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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!

Dependin' on where you come from,

you call steers brush splitters,

cactus boomers, critters,

rawhides, scalawags,

or vacas.

The drovers whose job it is to get 'em where they're goin',

call 'em beeves.

I'm one of those drovers.

We've been pushing this herd for almost 500 miles,

and it's still nearly twice that

to Sedalia, Missouri.

My name's Gil Favor, trail boss.

How's it look up ahead?

Fine. Plenty of good grass and water.

Say, Pete...

Funny lookin' wagon.

Especially out here.

Seen 'em before, but usually they're with

a big wagon train headin' west.

Well, maybe they took the wrong turn.

Yeah.

That sure is a strange sight.

Last time I seen jaspers dressed like that driving,

they was drivin' a hearse.

You and your flat mouth.

They was?

The main thing if you want a good rope

is start with a skinny cow,

one that's died in poverty.

That way you don't get a hide full of fat.

Nothing but glue. That's what you want.

Anything stirrin'?

Nothing but the wind in the willows.

Want me to fix you something to eat?

No.

Where's Mushy?

I sent him down the stream to do the dishes.

Has been gone an awful long time, though.

Maybe he fell in.

Boy, you ever seen anything like that before, Mushy?

I ain't even sure I'm seein' it now.

Consommé is excellent, Francois.

Merci, monsieur,

but the consommé was better in Louisiana.

How many did we sell for dinner?

Sixty? Eighty?

Yes, but that was before the war.

Everything was better then.

Jonah, you think I made a mistake?

It is not for me to say, sir.

Oh, yes. Heh.

I should not have come to America.

I should not have brought money with me.

And I should not have put my money on a losing cause.

Yes, sir.

You obeyed your heart, monsieur.

That is what counts.

I don't expect any visitors.

You don't have to announce me.

Mrs. Bradley.

Sit down.

Are you surprised that I'd follow you?

I still have that letter, Mr. Laurier.

Well, why don't you let me see it, then?

And have you destroy it,

the only evidence there is that my husband is not dead?

But we were over all that before.

Yes, your way.

But what other way is there?

A new way.

Mine.

And what is that way?

When I came to you in San Antonio...

Mrs. Bradley,

you have no right to believe

that your husband is alive.

It is four years now

that I've sent him and my prisoners of war

back to the Union army.

I believed you then.

Now you don't believe me?

I believe your prisoners never reached the Union army.

But you are right, Mrs. Bradley.

They never did reach them.

But neither did my men that guarded them.

You see, there were still some Southern units around,

that never did accept surrender.

They turned into raiders.

And I believe they were the ones that attacked and killed him.

I believed you before.

Now I know better.

Better?

She ain't healthy to have around with that gun in her hand.

Now, Mr. Teddy, you don't ask people with a gun...

to quit what they're doin'.

Perhaps this will help you remember

what really happened to my husband.

Sorry, ma'am.

Now, look, I don't know the right or wrong of this thing...

What's goin' on?

We rode in to take a look at this camp, boss,

and all of a sudden the shootin' started.

This lady plugged that jasper

and was gettin' ready to plug this one

when I took the gun away from her.

I don't know if she had good cause or not,

but I didn't wait to find out.

Is Jonah badly hurt, Francois?

No, monsieur.

Well, that's good.

Is there anything

me and my men could do to help?

No, sir, I...

I wish you wouldn't think too harshly about Mrs. Bradley.

She's a good woman, only a mistaken one.

She absolutely refuses to believe

that her husband is dead.

Oh, uh, my name is Victor Laurier.

Gil Favor.

I'm a cotton planter.

My plantation is right beyond those mountains.

I just come back from delivering a shipment of cotton

to San Antonio.

While I was there, Mrs. Bradley looked me up

to ask me about her husband.

He was one of my prisoners.

Prisoners?

Yes, he was a Union officer.

I was in charge of a prisoner-of-war camp.

If it's strange to you

that a Frenchman should side with the South...

Oh, you don't owe me any explanation, Mr. Laurier.

I prefer you to think

that I'm not being unkind to a lady.

When the war ended,

there were 27 prisoners left in my camp.

I sent 'em east.

Never got there.

They never did. That's right.

Nor did my men.

My husband is still alive.

I wish I could believe that, Mrs. Bradley,

'cause then I could believe too that my son was alive.

