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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 always thought a trail drive would be

an exciting life full of adventures.

Well, maybe it will be when I'm a real drover.

But right now, I don't seem to be too important.

All my adventures are peeling potatoes and carrying water

or washing pots and pans

and itching Mr. Wishbone's back when it scratches.

Well, I'm the cook's louse for Mr. Favor's trail drive.

The men call me Mushy because...

Well, I guess maybe because it's my name.

Mushy!

Mushy!

All right, you jaspers, here's the mail.

- Yay, mail! Come on. - Get the... Wait a minute.

I gots a letter. Come on, Rowdy, let me have it.

Get away from me. - Give us the mail.

You're acting like a bunch of animals.

Just once.

Just once what?

Just once, I wish I'd get a letter, Mr. Wishbone.

Oh, what would you do with a letter?

Mr. Favor.

He isn't making that much of a mailman.

Favor.

Mr. Favor.

Scarlet.

Eh, Scarlet.

Charles.

Ah. W-Wait a minute, will you?

What are you doing? Noticed you've opened yours.

I'll get you one.

About time.

"Mr. H. Mushgrove

"the Third,

Sedalia Trail?"

Mushgrove?

That must be Mushy.

Hey, Mushy, you got a letter.

Well, come on, don't you want it?

Like Mr. Wishbone says, you mighty well tell I want it,

Mr. Rowdy. Thank you. Now, how about that?

I waited in town two days to get this mail,

and Mushy's the only one who bothered to thank me.

Ain't nothing to be ashamed of, boy.

Lots of people can't read.

Would you read it for me Mr. Wishbone?

"Dear Harkness."

Harkness Mushgrove?

"After all these months, I finally found out

"what you were doing. I suppose it is normal

"for boys to run away from their family

"at least once in their lives. But what kind of a boy is it

who joins a cattle drive?"

Uh, "At any rate, I love you and forgive you

"and I am taking a stage to Owen's Mills

"so that when you reach there, I will be ready

"to take you away from all of those nasty cows

and bring you home. Love, Mother."

Uh, I ain't through yet.

If I don't find you at Owen's Mills,

I'll keep right on until I catch up with you."

What's a P.S., Mr. Wishbone?

Oh, well, it's uh,

something you gotta mind, like your Ps and Qs.

Ps and Qs? Uh, what do I do with them now?

Well, you got nothing to worry about.

We was at Owen's Mills a month ago

and your mother wasn't there.

Well, you heard my ma's P.S.

She'll find me if she has to walk all the way.

Well, I guess some boys

just shouldn't leave their mamas, Mushy.

Or some mamas shouldn't leave their boys.

All right, you've got other things to do.

All of you. If you've finished eating,

get out and relieve the noon hawks.

Would you give me a chance to prove

I can handle the steers, Mr. Favor?

How many times have you asked that, Mushy?

This time it means a lot, Mr. Favor.

Your mother?

Yes, sir.

You wanna work full time at driving cattle, huh?

You won't regret it, Mr. Favor.

I think.

You're really sure?

Yes, sir.

Well, I'll see if Wishbone can do without you

for a little while.

Wishbone?

Yeah?

Think you could do without Mushy for a while?

Mr. Favor, do you think I could do

without a wart on the end of my nose? Why?

Well, he wants to try his hand at driving cattle.

Well, get himself killed.

If that's what he wants, I can work him to death.

Then you'd have to do without him anyway, wouldn't you?

All right, go on, get yourself killed.

I can get more done without you. Thank you, Mr. Wishbone.

But somebody's gotta help me with them dishes.

The men will all take turns.

All right.

Hey, Mushy. Is Mama's Boy planning on riding out

to see his mommy?

Scarlet.

Yeah, boss.

Mushy's gonna try his hand at droving.

And you're the one that's gonna stay with him

till he gets the hang of it.

And see that he doesn't get hurt.

Oh, no.

Oh, yes.

Yes, sir.

I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm dying to see

if what hatched Mushy is really human.

Don't think maybe Mushy's ma has two heads, huh, Wish?

Probably has. Must have scared old Mushy

plumb stiff when he was a baby.

I can see her now, come riding into camp,

shoot old Mushy out with a shotgun.

Yeah, you mean an apron string, don't you?

