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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!

See anything yet, Rowdy?

No, not a thing, Jim.

Boy, I'm sure getting anxious.

Guess we all are.

Yeah, you bet.

Be seeing some signs pretty soon, shouldn't we?

Yeah. This grass wouldn't feed a herd of goats.

Yeah, and it looks like the goats have already been here.

Drought.

Well, it won't make any difference.

We'll have them in the shipping pens by nightfall.

We hope. We're not there yet.

We're getting real close, Mr. Wishbone.

Yeah, nothing but fences.

I sure couldn't live in a country like this,

all fenced in.

Well, I'll be glad to get to that town, though.

Ain't you excited?

Well, I'm saving up.

Me too. I haven't had a drop of water for two days.

I want to be real good and thirsty.

Giddup. We can smell Sedalia even if you can't.

What are you planning on doing first, Rowdy?

Well, I'll tell you, Teddy,

after I get myself a bath

in a real tub with hot water

and shave and a haircut and all them trimmings,

I'm gonna order myself

some of the finest city clothes you ever saw.

If you know anybody in Sedalia,

they sure ain't gonna hardly know you.

Boy, that's right.

Then I'm gonna get myself

a real expensive Delmonico's dinner.

What about liquor?

I can just see all those pretty girls.

Ooh. Wait till I get my hands...

Yee-ha!

What is it? Well, look at it.

It's a fire, isn't it?

No, that's smoke, but that's smoke from a boiler.

That's the railroad! That's Sedalia!

Look, boys, we made it.

Looks a long ways off to me.

Yeah, but we got nothing to worry about now.

Oh, no, nothing except fences, grass and water,

and a place to hold them, and the buyers,

the inspectors, the market price, freight costs,

the mood of the world,

and the state of a million housewives' digestion.

Well, take it easy, will you? It'll be all right.

I'll take it easy when I got the money in hand

and this beef out of my sight.

Sedalia!

Wee!

No more gunshots, any of you.

You want to go chasing steers all over the state of Missouri?

Just calm down until you get them in the pens in Sedalia.

You'll have plenty of time to celebrate then.

You promise that, Mr. Favor?

Now, you ain't gonna be like some of these bosses,

hold back most of a man's money

so's he can't go to town to blow off steam?

Well, I did sort of hope that I was bossing growed men.

You'll get your pay when the job's done.

Till then, you're still working, so get them moving.

Still looks good, don't it?

I'd rather see it closer to.

You two take them on till noon, and then hold them there.

Go ahead and contact the buyers. Let them know we're coming.

Right.

Morning.

Hey.

This is Sedalia, ain't it?

Howdy. My name's Favor.

I'm outside with 3,000 head of prime beef.

Mr. Favor.

Hey, what's the matter with all of you people?

Since when ain't a new herd good news in Sedalia?

Since two days ago, when the panic started.

Panic?

Haven't you heard?

The biggest bank in New York went under.

Bottom's dropped out of everything.

Nobody's doing a thing. Banks closing up all over.

No cash, no credit, no buyers for the cattle.

Price's going down, huh?

All the way down to zero.

No buyers at all.

Can't be.

Somebody's got to be buying cattle.

Nobody's got any money to buy.

Anybody's got any cash, he's hanging on to it.

What banks are still open won't lend a cent.

But we've come all the way from Texas.

I know, Mr. Favor, but you're not the only one.

It's the same all up and down the line,

Abilene, Dodge.

It's tough luck. I'd have been in the same boat myself,

only I got here two weeks ago.

Well, just what am I supposed to do with this herd?

I don't know.

If you're lucky, maybe you can sell them for tallow,

couple of dollars a head.

Tallow? This is prime beef.

Seems nobody's eating prime beef these days.

Least no call for it.

This can't last forever.

Maybe not.

Sure, there's been panics before.

They don't last.

A few days and it all blows over.

Maybe.

Well, people get their confidence back.

We just can't stand still.

We've got to live, to eat,

and to start buying again.

Sure. But when?

Oh, we'll just wait it out.

