All language subtitles for Rawhide S06E08 Incident of the Rawhiders.eng

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

- Hyah!
-♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Keep movin', movin', movin' ♪

♪ Though they're disapprovin' ♪

♪ Keep them dogies movin' ♪

♪ Rawhide ♪

♪ Don't try to understand them ♪

♪ Just rope and 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 ♪

-(whip cracks)
-♪ Cut 'em out, ride 'em in ♪

♪ Ride 'em in, let 'em out,
cut 'em out, ride 'em in ♪

-♪ Rawhide...! ♪
-♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

- Hyah!
-♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin'. ♪

(whip cracks twice)

ROWDY:
Howdy.

Hold, fella-- Uh, Miss.
I'm just passing through, ha.

Last man snuck up on me like that
drawed back a stump.

Oh.

Well, I just was gonna cool off here
in the stream.

You got a keenly quiet way
of going about it.

Yeah. You live around here?

You better attend to your cooling off,
mister, and ride on out of here.

Oh, I see you're cleaning off some...

...mavericks.

I didn't see no brands on them.

Ought to be able to tell too,
seeing as I can read and do sums.

Yeah, well, come in mighty handy

culling out the branded
from the unbranded.

Mavericks belongs
to who catches them.

Sure this one
didn't have an accident?

Maybe sit himself down
on a hot branding iron.

COLLIE:
Raise your hands, stranger.

Now you sashay around here slow-like
while I can look on you.

While you're doing that,
untie that iron.

Hurry up! Drop it on the ground!

Look, uh, can't I just hand it to you?
It's kind of dirty down in there.

BROCK:
Kick him more.

You go ahead
and do like my brother told you,

and you drop that iron.

I don't care if it gets mighty dirty.

Now, you pick him up.

Fetch his horse.

This way.

All right. Drop him.

Dead?

[GROANING]

Ain't dead.

- Who might you be?
- Name's Rowdy Yates.

I'm a prospector.

Look more like a drover.

You got a herd
somewhere close by?

No. No, I'm just on the trail
on my way up to Montana. Gotta...

I hear there's a lot of gold
up in that area.

Never put much truck
in what's below ground.

Like what's on top better.

Why did you whup my boy?

Well, he thought
I was getting a little curious

about a hide
one of your people was dressing down.

Strays. Mavericks and strays.

Like you, prospector,
we live off of the fat of the land.

Just poor, simple rawhider folks
taking what the Lord sees fit to render.

Yeah. Well, if it's all the same,
I'll be getting on back.

QUADE:
Back?

You got somewhere to go back to?

Back to the trail. Montana.
It's kind of a long ride.

The book say
you ain't give satisfaction yet.

- Book?
- Our book.

Been living by it for 25, 30 years.

Regular law don't work for us,
so we live by the book.

It tells us how to act.

Now, one thing it say to us is,
we gotta protect our own.

Now you done hurt one of us,

so you gotta answer for it.

Look, all I did was--

Book don't allow no apologizing.

- Now?
- Now.

Brock, catch him in the belly.

Yeah.

QUADE:
Get away from him, woman!

The book don't allow no pampering,
Mr. Yates.

Yeah? Well, I ain't gonna take
your man's life for no lousy book.

Then you giving him his life?

That's right. With my compliments.

You hear that, boy?
The man done give you your life.

Now, according to the book,
you gotta give him something back,

only more valuable.

Well, all I've got is my rifle.

Well, you'll have to do better
than that.

I ain't got nothing else.

You got Valley Rose.
I done give her to you.

- But we is intended.
- Yeah.

You got an obligation first,
the book said so.

Look, he ain't got to give me nothing,
that includes a woman.

The book's the book.

Now, get to it, boy.

Here. Take her.

We're even now.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute, you
can't go around giving away people.

I don't even know her.

Know her now.
Her name's Valley Rose.

Woman, throw another chunk
in this pot here.

Right after evening vittles
we is gonna have us a wedding.

[COUGHS]

You don't cotton to our rut whiskey,
huh, Mr. Yates?

Well, it is, ahem, kind of unusual.