I'll bet she weighs 200 pounds and is as old as Methuselah.

Should be in Clarington tonight.

Oh, I can hardly wait to see my boy.

It's been a long time

I wonder if he'll recognize me.

Ah, Grandma, you know you've always looked 75 years old.

I hope he got my letter

or he wouldn't know I'm coming.

Such a wonderful boy. I wish he hadn't left home.

We used to have such wonderful times together.

Playing tiddlywinks?

You've been awfully quiet, Mrs. Mushgrove.

Have I? Ah, that's just because

you ain't given nobody else a chance to talk, Grandma.

The lady's name is Mrs. Laker, young man.

And I suggest you show her the proper respect,

or else.

Or else what?

I personally shall slap your face.

You?

Would you like another, or else?

I was only joking.

Mrs. Laker, she knows I was only joking, don't you, ma'am?

I bet your son would beat the daylights

out of him too, wouldn't he?

I doubt it.

Better not try it.

If he'd slap my face, he'd be a dead man.

He'd be another notch on my gun.

All it takes to make a notch on a gun

is a sharp knife.

Eighteen men and 18 boot hills

can testify to my notches.

We'll ask 'em.

All right, throw down your guns.

Well, I never thought I'd see a holdup

let alone be part of one.

Well, aren't you going to save us, tough man?

All right, thrown your guns out and come on out after them.

All right, didn't you hear what I said?

I can't move.

I got a busted leg.

Let's have your purses, ladies.

Get up. Come on, get up.

Give me yours.

Hey, that looks like gold.

That's my son's picture. I forbid you to touch it.

Why, you...

You take your hands off me.

We were supposed to ride tandem, keeping an eye on each other.

Taking on your overflow stuck us with the heaviest load.

We couldn't go any faster.

Thought for a minute Mrs. Mushgrove had 'em stalled.

Handled herself mighty brave.

Did everything but bite one of them.

Might not have been too smart.

How far are you going, Mrs. Mushgrove?

Well, I'm trying to catch up with my son,

who's on a cattle drive somewhere around here.

Your son on a cattle drive?

Yes, I missed him at Owen Mills, but I thought maybe

if I got to Clarington, I could look for him from there.

On the hill back there, I saw a lot of dust up ahead.

Could have been your son's cattle drive.

Good. Then I can get to him from here.

Now, there must be a ranch house or a farm somewhere near here.

Would you please take me there so that I can rent a buggy?

Oh, well... Well, I have my route,

and the stage company has their rules.

And what's its rule

about protecting passengers in holdups?

Uh, well, the sheriff will need you

to help identify the men.

You mean the sheriff won't take your word for it,

if he ever catches them?

Now, do you take me,

or do I walk?

All right, we'll take you.

Good for you.

Go ahead. I'll follow.

Hey.

What are we stopping here for?

We gotta find that woman.

What for?

If she identifies you,

the law is gonna find us.

You're gonna kill her?

Unless you wanna marry her.

Yeah, what for?

Maybe we just ought to kill you.

That way we won't have to worry about you being recognized.

Right, Crown?

We're going to Clarington to pick up that woman.

You're getting it, Mushy.

Thanks to you, Mr. Scarlet.

How's it going, Mushy?

Well, just fine, Mr. Favor.

Good. We'll be making night camp here.

You better come on in.

I'd like to stay a while longer.

The more practice I get before my ma comes

the better I'll look in front of her.

Boss, I think he's ready to try it alone.

Well, let's find out.

Don't forget what I learned you.

Get up. Hey.

Hey, get up. Hey. Hey.

Whoa.

Wait a minute, horse.

Stop.

Wait, whoa. Wait, whoa!

Whoa.

Where are you going, horse?

Stop.

Come on, horse. Stop.

Young man.

Who on earth taught you to ride like that?

Harkness.

Hi, Ma.

Harkness.

Ah.

Come, I'll help you up.

I'll get your hat.

Well, what happened after that?

Well, then he got up in the saddle

and looked around, just like he's a trail boss.

Hollers, "Head 'em up, move 'em out."

Just who is in charge here?

Gil Favor, ma'am.

Mr. Favor,

do you really think it wise

to send a boy to do a man's work?

Apparently not.

You realize my son might have been killed?

