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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!

Oh.

Don't you have anything better to do

than just stand there?

Done enough for one day.

Buried Herb Anderson this morning.

I don't wanna hear about that.

Had to be done.

Talkin' about people dyin' upsets me. You know that.

Sorry.

Maybe you could do it better.

It always gives you pleasure to see me

makin' a fool of myself, don't it?

Just a rag, anyway.

I thought it was gonna be pretty.

All you know is whether a cow is pretty

or a steer is scrawny.

I always like whatever you wear.

I haven't had a pretty dress.

Ben?

Yeah?

Tell me about St. Louis.

We're gonna ride out to St. Louis

in our own carriage.

It's gonna be a spring...

No, no. I-I mean, right from the beginning.

Oh.

There's a trail boss comin' up to Sedalia.

His name is Favor.

He's got lots of money.

He's gonna ride up and he's gonna say,

"Ben Foley, you got cattle to sell."

And I'm gonna say, "That's right, Mr. Favor.

Two hundred head."

How much money's that?

Twelve hundred dollars.

Twelve hundred dollars.

And then he's gonna cut my herd in with his,

and he's gonna give me all that money in cash.

And what are we gonna do with that money?

The first thing we're gonna do is buy you a pretty new dress.

And then we're gonna buy

a carriage to ride out in.

Oh, and we'll ride all the way to St. Louis.

Yes, we will.

And we'll ride into town. It'll be a spring morning.

And we'll ride up and down the streets of St. Louis

until we find a house that's

beautiful enough for you to live in.

And we'll buy that house.

And we're gonna have servants.

And they'll wait on you hand and foot.

And we're gonna give parties.

Every night and twice on Sunday.

Oh, and I'll sing and dance and...

Go on, Ben.

Go in the house, Lucille.

Well, you haven't finished tellin' me about...

I said get inside.

The least you can do is ask me nice.

Hello, doc.

Hello, Ben.

Came as soon as I could.

Too late.

Yeah, I know.

I found Anderson's grave on my way.

I did what I could for him.

Wish you'd come in time.

Ah, Mrs. Miller was having twins in San Pecos.

Uh, what did Anderson die of?

Well, I'm not a doctor.

Looked like a fever.

Well, uh, did you notice anything peculiar

about the way he looked when he was taking sick?

He didn't look good.

Well, nothing more than that, huh?

No. No, nothing more than that.

Well, so long, doc.

Oh, uh, Ben.

You havin' any trouble with your cattle?

No.

Well, you bought 20 head from Tom Hunneker the other day.

What if I did?

Oh, well, it just seems a little strange, that's all.

You made a deal to sell your herd to the cattle drive

coming up to Sedalia, didn't you?

I have.

Well, it just seems a little peculiar

that you'd buy more cattle, that's all.

I promised the trail boss 200 head.

Well, you found yourself 20 short.

Why?

Look, doc, you're mixin' in cattle business.

I don't like it.

I'm mixin' in cattle business

because I'm a doctor, Ben.

I dug up that grave.

You dug up Herb Anderson's grave?

That's right.

You shouldn't have done that, doc.

Your business is healing the living,

not nosin' around the dead.

Are you tryin' to tell me what my business is?

Move over.

Now, look...

Now, drive on.

You didn't kill Anderson.

The same illness that killed your cattle

killed him.

Why don't you go back on the deal

you have with the trail boss?

The herd's only two hours drive to the south.

People around here made up a lot of jokes

when Lucille and I got married.

Jokes about her and jokes about me.

I didn't think any of them were funny.

Well, neither did I.

I know.

That's why I'm sorry to do what I have to do.

Lucille wants a lot of things,

things that cost money.

I'm gonna get that money.

That won't give you what you want or need.

Maybe.

At least I can try.

Drive on, doc.

♪ If a body ♪

♪ Meet a body ♪

♪ Comin' through the rye ♪

♪ If a body ♪

♪ Kiss a body ♪

♪ Need a body cry? ♪

♪ Every lassie ♪

♪ Has her laddie ♪

♪ None, they say, have I ♪

♪ Yet all the boys ♪

I found it.

Here's your doctor's kit, Mr. Wishbone.

Gonna have to set that shoulder, snap it back into place.

Help him sit up, Mushy.

You're gonna have to take some of this.

