All language subtitles for Rawhide - 3X18 - Incident Of The Running Iron

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 ♪

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♪ 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 ♪

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♪ Rawhide! ♪

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

Hyah!

Hyah!

♪ Rawhide! ♪

Hyah!

What're you tryi" to do, Mushy?

Get that horse to throw you?

I was trying to do what
you just did, Mr. Nolan.

What'd I just do?

Well, come to a halt

and get out of your saddle
before your horse stops.

Land on your feet.

Well, always remember
one thing, Mushy.

When you're ridin' someplace,

don't get there
ahead of your horse.

Try it on that hill.

What? That slope?

Yeah. That way
you won't roll so far.

Well, I'll try, Mr. Nolan.

Thank you.

Will you watch me?

I think I'd better.

Hold it, mister.

You're making a mistake, son.

You talk to Mr. Favor.

You with Mr. Favor's herd, son?

Now, what counts is that
steer's with Mr. Favor's herd.

What's going on here?

Why'd you fire the warning shot?

Well, he figures he's
caught himself a rustler.

Red-handed.

Put that gun away, Mushy.

- But Mr. Nolan.
- Put it away.

You wanna give him
a chance to draw on it.

Mushy, can you tell me which
way our herd is from here?

That's right.

Now, which way was this
rustler hazing the steer?

Did you ever hear of a rustler

hazing a steer back into a herd?

For all I know he
was hazing that steer,

and he ain't got no right to.

He's got every right,
Mushy. This is Frank Miller.

He's a herd cutter.

You know what a herd cutter is.

Yeah, a herd cutter.

Hey, he's a man
hired by the ranchers.

Uh, he stops the herd...

and he cuts out other people's
strays that get mixed up in it.

I think.

That's right, Mushy.

Now about all that's left
is for you to apologize

to Mr. Miller, and
we'll get goin'.

I guess I'm sorry, Mr. Miller.

I think.

Well, if you want to show
him how sorry you are,

how about hazing that
steer back to the herd.

Ha-ha. Your cook's louse?

Yeah. How could you tell?

Yeah, the red one. The red
one is from the Running A.

There's a special Circle G.

Uh, that black one there.

He's a Diamond Bar.

There's a Easy E.

There's a Easy E. Go.

There's a Diamond Bar.

There, that black fella.

Spot's got a J on 'em.

There's a Easy E.

There's an Easy E. Go.

Watch, got an R on him.

There's one.

Here's a Diamond B.

There's a Circle J.

There's a Circle J.

Watch, got an R on him.

That white one's
all right. It's yours.

Boy, he sure can
spot them brands.

He's the best. He's been
doing it a lot of years.

Cutting for all the
ranchers in the valley,

he's calling maybe
28 brands at once.

He just missed one there.

Yeah. Get it, Joe.

That ain't the first one either.

I saw you cut out
a couple he missed.

Well, when I first knew him,
he ain't never missed a one.

Well, it's a big herd.
He's probably getting tired.

Oh, he's getting a
few years on him.

Maybe his eyes
aren't what they were.

You never noticed
anything though.

Oh, well, sure I do. Well... Oh.

That'd do it, Frank?

You're cleaner now. It's true.

You can take 'em on up
the trail tomorrow mornin'.

Good. We'll bed 'em down then.

You got quite a haul,
didn't you, Mr. Miller?

Yeah. Better than a
hundred head, I guess.

Hey, you'd a cost
us a pretty penny.

How many years has it been
that you've been workin' cattle?

Well, now, there's a
question. You know,

I never did keep track.

But this young
whippersnapper here,

he oughta be able to tell you.

Who, Mr. Favor?

Yeah, I was cuttin' 'fore
he could set a horse.

No, I ain't kept track neither.

And how long it's been since
you come up north here, Frank?

Why, it's going on
seven years now.

That long?

Say, Rowdy. You seen Jim Quince?

Yeah, I sent him out
brush-beating for strays

about an hour ago.

Ain't he back yet?
Don't see him nowheres.

He oughta be back by now.

You better take a look then.

Son, you better take
a couple men with you.

Yeah, what for?

Well, uh, he might
have run into somethin'.

We've been having a little
trouble around here lately.

Trouble? What kind?

Been losing beef. Indians?

No, not around here.
We don't know who it is,

but, uh, your man might
just have run into something.