Well, I guess we're about ready.

Will you--?

You're liable to get somebody hurt.

Here, you might as well take this.

Be no sense in a man going
to his own wedding half-naked.

Put it on,
you'll feel more comfortable.

Yeah. Thanks. Thanks.

Ain't never had a prospector
in the family before.

I reckon you travel around
quite a far distance.

Yeah. Yeah, not far enough really.

Seen any interesting sights lately?

Like maybe a big herd,
something like that?

No.

Yeah, yeah, I did see a herd
about two weeks ago

way, way south of here.

Pretty big herd, was it?

Well, fair. It must have had
a thousand head at the outside.

Woo-ee, a thousand head.
That's a right smart sum.

Why, four or five heads
most we've ever had at one time.

QUADE:
Will you hush up?

Can't you see you're displeasuring
my visit with Mr. Yates here?

Thousand head.

That is a right smart sum.

Shame they're so far away.
We'd never get there,

what with the wagons
and the women and all.

Yeah.

Yeah. Look, Mr. Quade,

why don't we turn this wedding
into a real celebration?

I got an idea.

What would that be?

Well, if maybe I went out and scouted,
found a herd closer than this one.

See, I know this country
around here pretty well.

I could pick off a few strays
and bring them back here

and we'd have enough
for a feast for everybody.

Yeah. That's a right fetching idea

seeing as how we haven't had
a chance to look around much.

Look, it would only take me a day
or two at the outside.

Sure would admire to sink my teeth
in a fresh brisket.

But we're forgetting one thing.

We done promised Valley Rose
a wedding.

Oh, no, she wouldn't mind
waiting a mite.

QUADE:
A promise is a promise, boy.

Ain't book to go back on word.

So I guess we'll just have
to have the wedding first,

then we'll consider your idea
more fully, Mr. Yates.

You gonna go to your own wedding
in that condition?

Huh?

QUADE: Well, a groom usually
gets his self all slickered up.

Why don't you go on down there
to the creek

and get some of that dirt off of you?

Yeah, yeah.
I could stand a little cleaning up.

- I'll just go right with you.
- Sit down. You've got chores in camp.

Better dust off your horse too.

My horse? Yeah.

Women are persnickety
about them little things.

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

Rest easy with them irons.

Man got a right to clean up
for his own wedding.

Sure has.

Right. Well, I'll go on down there
and I'll be back in a little bit.

Be back in a little bit, fellas.

- But--
- Shh.

[HORSE GALLOPING AWAY]

- He's getting away, Daddy.
- That's just what I want him to do.

- Why?
- You ever see a prospector

with chaps tied onto his saddle?

Man uses chaps to brush-pop a herd,
not dig gold.

Now, you two boys
get your horses saddled.

I figure our prospector friend's
got a herd somewhere close by.

[LAUGHING]

[HERDERS WHISTLING
AND YELLING]

[HERDERS YELLING
AND COWS GRUNTING]

[HERDERS YELLING
AND WHISTLING]

- Howdy.
- Uh. Well?

Valley goes north eight or nine miles
then bends west.

After the bend,
there's plenty of water.

What about the lake?

The lake.
Well, spotted some rawhiders far in.

Rawhiders?

- Yeah.
- Those no good...

If they latch on to this herd, we can
write off at least a hundred head.

Yeah, well, they seemed to be pretty
well dug in right where they were.

Dug in?
Since when is a rawhider ever dug in?

And they're always sneaking around
looking for a stampede,

or starting one themselves.

Stripping the hides off strays
and leaving the carcasses to rot.

Those dirty...

Oh, you didn't...?

Pardon?

They didn't spot you, did they?

Ahem.
Well, yeah, as a matter of fact, uh...

I had supper with them last night.

You what?

Well, you see, uh,

they were a little insistent
about the whole thing.

FAVOR:
Well, I don't doubt it.

You being
such a big lovable, sociable type.

What in the earth
are you doing back here?

You wanna point out the herd
to them?

I didn't come straight back here.

They'd have a real rough time
tracking me in here.

Oh, that's a big comfort.