This is gonna hurt.

You should know not to waste good liquor like that.

You gonna set my shoulder or ain't you?

Oh, all right.

Just tryin' to make it easy on you.

Set my shoulder.

Think it's the pain making him act that way?

No, I think it's the whiskey.

What's wrong with the whiskey?

When Price signed on,

he told me to fire him

if he ever touched a drop.

Now, hold on.

Temperance being on a cattle drive, huh?

All right. Hang on, Price.

I'm hangin' on.

All right. Let him down, Mush.

You killed him.

I think.

You haven't got the brains of a full-growed idiot.

Hand me that whiskey.

No. No whiskey, Wish.

Well, how am I gonna bring him to?

Water.

You wanna make him real sick?

All right. Go get a bucket of water.

I'm looking for Mr. Favor.

That's me.

Oh, Ben Foley.

Oh, are you Mr. Foley?

This is Rowdy Yates, my ramrod,

and Pete Nolan, my scout.

I was expectin' you at the ranch about noon.

Well, one of my drovers ran into a little trouble.

Oh. I thought something of the kind might've happened.

Your herd ready to pick up?

Two hundred head.

Price your letter quoted was $6 a head.

That was the price I wrote you in San Antone.

It still is.

Now, um,

about a bill of sale...

I got a lawyer over in Emerson drawing one up.

Fine.

Uh, you think you're gonna live?

Yeah, I might make it.

If it ain't too late, I could ride into town tonight,

get the bill of sale signed.

You come over first thing in the morning,

pick up the cattle and the bill of sale.

That is, if you have the cash on you.

Oh, I got the cash.

My wife.

Pretty, ain't she?

Very pretty.

We've been married close to a year.

Say, uh, why don't you figure on having breakfast

with us tomorrow?

You'll get to meet her.

I'd like that.

Well, I guess I'll ride on

back into town, then.

See you later.

We'll camp here for the day.

Tomorrow morning, we'll go over and pick up Foley's cattle,

cut 'em into the herd.

That shoulder botherin' you?

I said your shoulder bothering you?

No, it's fine.

Well, that's good. You get a couple of days rest.

Yeah, I'll rest.

Lucille.

I'm here with the trail drive.

We're camped a few miles away. I...

I heard you were here. I...

I wanted to see you again.

Why?

Make sure you were all right.

You didn't wait to make sure I was all right

in San Antonio.

San Antonio, I was runnin'. I've been runnin' ever since.

Isn't this a little bit out of your way?

I wanted to make sure you were all right.

I'm married.

I'm Mrs. Foley.

My husband owns this ranch, and he owns a herd of cattle.

He's gonna sell it.

Then we're going to St. Louis,

and buy a big, beautiful house and entertain.

Yes, I'm all right.

You look just the same, like the last time I seen you.

That was over a year ago.

A lot of things change.

Some things don't.

You came to find out if I was all right.

Now, you found out.

W-why don't you ride outta here?

Why don't you look at me?

You expect me to sing and dance,

'cause I'm so happy to see you?

To see the man who shot me?

See the man who ran off

'fore he found out what he did to me?

Lucille, I was drunk.

You know how I am when I'm drunk.

I'm all right.

I'm better than all right.

I'm happy.

And I never want to see you again.

You never will.

Lucille, that's what the bullet did, didn't it?

Lucille, I didn't know. I didn't remember.

I was more drunk than I've ever been in my life.

I ran.

I thought you didn't wanna see me,

'cause I was crippled.

No. No.

I was afraid I might even have killed you.

Well, then you... You didn't stop loving me.

No more than I could stop breathing.

Frank, help me up.

I'm glad I got to see you once more.

Once more?

Yes, 'cause now you've got to ride outta here

and forget all about me.

No, I'm never gonna ride away from you again.

Yes, you are,

'cause I told you I'm married.

And I don't mind about my leg.

I'm... Well, I'm...

Well, go on. You go on. Tell me you're happy.

Yes, I am.

Goodbye, Frank.

I'm gonna go in.

I'm gonna go in my house and my husband's house...

and there's no place in it for you.

What are you gonna do?

Well, you know, I haven't had a drink since...

Since I left San Antonio.

What am I gonna do?

I'm gonna get myself good and drunk.

Hey, hello, Frank. What are you doin' here?

