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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!

Is that what we left the trail for?

That's it.

Gettin' downright nippy.

An hour ago, it's like summer,

all of a sudden, it's December.

Yeah, and that's just the beginning.

Whew, I come into a lot of dust storms before,

nothin' this cold.

I don't even know what they call them up here in Kansas.

Down home, it would be a Texas norther.

Oh, we got one trail scout in a thousand.

Yeah. We sure are lucky to have Mr. Nolan.

Oh, shut up.

Well, I was just agreeing with what you said.

You ain't even heard what I said,

because I ain't finished saying it yet.

Ain't one trail scout in a thousand could talk a trail boss

into bringing an entire herd up into these hills

where everybody's gonna freeze to death.

Yup, I guess Mr. Nolan, he sure is one in a thousand,

ain't he?

Oh, put the coffee on the fire, before it freezes solid.

Mr. Wishbone was saying we got one scout in a thousand.

That's what he was sayin', Mr. Rowdy.

You know, I never saw no signs of a norther yesterday.

Well, when I was 20 miles up ahead of the herd,

I sure felt it. What are we doing up here?

You figure the storm's going to go around us?

You can never tell what a norther's gonna do.

Rowdy, we'll make it a short noon camp.

Then we'll move the herd as fast as it will go,

and keep it moving.

Figure on getting ahead of this thing?

We're just getting the edge, now.

If we can keep it that way we'll be all right.

You men all eaten yet?

Well, just waitin' for the coffee now.

You can get that in the saddle. Start the herd movin' out.

All right. Let's go.

Them jaspers hear of a hotter fire someplace?

No. We're breaking camp.

You and Mushy arrange to get coffee to the men on the move.

Well, that ain't any way to serve coffee.

It sloshes around, and spills, and what don't spill gets cold.

Next couple of days,

they'll be lucky if they get any coffee at all.

Well, other than the warm breezes we ain't gettin',

what's the matter?

Norther's comin' our way.

Mushy!

Here, Mr. Wishbone.

Pack the wagon.

Somebody's sure in a hurry up there.

Who ain't?

Whoa.

I'm lookin' for your trail boss.

That's him over there.

Thank you.

Doctor Gardner.

Doctor, Gil Favor.

I have a rather strange request to make of you, Mr. Favor.

If you don't mind, I'll come directly to the point.

Good, go ahead.

Mr. Favor, I want you to take one of my patients with you.

See, I'm in charge of the Army hospital

just outside of Clay City.

That's two or three miles back.

You passed it earlier this morning.

I don't remember passing any city around here.

Heh. Well, Clay City consists of one hospital,

one broken down hotel, one saloon, and a livery stable.

You didn't pass close enough to see it.

A herd like yours, though, makes itself noticed.

Oh, I'm sorry if the noise disturbed

any of the people in your hospital.

Oh, no, most of my patients have been there since the war ended.

It made a nice change for them to hear something different.

Well, I'm glad of that, but...

It meant a lot more to one man.

Yeah?

Craig Kern.

He's the man I want you to take with you.

Look doctor, there just isn't any place

for a sick man on a cattle drive.

Oh, Kern's not sick.

At least, not the way you think.

He's able-bodied, he's strong.

Furthermore, he's an experienced cowhand.

You mean, you want me to hire him on

as one of my drovers?

Well, that's why I came here.

Well, uh, with the norther coming up,

maybe I could use an extra hand.

You said, uh, he isn't sick the way I think.

Just exactly how is he sick?

Well,

I-I'd like you to meet him first.

Oh, I'm sorry, doctor. I just haven't got time for that.

Then make it.

Were you in the Army, Mr. Favor?

Uh-huh.

I'm asking for one hour.

Now, the war's been over for you since '65.

Whatever may have happened to you in it,

you've probably forgotten by now.

A man doesn't forget a war that easy.

Mr. Favor, there are thousands of men like Craig Kern.

They're resigned to having

to take medicine for the rest of their lives.

But Craig Kern is different.

He wants to be able to walk on his own two feet, or else.

Look, doctor, there's a norther coming.

I just haven't got time for a medical lecture.

Mr. Favor, the first and only spark of interest

I saw in Craig Kern in all these years

was when he first spotted the dust of your herd.

Doctor, I told you...

I know, there's a norther coming up,

and you can't spare the time.

It might make the difference of a man,

a fine brave man, living or dying.

And you say you can't spare the time

to ride to the hospital with me.

