or even pushed that boulder?

He was a Gypsy.

A renegade to his tribe but still a Gitano.

And we are here to bury him like one.

Let 'em have him.

Must have happened in the dark.

Couldn't see what was going on.

Yeah, probably a bunch of them boulders come down all at once.

You jump out of the way of one of 'em,

you jump in front of another.

Now, no need to be nosy. Let's get moving.

Wait a minute.

If it wasn't Cullen they're after,

it must have been you.

You're the one they threw that knife at.

Good. Now you won't have to guess about it no more.

Mushy.

Good luck so far, Mr. Favor.

Huh?

Well, it's sundown already

and the old woman didn't get you yet.

Will you shut that flat mouth of yours?

No harm done, Mushy.

Señor Favor. What's wrong?

I feel kind of sick, señor.

We are missing two more of our horses, saddles too.

Where do you think you might have lost 'em?

From the picket line, I think.

If you would like to stab me with my own knife, señor...

Maybe it's not too late to find 'em.

Rowdy! Yeah?

Come on.

What is it?

I don't want to go with you.

But you promised.

I've changed my mind.

Get off our horse, huh?

He was taking me away with him.

He was forcing me to go.

I had every right to take care of her!

She promised to go with me until you came along.

So you steal our horses?

Why not? You would have stolen my woman.

Did you promise to go with him?

Once I promised.

Because I was sick to get away from Marco.

But he's right.

I changed my mind when I saw you.

I took back my promise!

And now he's trying to make me go with him.

She belongs to me.

You see, you have been delivered into my hands.

The time has come to settle this.

You hardly got call to judge anybody.

Not when you have your people steal horses.

I had nothing to do with your horses.

I am concerned only with the killer of my son.

Then it might be a good idea

if you looked among your own menfolk too.

Now you try putting me off with words.

No. No, you saw Shezoe and you wanted her.

You fought with my son over her.

You murdered him.

And now you will pay.

I call upon you, my power and my force,

the spirits of the Zincali,

I say evil to this man.

Evil to him!

On him the dread curse, the final curse.

May he fall here before me.

May his teeth bite the soil of the ground.

May he grovel and gasp out his life.

May he lie dead at my feet.

And may this happen to him here and now.

Now!

Now!

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No. No!

No.

No! No. No! No.

I wouldn't have believed it, him dying like that

just 'cause of a curse.

Maybe the curse had some help.

Turn him over.

A knife.

No one here threw a knife.

Come on out of there!

The next one goes into the wagon.

He was in there all the time.

You would not wait for my curse.

Your curse?

You're not certain who killed our son,

how could I be certain of your curse?

Marco's sash.

What about the law in this?

He was executed according to Gypsy tribal law.

None of our business.

You will not be troubled by us anymore.

You will not see us again.

I still want to go with you.

Shezoe.

Please, take me!

Shezoe!

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' ♪