Did Mr. Favor let you come into town?

Got a beer?

Sure thing.

Thank you.

That'll be a nickel, mister.

How long's he been here?

He a friend of yours?

Yeah.

Another couple of drinks, and he's gonna need a friend.

Hm. I never seen him take a drink before.

Well, he's lappin' it up.

He's makin' up for a lot of lost time.

Oh, well. I guess that's his business.

Yeah.

You have those girls over there.

They're real friendly, aren't they?

You lookin' for some friendship?

Well, you know, I'm with a trail herd.

I ain't seen nothin' but cattle for a long time. Heh.

Take your drink over to their table.

I kinda think they'll say hello.

Yeah?

All right.

Playin' tricks on me.

Playin' tricks on me.

You people gotta stop playin' tricks on me.

Now listen, all of you.

I don't like people playing tricks behind me.

You think I don't know what's going on behind my back, huh?

Well, I do!

It's gonna stop.

You ain't foolin' me.

Frank, take it easy, will you?

What do you want?

Nothin'. Look, I...

I'm gonna have a drink with these girls over here.

You wanna join us?

Who are you?

What do you mean? You know who I am.

You'd like me to believe that, wouldn't you?

Uh...

I don't care what you believe.

You're not gettin' away that easy.

Look, you're drunk.

You got a gun. You better go for it.

Well, he ain't hurt bad.

He took it in the shoulder.

I better send one of the boys for the sheriff.

He oughta be locked up.

He needs a doc more than he needs the sheriff.

Yeah, he... He didn't hurt nobody.

I don't much care what you do with him.

Just get him outta here.

Help me take him over to the doc.

Maybe I better take him over to the doctor by myself.

Yeah, well, I think maybe I oughta go along with you.

I don't know. He looks like he might be coming to any minute.

If he does and sees you,

there's no tellin' what he might try.

Yeah.

Well, I'll tell you.

I'll be in the saloon, there,

if you need me for anything.

The doc'll patch him up.

I'll see you in the morning

when you come over to pick up my herd.

Oh, yeah. That's right.

You can pick up your friend the same time.

I sure wanna thank you, Mr. Foley.

You go back and finish your drink.

All right, I will. I'll see you in the morning.

Don't worry about him. I'll see he's taken care of.

You said three or four was comin'.

Yeah, most likely.

I hope they ain't too particular about their food.

Well, I been eatin' it for a year. I never complained.

Heh. You can't help yourself.

I won't have to cook in St. Louis, will I, Ben?

No, ma'am.

I won't have to set the table there.

Heh. I wanna get all the things put out,

so I don't have to move around too much

when the drovers get here.

You got time.

They ain't here yet.

What is the name of the man that shot you?

I don't remember.

Seems to me that's the one name you'd never forget.

Well, I did forget.

You know, I forget lots of things.

Did you ever see him after the shooting?

No.

Suppose you did.

Well, why should I?

He wouldn't be comin' around here.

You can't tell.

Supposin' he was to walk in. What would you do?

Well, I'd... I'd spit in his face and tell him to leave.

I wish you'd stop askin' these questions. I...

I don't like to be reminded.

Ah, the drovers are comin'.

I'll go out and meet 'em.

How does everything look, Ben?

Fine.

How do I look?

The way you're actin', somebody might think

you're expecting the governor of Texas.

Or somebody you're in love with.

Morning. Morning.

That breakfast I promised you is waiting inside.

Ah, I'm glad to hear that.

How's Frank?

Frank?

Yeah, Frank Price. I left him with you last night.

I wouldn't know how he is.

Why? Ain't he in there?

Rowdy told me about what happened last night.

I'm grateful to you for helpin' out.

I'm not sure you should be grateful, Mr. Favor.

Well, where's Frank?

Jail.

In jail for what?

Murder.

Murder? I left him with you la...

You... You were gonna take him to the doc's last night.

I took him over to Doc Morgan's.

The doc was patchin' him up when I left.

Well, then, who did he kill?

I was outside gettin' into my wagon.

I heard a shot.

Went back inside.

Price didn't have to fire the second shot.

The first one had killed Morgan.

Why would he want to kill the doctor?

Why'd he try to kill him?

Afraid we'll be passin' up that breakfast, Mr. Foley.

Let's get back to town.

I thought you said you were gonna fire Price

the minute you saw him?