You mean, you're his mother, ma'am?

Yes, sir, I am.

Were you really so short-handed?

Please, Mr. Favor,

tell her how mean those steers can be.

Yeah, uh... Could have happened to any of us, ma'am.

Wishbone.

What's the matter with my cook's louse?

He was unsaddled trying to turn a steer.

I succeeded in stopping his horse.

Your cook's what?

Oh, just a trail term, ma'am.

Quince, get me some blankets and hot water.

Come on out of there.

Now, what's the matter with you? I'm dizzy.

As if I didn't know.

Come on, get him in here.

Now, lie down here and let me take a look.

Well, you're just gonna have to wait for supper.

This is gonna take quite a lot of doctoring.

Is it serious?

Well, no, on second look, it's...

Most of the doctoring's just gonna be scrubbing.

Uh, brain scrubbing, that is.

Well, I'll be very happy to start the dinner.

Lady, you know what you're getting into?

I think so, and I'm sure all of these men

are as hungry as my boy is.

All right. We're having stew.

The makings are over there at the chuck wagon.

Well, I'll get right to work.

Am I gonna be all right, Mr. Wishbone?

Yeah, I'm afraid so.

I don't even know if I can stretch out this treatment

till your ma finishes supper.

There.

Oh, I'll take that for you.

Well, Harkness, how do you feel now?

Oh, fine. It... It was my head. Nothing to worry about.

Good, then we can travel tomorrow.

But Ma, I meant it. I don't wanna go home.

Well, we won't have any arguments about it.

You're just not ready for a life like this.

That sure was good stew, Mrs. Mushgrove.

Thank you, Mr. Nolan.

I call it ragu. ROWDY: Ragu?

Ah, no wonder it's so good, with a fancy name like that.

Hm. What about it, Wishbone?

It is delicious, Mrs. Mushgrove.

Oh, well, there's nothing to fixing one meal.

Goodness, but I could never cook for all these men every day

the way you do.

Uh, Mrs. Mushgrove, I've been meaning to ask you

about your son, Harkness.

Now, it ain't any of my business,

but he kind of takes to this life,

and I think it would be better if you'd leave Mushy with us.

Mushy?

Oh, uh, heh,

kind of a trail term, ma'am.

Uh, but it is part of his name,

kind of squeezed down a bit.

Well,

as a widow, I have to decide things for myself,

and I think I know what's best for my boy.

Maybe, if he wants to, he can

try this again when he's grown up.

Well, now, I've been meaning to tell you about that too.

Now, Mushy takes an awful lot

of ribbing around here without any complaining.

Now, that's a sign of being grown up.

Yeah, Ma. I'm signed up to finish the whole drive.

If I hadn't come along this afternoon, you'd be dead,

signed up or no signed up.

We are going home.

Thanks, Mr. Wishbone, for trying.

Mr. Quince, can I have one of your cigars?

Huh?

Well, s-sure, Mushy.

Here, uh, let me light it.

Nothing like a good cigar after dinner.

Harkness, when did you take up smoking?

Well, drovers are great ones for playing jokes on each other.

Probably sneak some locoweed in this.

But which one of you?

Well, it was me.

Why you...

It's lucky for you my ma is around.

I don't wanna bloody your nose in front of her.

Nothing wrong with this.

It's real Virginia tobacco.

It's much too strong for you.

Pack up your things, Harkness. We're leaving

In the den of night?

That's right, Mrs. Mushgrove.

This is certainly no time to be starting off on a journey.

We could make you real comfortable

in the supply wagon, ma'am.

Well, that's very neighborly of both of you.

Very well, we can start at dawn.

And I'll go first to the farm where I rented the buggy,

and then the stagecoach stop can't be far from there.

Uh, well, then, I'll get your blankets.

You're very kind.

Good night, everybody.

Goodnight. Night.

I'm afraid we're gonna be needing a new cook's louse.

But it ain't any of you wants the job, right?

Like Wishbone says, you can mighty well tell we don't.

You see, Mr. Favor? Ain't everybody

can put up with Mr. Wishbone.

You're mighty well told.

Uh, please don't let her take me.

What can I do?

I don't know.

Please don't let her take me.

I ain't never been happier than I've been on this trail drive.