See to it, Rowdy.

Yeah.

Funny thing, you know?

Ain't never noticed
these losses till just lately.

Oh, it couldn't have
been too much then.

Not all at one time, but
just sort of a steady drain.

You know, more than you could
account for by natural causes,

like weather and disease.

But there's just
no trace of 'em.

All the stockmen in the valley

are gettin' up in arms.

Oh, everybody losing?

Some more than
others. But everybody.

Including me.

Coffee's ready.

Good. I can use some of that.

Hey, you!

Put up your hands.

You heard me. Put up your hands.

Uh, now, hold on, mister.

You got me wrong.
This ain't my fire.

No, of course not. But it'll do.

How do you mean?

We'll show you.

Wait a minute, mister.
You gotta listen to me.

I'm with a trail herd.

I'm just gathering strays.

Sure. But that ain't
one of your strays.

He's got the brand of one
of the ranchers in this valley.

It ain't my fire either.
Nor my runnin' iron.

I came up and surprised
him, whoever he was.

Thought he had one
of our strays. I yelled.

He ran up that draw.

Well, you can find his tracks.

There's tracks
all over the place.

What'd he look like?

Well... it was hard to see.

He was ridin' a bay
horse with a blaze.

More than a
hundred in this valley

answer that description.

Don't I at least get a trial?

You've had it.

We're tired of you drovers
coming through this valley

and fattening your
herds at our expense.

We're just gonna make
an example of you.

Look, mister. At least give me
a chance to prove what I say.

My boss'll vouch for me.

I gotta tell somebody.

I don't want to
die out here alone.

You ain't gonna die, Jim.

Now, let him go.

You his boss?

One of 'em.

Now, did you hear what I said?

You, uh... You don't know
who you're talkin' to, boy.

I'm deputy sheriff
of this county.

You're sure acting
like one, mister.

Well, it's your own fault.

You drovers, it's the
only way to fight you.

Uh, not with vigilante law.

We'll abide by real law.

But you ain't gonna
hang one of our men,

deputy sheriff or no.

And I tell you,
he's under arrest.

Now, you say you
abide by the law.

You try to take him, and
you're going against it.

What kind of law is putti" a
rope around a man's neck?

If he's under arrest, why
didn't you take him to jail,

give him a trial?

All right, we'll take him in.

But he'll hang
anyway, don't worry.

Rowdy... you gonna
let him take me in?

Yeah, well, maybe
that's best for now, Jim.

He has got some authority.

We'll find out about this
and get you out in no time.

In the meanwhile, we'll, uh...

We'll ride along with you just
to make sure you get there.

Safe.

Pretty valley, ain't it?

Kinda like it here, huh?

You know, I never thought
I'd come to love a place,

but this valley
sorta grows on you.

Havin' your own spread
makes a difference too, Gil.

I recommend it.

Yeah. Maybe someday.

Now, don't wait too
long. I almost did.

Might never have had it at
all if it hadn't been for my boy.

Yeah, well, it's different
for you. You've got a son.

Yeah, Andy. Nineteen already.

Ah, that's right.

Suppose it sounds
kinda foolish, but, well...

he's what all this is for.

You know, couple more
years, he'll be able to take over.

And we built it up
pretty good for him.

Then I can cash my checks
anytime, and it won't matter.

Say, where is that
son of yours, anyway?

Why, he's taking care of
the ranch while I'm gone.

He's a nice boy, Gil, uh...
I'd like you to meet him.

Maybe we'll just ride down

before you get
away in the mornin'.

Ah, I'd like that.

Looks like your boys comin' in.

Yeah, but too fast.

Something's wrong.

What is it?
Quince, he's in jail.

They had him strung to a
tree when we come across him.

For what?!

For rustling, I guess.

He evidently came across
the fella who they were after,

and he got stuck with
the evidence. Evidence?

Yeah. A downed calf,
a fire and a running iron.

No wonder. The mood they're in,

just a running iron
would be enough.

Uh, Quince tried to tell 'em
they were making a mistake.

He'd have been dead if I
hadn't gotten there when I did.

Uh, they had the
law on their side.

That's why I couldn't
talk him free or anything.

Think he's safe in
this town, Frank?

Well, for a spell.

But they're probably
have a pretty speedy trial.

I left Bailey in there.

Told him to send word
if anything went wrong.