A few days, a week at the most.

People calm down. Buyers will show up.

Yeah, we'll just, uh, hold the herd outside of town

for a while, wait it out.

Won't do any harm to try, I guess.

You need grass, Mr. Favor.

That'll be hard to find. He's right.

Range around here's scarce. It's all burnt up.

I tried to fatten my herd up a little before selling them.

Had to go clear over to Baxter Springs

before I could find enough.

Ain't nothing at all closer than that?

Well, there... There is the Cardwell place.

It's about the only good grass near Sedalia.

Yeah, but that's not open range. It's down in the valley.

It's fenced.

We'll pay for grazing fees for a few days.

It can't be much. Where is this Cardwell?

Well, it's his widow, Emma Cardwell,

you'll have to talk to.

The road west. You'll know it by the grass.

Thanks.

Mrs. Cardwell?

Come in.

You finished already, Garcia?

Mrs. Cardwell?

Oh. Oh, I'm sorry, ma'am.

That's all right. Who are you?

My name's Favor.

Favor.

You're not from around here.

No, ma'am. I just come up from Texas.

That's what I thought.

And you're a drover too, from the smell of you.

Oh, I, uh, just brought a herd up the trail.

I need to graze them.

And I'd like to hire pasturage from you.

We won't cause you any trouble. We'll camp down by the creek.

I wouldn't even bother you in the first place, normally,

I would just throw them in the pen and forget about them,

but, uh, with this panic on, there's no buyers

and I'll have to, uh, wait for a few days.

You're asking me to do you a kindness.

No, ma'am, I'm offering you a business proposition.

You've got grass, I need it.

I'm willing to pay for it.

How much?

Oh, any reasonable price.

I'll leave that up to you, ma'am.

You said a few days.

How long would you want to stay, mister?

Oh, I couldn't say exactly, but I'd say a week at the outside.

How many head of cattle do you have?

Roughly, 3,000, maybe a few more.

Then the price will be 25 cents per head, per week.

Per week? But that's way too much, ma'am.

Then find your grass someplace else, Mr. Favor.

But there isn't anyplace else.

Unless, because of the panic,

you're just taking advantage of me.

I didn't ask you to come here.

You wanted my terms, I gave them to you.

Now, take it or leave it.

All right, I'll take it for a week.

We'll put it on paper.

You write.

As of this date,

I promise to pay

Emma Cardwell a grazing fee

of 25 cents

per week

for each

of 3,000 head of cattle.

Payable before said cattle

leave the premises.

Date it and sign it.

Garcia'll give you a hand.

Mrs. Cardwell.

You drive a hard bargain.

With your sharp sense of business,

something, um, puzzles me.

What?

Well, that grass hasn't been grazed in quite a while.

How come you let it go to waste?

Why didn't you use it to raise your own stock?

I don't think that's any of your business.

Getting ready for town, Hey Soos?

Yeah, Señor Rowdy.

Well, look at Scarlet, getting all sharped up.

I don't aim to waste no time before I belly up to the bar.

What are you doing there, Jim?

Well, I'm figuring out how much I got coming.

I think I got enough to go back east.

New York. Hey, maybe Philadelphia with Mr. Favor.

Yeah, I'm gonna see me out of this world.

Yeah, well, knowing you,

you won't get past the first monte table

with that dough of yours.

Here comes Mr. Favor.

Howdy, boss.

Where are the buyers, boss?

They're probably coming out separate, huh?

Yeah, in carriages probably, huh?

Something wrong?

I'll give it to you straight.

Country's in a panic. No buyers, no market,

no sale.

You mean we can't sell the herd?

No money for us?

We ain't going to town tonight and blow off some steam?

That's it.

When do we go?

I don't know.

We'll just have to hold the herd a while,

till this blows over and we can get a decent price for the beef.

I found some grass and hired the ground.

It's close enough to town, all right,

but I got no money to give you.

But you promised us, Mr. Favor.

And you'll get it when I get it.

Nothing I can do about it.

Well, there's something I can do about it.

I can quit.

We signed on to go to Sedalia.