Your son?

He was one of the three guards.

I didn't know.

Of course you didn't.

I'll go now.

Uh, Mrs. Bradley,

it's getting late.

Why not spend the night at our camp?

Thank you.

It would give me pleasure if you would dine with me, sir.

Mm. Thank you, but I've already eaten.

Francois.

I'm not hungry.

Well, you could at least have a cup of coffee, ma'am.

Won't do you any harm.

No, thank you.

I fixed you a bed in the supply wagon,

Mrs. Bradley.

Thank you just the same,

but I'm leaving now.

Now?

I know my husband is alive.

I also know that Laurier is lying.

I'll drive to Fort Stockton. I think they'll be able to help.

Mrs. Bradley, you can't leave this time of night alone.

Oh, you needn't worry about me.

I couldn't sleep anyway.

I thought I could manage Laurier alone,

but I was wrong.

Mrs. Bradley,

I don't mean to butt in...

A lot of women have had to face the fact

their men weren't coming back from the war.

Other women didn't get a letter from their husband

four years after he was supposed to have died, Mr. Favor.

- A - letter with no postmark,

slipped under the door at night,

as though whoever delivered it was afraid to do it.

Mrs. Bradley.

Oh.

Thank you.

Buzzards?

Yeah, I can see they're buzzards.

She didn't stop here in the daytime.

Yeah, why not?

Well, she wouldn't come so close to this cliff.

Hey, Pete.

I think she's down there.

You know, I still think she was murdered.

You got anything to go on for thinking that?

Well, what else could've happened?

Could've been an accident, just what it looked like.

I looked around up there for tracks. There was none.

Well, it's all rock up there.

What the heck do you expect to find?

There wasn't any sign of a struggle.

Nothing to indicate a murder.

Besides, we're not a law-enforcement outfit.

We got a herd to move.

Pete, Scarlet, go up there and pick the horse and buggy up.

Let's get back to work.

Mr. Favor.

Mm-hm?

You ain't sure about that, are you?

What?

About that bein' an accident.

What difference does it make if I'm sure or not,

if there ain't nothing I can do about it?

Oh, I'm just askin'.

Well, ask me questions I can answer.

He's kinda upset.

Well, she is a nice woman.

Oh, how would you know?

Well, I seen her last night, didn't I?

You saw her shoot at one man and threaten to shoot another.

Well, it's something any nice woman might do.

You got a peculiar notion of what makes a nice woman.

Well, every man's entitled to his own opinion.

Yeah, but you're only part entitled.

Why?

'Cause you got a boy's brain and a man's body.

Now, come on. Let's get back to the wagon.

Yes, sir, Mr. Wishbone.

Kinda upset too, ain't you?

Hey, Pete, do you hear that?

Hear what?

Listen.

Come on.

Give me a hand, will you, Pete?

Well, he don't look too good, Mr. Favor.

What's wrong?

Oh, hunger and thirst, I guess.

You ever see a back like that?

Whoever used the whip

wasn't worried about whether he lived or not.

Here's some soup, Mr. Wishbone.

Somebody hold him up.

Now, the best thing for a man in your condition, mister,

is some good hot soup.

That's better.

Then Mrs. Bradley did have something to go on.

Remember, Mr. Favor,

it's been four years since the war's ended.

And remember, I was in Laurier's prison camp

two years before that.

Six years.

Twenty-seven other prisoners with me then.

Seventeen now.

Major Laurier felt that the war

should have gone on and on and on.

I think

when the South surrendered,

Laurier went insane.

Well, I think we oughta do something about this.

Yeah.

You take Mr. Somers to Fort Stockton.

Tell the federal authorities about it.

All right.

Won't be that simple.

Laurier's plantation is in a valley.

Its approach is well guarded.

If the federal troops are seen,

Laurier will kill and bury

all his prisoners

before the troops get there.

You sure there's only one approach?

I don't know.

They kept us very closely confined.

When I broke out,

it was night.

I... I...

I couldn't see anything.

Well, there must be another way of gettin' into the valley

without arousing Laurier's suspicions.

One way.

What's that?

My going back there.

What do you mean?

Were any of you an officer

in the Confederate army?

Yeah, Mr. Favor was.

Suppose you take me back to Laurier

as your prisoner.