We've got a job to do.

This man's a total stranger to us.

There are no total strangers.

One hour, Mr. Favor.

Pete.

Take care of things.

Veteran's hospital of Clay City.

Six miles outside of Clay City, end of nowhere.

How come they ever built it way out here?

Easier to forget.

You know, wars come to an end on such and such a day,

soldiers are discharged and returned home.

That is, most of them. Some of them don't go home.

They've lost a leg, an arm or two,

they're burned and blinded.

You know, the dead aren't as much of a problem.

You bury them on the battlefields.

But the half-alive,

that's why they built a hospital in Clay City.

I've always thought there should be a law

requiring every citizen to visit a place like this

at least once a year,

so they know what happens to their heroes

after the battle is over.

Doctor, if you're trying to put me on the defensive,

because I came out of the war better off than these men,

you're succeedin'.

Nurse, have Jack take care of my horse, will you?

Come in, Mr. Favor.

Craig, this is Mr. Favor, trail boss.

Craig Kern. How are you, Mr. Favor?

You know, yours was the first herd of cattle

that Craig Kern had seen on the trail

since before the war began.

Yeah, doctor was telling me you're a good drover.

Well, I was.

Mr. Favor says he might be able to use you.

Did you tell him what I've been doing here

the last five years?

Craig was wounded in the retreat from Atlanta.

Badly wounded.

He needed major surgery. If he didn't get it, he'd die.

It was the kind of surgery from which very few,

if any, ever recovered.

The pain was too great, the shock.

The man had to be strapped down so the surgeon could operate.

But I had something new I could use.

A wonder medicine.

It eased the patient's pain and kept him asleep

so that the operation could go on.

So I used it on Craig. I operated.

Now, he recovered 100 percent from the wound.

But he's never recovered from the medicine.

What kind of medicine was it?

An alkaloid. A juice derived from a poppy seed.

A few different names for it,

all of them based on the fact

that the god of sleep in ancient Greek was Morpheus,

so they called it morphia, or morphinium.

Well, the name doesn't matter.

The effect it has on certain patients does.

They can't get along without this medicine.

They need it for the rest of their lives.

Day in and day out.

They can't live without it.

Mr. Favor,

I used to be a good drover,

and I think I can be again.

If you can use an extra hand...

Yeah. Yeah, I can use one.

Will you release me?

Yes. Go to my office and wait for me there.

You know, there's an Army hospital near Sedalia.

Oh, yeah. Heard about that one.

I'm going to send Craig Kern's crutch along with him.

Crutch?

Well, the crutch I'm referring to comes in a bottle.

They're pills.

He needs three of them every day.

You mean, those pills are the medicine you were talking about.

Three pills a day, and every day.

What if he doesn't get 'em?

He goes into pain, shock. He may become violent.

Now, it's possible he may be able to cut down

on the number of pills he takes every day.

From three to two, from two to one.

Maybe, from one to nothing.

And if he don't?

Well, then, he may as well rot

in the Sedalia Veteran's Hospital as here.

You think he's got a chance?

Craig thinks he's got a chance. I don't know.

I pray God he has.

Look doctor, we're running into a storm, a norther...

We're getting the edge of it.

So I can't promise to give Kern any special care.

Oh, I understand.

I'll give you the pills for him.

All right.

But you mind hurrying a little, doctor?

Oh, yes. Of course.

Oh, one more thing, Mr. Favor.

Please don't tell your men about Craig and the medicine.

Yeah. Except for one man, I can do that.

I'll have to tell Wishbone.

He's our cook, and, uh, sort of acts as our doctor.

I'll give him the pills to take care of.

Fine. I, uh... I guess you know it was no accident

that I showed you the worst of my patients?

I hope you'll not regret what you're doing.

I hope so too.

Whoa.

Are you the trail boss?

That's right.

My name is Ann Powell.

How do you do? Gil Favor.

Are you hiring Craig Kern?

Well, I'm afraid that's his business, ma'am.

Well, it's mine too.

How come?

I was engaged to marry him before the war.

Engagement's never been broken.

Did Doctor Gardner tell you about me?

Yes. He said Craig, for the first time in five years,

shows an interest in life again.

That he was going out to your herd,

and try to bring you back.

Get you to hire Craig.

Did you?

Yes, I did.

I'm glad.

But of course you know the doctor ain't at all sure

that this is going to work out.

It has to.

