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Hyah!

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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!

♪ 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 ♪

♪ Wishing 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' ♪

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Hyah!

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