You mean, side with Laurier?

Yeah.

That's right.

What reason would I have

for bringing you back there?

You could tell him that you,

a Confederate officer under Lee,

could never believe the terrible things

that I told you about another Confederate officer.

You... You would be bringing me

back to face him,

so that he could prove

that I was a liar.

Supposin' he doesn't care to prove it?

Well, if you could

let him think that you were on his side,

he might let you go.

Still, he might shoot you

on sight.

There's no telling

what such a man would do.

It's a risk.

It's up to you.

I'd have to turn you over to him.

He wouldn't take your running away very kindly.

Mr. Favor,

when your men found me,

it might've looked as if I was running away.

I wasn't.

So Lord help me, I wasn't.

I was trying to go for help.

I didn't know where to find it.

I didn't even know

if there was help to be found.

That's why I escaped.

To find somebody,

not to run away.

Mr. Favor,

those other prisoners and me,

we could hardly stay alive any longer

in that horrible place.

If I can

help them get out...

I'll crawl back into there.

Six years.

You'd better get a good night's sleep.

Hm.

Hyah!

Shouldn't be gone more than two, three days.

If I'm not back in three days,

let the federals at Fort Stockton

know all about it.

Keep 'em movin'. All right.

All right, move 'em out, Wish.

What are you doin' with them reins?

I was just holdin' 'em for you.

Yeah.

Look, Mr. Somers,

you can still go back to Fort Stockton

and be safe there.

Pete and I could still go into the valley,

and find out what we can.

You won't get very far.

You sure you wanna go?

I'm sure I don't wanna go,

but let's go.

Far as I know, it's the only way in.

You're right.

Half dozen men could hold up an army.

Well, no use waitin'.

Breen.

Well, look who's back.

Mr. Somers.

Lookout post.

Is that bad aim or a warning?

No, they want us to stop and wait.

Wait here.

Keep an eye out. I'll find out what they want.

It's my job asking, mister.

I don't mind that,

but I'll do my answerin' to Mr. Laurier.

I'll take your guns.

I said I'll take your guns.

Nice to have you back,

Mr. Somers.

This way.

This way.

It's nice to see you again, Mr. Favor.

You too, Mr. Somers.

Mr. Garrett,

give those guns back to my guests,

and help Mr. Somers from his horse.

Troops.

They'll kill me.

Kill me.

Do I look like a violent man to you?

Why, no, Mr. Laurier.

Take Mr. Somers to his room.

They'll kill me.

They'll kill me, I tell you.

They'll beat me to death.

Poor Mr. Somers. He...

He's very sick.

Will you join me, gentlemen?

Oh, uh, this is Pete Nolan, our scout.

Mr. Laurier.

Glad to meet you, sir.

Nice to meet you, Mr. Laurier.

Francois, a nice welcome drink for our visitors.

Oui, monsieur.

Gentlemen, have a seat.

If you don't mind,

what exactly did poor Mr. Somers tell you?

Well, he had quite a fantastic tale

to tell us.

Couldn't completely discount it

because of the, um, condition that he was in.

He said that you were keeping prisoners here,

forcing them to work as slaves,

and that they were all Union officers

who had been prisoners of war.

Mr. Somers is telling the truth.

You mean you are keeping prisoners here?

No, only one. Mr. Somers himself.

Why him?

I have a brother, Mr. Favor.

He fought with me on the side of the Confederacy.

Soon as the news of the war reached France,

he joined me.

During the last year of the war,

he was captured.

He's still a prisoner in Washington.

Oh. Why would they still be holding him?

As a hostage.

Hostage for what?

For me.

I've very honored, but you see, they consider me what they call

"a very important war criminal."

They would very much like to lay their hands upon me.

Well, what good is holding Mr. Somers

going to do you?

Oh, I have something to offer in return

for my brother's freedom.

Mr. Somers is a very important man himself.

He was a private general.

Tell me, sir.

Why did you bring Mr. Somers back to me?

Well, I fought for the South myself.

I... I couldn't believe

that a Southern officer

was capable of what Mr. Somers accused him of.

I wanted to give you every chance to explain.

Thank you, sir.

Well, now that you've heard my explanation,

what are you going to do?

No... There's nothing to do.

Forget the whole thing and get back to our herd.