Well, I ain't seen him yet,

so he ain't fired yet.

Till I do, he's still one of our men.

I wanna hear his story.

We'll be back to pick up the cattle as soon as we can.

I'm sorry about the delay.

I don't mind.

Your guests ain't comin'.

Why not?

They've got some chores to do in town.

Seems one of their people is being held for murder.

Well, Doc Morgan was killed last night.

I forgot to mention it before.

Doc Morgan? He was here yesterday.

Well, he's been here lots of times.

But you rode off with him.

And I heard a shot.

You're letting your imagination

run away with you.

Doc Morgan wasn't killed until last night.

In his own house.

By a drover.

Aren't you gonna ask me the drover's name?

Why should I?

I... I don't know any drovers.

Well, I'll tell you anyway.

His name was Frank Price.

Well, what do you remember, then?

Well, I went into the saloon.

I bought myself a bottle of whiskey.

I started emptyin' it.

I remember the first couple of drinks.

They felt good. That's all I remember.

You didn't start drinkin' till you came into town.

What did you do before that?

It's not important.

Look, Frank, do you wanna hang?

If I killed a man, sure.

All right. If you killed him.

Mr. Favor, I don't know. I...

Well, I could've killed him.

I could've killed him and not even known about it.

Well, you've got some back pay comin'.

You want me to hire a lawyer?

Yeah, might just as well.

Money isn't gonna do me any good where I am.

Hmm. So long.

Thanks for lettin' us see him, sheriff.

Well, from what I could hear, it didn't do much good,

for you or him.

Yeah.

Is there a lawyer in town?

Well, there was one. Fred Hunneker.

Got tired of starvin', took to ranchin'.

Got a spread close to Ben Foley's.

Good. We'll be goin' out that way.

Say, um, could you tell me what this, um,

Doc Morgan was like.

He's a good doctor, honest man.

I know what you're thinkin',

but he wouldn't have given your man

any cause to kill him.

If he killed him.

That's still gotta be proved, ain't it?

Trouble is, there ain't much time.

Uh, ain't much time for what?

Savin' your friend's neck.

The trial's tomorrow.

Mr. Favor.

When you see Fred Hunneker,

you can tell him something for me.

Yeah, sure. What?

Well, Doc Morgan's body was awful cold.

Awful cold when I found him last night.

Like he'd been dead for many hours.

How's Frank?

He don't remember most of what happened.

He does remember, he ain't tellin'.

Come on. We got no time to waste around here.

Where are we headin', boss? Foley's ranch.

We got 200 head of cattle to buy, brand,

and cut into the herd.

What about Frank?

He ain't goin' nowhere.

Yeah. This bill of sale seems to be all right.

It ought to.

Had a lawyer draw it up.

Sheriff told me there wasn't any lawyer in town.

That's right. There wasn't.

Yesterday there was, though.

Fella named Ponds.

Comes to Emerson once or twice a month,

to take care of the town's legal business.

Where's the Hunneker spread?

Oh, about a mile west of here. Why?

Was told he was a lawyer.

Well, used to be.

He ain't practiced law in years.

I don't think he'd be interested in taking your friend's case.

Well, I'll have to ask him anyway.

Pete.

I'm, uh, ridin' over to the lawyer's ranch.

Don't rush things here.

Well, what do you want us to do?

Oh, give the cattle a head count.

But don't start brandin' till I get back.

Then we'll count all four feet and divide by four.

That'll slow us down a little.

Yeah.

I haven't practiced law in years, Mr. Favor.

Besides, I'm not sure I'd be interested

in taking your friend's case anyway.

You got a reason for that?

I, uh... I saw him yesterday afternoon.

Oh, where?

Well, I'd been to town. I was riding back.

Your friend came ridin' up from the Foley ranch.

- I - passed him on the road.

Well, what does that prove?

Nothin'.

I saw his face, though.

It wasn't entirely sane.

Foley didn't mention anything

about Price's having been at his ranch yesterday afternoon.

Well, probably didn't know.

Say, what's Mrs. Foley like?

Very pretty girl.

She used to sing in saloons and stuff.

Keeps pretty much to herself, though.

I suppose the fact she's lame has something to do with it.

She wasn't always lame, you know.

What happened to her?

Ben told me once.

He met her in San Antone.

