All language subtitles for Rawhide - 2X11 - Incident Of The Blue Fire_iris3.eng

Hyah!

( whip cracks )

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Keep movin', movin', movin' ♪

♪ Though they're disapprovin' ♪

♪ Keep them dogies movin' ♪

♪ Rawhide! ♪

♪ Don't try
To understand 'em ♪

♪ Just rope, throw
And brand 'em ♪

♪ Soon we'll be livin'
High and wide ♪

♪ My heart's calculatin' ♪

♪ My true love
Will be waitin' ♪

♪ Be waiting at the end
Of my ride ♪

♪ Move 'em on, head 'em up
Head 'em up, move 'em on ♪

♪ Move 'em on, head 'em up
Rawhide ♪

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

♪ Cut 'em out
Ride 'em in ♪

♪ Rawhide! ♪

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

Hyah!

( whip cracks )

Hyah!

( whip cracks )

♪ Rawhide! ♪

Hyah!

( whip cracks )

( whip cracks )

( peaceful theme playing )

FAVOR:
Old-timers always say,

it doesn't storm
like it used to.

But I'd argue with 'em.

When you're on a trail drive,

you get on intimate terms
with the weather.

You're away from home
maybe eight, nine months,

and you may not sleep
under a roof the whole time.

Rain, sleet, snow,
whatever it has to offer,

it's part of the job.

My job.

Gil Favor's the name.
Trail boss.

( cattle lowing )

( thunder rumbling )

( cattle lowing louder)

Whoa, boy. Whoa.

I know
they're getting nervous.

Let's just quiet 'em down.

( lowing continues )

( exhales )

Well, looks like
we're in for it.

Maybe before dawn.

Yeah, well, it's been spoilin'
for it for two days now.

Always a first time.
They're plenty nervous.

You'd think they never seen
lightning before.

Wouldn't take much. One good
clap of thunder maybe.

Yeah, well, this herd's
never run, neither.

Well, I guess we better
call Mr. Favor.

Oh, no.

No use callin' him.

He always says himself,

one man who knows how
can turn a herd

better than a whole crew.

Well, maybe.

Better tune up and start
quieting 'em down, huh?

Yeah.

( cattle lowing )

( thunder rumbling )

Hey Soos.

Señor.

You cinchin' up
the night horses?

Sí. I thought,
just in case.

Good.
Hurry it up.

Gracias.

What do you think, Pete?

We've had this herd together
for quite a while.

I think we can hold 'em.

I don't know.

They're fixin' to run.
I can just feel it.

PETE:
Yeah, I can too.

Just like you can
smell it in the air.

FAVOR:
Who knows.

Maybe they can smell
something too.

Maybe that's
why they run.

( loud clattering )

Watch what you're doing!

Mr. Favor,

you'd better take
your hands off me.

All right,
keep it quiet then.

We can't afford to have
any unnecessary noise.

Herd's too spooky.

I'm doubling
the night guard.

Light. Bill. Arnold.

Pete and myself
will go out.

The rest of you
stay alert.

Be ready to ride
if I send back word.

Let's go.

( thunder rumbling )

( cattle lowing )

What are you losing
sleep for, boss?

I can handle this.

You just might be glad
for some help later on.

You always say yourself,

one man can turn
a running herd

better than a whole crew.

Nope.

I said one man
who knows how.

Don't you think
I know how?

You ever been
in a big run?

Well, yeah...

Ah. You know I haven't.

Wait'll you try it.

Maybe tonight.

Now you just keep on
singin' to 'em,

sweet and low,

just enough to let 'em
know you're there.

Like a lullaby.

The scary thing
about it is,

no tellin'
what'll send 'em off.

A little sound
you wouldn't even flinch at,

a smell
you can't even smell,

a puff of wind.

And who knows
what they see, or smell,

on the puff of wind?

They know, all right.

Who knows, Mr. Wishbone?

Will you shut
your flat mouth and listen?

Sometimes it's only a clumsy
critter bumpin' another,

or steppin' on his tail.

Anyhow, it's quick.

One jump to their feet,

the next one to hell.

That's what they say.

They say it right.

And take many a good man
with them.

Now, did you ever know of anyone
to get trampled in a stampede?

Sí, of course.
Who?

Why, sure, everyone has.

I never have.

Shut up, flat mouth.

Name the name of the man
that got trampled.

Well, I just can't
rightly think right now,

but I'm sure
I know'd one once.

Just tell me
the man's name.

I never found no one
who actually knew one.

Wishbone, them steers
ain't gonna

stomp you
when you're down,

they're goin'
plumb around you.

If they can.

Sí, if they can.

Well, when they start to run,

I don't want to be
anywheres near 'em,

on my feet.

Besides, other things
can happen.

Your horse steps in a hole,

or goes over a bank
in the dark.

Sometimes,
it's the lightning.

That's killed
many a good man.

Sí.

Anyway, when they run,
it's bad.

And I got a feelin'...

Hey, look.

( eerie theme playing )

The Blue Fire!