This is Sedalia, and we're through.

You're free to go anytime.

Only question is, do you want to go empty-handed,

or do you want to wait until I can get you some money?

You got a pretty good argument there.

Well, anyway, we agreed to sign on with Mr. Favor

until the end of the trail.

That means until the herd is sold.

Well, sure, we'll stay, Mr. Favor.

How long do you figure it will be, Mr. Favor?

I just don't know. I hope no more than a week,

but I can't promise anything.

Well, let's head them out. Follow me in.

Always something, isn't it?

I was sort of hoping that this time it might be different.

Always something.

Mr. Favor.

Not much change in two days.

None I can see.

Well, anyway, you got grass. Surprised me.

You're the first old Emma would ever lease to.

Don't doubt that. She drives a hard bargain.

She got something against cattlemen?

I don't know.

Her husband was one of them that started the business here.

He made Sedalia a shipping point

and he helped to get the pens built.

And then he sort of lost out.

I guess he got the blues. Killed himself.

He must have left her well-off enough.

She hasn't done anything with the land.

Until now. She charging you steep?

More than enough, I can't stay there long.

Maybe you ought to think about wintering those cattle.

Take them out on the range west or north.

Sell them in the spring, all fattened up.

Prices ought to be back by then.

I got a lot of owners back in Texas waiting for their money.

I got notes coming due in October.

It's the same around here.

They figured they'd have their money back by then.

Say, uh, how much you think you gotta get out of that herd?

Oh, at least $25 a head.

Maybe you better think about wintering.

They don't get their money,

I don't know what they're gonna do.

Lot of places gonna be foreclosed this winter.

Well, I'll see you.

What're we gonna do?

I don't know.

Doesn't seem like anything we can do.

Well, what about driving them to another town?

Abilene or Ellsworth?

Maybe east to St. Louis.

Oh, it's the same all over the place.

Just dropped right down to the floor.

Looks pretty hopeless to me.

That don't sound like you.

This ain't weather or cattle or horses,

something that you can get your hands into,

do something about.

It's banking, money, I don't know.

It's beyond me.

People'd just get over this darn panic.

Well, if just one buyer would show up,

that's all it would take.

Wishbone.

Shh!

What're you up to?

Never mind.

Mr. Favor tell you you could go into town?

I don't need his say-so nor yours.

Now, just keep your mouth shut. Are you running out on us?

Oh, what if I am? I came to Sedalia,

that's all I bargained for.

You know Mr. Favor depends on you more than anybody else.

Now, who he depends on is his affair,

and where I go and when is mine.

Now, you wait a minute...

Pete, don't you come one step nearer.

I'm not gonna let you go

until you go and talk it over with Mr. Favor.

Oh, I guess you're right.

Pete, you know how especially fond of you I am?

Yeah.

Well, so you'll know how much I hate to do this.

Do what?

Ow.

I can hardly believe it.

Wishbone hitting you over the head and deserting,

right when we need every man the most.

This lump on my head didn't grow from a seed.

There ought to be some kind of mistake.

There ain't no mistake. He just flew the coop.

And without his money.

Somebody else will do the cooking.

You'll live without him.

Yeah, but it won't be the same.

Out of all us, Wishbone?

It's not true, Mr. Rowdy.

He wouldn't do it, I know.

Oh, just forget it, will you, Mushy?

Well, I can't forget it, Mr. Nolan.

Gee, I wonder where he is,

and what he's doing.

How do?

My name's Smith.

I see by the tag on your luggage you're going to Sedalia.

Why, yes. Yes, I am.

So am I.

That's a coincidence, isn't it?

I, uh, haven't seen you on the train before, have I?

Well, no. I just got on the last station.

I had to stop off before Sedalia on a little business.

I didn't get your name.

Oh, Draper.

How do, Mr. Draper.

Uh, what business would you be in?

I work for the government.

Oh, I kind of thought maybe you'd be in the cattle business.

No. That your line?

Yes, it is. A cattle buyer, that's what I am.

Representing one of the biggest interests back east.