Would you take me with you?

Well, I'm afraid we couldn't do that at all, ma'am.

Uh, you live in Clay City?

No, I...

I came here to be with Craig.

Oh, if you wanna say goodbye to him...

No. I don't want to say goodbye to him.

Craig told Dr. Gardner that, uh, if you took him along,

he doesn't want to see me until he's cured.

Guess I can understand that.

But he's wrong. I could help him.

Oh, I wouldn't know about that.

You sure there's no way of taking me with you?

I'm sure.

I suppose I shouldn't have bothered you.

Goodbye, Mr. Favor.

Well, there's the beef. What do you think of them?

Look beautiful to me.

Now, there's a steer cutting a trail of his own.

Head him off.

Cut him back into the herd.

This ain't much of a cow pony you got there.

We'll get you a better one from the remuda.

Now, don't you lose those cups.

Wish.

New hand's name is Craig Kern.

Put these away some safe place.

Pills?

Yeah, medicine. Kern needs it.

Oh, fine. We're headin' into a storm,

and you hire a sick hand.

He ain't sick, and I told you to put 'em away.

All right, all right.

Look, he'll need one of those three times a day.

Well, next time we come to a town,

remind me to get my doctor's papers renewed.

You don't have to do anything except take care of the pills.

Three a day. All right.

I'll give them to him with his meals.

Oh, I'd just as soon you gave them to him

when nobody was around. I don't want anybody knowin' about it.

You got all that?

I guess I do.

Look, Wish, it's important.

All right. He'll get his pills.

Not only that. If he happens to forget,

I'll find him and mighty well cram them down his throat.

No, Wish. Let him come to you for the pills.

If he skips one, fine. Two, even better.

Day he doesn't take any, you come and tell me.

How's he gonna get cured of what ails him

if he don't take his medicine?

It's the medicine what ails him.

I'm sure glad he signed you on, Kern.

We can use an extra man with this norther coming up.

Well, I tell you, I appreciate the job.

Craig Kern. You take part in the fightin' 'round Atlanta?

Sixth Tennessee Volunteers.

That mean anything to you, Mr. Kern?

Oh, yeah.

My brother fought in the same company with you.

He wrote me a letter right before he died.

Said you were a real good soldier.

What was your brother's name?

Frank Adams.

Oh, yes. Well, he was a whole lot better

than just a good soldier.

You better get back on drag, Jason.

You got time to gab later.

Okay, Mr. Yates.

Uh, Kern, I'm gonna put you out with Rudd on flank,

he's been riding out there alone. It's been kind of rough.

Oh, fine.

Yeah, I'll be glad to have a little help.

Get moving now, huh?

Uh, can you wait a minute?

No, I can't.

Well, I just got to see the cook.

You had your sandwich, just like everyone else.

No, uh, I just got to see him.

Look, Kern, this is a trail drive,

and you take orders. Will you get moving?

Kern? You go on ahead.

Well, that ain't no way to break in a new man.

Yeah, I know.

Rudd?

Kern's a good drover,

but he hasn't been on the trail for quite a while.

You keep an eye out for him, will you?

I'll do it, Mr. Favor.

There you are.

I ain't been out on a trail for quite a while.

I guess I'm a little nervous.

Yeah, I guess you are.

Kern?

I, uh, told Rudd about you.

You'll be riding regular with him for a while.

You told him what?

Oh, I, uh, just told him

you hadn't been droving for quite a while,

you might be a little bit rusty.

How you feel?

I feel, uh, on top of the world.

What is the matter with him?

Why, nothin'.

You just heard him say he felt top of the world.

From a pill?

Hyah! Hyah!

What's the matter?

Funny how a man can sweat on a cold day.

Yeah? Well, I ain't sweatin'.

Seen the chuck wagon?

Why? You hungry?

No, I just want to know where the chuck wagon is, that's all.

I don't know.

It's ridin' off over to the side, I guess.

What do you mean, you guess? I don't see it.

Well, you see,

Wishbone don't like to get in the way of the beeves.

Keeps the food in better shape if it ain't trampled on,

in case of a stampede.

You seen the chuck wagon?

Now look, Kern, we gotta keep these steers movin'

or else we're gonna be riding drag.

Now, you just forget all about that chuck wagon, huh?

Well, them beeves are all quieted down.

Too cold to make much of a fuss.

Well, if it get's any colder,

they're going to be too stiff to move.