Not a thing in the world
to worry about,

except a rawhider
can track a mountain goat

through a cloud bank blindfolded.

Why me?

All right, I'll head them straight east,
bypass the lake,

just in case your friends
don't stay, ha, "dug in."

My friends?

[HERDERS YELLING]

Well, I didn't lose me no son,
I gained a herd.

[HERDERS YELLING
AND WHISTLING]

Ooh. That herd's a mite closer
than he figured.

Yeah.

The Lord don't take kindly
to them that don't share.

Do we still have
to give him Valley Rose?

He done turn her down once.

You know what the book says.

Well, if he don't want her, you know,
and the herd's in sight--

Are you trying
to displeasure me, boy?

That girl's worth
a lot of hides to us.

You ride on back to camp,
get the rest of the men

and tell them to bring their irons.

Fetch Valley Rose.

Tell her to bring
that wedding dress of hers.

- But, Daddy--
QUADE: You hear me, boy?

Hey, Daddy,
what if Brock was right?

What if that fella don't want her?

Well, I reckon to protect our honor,

we'll just have to kill him dead.

Sure are a lot of cows.

QUINCE:
There ain't much meat here.

Well, you better enjoy what there is.

No telling when another cow
will keel over

and Mr. Favor won't let me stop
to string one up.

You mean you didn't slaughter this?

He just keeled over and bellied up.

Maybe he was sick.

Don't taste like anything serious
to me.

- This steer took it mighty serious.
WISHBONE: Aah.

Heads up. Company.

- Covered your tracks real good, huh?
- Yeah.

Howdy.

My name is John Wesley Quade.

These are my boys.
This is Collie and here's Brock.

My name is Favor. What you want?

Well, that's right neighborly of you
to ask.

We just come over
to finish up a little ceremony

that got interrupted
in our camp last night.

Ceremony? What kind of ceremony?

Wedding. Of course,
the groom turned up a mite shy.

That's him there, Mr. Yates.

Oh, a little something
that slipped your mind, huh?

Well, look, can I help it
if they want me to marry her

just because they gave her to me?

- They gave her to you, you--
QUADE: That's right.

Brock here, he done gave Mr. Yates
Valley Rose as a present.

You see, they'd had a mite of a spat
before they became friends,

so the only honorable thing to do
was to exchange gifts.

Look at her, Mr. Yates.

She stands quiet, built firm.

Won't give you
the least bit of trouble.

I bet if you scraped a couple of layers
of that prairie off of her

she might turn out
to be right handsome.

Yeah. Look, as far as I'm concerned,
there ain't gonna be no wedding.

Not with me in it, anyway.

Put the gun down, Collie.

You pressing
our honorable intentions?

I'll get married in my own time,
my own choosing.

I ain't gonna have no marriage

ramrodded down my throat.
I tell you that.

Book says you got an obligation.

Yeah? Well, the book's wrong.

Mr. Yates,
we ain't got much except honor.

In fact, honor
is about all we do got.

That's why we prize it
so keenly high.

Having little, the turning down of a gift
is about the worst offense in the book.

Looks like we gonna have
to shoot you dead, Mr. Yates.

Well, that might take some doing,
fella.

I know he ain't much
but we're kind of used to him,

all 25 of us.

- Collie?
- Huh?

Give me that silver dollar
you've been a-saving.

What for?

QUADE:
Just do as your Daddy tells you.

Now you two put your good eye
on this and watch.

[GUNSHOT]

Cousin one's shooting low again,
Daddy.

Darn near got off
the outside edge.

Well, so he did.

Gonna have to talk to that boy
about that front side of his.

Of course, can't expect him
to shoot as good

as cousin number two up there.

He's been known to shoot the eye
out of a squirrel from half a mile.

Heh-heh-heh. Now, where was we?

Daddy, go on, ask him.

Ask him what?

Well, don't the book say there's other
honorable ways of fixing an affront?

Well, book ain't really too clear
on that.

Well, say, they like to offer us
three or 400 head,

wouldn't that kind of atone?

I don't rightly know.

Well, what do you think?

- Think?
- Oh, forget I used the word.