Gil, you figure this fella
of yours is telling the truth?

Quince. He's one
of the best men I got.

I'd trust him as far as
I would Rowdy or you.

He's no rustler.

Mr. Favor, look.

Looks like a whole delegation.

More like a posse to me.

Frank. The whole
kit and caboodle.

Town fathers. Major stockmen.

Who's the boss, Frank?

This is Mr. Gil
Favor, gentlemen,

one of the best trail
bosses in the business.

And I oughta know. I
had a hand in his training.

Gil, this is Morgan
Shaw, our sheriff.

This is John Rye,
mayor of the town.

That's, uh, Marsh Cox.

Yeah, I understand you're
holding one of my men.

That's right. But he won't be
held long, I can assure you.

I'm glad to hear that.

'Cause I can assure you that
he's innocent of the charge.

How can you be sure of that?

Well, I know the
man, that's all.

Well, I don't.

And I don't know you.

For all I know, he could have
been acting under your orders.

What do you mean by that?

I mean you trail
herders always manage

to leave with more
stock than you come with.

Now, wait a minute, Morgan.

Now, Frank...
you stay outta this.

Why should I? I just told you
this man's a friend of mine.

Maybe that don't make
it any better, Frank.

Now, wait a minute.
What are you trying to do?

Accuse me of being
in some illegal deal

with Mr. Favor here?

No, Frank. You
know better than that.

We're not trying to
accuse you of anything.

Well, then what do you mean?

Well... you know
as well as we do

that we're losing
stock some way.

You yourself are.

Only thing we can
figure is these trail herds

are picking it up
as they go through.

Then you are accusing me.

You're accusing me
of not doing my job.

Well, no. No, Frank.
Not that exactly.

But it is possible that
one time or another

you do miss a few sometimes.

Yes, I do. 'Cause my eyes
aren't what they once were.

Maybe I should have
admitted it and asked for help.

But I wanna tell you this:

I didn't let through all
the stock that we've lost.

Take a look in that
holding corral over there.

That's what I cut out
of Mr. Favor's herd.

Over a hundred head.

Well, that's partly
what we mean, Frank.

Seems like a lot of cattle
for them to have picked up

just passing through.

We can't help picking up strays

going across a
range. You know that.

And I cut 'em all
out, that's my job.

Now you take a
look at the main herd.

You won't find one,
maybe two, without brands.

Maybe not. How
many would we find

if we could turn 'em inside out?

Yeah, and after all,
we find one of his men

with a hot fire
and a running iron.

Now, how many other
irons are there in this crew?

I know a row of blotched
brand when I see one.

Yes, but maybe you weren't
watching for 'em, Frank.

You were reading our herds.

Well, we're holding
this herd until

we can check it thoroughly.

It's all right, Frank.

You go ahead, check the
herd. Satisfy yourselves.

We will, first thing
in the morning.

It's getting too dark tonight.

But we'll leave a guard here

to see that you
don't move anything.

All right.

And if you've
satisfied yourselves

there's nothing here,

then you'll let my men go.

No, I didn't say that.

You're not having stolen cattle
wouldn't prove him innocent.

And anyway, that's
for a jury to decide.

What jury? You and your friends?

I'll tell you something, mister.

You'd better let him go,

or you're gonna
be in for trouble.

Well, now, you
just try that, sonny.

We're not afraid of trouble.

We'll be ready for you, and...

maybe you'll join your friend.

Frank. You coming?

No. I'll stay here.

Suit yourself.

Sorry, Gil.

So am I.

What are we gonna do?

I don't know yet.

Is there any chance Jim
will get a fair trial in town?

Fair, yes. But who's
gonna prove him innocent?

Guess that's up to us somehow.

Yeah, but how?

Just gonna have to flush out

the man who really did it.

Well, what happens if we can't?

I don't know.

You ready for 'em, Gil?

Any time. How about Quince?

He's all right. I just
checked at the jail.

Now, you don't have to
worry about Morgan Shaw.

He's an honest sheriff.

And he'll keep him
safe until the trial.

When's that?

They got it set for 3.

They're not waitin'
for the circuit judge.

They're forming a
county committee.

Vigilantes?

Well, it's better
than no trial at all.

Oh, Gil, this is Andy.
Andy, this is Gil Favor.

Howdy, Andy. Glad
to meet you, Mr. Favor.