A drunken cowhand shot her by accident.

A drunken cowhand?

She ever mentioned his name?

Not according to Ben.

There was something the sheriff wanted me to tell you.

What's that?

When he got to Doctor Morgan's,

the body was cold.

Oh?

Interestin'.

You'll get paid for your services, Mr. Hunneker.

In fact, Price has got quite a bit of back pay comin'.

That ain't enough, I'll make up the difference.

Well, I don't need the money, Mr. Favor.

I just sold 20 head of cattle to Ben Foley

at a very nice profit.

I'm buyin' Foley's herd.

I know you are.

Why's he buyin' cattle from you?

I imagine he didn't have as many

as he'd agreed to deliver to you.

Why don't you ask Ben?

I'll do that.

First of all, though, I want a lawyer for Frank Price.

Mr. Favor, you've got one.

Mr. Favor, I-I don't know what you're talkin' about.

It isn't very hard to understand, Mrs. Foley.

Was Frank Price here yesterday afternoon?

Look, I-I'm a very busy woman.

I got lots of things to do.

I gotta cook and clean and...

Was Frank Price here yesterday afternoon?

I don't know any Frank Price.

He was seen here.

Who saw him? Ben?

Oh. So he was here, then.

How long was Frank here yesterday afternoon?

I don't know what you're thinkin', Mr. Favor.

I didn't even let him in this house.

He rode up like nothin' had changed.

He didn't realize I'm married now,

and my husband's gonna sell this ranch and...

And his cattle and he's gonna take me to St. Louis.

And we'll have a fine home and entertain people.

Is that what you told him?

Of course I did.

Is there any chance that your husband saw him here?

Hm. You're askin' too many questions.

Frank Price is slated to hang.

Why should that make any difference to me?

Sure,

I knew Frank Price.

And look.

This is what he did to me.

And then he rode away.

And I never saw him again until yesterday.

And yesterday, he didn't want to ride away,

but I made him.

Look at me, Mr. Favor.

Why should I care if he hangs?

I'm sorry, Mrs. Foley,

but whatever Frank Price did to you

doesn't make him guilty of Morgan's murder.

Even the sheriff doesn't believe he's guilty,

but he's only guessing.

Guessing what?

The sheriff says that the doctor

was dead for hours when he got to him.

And Frank Price hadn't been in town for hours.

Well... Well, why tell me that?

Frank Price needs all the help he can get.

He was drunk,

and there's some people who know

what drink does to Frank.

Goodbye, Mr. Favor.

Well, that's the third time

they've gone through that herd countin' heads.

It ain't as though they rushed the first two times, either.

Mr. Favor likes for us to be real careful

about these things.

Ha. Well, if he's this careful

about everything he does,

he ain't never gonna get that herd to Sedalia.

Not this year, anyway.

Well, this way...

Things are gonna move a little faster

now that he's here.

I hope so.

I wasn't planning on spending the winter

selling 200 head of cattle.

You finish the count yet?

Almost.

Good. Why don't you give 'em a hand?

Right.

You were over at the Hunneker ranch

quite a while, weren't you?

Oh, it didn't seem very long.

The direction you came ridin' up from, though,

was my ranch, not Hunneker's.

Well, I don't know the country 'round here very well yet.

I thought maybe it was because you did come from my ranch.

Why? Would that bother you?

Why should it?

Well, that finishes the count, boss.

There's 200 head, all right.

Ah, it's too late to start brandin' 'em today.

We'll let it lay over till tomorrow.

That all right with you, Mr. Foley?

Well, it'll have to be.

You're welcome to spend the night at my ranch.

No, we'll get back to the herd.

That's an awful lot of ridin' to do,

seein' as you're coming back in the morning.

Yeah, I know.

Somebody would almost think

you didn't want to accept my hospitality,

Mr. Favor.

Somebody might.

Well, see you in the morning, then.

What'd you tell the trail boss this afternoon?

Oh, I didn't tell him a thing.

Did he say different?

He didn't even say he was here.

The trail boss told me something.

He said that Doc Morgan was dead for many hours

before the sheriff got to him.

What are you gonna do?

Gonna buy you a house in St. Louis.

You're makin' fun of me.

I was never more serious in my life.

Evening, sheriff.

Well...

it's gettin' so a fella

can't sleep on the job anymore.