All right, seeing this is you,

I'll let you have three, 400 head
of cattle.

Ten dollars a head.

Me? Now, wait a minute.

You know
I ain't got that kind of money.

That settles that, then.

Just a minute,
you don't think I'm gonna marry her?

Either get married or get buried.

Either you accommodate
these gentlemen

or they're gonna start shooting.

Now, you know I've got a fond feeling
for you,

but I've got a fond feeling for me too,

and the rest of the boys,
and 3,000 head of cattle.

Now, I'm sorry, but you lose.

I'm kind of hoping
you'll understand this

before somebody has to get killed.

Oh, the boy is drowning
and you throw him an anchor.

Yeah, boy, that's just great.

Nothing like having the rest of the boys
to watch out for.

[QUADE CLEARS THROAT]

Now, hold on.

I've been recollecting the book,

and, well, I got to thinking

that maybe Valley Rose's hurt
ain't as big as we thought.

Now, if I was to hear the mention
of maybe 200 head,

I might be able to use
my fatherly advice on her.

Well, um, you heard Mr. Yates.

He's a mite short on property.

Besides, we ain't got a preacher.

Oh, I'll take care of the religious freight
for my kin.

Valley Rose, get on over there
and take a hold to your groom's hand.

- Got it?
- Yeah.

Dearly beholding, we're gathered here
to join these two young'uns

- in holy wedlock, and we is a-going--
FAVOR: All right, hold it.

Changed your mind
about the 200 heads?

No, no, it's just that this is a pretty big
occasion for these young folks,

especially for the woman.
Woman takes a marriage serious.

Since it's a big event,
let's make it a big one.

We can clean up the camp,

spread out a few flowers,
fix up some seats.

A waste of time.

- It ain't neither.
- No, it ain't.

Well, I guess since it is
such a proud occasion,

we might do with a bit of beautifying.

Well, then, it's settled.

Maybe you'd better leave the girl
with us.

She could use a bit of fixing up too.

We do our own fixing.

Oh, you. You got any soap?
You even got a comb?

Well, you--

QUADE:
He's got you there.

Oh, Valley Rose,
you run along with them

and get ready
to put on your marrying-up dress.

Any particular thing you'd like me
to get fixed up with?

Like sackcloth and ashes, huh?

You're all right.

As a matter of fact, you make
a lovely bridegroom just as you are.

Oh, thanks.

Oh, we wouldn't take kindly
to him taking off now

the minute our back is turned.

Fact is
our cousins up there on the hill

would just get purely distempered.

Oh, Mr. Quade, I'm absolutely certain
the groom had no intentions

of upsetting your plans.

I ain't gonna have you
putting her aside again.

I'll tell you what,

why don't you come along,
keep an eye on him?

You do that, boy.

And if he tries to make a break for it,

you just shoot him
anytime you want.

- What?
- Oh, look, you could all stay and help

with the fixings you want.

No, no.
We like to stay out in the open.

Valley Rose,
I'll throw down your goat satchel.

We'll be back along by sundown.

Alrighty. Be looking for you.

All right.

- Get to fixing.
- Get that rifle out of my gut.

I'll stick the barrel down your throat
and kick the stock off.

Boss, maybe I missed something
but if this is a joke, where did I miss it?

Since when does a wedding strike you
as a joke, Wish?

Well, this one sure looks like one.
All it needs is a shotgun.

Or a couple of long-barreled
squirrel guns.

Oh, what are we gonna do?

Get set for a wedding, of course.

A little slice, that's all it would take.

Nah, it would be too easy.

Yates, you dumb--

Look, Brock.

You want her, not me.

There's gotta be someway
we can work this out

so that we'll both be happy.

I see the way she looked on you
when you rode in the camp.

Your felt hat and your leather boots
and all your store-boughts.

You can give her lots of more things
than I could.

But you two are intended.
How about the way she looks on you?

That don't make no difference.
She's yours now.

ROWDY:
You can talk to your daddy.

You can tell him
that you want her back.

It ain't book.

Book--

Have you ever seen this book?
You ever read it?