The fire of St. Elmo
on their horns.

You see
what I see?

Just keep 'em circling.
Don't let 'em break through.

Keep 'em calm.

Yeah, boss,
but what is it?

FAVOR:
Blue fire. St. Elmo's.
It won't hurt 'em.

Do they know that?

They know what's coming.

You can smell
the electric charge in the air.

What do you mean,
lightning?

There ought to be
a granddaddy bolt any time.

When it comes, keep your eye
peeled for the leader.

Don't let him break through.

All right.

In my country they say

it is the spirits of the dead,

brought back as compañeros

by the devil.

Blue fire's bad in any country.

It means trouble.

Perhaps death.

For it is said that whenever
they ride on the horns

like that, the Black Angel
himself is near.

And if a stranger should come...

Here comes somebody.

( eerie theme playing )

It's the boss.

All right,
every man mounted.

And no unnecessary noise.

Once you get in position,

ride it like
an ordinary night herd,

slow and easy.

( intermittent thumping )

Listen!

Hold it with
that noise out there.

( ominous theme playing )

Sure.

Did it on purpose.

Might not be healthy, coming
into a strange camp too quiet.

Get lead poisoning
that way.

You picked a bad time
to come visitin'.

If you can ride herd, you can
come out with us and help out.

Otherwise, you can stay here
and keep the cook company.

Suit yourself.
All right, let's go.

( cattle lowing )

If a stranger should come...

( dramatic theme playing )

You seen that old buckskin
troublemaker around here?

Uh, somewhere over there.

Oh, yeah.

( thunder crashes )

Something's happening.
They're running. Look out.

Hyah!

( dramatic theme playing )

( whooping )

ROWDY:
Swing 'em in. Swing 'em in.

Ha! Swing 'em in!

Get back there! Ha!

That's good.
Keep 'em milling.

Keep 'em circling there.

Hold 'em back. Hold 'em.
Keep 'em circling.

That you up front?

Yeah. Like you said,

only takes one good man.

How'd you figure?

Well, I, uh... I had
the troublemaker spotted,

and I took off after him
when he did.

Turned him back into the herd
and started milling. So...

Oh?

And, uh, how'd you spot
the troublemaker?

Well, he was the first one
on his feet.

He's a troublemaker, all right.

You're not as smart
as I thought you was.

You should've cut him
out of the herd right away.

Taken him downwind
and cut his throat.

But outside of that, good work.

( peaceful theme playing )

They quieted
down some?

Oh, for now, with the storm
passing and day breaking.

But it ain't over yet.

They'll be jumpy as long
as this weather holds.

There's something about
them clouds hangin' low,

and the heat,
sultry-like.

It's depressing.
For animals and men.

Yeah. It's the kind of weather
old Tom Farnsworth

just up
and took his gun,

shot hisself.

Nobody knowed why.

You bet.
This kind of weather

brings trouble,
there's no doubt of that.

Good work, boy.

You sure turned
that troublemaker just in time,

or we'd had steers scattered
all over the state of Texas.

Ah, it was just luck.

Well, when you're dealing with
beeves, you need to be lucky.

MAN:
Somebody call me?

( mysterious theme playing )

Hardly think so,

since we don't rightly know
what to call you.

Lucky Markley.

Course the "Lucky" is just
a nickname, mostly because

I never had much myself.

You know what I mean?

No, we don't know
what you mean.

Well, luck.

I always seem
to bring it to folks.

Like I brung it to you,

and you got the running stopped.

I did that.

I picked out the lead steer
and head him off.

That wasn't any luck.

Lucky Markley, eh?
You travelin' alone?

Well, uh, I'm alone,
but I'm not travelin'.

I'm bedded here.

Two or three days' ride
from the nearest town.

Yeah, that's right.

Just campin', huh?

And you come ridin'
into a strange camp before dawn?

Well, I come open.

Iron showin',
spurs a-jingling.

What for?

Business.
You the boss?

Gil Favor.

Glad to know you,
Mr. Favor.

What's your business?

I, uh...

I seen your herd
comin' yesterday.

Thought I'd ride over
and catch you

before you got 'em out on
the trail again this morning.

I got a small herd
to sell.

Thought maybe you might wanna
join 'em in with yours.

How many?

Oh, 30-some head.

I ain't counted 'em lately.

FAVOR:
Where'd you get 'em?

Out of the brush.

FAVOR:
Whose brush?

Mr. Favor, my loop's
regulation size,

but my temper ain't.

Oh, tough, huh?

Maybe.

I guess I had to be.

My, uh...

My ma died
when I was 7,

and my pa kicked me out
when I was 12.

Said I'd been whelped,

said I'd have to shift
for myself.

So that's what I've
been doing ever since

and I guess maybe
I ain't done too bad.

Ain't done bad maverickin'?

Yeah. Sometimes.

Like the last few weeks.

It's not a bad life
in the summertime.

You're out in the open.

You can usually make a stake
for the winter.

I thought
I'd go to California.

On 30-odd head?