My father says
you're a great man.

I'm just another cowhand.

There's a few things
greater than that.

Not to my father.

Well, now, they don't
come any greater than he is.

Yeah, I know.

Uh, sorry about all this.

Puttin' you to all this
trouble, Mr. Favor.

We're not being very
hospitable, are we?

Ah, I guess it can't be helped.

Are you ready, Favor?

We'll get 'em over there. My
men'll squeeze 'em through,

your men will hold
and ride after 'em.

That satisfactory?

Let's get it over with.

Hey, hey.

Well?

We didn't see anything.

What about blotched brands?

Nope. You wouldn't take my word.

Look, Frank...

all I know is we're
losing stock somehow.

Maybe that drover
hasn't got any.

And maybe he has.
What do you mean?

Maybe he's got some
way of gettin' 'em past us.

Maybe he sent 'em
around and through the pass

down to the valley.

You think he could have done
that without me findin' it out?

I don't know, Frank.

Now, wait a minute.

I don't care what
you think about me,

but nobody in 40 years

has questioned
Frank Miller's integrity.

And you've got no call to now.

You're doing an injustice
to a friend and a neighbor.

Nobody's questionin'
Frank's integrity.

Personally, I'm
convinced you had nothing

to do with it, Favor.

Sorry we didn't take
Frank's word for it.

I hope you'll
forgive us for that.

Anyway, you're free
to take your herd on.

Not without my man, Quince.

He has to stand trial.

Before a vigilante court?

I assure you he'll
be treated fairly.

If you want to testify
for him, you may do so.

If you have any evidence in
his behalf, you can present it.

Well, you know I
haven't got any evidence.

How could I?

But I know the man is innocent.

If you can prove
it, he'll go free.

I promise you.

It's up to you.

I'm warning you.

I'm not gonna let
any vigilante court

hang any men of mine.

Especially when I
know he's innocent.

Like our sheriff told you,
we don't want trouble.

But if it comes, we
can take care of it.

If he's sentenced to hang...

he'll hang.

What are we gonna do?

First of all,

show me where
that brandin' iron was.

It's not much to go on.

Not enough to prove anything.

And not enough to
convince anybody

Quince was tellin' the truth.

I was convinced when
you vouched for him.

Let's see where
those tracks lead.

See anything over there?!

No.

Afraid it's no use, Mr. Favor.

Looks like we lost 'em.

That fella sure knew
what he's doing.

Well, now where do we stand?

Well, if we can't track him out,

we're gonna have
to think him out.

You people must
have talked this over.

Aren't there some suspects?

Well, first we thought
it might be Indians.

But they would have left signs.

So would any outside
bunch of rustlers.

And we found no sign at all.

Well, then it must
have occurred to you

that it might be somebody
from here in the valley.

Yeah, we talked about that.

But that's just a blank wall.

You see, every stockman,
he's a solid citizen.

And every one of 'em
has been losing stock.

Now, there's nobody in the town

that could be doin' it.

Why not?

Well, it's too big an operation.

First off, where would
they hold the stock?

Then where would they sell it?

Except a passin' herd.

Now that's why the
suspicions finally got

to rest on you fellas.

Yeah, I see.

Isn't there any local market?

Oh, sure. Town butcher.

Ha-ha. He couldn't sell
that much meat in 10 years.

Of course, the
tannery buys hides,

but, uh...

well, what would they
do with the carcasses?

Where do they get their hides?

They buy 'em from all around.

'Course most of 'em
come from Fort Hawkes.

That's a Army post
over in Warm Creek.

How far's that?

Oh, 20 miles.

Less, over the hill.

Are where do
they get their beef?

Oh, they buy from
all of us, all around.

It's a matter of policy they
say to spread out their buyin',

so nobody will accuse
them of playing favorites.

Why, some of their
stock's driven in

from three, four
counties away, I'm told.

Well, then nobody but them
would know exactly how much beef

they're buying from this
valley. No, I suppose not.

And it's the biggest
local market?

Oh, by far.

Well, then that's where
we'll check in first.

Who's in charge there?

A Colonel Cook.

Of course, you'd want to
see the supply officer. Uh...

Andy, what's that fella's name?

Uh... Uh, Lieutenant
Hill, I think. Oh, yeah.

Andy took over the
last stock we sold 'em,

but it was quite a while ago.