I can't read.

Besides, Pappy, he lost the book
before I growed up.

Yeah. I'll bet he lost it.

There probably never was any book.

He just uses that to get you people
to do what he wants.

It don't make no difference
if it was a book you can see.

It's a book we live by.

It works.

Yeah, it works because he wants it
to work, that's why.

How come there's no other
young people with your group?

Well, they growed up and lit out.

Yeah, they lit out
because they got smart, that's why.

When they could fend for themselves,
they realized there's a better life

than scavenging.

I ain't sure about that.

You ever notice a horse shy away
from a rope when you show it to him?

- Yeah.
- That's because that rope was used

to make him mind
when he was a colt.

It was either cinched
around his neck

or else doubled over
and laid over his rump.

Now, that horse when he grows up,

all you gotta do is show that rope
to him and he'll shy away.

What I'm trying to say
is that if a horse had a brain,

he wouldn't let any human being
bluff him.

I don't know about that.

Hiding is my business.

Get on with your fixing up.

Oh, boy.

I brought you some more water.

VALLEY ROSE:
More? I ain't cooking a steer.

I'm just taking a bath.

- Want a towel?
VALLEY ROSE: A what?

A towel to dry off with.

VALLEY ROSE: I always just jump up
and down and all the water shakes off.

If you want one
there's one right in the back of you.

VALLEY ROSE: How do you know
which way I'm facing?

Where's Mr. Yates?

He's getting himself slicked up.

VALLEY ROSE:
Is Brock with him?

You mean the fellow
that tickled him with a rifle? Yeah.

VALLEY ROSE: How's he look?
- Down in the mouth, both of them.

- Here.
- What's that?

WISHBONE:
It's your wedding dress.

I patched up some of the holes in it.

Wish, everything working out
all right?

Just fine and dandy.

Now, all we gotta do
is fumigate the whole camp.

They're jumping already.

Mushy, get me a shovel.

VALLEY ROSE:
Mr. Favor, is that you?

Yeah.

VALLEY ROSE:
I reckon you're busy

with the fixing and all,

that's what I want
to talk to you about.

Now, look,
we're doing the best we can.

You're gonna have
to be satisfied with that.

I know that, Mr. Favor.

And I am as a much as I could be.

It's just that I ain't ever had nobody
interested in being real kin to me for,

worrying about my feelings
and like that.

I don't even know
where my real kin is.

Of course, Daddy Quade
takes over the burden of that now but--

Well, it ain't the same
as what you did.

Speaking up
about a proper wedding and all.

Well, thanks, but I'm afraid you give
me a lot more credit than I'm due.

Mr. Favor,
I guess what I'm trying to say is...

If I were choosing kin of my own,

I'd choose you.

- Collie?
COLLIE: What?

What they doing up there?

COLLIE: It looks they mean to have
that wedding.

Why don't we just go down there
and start shooting?

Did you count them drovers?
There must have been 20, 25 of them.

Well, there's more of us then
than them.

It ain't good odds, I calculate.

Brains is king, boy.
That's why I'm boss.

Yeah. But for a while,
it looked there like Brock was.

No, he was just trying to show off
to Valley Rose.

Won't make no never mind.
We'll get our hides.

COLLIE:
How? What are you gonna do

if that fellow does marry up
with Valley Rose?

You can't shoot kinfolks.
The book says so.

Well, I've been thinking on that.

Did you notice how them cows

was a-hooking and a-kicking
at each other?

Yeah, I noticed that.

Well, that means
they're gonna spook easy.

Now, then,
if we do get us a wedding,

well, it's only natural
we is gonna have a shivaree.

So we is gonna tow the cake
down there

and give them drovers whiskey
till their hats is a-floating.

Then, long towards
the middle of the night,

my boy Collie here, he's--

He's gonna ride out
in back of that herd,

and cut loose with his iron

and stampede them cows
all over creation.

Hot doggies!

Now, then, when them drovers
rides out to turn that herd,

well, us being kin, naturally,
we is gonna ride out and help them.

But they is gonna be shooting high.

And us?

We gonna be shooting a mite low.