Well, the more I'm cussed at and the more I'm laughed at,

the more I feel like I belong.

I wish there was something we could do.

Maybe there is.

Maybe if something could happen to her, I could save her.

What do you want us to do, fight your mom, Mushy?

Oh, no. I don't want any of you to get hurt.

But... But if somebody she didn't know could take her away,

I could save her,

and she'd be so thankful,

she'd let me do anything I want.

Wh-What do you mean? T... Uh, take her away against her will?

M-Might work.

Yeah, 'fraid I couldn't go along with anything

that might be jeopardizing Mrs. Mushgrove.

Don't worry about that, Mr. Favor.

You shouldn't seen the way she saved me this afternoon.

Oh, don't remind me about that.

Mushy, I think you ought to be with your mother.

You ain't gonna stop thinking about it?

No.

Hey, I think I got an idea.

Suppose we hired a couple of fellows

and had one of them play like he's the sheriff.

Then take her in for questioning.

Questioning for what?

Say this fellow, where she got the buggy,

that he's accused of renting stolen property

and she's gotta go and identify him.

Or maybe they think that she was working with him, see?

Yeah, and... And they wouldn't have to scare her any

u-until Mushy got there. Then they'd pull off

their badges and say they're holding her for ransom.

Maybe for, uh, Mr. Favor's trail money.

And that... That's gotta be when Mushy comes in, huh?

How about that? Tsk.

Look, we ride on Mushy all the time, and he's willing to do

anything he can for us. We ought to help him.

If you think it'll work, and you make sure

that Mrs. Mushgrove don't get hurt, go ahead.

Well, uh, don't expect her to change her mind

after coming 600 miles to get him.

Well, she might.

I'll go back there where we watered the beeves

and hire a couple of men.

Just make sure that they don't come in

when everybody's sleeping. Uh, well,

I'll have 'em come in about daybreak

when Wishbone's cooking coffee.

I'm sorry that you don't seem very glad to see me,

especially since I traveled over half the country

to try and find you.

Well, Mother, you don't... You don't see Mr. Favor's mother

tracking halfway across the country to hold his hand,

saying, "Come on home, Sonny."

Well, now, Harkness, Mr. Favor's a grown man.

No, the time will come when you will thank me for this.

Really you will.

You'll realize it is for your own good.

Good night, son.

You go to bed too, now.

It's been quite a day for both of us, hasn't it?

Good night.

Whoa.

Oh, hello, son.

Oh, my.

Oh, it's so nice to see you.

Been a long time.

That woman.

She wasn't on the stage. What could've happened?

How it happened, she got off somewhere else.

There you are.

Mrs. Laker.

Yes? DRIVER: Come back for a minute.

The sheriff will wanna talk to all of you folks.

Thanks, Mrs. Laker. I'll get the sheriff right away.

I hired a couple of fellows. Gave them five dollars apiece.

They're coming to take your ma. They'll be here in an hour.

What do I do? Well, they're taking her

to that old mining shaft up in the hills there,

a couple of miles. Now, there's a bunch of old mines up there,

but you can't miss this.

It's marked the Zentner Mining Company.

I made this sketch, so as you won't miss it.

Zentner.

Did you get big fellows so it'll look good?

Big enough.

You gotta be convincing.

Oh, I'll be convincing, Mr. Nolan.

All right. After they leave,

you give them about 15 minutes, then you follow 'em.

They're gonna tell her that they're not lawmen,

just before you get there.

What do I say?

Well, it don't matter what you say,

just be strong.

Just bust in there and say,

"Let go of my ma."

I told the smallest fellow

to jump you and give you a fight.

You'll struggle for a while, then he'll let you win.

Well, what about the other one?

Well, he's just gonna stand by

and keep an eye on your mother

so she doesn't run away.

Aren't I gonna fight him too?

Well, now, let's don't overdo it.

After you knock the first one out, pick up your gun,

and aim it at the other fellow.

And he'll act surprised and drop his gun.

Gosh, Mr. Nolan, I sure appreciate this.

Well, it's all right, Mushy.

You just get some rest and be ready to mix it with them

in the morning, huh?

Okay.

Get down, kid.

We ain't at the herd, yet.

Well, we can find 3,000 head of cattle by ourselves.

Get down.

But that's what you brought me along for.