Anyhow, he'll tell you
who you wanna see.

All right. Now, wait a minute.

Don't you want
us to go with you?

No, Rowdy and I can handle it.

Say, would you go back to town,

keep an eye on Quince?

Maybe you can delay the trial

until we get back
with what we can find.

Uh, which way do we go?

Why, right over the hills,

follow this wash up to the side.

You'll see it down in the
canyon down the valley there.

Right. We'll be back
as soon as we can.

Well, I'll do what I can.

Good luck to you.

Ah, say... could you tell me

where I might find
the supply officer?

Lieutenant Hill. Uh, I
just saw him down there

in the Sutler Store.

Uh, thanks, corporal.

This is the third time
you run out of tobacco.

I'm sorry, lieutenant.

What's the most important item

in the Sutler Store?

Tobacco.

Next time you run out,

you lose your franchise
right then and there.

Lieutenant Hill?

Yes. What can I do
for you, gentlemen?

Howdy. My name's Favor.

I'm boss of a trail herd
that's going through.

Little short on men,
little long on cattle.

I was just wondering if I
could sell you some beef.

I'm afraid not.

We're pretty well
stocked right now.

I see. You, uh, buy all
your beef around here?

From the ranchers
around here, yes.

Yeah, well, you get a
better price that way.

But, um, I'd be willing
to give a good price too.

No, thanks.

You're not even
gonna ask me my price?

Say, you must be
getting a good one.

I'm busy.

Uh, you, uh, buy all from
the same source, huh?

Look, Mr. Favor.
Let's drop the pretense.

I've heard about you
and your trouble in town.

Military intelligence, huh?

Something like that.

Now, why did you come here?
What do you want from me?

Just some information.

What information?

Somebody's rustling some cattle.

I think they're
selling 'em to you.

That's absurd.

Is it?

Then you won't mind telling me

who you're buying
your stock from.

I've already told you.

We buy it from many sources.

I just want to
know who they are.

You don't believe me, huh?

I'd just like to
see the records.

They're government
property, Mr. Favor.

I couldn't show them
to you if I wanted to.

I haven't the authority.

Well, who has? Colonel Cook?

No. Nobody this
side of Washington.

Look, this means a man's
life. An innocent man's.

His innocence or guilt
doesn't concern me, Mr. Favor.

I simply haven't the authority
to show you those records.

Now, you're gonna
have to take my word

that the charge is absurd.

I have nothing to hide about
the way I conduct my office.

Nobody's accusing
you of anything.

You're suggesting I
knowingly bought stolen cattle.

No, I'm suggesting somebody's
selling you stolen cattle,

which is a much different thing.

You could be
buying in good faith.

Now, all I need to know

is who you been buying
the most stock from

over in the valley lately.

And I cannot tell you.

Or won't.

Let's put it this
way, Mr. Favor,

I wouldn't if I could.

All right. That's
all I need to know.

You know he's lying?

He's in it all right.

He's probably buying at cut
prices and pocketing the rest.

Jasper like that will
leave the Army rich.

Won't be the first.

Well, what are we gonna do?

How are we gonna prove anything?

Let's look over their beef.

Not that way, gentlemen.

You can leave the way you came.

Just looking around.

This is government property.
I'll have to ask you to leave.

Did you see anything?

Kind of looked
like several brands.

Only one I could make
out was Circle A though.

I don't think there's
any other way

we could get back to those
pens without getting shot.

Not before dark.

I got another idea though.

Cattle make tracks.

They must have
brought 'em in some way.

So let's see if we
can cut a trail on 'em.

Well...

I don't know what to tell you.

This looks like a regular
Santa Fe Trail for critters,

the way these tracks
go every which way.

I don't know. I...

Looks like it's
hopeless, you know?

Maybe.

Let's try a little bit further.

That jasper nearly got me.

Yeah. This is better.

Look.

We got 'em on the run.

Yeah!

Hold it.

Hold it?

Yeah, we'd never catch
up to 'em now anyway.

Something tells me we don't
have to chase him though.

All we gotta do is
look around here.

Rowdy. Come on up here.

They're all brands. All of them.

Some are older than others,
but they're all blotched.

Yeah, and they're
all Circle A's.

Just holds 'em up here in
this backcountry box canyon

'til their brands heal.

And then drives 'em up the
wash, over the hill to the fort.