Is that so?

Come out to check the stock in Sedalia.

You planning to buy?

Well, I don't just check them for my health, you know.

Well, this panic hasn't affected your business then?

Panic? What panic? Why, pure and utter nonsense.

People gotta eat, don't they?

That's what I always say, people gotta eat,

and that means beef, panic or no panic.

Of course, I might get a little better price that way.

No, I mean to pay every cent that cattle's worth.

I see.

Uh, you got any friends in Sedalia

that are in beef, you might, uh, put them on to me.

J.W. Smith. Probably be staying at the Drover House.

Well, I'll be glad to.

Well, I guess we have time

to have a cigar before we hit the town, hm?

Well, thank you very much.

Don't mind if I do.

Light here someplace.

You don't say, Mr. Smith.

Well, yes, indeed. People gotta eat, don't they?

That's what I always say.

So if you can find me a good herd of two, 3,000,

I'll go $35 a head, and glad to.

Who did you say your interests were back east, Mr. Smith?

Nolan and Yates. Pittsburgh, Cincinnati, all over.

You've heard of them, of course.

Oh, of course.

Well, now, Mr. Smith.

There's a shortage of real good beef right now.

But it just might be

that we'll be able to get our hands on some.

So why don't you just sit tight,

and let us see what we can do.

Well, fine, gentleman.

Uh, you'll be able to reach me at the Drover House.

Uh, if it don't take too long, that is.

Because I might be able to find what I want

in Abilene or beyond.

Oh, no, no. It won't take long.

Uh, we'll contact you this afternoon, no later.

Now, you just sit tight. Fine, gentlemen.

Thank you.

Oh, it's a cash deal, you know.

Say, why didn't you tell him about the Favor herd?

Don't be a fool. He's willing to pay $35 a head.

Favor's willing to take 25, maybe even less, by now.

Is there any reason why we shouldn't make a profit of $10?

After all, it's perfectly legitimate.

We brought the two parties together.

That ought to be worth something.

Oh, but he wants cash.

We're gonna have to raise some cash.

Yeah, but where?

Well, I've got a little in the bank.

You have too, no doubt.

And then there's, uh, Burke and Wilson.

We'll think of some others.

Well, come on. We haven't got all day.

Say, where did this Smith come from, anyway?

Why, Nolan and Yates, of course.

You heard him. Now, get going.

I beg your pardon. I'm looking for the secretary.

Well, that's me.

My name is Walters.

Mine's Draper. I represent the government.

Looking for beef.

A buyer for the government?

That's right. I've been advised there's a herd of 3,000 head

due to hit Sedalia right about now.

You must mean the Gil Favor drive.

So they've arrived.

Well, take me to the poor, stranded trail boss.

What makes you think he's poor and stranded?

You know the answer to that as well as I do, Mr. Walters.

The panic, banks closing, lack of buyers.

Wrong again, Mr. Draper.

Business may not be humming as usual,

but Sedalia's not out of buyers yet.

You mean, Mr. Favor's been approached by another buyer?

Probably a speculator trying to take advantage of the panic.

Well, where is Mr. Favor's camp?

I'm prepared to make him a fair bid.

Are you prepared to bid against an offer of $35 a head, cash?

I'm afraid not.

I didn't think so.

I'm afraid you're out of luck, Mr. Draper.

Did you say Mr. Smith?

Mr. Smith, of Nolan and Yates.

I want 25.

Uh, 20 is as high as we can go,

and take my advice Mr. Favor,

it's the only offer you're likely to get.

Now, here's $1,000 just to bind the deal.

The rest tomorrow when we take possession.

All right.

Fine, good. You won't regret this, Mr. Favor.

You'll be the only trail boss that comes out so well.

See you in the morning.

Well, I guess that's all that's left to do.

Ain't much of a profit for the owners,

but at least it's a profit and the men will get paid.

Will you look who's here?

Mr. Wishbone, I knew you'd be back.

You didn't know nothing of the kind.

Thought I saw him tie up at the hitch rack,

but I didn't think I could believe my eyes.