How are you, Ben?

Oh, pretty fair.

Givin' you any trouble?

No. No trouble.

You know, in a way, I feel responsible.

Hm. For what?

For him killin' Doc Morgan.

If I hadn't taken him to the doc...

Ah, the jury ain't said he killed the doc yet.

What do you think?

Well, I kinda think so, but...

It's not your fault, anyway.

How sure are you it ain't my fault?

In case you don't remember,

I'm Ben Foley.

Foley?

I can make it easier for you.

I'm the man Lucille married.

Well, I, uh...

I never had the chance before. Congratulations.

Thanks.

What are you doing here, Mr. Foley?

Brought you something.

Had the feeling you might want a drink

'round about this time.

Stay where you are.

Now pull the cork out of the bottle.

Now take a good long drink.

You got a reason for this?

I got a reason.

I'd like to hear it.

You don't remember anything that happens

when you're drunk.

You don't remember killin' Doc Morgan.

You don't remember firin' a bullet at Lucille.

The bullet that shattered her knee, made her lame

for the rest of her life.

No, I don't remember.

I'm just givin' you one more thing not to remember.

And what's that?

Gettin' drunk and killin' the sheriff.

See, it don't make any difference.

Both you and the sheriff are gonna die anyway, so...

You hate me for making Lucille lame.

No.

I don't hate you for that at all.

She wouldn't have married me otherwise.

Then why?

Drink up and I'll tell you.

Feel good?

What were you gonna tell me?

You didn't kill Doc Morgan.

I did.

Why?

He found out my hired hand died of anthrax.

Anthrax he caught off the cows in my herd.

The herd that you were gonna sell to Mr. Favor.

The herd I'm still gonna sell to him.

If they got anthrax, that'll infect the whole herd.

The money I make from that sale

is gonna help me make Lucille happy.

Now, both you and I wanna see her happy, don't we?

Anthrax will go through a herd of 3000 head

in two, three weeks, leaving nothing behind

but the fever bugs themselves.

That's the trail boss's problem,

not mine.

Yours neither.

Now, come on. Take another drink.

Uh-oh. Mrs. Foley.

Looks like she's headed right for the jail.

Foley won't try anything with the sheriff there.

I don't know about that.

We got Pete and Quince guardin' the back.

No tellin' what Foley might do if he saw his wife

come into that jail.

Better stop her, Rowdy.

I ain't drunk enough yet, Mr. Foley.

Keep workin' at it.

You had everything going just the way you wanted,

didn't you?

Trail boss was asking too many questions.

Fred Hunneker was talking.

Even the sheriff wasn't sure.

They were all men that you knew for many years.

Don't mean I've gotta trust 'em.

I don't trust Lucille, either.

You got Lucille. Wasn't that enough?

You're forgettin' one thing.

She ain't in love with me.

She never was.

A drunken cowhand threw her into my arms.

A drunken cowhand will help me keep her.

You think another swallow might do it, Price?

It might.

Go ahead.

Take another drink.

Something gone wrong, Mr. Foley.

Something going wrong ain't gonna do you any good.

Dead?

Not yet, but...

It's too bad there ain't a doctor around to help him.

Better take a look at the sheriff.

He's all right. He's just knocked out.

Ben?

Oh, Lucille, I...

I... Don't talk.

I got to.

'Cause the only way I could make you happy

was by talking.

Remember?

Oh, we'll ride east

in our own carriage

until we come to the city of St. Louis.

And it'll be a spring morning.

A spr... Oh.

And we'll ride up and down

the streets of St. Louis, and...

And we'll hunt for a big, beautiful house.

And we'll buy that house.

And we'll have servants who'll wait on me hand and foot.

And we're gonna give parties.

Ben?

He can't hear you anymore, Lucille.

Miss Foley, I'm afraid

you're gonna have to destroy

every cow in your herd.

When they got anthrax that bad,

there's just no way of savin' 'em.

I'll take care of that, Mr. Favor.

I, uh, can't begin to tell you how grateful I am.

Price, you went into town against my orders, didn't you?

Uh...

Yeah, I'm sorry about that, Mr. Favor. I'll, uh...

I'll catch up with the herd as soon as I'm finished.

No, you won't.

You're fired.

I, uh, hope that doesn't break your heart.

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!