Won't be long before we get down out of these hills

onto the plains again.

That's a good idea.

I don't think anything ever froze on the move.

Yeah. Well, you better get some sleep.

Sure ain't gonna be much tomorrow.

You got ten fingers and they're all thumbs.

No. I got ten fingers, and they're all froze stiff.

W... Go to sleep.

Don't you want me to help you?

I ain't got time to afford you helping me.

Go to sleep. Yes, sir.

How about Kern?

Well, he had one pill this morning,

then another at sundown.

He didn't ask for his third one tonight.

Is there any way we can tell if this is coming our way?

The storm's moving north to south.

And we're headin' into it, going south to north.

Of course, sometimes they veer off to the west, or to the east.

Yeah. That means you don't know

whether it's gonna hit us or no, huh?

Yeah, that's what I mean.

Hey, boss, look.

Whoa.

Rowdy, keep pushing' em.

Miss Powell.

I was on my way to Sedalia, Mr. Favor.

I thought you might... No.

I think even you'll have to concede,

there's no place for a woman on a cattle drive.

You'll have to go back to Clay City.

On foot?

Pete. Go bring back the buckboard that brought the lady.

I wish you hadn't sent him for the buckboard, Mr. Favor,

because I'm not going back.

Craig needs help. My help.

Does Dr. Gardner know what you're doing?

He's in Clay City, and I'm here.

And I won't interfere with you.

All I ask is to be near him.

I'll follow him on foot if I have to.

We're stopping for noon meal.

You come on in, you'll have to take pot luck.

Wishbone.

You make up a bed in the supply wagon for Miss Powell.

You mean you're going to bed her down

in the face of a norther?

Yeah. I'm afraid it's going to be pretty uncomfortable.

I'm really glad to be here, Mr. Favor.

Would you like me to help you, Mr. Wishbone?

At what? The bedding down.

Mushy.

Yes, sir.

See Miss Powell gets bedded down in the...

I mean, make her a bed in the supply wagon.

Yes, sir. I'll get some extra blankets for you, ma'am,

if Mr. Wishbone can spare 'em.

I'll spare 'em.

You want me to kill you?

Anything else you need, you just call me.

Thank you.

What are you doin' here?

I love you, Craig.

You loved somebody else, a long time ago.

That was another fella.

No. No, it's you.

He's dead.

No. He's alive,

and he's standing very close to me.

Craig, I can help you if you only let me.

There's nothing wrong.

I don't need any help.

Now, go on home. Please.

I'm staying.

Go on home.

Hi, Rudd. How's Craig Kern working out?

Oh, he's still kind of jumpy, but he's doin' all right.

Yeah?

Oh, by the way,

Miss Powell's engaged to Craig.

It look's like we're headin' right towards the dust.

No, the dust is headin' right toward us.

Beeves sure gettin' edgy.

Maybe, uh, we ought to hold 'em up, huh?

Find Wishbone. Tell him set up temporary camp.

All right.

♪ I feel I feel like a morning star ♪

♪ I feel, I feel ♪

♪ I feel like a morning star ♪

Kern, turn them steers in.

♪ I feel, I feel, I feel ♪

Didn't you hear me? ♪ Like a morning star ♪

The steers are gettin' out of line, Kern.

♪ I feel, I feel I feel like a morning star ♪

What's the matter with you, anyhow?

Nothin'.

Well, then, suppose you get out here and do your job.

That's right, do my job, eat my food,

do my job, become a new man.

Look, Kern, I don't know what your trouble is.

All I know is, we got to get these steers in line.

Now, come on, and get with it.

Whoa!

Heh.

I'm gonna save that man. Save that old Rudd.

Rudd? Rudd.

Get my horse.

Ow.

You dislocated your shoulder, Mr. Rudd.

Oh? Yeah, felt like it pretty near come off.

Oh, it'll feel all right in a few days.

Well, here's a sling.

Thank you.

Well, looks like I lose part of my job.

Miss Powell seems to be a pretty good nurse.

Well, how about cookin'?

Hey, that sounds like a good idea.

Why don't you get something ready?

There. That ought to help.

That feels, uh... Feels better already.

My fault. My fault.

His gettin' hurt.

Well, maybe you'll be more careful next time, then, huh?

I wasn't careless.

I just couldn't do my job.

Couldn't do it.

Mr. Wishbone? I need a pill.

Yeah, well, as soon as I get the grub ready.

I need it now.