Oh, it's him, all right.

The little rat that thought the ship was gonna sink.

Well, Pete Nolan. You got no call calling me names like that.

Your just a sorehead.

You split my scalp,

and then you got the nerve to call me a sorehead.

Ah, Pete, you're making a mountain

out of a little old lump.

Why, I hit you on the hardest part of your head,

and put a nice, soothing compress on it

to ease the misery.

Hi, Mr. Favor.

Everybody.

You forgot something, maybe?

I thought as long as I come this far,

I'd stop in and make your last supper.

Last supper. How'd you know it was gonna be our last supper?

Or maybe you got wind of the fact we're selling the herd?

Oh? Somebody buying the herd?

Well, that's fine, isn't it? That's mighty fine.

So where you been and what've you been up to in those clothes?

Uh, up to? In these clothes?

Yeah. Up to in those clothes.

Well, Mr. Favor...

Yeah?

I've got a confession to make.

I should think you would.

Well, I knew the fix you were in.

Well, the fix we were all in.

Go on.

So I tried to help you.

Why, bless you, Wish.

And just how did you try and help us,

and how didn't it work out?

Only because my uncle-in-law in Sedalia...

Oh, I never told you about him, did I?

Uh, well, he didn't... Didn't, uh...

Didn't what?

Didn't like my looks.

Wouldn't speak to me.

As a matter of fact, he wouldn't even recognize me.

And as another matter of fact,

he had me thrown out of his presence.

And as a last matter of fact,

I snuck back into camp,

and can't say I helped one solitary thing.

Any questions?

Wishbone, you're a flat-mouthed liar.

You smelled that money that you ran out on.

Oh, I didn't hear one word about it.

But I'm mighty glad for everybody.

Get a nice price, did you?

Oh, enough to pay the wages you've got coming,

if any, now.

Well, don't worry about that. Uh, how much did you get?

Twenty a head.

Twenty dollars?

Why, those theiving...

You didn't know anything about it, huh?

Wait a minute. What do you know about this?

Nothing. Uh, not a thing.

I've got to get the cooking done.

But, you should've held out for more.

Twenty dollars isn't enough.

It's enough for us.

How about it, Mr. Favor?

All right, line up. I'll count it out.

But until we get the herd turned over tomorrow,

you can't go into town.

Tastes funny, don't it?

Yeah, I liked Mushy's cooking this morning better.

You two complaining about the food

after the guzzling you done these months?

Well, maybe I just never spoke up before.

Plenty of seconds, everybody.

No, thank you.

Hey, lookit. Ain't that our buyer?

Mr. Favor.

You're kind of early, ain't you? You said morning.

I didn't come for the herd. I want my money back.

This is Marshal Thorpe, of Sedalia.

If you don't hand it over, he'll throw you in jail.

What?

You made a deal.

You tried to pull a swindle on me.

Sending that fake cattle buyer into town.

What are you talking about?

Mr. Smith, or whatever his name is,

that's what I'm talking about.

Thirty-five dollars a head for his big interests back east,

that's what I'm talking about.

But he's not registered at the hotel,

and when we wired back east,

we found that his big interest, Nolan and Yates, don't exist.

Now, wait a minute, what did this Mr. Smith look like?

Whiskery old character.

I should have known from his looks he was a common criminal.

Wishbone.

Yeah?

Well, that's him.

That's the man.

I told you, Marshal.

Now, Mr. Favor didn't have anything to do with this.

It was all my own idea.

Now, you can throw me in jail if you have to,

but, uh, he didn't have anything to do with it.

None of them did.

I don't believe you.

Arrest him, Marshal.

All you want's your money back,

isn't it, Matt? Well...

Well, there's no use throwing anybody in jail.

He was just trying to help his boss out of a hole.

You weren't so mighty innocent, Mr. Secretary.

You were pretty quick to recognize a $15-a-head profit.

I want my money back.

Every cent of it.

You'll get it.

If it's not all there, you'll hear from me.

Thanks, Mr. Favor.

Just don't let any of your men try anything like that again.