Besides, I would hate to see such an important man

falling into the hands of Yankees.

Thank you again, gentlemen.

Oh, here are your refreshments.

By the way, the Sedalia Trail

is quite some distance away from here.

You must be tired.

I'd like you to have dinner with me,

and I'd like you to rest for the night.

I'm afraid we don't have time for that.

I insist, please.

Well, in that case,

thank you.

Does any one of you play chess?

Mr. Favor's pretty good.

Some.

Well, then we might have

a nice little game tonight, huh?

Fine.

Upon occasion, brandy is better before dinner

than after.

Come in.

Oh, Mr. Favor, Mr. Nolan,

meet Mr. Anderson.

He's my overseer.

Could I see you alone, Mr. Laurier?

Of course.

Will you excuse me, please?

I imagine this must be

quite a change for you,

living out here after Louisiana.

It's lonely.

Ah, I can imagine that,

especially since your brother's gone.

I don't have a brother.

I'm sorry. I meant since he disappeared.

I never had a brother. I'm an only child.

What's that you're making, Miss Laurier?

Table linen.

What was that?

What?

I'd better go to my room now.

Somers? Could be.

You see anything?

No, it's too dark.

You like my chess set, Mr. Favor?

Oh, yes. Um, very fine ivory.

Yes, it's beautiful.

Shall we play a game, huh?

Fine.

Well, I guess we didn't find anything.

What do we do about getting back in that house?

Same way we came out.

No.

Heh. He's not in the house.

Are you sure?

He rode out at daybreak with those two drovers

to show 'em the plantation.

Why would he ride out with them?

Heh. To catch 'em.

More likely to make 'em catch themselves.

That sounds more like him.

How long do I wait?

Well, he should be back any time now.

I don't mean that. I mean for you.

You know I can't leave here.

Not yet.

You know it, and you keep making me say it. If you want...

I know you never will leave here.

You're afraid of my father, aren't you?

Not of him, not of anybody.

I, uh... I just came in to bring you some thread.

Well, gentlemen, I...

I hope you two enjoyed yourself as much as I hope my...

My guests enjoyed themself.

You know, Mr. Laurier, if your cotton wasn't so scrawny,

I'd have thought I was down in Louisiana somewhere.

Heh. If it weren't for a lost cause, so would I.

It's... It's short fiber, but quite resilient.

To think of it, a scant few years ago,

there was nothing here but desolation.

Now there is a plantation.

From this to this...

to this.

I just made a quarter of a million dollars.

Well, you've convinced me I'm in the wrong business.

Me too.

You have enough thread, Miss Laurier?

For a week. Thank you, Mr. Anderson.

Would you like to freshen up, gentlemen?

Why, yes. Thanks.

Miss Laurier.

Odette,

the next time you need some thread,

send a servant.

I don't like secret meetings.

And I don't like a lot of things here.

Laurier forgot to show us one thing.

Yeah, that cotton gin Somers was telling us about.

Yeah, even if he got the gin hidden away,

you got to have power of one kind or another to run it.

Well, most cotton gin's run by steam, I think.

That'd mean burnin' wood,

and I ain't seen any smoke.

Well, he can't do it by hand.

Come in.

Uh, dinner is to be served in a few minutes, monsieurs.

I brought you enough water?

Oh, sure. I'm fine.

Merci.

Merci.

Enough water.

Remember that stream I ran across last night?

Yeah.

I know if you need power, you can run a mill that way,

so, uh...

So why not a cotton gin?

Well, they dammed it up here to feed that plume over there.

There they are. Laurier's prisoners.

Yeah.

Let's get a better look. Wait a minute.

Gettin' closer to them caves

ain't gonna be easy.

Well, guards won't be looking for anybody

to come into the caves,

so they'll just be trying

to stop 'em from leaving.

Yeah, we can manage it.

I guess you're right.

Ah, slaves all right.

I'd like to go in there and tear that place apart.

Ah, let's see if we can find a way into this valley.

Ain't covered by guards.

Somers.

Morgan.

You better get away from me.

If the guards spot you talking to me,

they'll go to work on you too.

What brought you back? Did they find you?

No, they didn't find me.

All those months we spent

working out a way to get you loose.

What did you do? Come back?

I came back to help.

How could you help here?