Pretty simple.

Now, all we gotta do is

find out whose
brand is the Circle A.

And I guess they'll
know that in town, huh?

Let's go.

Quince is gonna be a happy man.

James Quince, the
jury finds you guilty.

The sentence is hanging.

Get up.

Well, we might as
well get it over with.

Now, wait a minute.
You can't do this.

Favor may show up at any
time with some new evidence.

You don't want to
hang an innocent man.

The verdict's been
reached, Frank.

And I think they're right.

But you don't have to rush
right out to the nearest tree.

You can wait a
little, can't you?

We've waited long enough.

We might have done it
yesterday, and save all this trouble.

Well, I'm not sorry about that.

But it's legal now. There's
no sense putting it off.

No, Frank. This ain't
the kind of a thing

you want to sit
around and think about.

No, you might lose
your nerve, huh, Jim?

Morgan, I'm pleading.

Get out of my way, Frank.

Go on.

I'm sorry, Quince.

Hm. You did everything
you could, Mr. Miller. I...

Sure do thank you.

Go on, Quince.

Come on, let's go.

Find anything, Gil?

Yes, I did.

I know who's
doing your rustling.

Who? I don't know his name,

but I know his brand.

I know where he holds the
stock until the brands heal.

And I know where
he's selling 'em.

All right, who?
What's the brand?

The Circle A.

You know what you're saying?

Yours, Frank?

Show me.

Just show me.

And you better be right.

All right.

Put him back in jail.

We'll have to see about this.

All right. Where are they?

They're gone.

This is a man you
called your friend, Frank.

It's no lie.

Look at all those
tracks down there.

So? There's cattle
all over this range.

They'll go anywhere
there's grass and water.

Now, what we wanna see

are those blotched brands
you were talking about.

Where are they?

Well, they couldn't
have been taken far.

All we have to do is look
up one of these washes here.

And waste more time?

Ah, we're sick of your lies.

That's right.

For the evidence, you're
just stalling for time.

Could be a trick, and their men
trying something back in town.

We'd better get
back and finish it.

Great friends.

Using a man like Frank this way.

What are we gonna do?

Better get back to town.

Frank...

Get on back to the herd,
bring every available man.

I'll stick with them.

We didn't find a thing.

What are you doing here, Favor?

You might as well move on.

Unless you want to
stay for the hanging.

Now, wait a minute, Marsh.

That's all I'm asking you to do

is wait a minute
and listen to me.

Now, I didn't know the Circle A

was Frank Miller's brand.

But even if I did,

why would I pick
that particular brand

if I hadn't really seen
it on those cattle.

Go on.

I don't believe Frank
is involved in this

any more than you do.

Besides knowing what
kind of a man he is...

saw how it hit him.

I'm sorry for that.

But it does point up the fact

that there is a logical suspect.

Who?

I should think that'd be
pretty easy to figure out.

It'd have to be somebody
who could sell the brand.

Somebody who had the power
to sign Frank Miller's name

on a bill of sale
over at Fort Hawkes.

Andy?

Now, I don't know
anything about the boy,

and I only saw him yesterday.

And he seemed all
right as far as I could see.

But he does own a
bay horse with a blaze,

just like Quince said he saw.

Well isn't it possible?

He has free reign
handling his father's stock.

He has taken cattle over
to Fort Hawkes for sale,

alone.

Well, what about the boy?

Well, he's only been
here a couple of years.

Not very much like his
father, we know that.

Uh, I guess he grew up with

his mother in towns, you know,

while Frank was out
working cattle somewhere.

But that don't
convict him of rustling.

You're letting this man
throw dust in your eyes.

Turn you away from the verdict

the court's already brought in.

We're not turning away
from anything, Marsh.

I don't take Favor's word
any more than you do, but...

he has got a point,
and it is possible.

Yes, it is.

He may be stalling.

He may be making
wild guesses, but...

he has got a point.

Only you'll have to prove it.

That's all I ask is
a chance to do that.

And the promise that you
won't try hanging Quince

while I'm away.

I'll give you an hour. No more.

Hour?

All right.

I'll be back, Jim.

Pa.

Uh... I thought
you were in town.

I... I was just
coming in myself.

I wanna talk to you, Andy.

Well, c-can't it wait?

No, it can't wait.

Andy, for two years, I
tried to get close to you,

like I figured a father and
a son ought to be, but...

some reason, I just can't do it.