I might have to do something about it.

Wishbone?

I know. I'm sorry.

I thought it would work.

I sure didn't think it would turn out like this.

I didn't know they were gonna call it a swindle.

I'm sorry I had to hit you, Pete.

Well, it's...

Well, you couldn't hit hard enough to hurt anybody.

And I'm sorry you all had to give the money back.

Uh, Wishbone, about those seconds. Uh, I'd like some.

Yeah, me too. I'm hungry.

I haven't had any decent food

since you left, Wish.

It'd be good to have real cooking again.

Well, right over here.

What now?

We can't stay here where it's costing us money we ain't got.

We'll move them out in the morning.

Yeah, but where to?

Northwest Nebraska. Find some range we can winter them on.

It's the only thing, unless we can find a buyer on the way.

I don't know how the men are gonna take to that,

whether they'll go along or not.

Give them IOU's and let them go.

We'll have to keep enough to hold the herd.

Well, what about Mrs. Cardwell?

You gotta pay her too.

She'll have to take an IOU too. Nothing else we can do.

Rowdy. Move them on down so they don't crowd in at the gate.

All right.

We ought to take down some of that fence.

No, I don't want to have to pay for damages

on top of what we already owe her.

Marshal Thorpe from Sedalia.

Yeah, and Mrs. Cardwell's man.

Mr. Favor, I'm sorry,

you'll have to move your herd back.

Why?

Unless you're prepared to pay what you owe Mrs. Cardwell.

Of course I can't pay cash right now.

Made up an IOU, though,

I was just gonna drop by the house.

Won't do. I've got an injunction, court order.

She wants her money in cash

before you move one head off her land.

You, and every man here will be in contempt of court,

liable for a stiff fine and jail sentence

if you move them.

You want to risk that?

Move them back.

Where are you going?

Uh, talk with Mrs. Cardwell.

Let Rowdy know.

Come in.

What kind of a woman are you, anyway?

You know I can't pay and you know why.

And, you knew it from the beginning.

You signed an agreement.

So it was just a trap.

You knew I couldn't sell the herd.

You also agreed not to move them until you paid.

Well, I made out an IOU.

I'm taking the herd out to open range and wintering them.

When I sell them in the spring, you'll get your money,

with interest.

I'll get it now.

How?

I'll take the cattle off your hands.

You'll buy them?

How much? Ten dollars a head.

Ten!

I could've said less.

I got men out there. I gotta pay them.

Ten dollars will pay them.

I could sell them almost as much for tallow.

You'd have to move them first.

You got me all sewed up, huh?

And you knew it from the start.

Why?

That's my business.

Well, it's my business, now.

What is it, anyway? Your husband?

Blaming all cattlemen for his death, huh?

It was cattlemen that did it.

Swindled him, took away his life's work.

Everything he'd valued, loved.

So you're blaming us who didn't even know him?

No, there's more.

You belong to a breed of men.

You come tearing into a town like a bunch of maniacs,

shooting, drinking, killing.

I had a son.

But you won't have much to celebrate with this time.

Ten dollars a head.

Take it or leave it. Well, I won't take it.

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna fight you, lady.

I'm sorry, Mr. Favor. I was only doing my duty.

She's a strange old woman.

Just the same, don't try taking them out.

What're we gonna do?

We'll take them out.

Tonight, in the dark.

May mean a fight.

I know.

We won't have the law on our side this time.

I'll make out IOU's.

Any man who doesn't want to ride tonight is free to leave.

No hard feelings.

Collins?

IOU's don't buy no fun in town.

Good night, then.

We're getting ready to push them through.

Good. You didn't show any movement

before it was dark, did you?

No. What about the gate, though?

We got no time to fool with the gate.

You men get to work on that fence.

Keep it as quiet as you can.

Rowdy, tell them not to push the cows too hard.

We don't want them bellowing up a racket.

We ready up here?

Mr. Favor, stay back.

Tell your men to get away from that fence.

What'll we do, boss?

We'll go on.

I'm warning you, trail boss,

my men will have to fire.