No, we brought you along to get you out of Clarington.

Oh, now, mister, you got me wrong.

I'm on your side.

I'd like to throw in with a bunch like you.

You would?

Please, mister, you got me wrong.

I'd like to be one of you guys.

I ain't never gonna tell.

That's right.

I done everything you asked me to do.

What can a man do for you and live?

Not be in the wrong place at the wrong time, kid.

The kid was right. There she is.

There's only one old man with her.

We could take her easy.

There's one old man

and some 20 drovers.

Yeah.

Wouldn't do us any good to rush 'em, huh?

There are 20 drovers now.

They're gonna get up in a little while.

They're gonna eat their breakfast and they're going out

to take their spots 'round the herd.

Then it'll just be her and the cook, and we, uh...

Yeah, that's right. Now, how did you figure that out?

What you don't understand is that Harkness is...

Well, he's different.

Oh, he's a good boy. I don't mean that.

But he is slower than most.

I know many who are full-grown at 17 or 18

but with Harkness

it'll take until he's 30, likely.

Would this be Martha Mushgrove?

Why? Well, we have to take her

to identify a man accused of renting out stolen goods.

You Mrs. Mushgrove?

I am.

You, uh, rented a buggy recently, didn't you?

I did.

Well, it was stolen.

Come with us, Mrs. Mushgrove.

Here, now, sheriff.

Well, I know you got a job to do,

but let's be a little more friendly about it.

Mrs. Mushgrove isn't any criminal.

Thank you very much, Mr. Wishbone.

I feel certain you won't let them take me.

Well, there isn't very much I can do about it, ma'am.

Uh, he's the law.

Come on, Mrs. Mushgrove, this ain't gonna take long.

Let's go. Now, you treat her gentle,

and bring her right back soon.

Hey, good job, Wish. I think it'll work.

Yeah, it was good play-acting.

Well, I almost... I'm still not liking this.

What? Ain't nothing gonna happen to her.

It's all set, ain't it? To go rescue my mother?

Wait, Mushy. You gotta wait till they get you ma up to the mine.

Uh, Rowdy, I think by the time he gets a horse saddled,

uh, it'll be time for him to go.

Uh, thank you, Mr. Nolan.

Thank you. Thank you.

Drop your guns.

You.

You think three of you are enough for one woman,

this time?

Shut up. Let's go.

All right for me to go now?

You won't be needing your apron, Mushy.

Oh.

Well. Oh, first mine on the south, up in the hills.

That's right. Now, you remember everything I told you.

Yeah, first mine on the south.

Uh, Zentner Mining Company.

That's right.

Good luck, Mushy. Go get 'em.

Here I go. PETE: All right.

Let go of my ma!

Let go of my ma!

Let go of my ma!

Let go of my ma!

Let go of my ma!

Let go of my ma!

Let go of my ma!

Let go of my ma!

Mother.

Mother.

Mother.

Mother.

Mother.

Mother.

Mother.

Mother.

Where are you, mother?

Where are you, mother?

Where are you, mother?

Where are you, mother?

I guess she ain't here.

She ain't here.

She ain't here.

Let go of my ma!

Let go of my ma!

Let go of my ma!

Let go of my ma!

Let go of my ma!

Let go of my ma!

Let go of my ma!

Let go of my ma!

Who's in charge? I am. Gil Favor.

I'm the sheriff from Farmington, looking for Martha Mushgrove.

What for?

I want her to look at some wanted posters.

Didn't she tell you she was on a stage that got held up?

Nope. She saw the face

of one of the men who did it.

Where is she?

Well, she'll be back in a little while.

Well, you may as well have some coffee while you're waiting.

We'll hold up in here. Get the horses inside.

Can you get off that by yourself?

My dear sir, I rode horses

before I was old enough to ride.

Hi!

You let me down.

Well, you're spunky, ain't you?

You're real spunky.

Hey.

You haven't got an ounce

of gentleman in you.

You let me down.

You're hurting my hand.

Let me down, you...

Put me down. You have no right...

This is no way to treat a lady.

Sit down! You... You...

Sit down!

What are you waiting for?

Three men with guns against one unarmed woman.

You planning to send for reinforcements?

Who were those men?

Men who sooner or later will catch up with you.

Lawmen.