Well, you can wait.

Now, please.

And I said, I'm busy.

Back!

Ever since he's been here,

he's been doing some mighty funny things.

You see if Wishbone's hurt. Come on.

All right, what happened?

He... He wouldn't give me my medicine.

Told me to wait.

Does it help to beat up an old man?

Nothing helps, but you do it anyway.

Do you know where your medicine's kept?

It's in the wagon, somewhere.

Stay here.

Of course he didn't hurt me.

You jaspers hadn't interfered,

I'd, uh... I'd had gotten my head knocked off.

You all right, Wish?

Well, I am now.

The rest of you, leave us alone, huh?

Where do you keep that medicine, Wish?

In a small box under the seat, where I keep my herbs.

I'm sorry about all this.

Well, it ain't your fault.

I guess it's mine. I was kind of short with him.

Know something, Wish?

For a no-good camp cook, you're not half bad.

Here you are.

From now on, you hang onto them yourself.

No, that's too easy. I'm getting down to one a day. You...

Look, you're gonna have to do it by yourself,

if you do it at all.

Craig.

Oh, Craig.

You gonna pay Kern off and turn him loose?

Nope.

Is there any other man in this outfit

you'd keep on after doing what Kern did?

Depends on the man.

Boss, what's so special about him?

There's 3000 steers out there. That's all I'm worried about.

That's all you got to worry about.

Look, I know my job, and so does the rest of these men.

But we're not gonna do it with Kern.

You a drover? A judge?

Or just the boss?

All right.

Well, Rudd's been hurt,

somebody's gonna have to ride with Kern.

Who's it gonna be?

Well, come on, speak up, who's it gonna be?

I'm riding with him.

You're in no condition

to ride anywhere but in the wagon.

All right? Now, who's it gonna be?

You take me off drag, I'll be glad to.

All right, Jason, go ahead and move out.

Ben, Thomkins, you take the other flank.

Thanks for offerin'.

I hope you don't mind me riding with you, Mr. Kern.

I ain't had too much experience.

Mind? You're the only one who was willin'.

All we gotta do is keep 'em moving slow, and in a circle.

Ain't that right, Mr. Kern?

Here, you take this, will you?

Put it in your pocket. Sure.

You keep it. Thanks.

Uh, ahem, maybe I better tell you something

that you don't know.

The, uh, pills in that bottle,

is all that's kept me alive for the last five years.

They've, uh, kept me alive.

They've also made my life so it ain't worth a nickel.

Well, what are they?

Oh, a medicine.

They're, heh,

a peculiar kind of medicine.

Now, Miss Powell, she's a pretty girl, ain't she?

Yeah, she sure is.

I was supposed to marry her.

You notice the way old Bill Rudd was lookin' at her?

Well, she's your girl. He ain't got no right to...

No.

As long as I have to take these pills,

why, I can't marry anybody. That's...

That's why I'm cuttin' down.

I used to have to take three a day.

And since I've been on this drive,

I've cut down to two, and now I'm...

I'm down to one a day.

That's... That's fine.

Maybe by the time we get to Sedalia,

I won't have to take but

Any.

As a matter of fact, I've... I've became pretty near ready

not to take any right now.

Oh, you just took one, Mr. Kern.

Well, I just, uh...

I just took one, but that's...

That's all I'm gonna take for the day.

See, it's, uh...

That's how you can help me.

You keep 'em in your pocket,

and, uh, no matter what I say or do,

don't let me have but one a day.

Then the next step is the day that I don't take any at all.

That day I'll be a free man.

The day you don't have to take any at all,

that's the day you're a free man.

Yes, sir.

Just the thought of that day on the way

makes me feel on top of the world.

Eh, ah.

Mr. Kern?

Mr. Favor said that, uh, we keep the herd movin'

the way we been doin',

we'll ride out of this norther without any trouble.

How long have we been at this now without a break?

Oh, that's kind of hard to figure.

Well, all last night, and, uh, this mornin',

and it's a little past noon now.

So it's another day, ain't it?

Yeah, another day.

Mr. Kern?

Wishbone made some sandwiches.

They're pretty good too.

Why-? Why don't you take one?

Mr. Kern.

Give me a pill.

Come on, give me a pill.

Today could be the first day you could get along without one.

Oh, it could be, huh?

I just saw Miss Powell, Mr. Kern.

She's helpin' Wishbone out.

Hee. He sure ain't happy about that.