See how many of them there are.

Hold your fire!

Well, he's unconscious.

I warned you, Mr. Favor.

All right, you win.

Now you're under arrest. All of you.

Look, he's hurt. We gotta get him someplace

where we can do him some good. Let's get him up to the house.

Mrs. Cardwell's? Yeah, no place else. Easy.

Let's go.

Easy.

Mrs. Cardwell.

He's hurt.

Well, don't bring him in here. I don't want your kind around.

Get out of the way, Mrs. Cardwell.

Over here.

Let me get in here. Let's take a look.

Well, that wound don't look too bad.

I don't know what's the matter.

Maybe it was the fall off of the horse.

He's young, isn't he?

How bad is it?

I just don't know.

Bullet's got to come out of there.

Oh, yeah. I can do that.

I'll get some hot water.

Excuse me.

Who's got my doctor bag?

Here you are, Wishbone.

How's Rowdy?

He's sleeping now.

He's gonna be all right.

You wanna take us in?

No, you can stay here.

But there'll have to be a charge,

so don't try to leave. My men will stay to watch.

I thought you people wanted trailheads in Sedalia.

We do.

Not everybody's like Emma.

The merchants in town were praying you'd sell your herd

because they need your business.

Marshal, what do you think we'll get?

Well, I think I can arrange with the judge

to let you all off with fines,

providing your man in there don't die,

and that ain't likely.

What are we gonna pay them fines with?

Well, that's up to you.

I'll do all I can,

just don't try to get away again.

Mr. Favor,

we been talking, at least some of us, and,

well, we just figure you're licked.

Now, we's willing to stick around,

as long as there's anything we could do.

You wanna make a run for it?

No, sir. No, we don't.

We'd just like to go into town and pay our fines,

and be done with it.

How many times have I got to tell you,

I ain't got the money?

Now, you could sell to Mrs. Cardwell.

For $10 a head?

That would make our pay.

Pay our fines too.

What about the owners?

Well, I'm sorry about you and your reputation.

Well, I'm not about to give up yet.

But... HEY SOOS: Señor Favor.

I found this man snooping around the herd,

looking at the cattle.

Who are you, mister?

My name's Draper, Mr. Favor. I represent the government.

I'm buying beef for the Army.

You, a buyer?

Oh, how do you do, Mr. Smith.

Well, just call me Wishbone.

Wishbone?

You said you were buying cattle, mister?

Well, yes, for the Missouri river forts,

uh, Leavenworth and Atchison.

The Army needs quite a bit right now.

They're moving the Pawnee tribe south to Indian territory,

and they have to be fed.

How much do you need?

Well, I'll take all you have.

At what price?

I was authorized, before the panic,

to offer $33 a head for prime beef.

Now, I understand you've had a higher offer,

but that's the best I can do.

You said before the panic. What's the price now?

My authorization has never been changed.

Perhaps the government wants to keep the price up.

Anyway, that's my offer.

Mr. Draper, I accept.

There's, uh, just one thing, though.

Yeah. What?

I, uh, I can't pay you in cash.

We pay off in government paper.

Government paper?

Redeemable, with interest, 30 days after delivery,

upon presentation in Washington.

That won't do us any good here.

Nobody to redeem it. No cash in town.

Unless, the banks.

I'm afraid the banks won't cash them either right now.

Them merchants in town, they won't take it for cash?

Uh, no.

How are we gonna pay Mrs. Cardwell's grazing fee?

Yeah.

Hey, wait a minute.

You... You wait here just one minute.

If... If you could take this government paper

instead of the cash, I'll redeem it as soon as I can,

and if you could take just a little bit more for security,

and let me have enough cash so I could pay the men,

I'd... I'd take it as a great kindness.

How do I know I'd get my money back?

I give you my word.

As soon as I get the money from back east,

I'll send you yours and you can send me the paper.

How do I know it's any good?

It's issued by the government.

That don't comfort me.

I want value received when I give cash.

All right. I've... I've... I've got some stock cattle,

cows and calves, about 200 head.