Then we're gonna disappear.

Come morning,

there's gonna be dead cows strung
from here to there.

Well, how many, Daddy?

Well, I figure maybe 400 head.

- Four hundred hides?
- Yup.

We can get lots of pretties at store
with that many.

[GRUNTS]

Boy, you got a plumb
mean streak in you.

No respect for your old daddy.

Half of them hides
is gonna go for pretties.

The rest of them
belong to me personal.

You know what the book say:

The Lord renders wages to them
that helps others.

All right, round up all the boxes
you can find.

Build me a table right here
with the tailgate.

Men, get into the supply wagon

and pull out some old barrels
and sacks to make some seats.

MUSHY:
How about these?

Oh, Mushy,
I said wildflowers, not stinkweed.

Now, get going then.

It wouldn't be too bad an idea
if you was to fall in that creek too.

Now, move.

Now, stay away from that coffeepot.
I got a collar boiling in that.

Bad enough as it was.

Quince, Scarlet.

Let somebody else take care of the
seating arrangements. Come here.

I, uh...

Maybe it's about time you two boys
took a ride, ain't it?

Well, sir. I think it is.

- How many men we got on the herd?
SCARLET: Eight.

Rest of them is helping Wish
like you said.

Then better put six more on.

I got a feeling the herd might start
getting jumpy.

Well, that's gonna make our part of
the wedding attendance kind of lean.

How are you gonna explain it?

Well, I guess I have to just up
and tell a lie, huh?

Ooh. It's my shooting finger.

Then keep it off from the whiskey.

You're getting it all riled up.
That's for the drovers.

Now, Lukie,
move it in there under the wagon

until the shade will cool it off.

Let it settle down a mite.

You heard Daddy Quade.
Keep your fingers off it now.

QUADE:
How's it going down there, Collie?

Still getting ready for that wedding.

They got that camp down there
cleaner than a wood floor.

Nobody rode out to outflank us?

Just a few of them
going back and forth down there

from the herd to the camp.

It's plumb peaceful.

I could have swore
they was setting us up for something.

You keep your eyes peeled, boy.

When the creek bottom's soft,
you gotta watch your step

look out for quicksand.
Don't you forget that.

All that trouble they're going to,
they must be going through with it.

So are we, boy.

[LAUGHS]

So are we.

- Everything all right, Miss Rose?
VALLEY ROSE: Uh-huh.

MUSHY:
Looks right out of the catalog.

Well, Christ...

She's perfect.

I mean, pretty.

Well, don't everybody
just stand around gawking,

there's customs to a wedding,
you know.

There's something old,
something new,

something borrowed,
and something blue.

Who's got something old?

This here is the first tooth
I ever lost, ma'am.

I guess it's pretty old.

If you wanted to give her
something old,

why didn't you just give her
one of your old socks?

Here's a plug of chewing tobacco.

It's new
because it ain't ever been used.

The least you could have done
was wrap it up.

This peineta belonged to my sister.

For you, something to borrow.

Say...

Here's something I picked up
in Abilene...

Well, it's just a little old hankie,
but it is blue.

The only soft thing I ever had
Was some moccasins.

Chewed rawhide with my own teeth
for two months to get them that way too.

I lost my own comb a long time ago.

When my hair gets knotty,
I just cut it off with a knife

that Brock hammered out
in a horseshoe for me.

He's real good at making things,
Brock is.

He strung me up a necklace once
made out of real deer teeth.

Had to throw it away, though,

because Daddy Quade said
it was agin book.

Brock really likes plug.

I don't suppose it'd be fitting
to give it to him afterwards.

Seeing as he ain't the one
that's marrying me.

That's her?

She's prettier
than a mountain flower.

She'll make you a good
and proper wife.

She reads and does sums.

You best be good to her

or I'll come looking for you.

I mean it.

Now, get.

Howdy.

Uh...

I was of mind
you had more men than this.

Yeah, well,
we're changing the watch on the herd.

The relief men should be filing in
during the next half hour.

Say, you seem to be
a mite shy yourself.

- Where's that other boy of yours--?
- Collie.