They both wore badges, that's true.

What did they want?

That's none of your business.

Or maybe it is.

Taking quite a time for Mrs. Mushgrove to show up, ain't it?

I hope she's safe.

What do you mean, safe?

Well, it could be I ain't the only one looking for her.

They might want to grab her first and silence her.

Who's they?

Aren't... Aren't those the men you hired to help Mushy?

Yeah, it is.

What happened? Where is she?

What does it look like? Help me with Sam.

A gun butt cracked him on the skull

so hard he can hardly see.

All we was supposed to do was put up

a token fight against one boy.

Nobody said putting up a fight against three men.

What three men?

The three that jumped us

right after we left here.

What did they look like?

Wore masks.

When my head cleared, they was gone and she was gone.

Looks like the men you were after, sheriff,

already got to Mrs. Mushgrove.

Rowdy, take over.

Let go of my ma!

Let go of my ma!

Let go of my ma!

Let go of my ma!

This is where Mushy was supposed to go.

No sign of his horse around.

Could have been driven off.

Mushy!

Mushy!

Mushy! Mushy!

Mushy's been in there, all right.

There's no mistaking about his footprints.

All right, we'll spread out and comb these hills.

Quince, you try that one.

Are you going to bury me alive?

If you had a trace of mercy in you,

you'd shoot me first and let me die like a man.

Why, I'd never shoot a woman.

That's noble of you.

Extremely noble.

Let go of my ma.

Throw down your guns.

Don't try nothing.

Ow.

It's... I'm sorry.

Just stay right there.

Are you all right, mother?

Yes, Harkness, I'm just fine.

Look out.

I'm getting tired.

A-Ain't you forgetting I'm supposed to win?

I dont know who you think I am but I ain't.

That's it, boy.

Sure, uh, wish somebody would tell me who, what and why.

They held up the stagecoach.

And they're after me because I saw his face.

They aren't...?

You aren't...?

Mr... Mr. Nolan, he... He didn't promise you $5?

You held up the stagecoach?

Drag him in the back.

All right, you're coming with me.

Lay a hand on my mother?

I'll teach you so you'll never forget.

Get away from that post, eh? You wanna kill us all?

Throw down your guns and I'll let it go.

He's bluffing. He wouldn't bury his mother and himself.

You're forgetting, my ma and me, we ain't got nothing to lose.

All right, kid. I'm coming out with your mother.

Good for you, Harkness.

Give them a taste of their own medicine.

I can't... I can't hold it much longer.

Throw down your guns.

Hold out, kid. Don't let go.

Pick up the guns, Ma.

Show them gentlemen out fast.

You heard what my son said.

Now you move. All of you.

Now what do we do with them, Ma?

We've done it, son.

Gentlemen, I... QUINCE: Mrs. Mushgrove, uh,

I'm sure Mushy proved himself to be a pretty good man.

Well, even the sheriff said so, when he took

those men back to jail. He said it would

take quite a man to handle those three.

That's right, Mrs. Mushgrove. All the men

are awfully proud of the way your son's handled himself.

Look, you gotta let him stay, Mrs. Mushgrove.

I-I-I couldn't take this job more than one day.

No offense, Mushy.

Well, y-you wouldn't want him to break his word.

Now, he signed on in San Antonio to finish the drive in Sedalia.

Well,

you're all quite right.

It's been a lovely visit, Harkness.

Do you mean I can stay?

I've been trying to tell you that all morning,

but honestly, you men talk more than women do.

Uh, when are you leaving, Ma?

In just a few minutes. The sheriff told me

that I could get the stagecoach right in front of the farm

where I rented the buggy.

Harkness.

You've all been so kind to me.

Really, I enjoyed myself very much.

Well, really, it was our pleasure, ma'am.

And when you come home,

you bring Mr. Wishbone for a visit.

Oh, I'd be charmed, ma'am.

Of course, you're all invited, you know.

Any time at all, really. I'd love to...

Thank you. We'll do that. Thanks.

Well, I'll just, uh,

go get my bonnet and my parasol.

We'll help you.

Oh, I'll get your bags here, ma'am.

Yes, thank you.

Well, it looks like I'm stuck with you.

Ain't that just fine Mr. Wishbone?

Ah.

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' ♪