You can use them to start your own herd on this grass.

I'll sell them for the cash I need.

No. No cattle, no government paper.

I want cash.

I'm sorry for you.

I've known women before who lost their son and husband.

It didn't warp them, make them inhuman like you.

You know, you're not hurting just me and my men,

like that boy in there,

you're depriving your own neighbors.

People who ought to be your friends.

But you don't care about that, do you?

You don't care about anything

except your own, personal, little hate.

I'm sorry for you.

Mrs. Cardwell?

I better be moving along.

No. You stay put.

I wanna thank you for taking care of me.

Look, I wouldn't worry too much about what Mr. Favor said.

He gets a little riled up sometimes.

Not that he hasn't got reason to this time.

You know, we're... We're really stranded here,

with no money, no job,

no way to get home, nothing.

Well, you could stay here, work for me.

I need a hand.

Oh, I... I couldn't do that,

not knowing my friend is still in trouble.

About your boy, ma'am,

why don't you tell me about him?

What was he like and all?

Oh, he was, uh, just an ordinary boy, I guess.

Just like any other.

Though he didn't seem ordinary to me.

Yeah, it never seems that way to a mother.

I was the apple of my mother's eye,

even when I was in trouble,

and that was often.

She just about had a fit when I went off to work cattle.

She always wanted me to be a preacher

or a lawyer, or something like that.

Yeah, he wanted to be a cowboy too.

That's one of the reasons...

Yeah, but he didn't leave.

No. I didn't let him.

And then he... He started dressing like that.

Hanging around the pens and the cattlemen,

waiting for the herds to come in.

Drinking with the men.

Wearing a gun.

It was bound to happen, sooner or later.

A fight?

He didn't know what he was doing.

Uh, ma'am, you...

You see, when men get to the end of a trail drive,

they like to live some.

There's a lot of long, hard months out there.

Wind and rain and cold and dust.

Rivers flooding.

Ssometimes men dying.

Well, there ain't no mother out there

to comfort a man,

no woman to ease loneliness.

So when a man gets to town, he likes to,

you know, live a little.

But, uh, it... It isn't usually the cattlemen

who do the shooting and killing.

It's usually men just hanging around town,

have nothing else to do but cause trouble.

A lot of them boys just trying to prove they're men.

Well, fighting is the only way they got of doing it.

You're saying it's my fault.

No, I'm not saying that.

I'm just saying that

maybe it isn't the fault of your boys,

or... Or the men who killed him.

You see, I know how your boy felt.

But I'd been in the Army, and everything,

and my ma had to let me go.

Well, I'd better be moving along now.

No, you...

I want to thank you for your kindness, though.

I'm not kind,

I'm not kind at all.

Hey, look, here comes Rowdy with Mrs. Cardwell.

How do you feel, Rowdy?

Well, a little rocky but I'll be all right.

Mr. Favor,

you told me you had some stock cattle,

about 200 head.

About that.

Well, I'd, uh...

I'd like to look them over, and, uh,

if they're in good condition,

I might be willing to pay $30 a head.

Not a penny more.

Cash.

Well, y-yeah!

I... I guess, it it's all right with Mr. Draper here.

Well, I just want the beef, not the stock cattle.

All right. That's fine, just fine.

I'm, uh...

I brought this, uh,

so that you could pay your men.

We can settle the exact amount later.

Oh, I don't know how to thank you, ma'am.

Oh, never mind that. I'm sorry about...

You had a right to be angry, Mr. Favor.

My, that smells good.

Yeah. It's Wishbone's cooking.

Well, I'd be proud if you'd stop and have a bite with us, ma'am.

Well, I...

I'd like that, sir.

Mr. Favor, when...? When do we go to town?

When you get these cattle delivered

in the loading pens at the rail yards,

you can practically step on up to the bar.

Hey, Rowdy.

Yeah?

How'd you do it?

Oh, well, uh, I didn't.

She did it all on her own.

I just helped keep her on the right track,

like I used to do with my ma.

Head 'em up!

Move 'em out!

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