Collie.
Well, he done got the poorlies.

We had to leave him in camp.

Brought along the keg.

Thought maybe your men might like
some rut whiskey for the shivaree.

- I wouldn't be a mite surprised.
- Boys.

Hey, you got it fixed up nice
for the wedding.

One of my men
plays a harmonica.

Lukie. Get your mouth limbered up.

Pleased to, Daddy Quade.

Seeing as you're all family,
I know, of course,

that you'd be wanting to sit
right down in front, wouldn't you?

No, no.

My men, they don't like
having anybody in hind of them.

So if it's all the same to you,

they'll just kind of sit and stand around
in the back.

All right, suit yourself.

Boys, down front.

[LUKIE PLAYING HARMONICA]

Fellas.

Well, I guess
we've had about enough music.

Bring on the intendeds.

FAVOR:
Wish!

[LUKIE CONTINUES PLAYING
HARMONICA]

[MEN MURMURING]

Dang, woman.

You is just flat got out.

Well, it's my wedding day, ain't it?

Yeah.

Well, where's the other half
of this outfit?

Well, you make
a fit-looking groom.

Well,

dearly beholden,
we is bunched up here to--

Lukie, will you shut up?

Dearly beholden,
we is bunched up here

to join these two young'uns
in holy matrimony.

An honorable estate,
dedicated to the proposition

that all men is created equal.

I do hate to keep interrupting
the ceremony like this,

but if I could say
just one little thing more.

Why, sure you just go ahead
and sing out.

Like...

Now!

Found this one
out behind the herd, Mr. Favor.

Had to convince him to join us.

Shoot them, cousins!
Shoot them dead!

SCARLET: How would you like
a matching set of holes

on each side of that grin?

Drop it.

Shoot them, cousins!

You may have to wait a while
for that, cousin.

Come on, Brock. Give up the gun.

No.

What do you mean "no"?

No, I--

I ain't gonna give this rifle back

until this man knows
I'm giving him a present.

Now, Brockie, if they take it away
from you, that's one thing.

But you giving it to them,
that ain't book.

Book's just been changed.

COLLIE:
Hot doggies!

Brock sure got him a good one.

What do you want me to do
with this?

Well, I thought
you might give me something back

just as valuable.

Maybe even a mite more valuable.

You mean like not shoot you? Heh.

No, no. I--

I had another idea in mind.

Yeah, well, I'll tell you.
Go ahead with my blessings.

[VALLEY ROSE & BROCK LAUGH]

Now, if it's all right with you,

we'll just get on out of here
and just leave you all alone.

We done caused you enough trouble.
We won't bother you again.

Brock never gone back on a promise
in his whole life.

That I can believe,
but what about him?

I don't figure his opinion means much
anymore.

If you can't bluff a horse,
you shouldn't shake a rope in his face.

Get up, you miserable old hog.

There's going to be some changes
made around here.

You heard him.
Quit waddling around and get!

No, no, no.
Don't kick your old Daddy, boys.

- You're gonna give me the miseries.
BROCK: Get up!

- Hit him again, Brock. He sassed you.
- Yeah.

Now, wait, wait, wait.
Wait, boys. Please.

You've got meanness in your veins!

What are we gonna do with these two,
Mr. Favor?

Oh, they're missing out on all the fun.
Let them go.

That's what I call
a real close-knit family.

Yeah, just like you fellas.

All real close-knit family.

Oh, now, Rowdy,
you know we couldn't tell you.

- Why not?
- Well...

It's that face of yours.

Well, I mean, it ain't exactly
a poker face, you know.

QUINCE: It was just like the time
you hit that inside straight.

Your face was purely
cash register.

No need in getting sore, Rowdy.
I'll tell you what,

just to make up, when we get
to Denver, I promise not to shoot you

if you'll give me that waitress
you got stashed away.

Now, hold on, Rowdy,
I was only joking.

[WISHBONE CHUCKLES]

[SCARLET GROANS]

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Do you ever know
how awful touchy a bridegroom gets

- on his wedding day?
- Oh.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Head them out!

Move them out!