I guess maybe
it's my fault, but...

Well, uh, the time has come

when you and me gotta
understand each other.

Whatever you say, Pa.

Andy, all my
life I tried to live

the way my dad taught me.

Honest, straightforward.

Give full measure to every man.

Double deal no man.

Do a good day's work.

And lay your head
on a pillow at night

with no sense of guilt.

Now, that's the way I've lived.

And that's what the name
Frank Miller has stood for

all over the West for
better than 40 years.

Yeah, I know, Pa.

Uh, wait.

Son, if there's anything
you ought to tell me, uh...

why don't you tell me now.

What things, Pa?

Well, if you've
made any mistakes,

it's a good time to
get 'em off your chest.

No. No, there's nothing.

Well, take your medicine,
wipe the slate clean.

There's nothing, I tell you.

Look, son, if you've got

a man's life on
your conscience...

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Andy, look.

Look, you know how I
feel about your being here.

And how I feel
about your future.

This is your place, Andy.

The Circle A. A is for Andy.

I don't want it. I
never wanted it.

I hate it here. I'm
going back to St. Louis.

What?

I'm not like you, Pa!
Can't you understand that?

I wanna get out of
here, and I'm going to.

Get out of my way, Pa.

I'm through.

We get here in time?

Wish, you and the boys

stick over by the
sheriff's office.

Rowdy, you come on with me.

Right.

Find Andy Miller yet?

No, I doubt he's even in town.

He's probably still
out at the ranch.

We haven't got time
to go out there now.

I got another idea though.

Yeah, what's that?

The tannery.

The third link in the chain.

We should find the
evidence we need there.

Hey.

Army saddle.

Our friend Lieutenant
Hill may be here.

Could be.

That was him all right.

The other fellow was
probably the tanner.

The third link in the chain.

Andy steals the
cattle, Hill buys 'em,

and the tanner turns the hides

without examining
the brands too close.

A very neat operation.

Hmm. Um, maybe it's too neat.

Maybe we can't prove nothing.

We can try. Come on.

Watch your step
there. That's a lime pit.

Over here.

This must be them.

Circle A.

Now, let's see if it's the
same on the other side.

Looks like a Rafter D.

Wasn't hard to blotch that one.

Phew.

I guess this is what
we've been looking for.

Go on back, get the
sheriff. Bring him here.

I'll see what else I can find.

All right.

Nope. Don't touch it.

Put your hands up slow.

Got quite a little
business here, Andy.

Better than ranching, huh?

Guess you're just not a
cowman like your father, huh?

No, and I don't wanna be either.

Well, you'd rather
steal from him

and his friends, and
shoot at 'em from ambush.

Mr. Favor, this is
a gun I'm holding.

I can use it, and I will.

You clear out now.

Take your herd and go.

Tomorrow morning, I'll meet
you on the other side of the pass

with 30 head of prime beef.

No questions, no problems.

You're forgetting
one thing, aren't you?

Man named Quince.

Yeah, well, you can
manage without him.

Yeah. But can he
manage without me?

I don't think so.

I don't think I like
your proposition either.

Take it or leave it.

I don't think I have
to do that either.

Don't you?

They'd never find a
trace of you in that lime pit.

They'd never know
what happened to you.

I think they would.

See, Rowdy's already
gone for the sheriff.

They'll know the
whole thing by now.

And I don't think you could

get rid of all the evidence

quick enough.

Grant!

Grant!

He knows!

We gotta get rid of these hides.

Help me throw
'em in the lime pit.

No, Andy!

Don't blame yourself, Frank.

Well, I had my
dreams of the future.

I guess I forgot he
might have had his own.

Circle A.

Still a good ranch, Frank.

And you still have
plenty of good friends.

I'm sorry, Frank.

Well...

Gil, there's one thing
you might remember,

if you ever have a boy, it's...

It is pretty hard for the son

when he figures his
dad is such a great man.

I sure didn't help any.

What I said to him.

Aw, it wasn't your
fault. None of it.

Mr. Favor. I guess you
know what I'm gonna say.

Forget it. No.

No, I'll never do that.

But there's one thing
I'd like to ask you.

Yeah?

Could you relieve me

of cutting and branding
duty for a spell?

What for?

I've had my bellyful of rope.

Yeah.

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!

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