You sure are lucky, Mr. Kern.

Lucky?

I mean, bein' engaged to Miss Powell.

Come on, give me a pill.

Like you said yourself, all you got to do

is go one day without one, and everything will be fine.

Don't talk so much. Give me it.

I ain't got 'em.

Oh, you lie. Come on, now, you give 'em to me.

No, I left 'em in camp.

No, I told you to keep them on you.

I left 'em in camp because

you've got to learn to get along without 'em.

I will, I will, I will. I'll do it tomorrow.

Come on, please.

I left 'em in my bedroll back at the camp.

Please, please.

I did it on purpose,

because you've got to stop taking 'em.

Please. I'm just going to ask you one more time.

Heh. Ain't no use Mr. Kern. I ain't got 'em.

How about a hot cup of coffee boss, something to warm me up?

Mushy, give him a cup.

Mr. Quince.

How's the beeves?

Old Scarlet and I don't have any trouble

with our part of the herd.

They don't like the storm, so we keep 'em circled.

That way they don't know which way they're goin'.

Well, Pete says the storm has practically blown itself out.

Now, if we can just hold out...

Is this what you want?

Kern, why did you come in?

I come to get my medicine.

I gave it to you. Didn't you hang onto it?

I gave it to the boy to hold for me.

Jason?

Jason.

Nice kid.

Is that why you left him all alone out there?

He don't mind.

He's trying to help me.

Uh, that's why he, uh,

left the medicine in his roll.

So as I wouldn't take any.

I told you to hang onto your medicine yourself.

Jason is a good boy.

That's no reason to put the responsibility on him.

He don't mind that either.

I just killed him.

Quince!

Quince!

Quince!

Quince!

Quince!

Knock it off.

Rowdy told you to get rid of Kern but you wouldn't do it.

You wouldn't listen to the rest of us. You kept him on.

Well, on account of him, Rudd got hurt.

And now a 19-year-old kid lay out there, dead.

Well, maybe you got a reason for what you did, Mr. Favor,

but I can't see any reason for staying on,

takin' orders from you.

The rest of us feel the same way he does.

Well, maybe you're right.

Maybe you ought to hear the reason, anyway.

I hired Craig Kern out of an Army hospital.

He'd been there ever since the end of the war.

Most of the men in that hospital were only half men.

Some of them had no arms, some no legs.

Craig Kern was a cripple too.

Only, the trouble with him didn't show.

Thing with Craig, he'd been given some medicine

just outside of Atlanta when he was wounded bad.

This strong medicine saved his life.

A little bit too strong, though.

Became his life.

He'd been stuck in that hospital for five years.

We came along, thought he might have a chance

to break out of the trap he was in,

go back to work doin' the things he used to do

before the war came along, made a soldier out of him,

a hero,

and a cripple.

Might have a chance to stop taking that medicine,

live like anybody else.

I don't know, maybe he never really had a chance.

Maybe I shouldn't have given him one.

Why didn't you let us know?

The doctor didn't want anybody to know.

Well, if I'd only known, I...

Don't blame yourself.

Somebody'd asked me, I...

I couldn't tell him where the blame lays.

It's not your fault,

don't even think it's Kern's.

What's gonna happen to him now?

We'll let the Army authorities take care of it

when we get him to Sedalia.

Uh, Quince, you and Rowdy go out and pick up Jason's body.

The beeves!

They're headed right for here.

Get the woman in the wagon and get moving.

Hyah! Hyah!

That fool Kern is by himself. Come on.

He did it.

He turned 'em.

Craig!

Hyah!

Move it!

Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah! Move it, hyah!

Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah!

Craig!

Nearest town is Thorn Bluff.

You'll be able to get a stagecoach south from there.

I'm very grateful to you, Mr. Favor.

So was Craig.

Supply wagon's ready, boss.

Good, uh, would you put Miss Powell's suitcase in the wagon?

Um, goodbye, Miss Powell.

Rudd, how's the arm?

It's gettin' better.

It's not good enough to do any drovin', though.

I reckon it will be all right in a day or two.

Maybe you could drive the supply wagon though, huh?

Well, yes, sir. I could do that.

Good. You'll take Miss Powell to Thorn Bluff.

I'll be more than glad to do that, Mr. Favor.

One thing:

Give her a little time to get over it.

Let her go home alone.

But when the drive's over, maybe...

Yeah. Maybe.

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' ♪