Morgan,

the reason I came back

is because there is a chance to help.

Two drovers are trying to...

Just what are you two up to?

He was in pain, and I was just trying to...

Supposin' you just get back to where you was.

A pass and no guards.

Sure a hard one to find.

If the federal troops can get through it.

Let's head back to Fort Stockton.

No, don't forget what Somers said.

Laurier suspects anything's wrong,

he can kill and bury all the evidence.

And we'd better show up for supper.

I guess you're right.

Monsieur.

No, thanks. I'll stay with these makins.

No, thanks.

Odette, you must be tired, darling.

Yes, father.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night.

Well, did you have a pleasant walk this afternoon?

Very good.

Yes, it's a... It's a charming place.

It's a pity

I'll have to leave it soon.

Where are you going?

Oh, to France, I suppose.

With the load of money I have accumulated, I...

I'll go back

and live there like a gentleman.

Oh, what about your brother?

My brother?

The one that's being held prisoner in Washington.

I have no brother, Mr. Favor.

Maybe I misunderstood you.

No, you didn't misunderstand.

I lied to you.

Why?

Well, I... I suppose to avoid unpleasantness.

Besides, did you ever believe me?

I had no reason not to.

See? Now you're trying to avoid unpleasantness.

In any case, I hope you had a nice day.

Uh, very nice.

That makes me very happy.

And now we'd better get back to our herd.

No, gentlemen. Now...

Now you'll be shot.

Keep your hands off your guns, gentlemen.

You don't think you ever deceived me, do you?

I had you followed all the time.

Perhaps you are wondering why I don't put you in the cave

with the others.

If you were Northern trash,

I would.

But you are Southerners.

You deserve a decent fate.

Mr. Anderson, take charge.

All right, let's go.

All right, hold it.

This is far enough.

Our drovers know where we are.

They'll be comin' after us.

They'll never get into the valley.

You don't know our drovers, mister.

Shut up.

All right, get out.

I'm a soldier...

I used to be.

Not an executioner.

Can't promise you anything.

I ain't askin' for any promises.

How long you been here?

Long enough.

Go back to the house. Tell him.

See if I care.

Why did you let them go?

Because I'm sick of what I am.

Sick of what I been doing for the last six years.

That a good enough reason for you?

Get over to that tree.

Put it down.

Somers in here?

Somers? Who are you?

Where's Somers?

Mister, take him.

These are the men, the drovers I told you about.

We've only got three rifles.

What about the guards?

Taken care of 'em except this one.

You better tie him up.

Oh, we finally found a pass

for the federal troops to come through,

but no time for that now.

I'm afraid you're gonna

have to fight your way out.

Hey! Hey! Hey!

No, there's no time for that.

Break it up.

Run while you can. Let's get outta here.

I thought you'd gone to bed, Odette.

I wasn't sleepy.

Where are the guests?

Doesn't matter.

They won't return.

Did everything go all right, Mr. Anderson?

Didn't go at all.

I gave you my instructions, didn't I?

Yes, you gave me your instructions.

I didn't follow 'em.

But I heard the two shots.

I fired 'em in the air.

You lost your mind.

I lost my mind years ago.

Maybe now I just found it again.

You know what's going to happen?

Those drovers, they are going to call in the federal troops.

And when they get here,

they won't find any trace of a prisoner.

Nor will they find a trace of you, Mr. Anderson.

Where are you going?

What difference does it make where a dead man goes?

Father.

I want you to go to your room.

You've come to the end of telling people what to do.

I still have enough men that follow me.

Not enough men, father.

There are others. Men who hate you.

The prisoners are coming here.

And I don't think they'll even bother to knock.

I have to call the guards.

These guests you'll receive without guards.

Odette, I said I want you to go to your room..

Why don't you use your money now?

Give it to the prisoners.

I will not be spoken to in this way.

How do you think those men are gonna speak to you?

Those men you've kept caged up for six years

and tortured and beaten.

Mr. Anderson,

I'm going to shoot you

for a traitor.

Go ahead.

I'm sorry, Miss Laurier.

My father died many years ago.

You probably won't believe it,

but he was a fine man once.

Anderson,

I'll have to let 'em know about it at Fort Stockton.

It's over.

Is there a Bradley here?

Mr. Bradley,

I'd like to talk to you.

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!