Well, I-I figured $10.

That'd be over 300.

Heh. Don't take much
to get me there.

I've just been waiting
for the sight

of a herd goin' north

and you're it.

Only one trouble with that.

'Fraid we can't use
any scrub cattle.

Well,
they're not that bad.

You pay 10, you get 20
with the rest of the herd

when you get 'em
to Sedalia.

Where are they?

Oh, I got 'em in a little draw
a few miles ahead.

Brush corralled.

Well, I'll take a look at 'em.

But don't expect too much.

We'll go down there
after you finish breakfast.

( suspenseful theme playing )

( cattle lowing )

Wanna count 'em?

No need for that.

I wouldn't have 'em
in my herd for free.

Well, why not?

Well, for one thing,
if a trail-end buyer

spotted one of those
in the herd,

he'd knock down $5
on the price of everything.

Just the excuse
he needs.

Well...

couldn't you hide 'em?

Hide 'em? Those scrawny,
slab-sided, no-good scrub cows?

They're that bad, huh?

They're worse. Wild.
Troublemakers.

I got enough troublemakers
as it is.

Well, all right, just...

Let me go along with you,
just to the next town.

You must've spent maybe
two, three months hard work

roundin' up that bunch.

LUCKY:
It's my hard luck.

All right.
Let's have it.

Why are you so almighty anxious
to get away from here?

Comanches.

They've been around
almost a week.

Just a hunting party.

Maybe a couple of dozen.

But they're red-eyes,

all young and tough.

Give you trouble?

I didn't give 'em an opening.

And a lone man don't stand much
of a chance against 'em.

And Comanches are real good
at killin' slow.

They scare ya, huh?

Look, I don't
scare easy, mister,

but I stayed alive this long

by knowin' when my hand
was second best.

Two dozen, you say, huh?
Pete?

They're not gonna give us
any trouble, boss.

We got an even match for 'em.
They don't like that.

One more hand
wouldn't hurt, would it?

I can use this.

All right.

But just until we get
to the next safe place.

Bueno.
I'll get my gear.

What about this herd?

FAVOR:
Oh, leave 'em be.

Turn 'em loose,
they'd just give us trouble.

They get hungry,
they break through.

Boss, you know
what you're doin'?

Extra hand
won't hurt now,

especially with the cattle
about to run.

You don't know anything
about him.

I know as much about him
as I do a lot of the men.

I don't need to know
anything more,

long as he does his job.

Aw, he seems all right to me.

Well, the men sure
ain't gonna like it.

They're jumpy enough as it is.

What has got into everybody?

There's no devil
out ridin' this range.

He's just an ordinary kid

who happened to ride in
at the wrong time.

But he don't think
of himself that way.

He thinks he brings luck.

Luck!

Rowdy said it:
It ain't no luck,

it's knowin' how
what'll get things done.

Yeah, I know.

But I just think
he might bring us luck.

And all of it bad.

( dramatic theme playing )

Hey, tell me something.

Are you really the devil,
like Hey Soos says?

The Mex?

Yeah.

Is that why he's all the time
crossin' himself?

Heh. The devil.

Well, that's not bad.
That's important, anyway.

All right,
I accept the honor.

I'll just have to try
to live up to it.

( steer lows )

Hey, there's
one of our strays.

( lowing loudly )

( whines )

( grunting )

( ominous theme playing )

Uh-oh.
Comanches.

What do we do?
Run for it?

No, it's too late for that.

Let's just hope the rest of 'em
ain't just over that hill.

TEDDY:
What's he want?

The steer.
He says it's his.

Oh, no, you don't.

What about that?

He had his way, didn't he?

TEDDY:
What's he want now?

My horse,
and that settles it.

Boy, you done it now.
Come on.

We'd better tell Mr. Favor,
fast. Let's go.

( dramatic theme playing )

Hey, the swing riders
are comin' in.

Like trouble is up.

Yeah, looks like it.
Come on.

Mr. Favor,

there's a dead Comanche
layin' out there.

How'd it happen?

Three of 'em stopped us.
They wanted beef.

He plugged one of 'em
right between the eyes.

You have to do that?

Well, he shot
one of your beeves.

He wanted my horse.

I don't think
they'll risk a fight.

You don't think so?

I guess maybe they'll be
the ones to decide that.

Get on back
movin' the beeves.

What are we gonna do now?

Nothin' to do.

Thanks to Mr. Lucky.

What about him?

Are you gonna let him
stay around after that?

Harm's done.

Well, maybe not all of it.

He seems to be bad luck.

What do you want to do?

Send him out there alone,
with the Comanches after him?

Well, no.

Course not.
So let's forget it.

Get on back to beeves.

But what about
the Comanches, then?

If they're coming,
they'll come.

We got enough to worry about
with this herd.

So let's get to it.

Boss,

I think we ought
to put out an Indian guard.

Boy, trouble.
She sure picks her times.

More storm comin'.
Lightning.

Looks like more rain.

I'm afraid those beeves
know it too.

I hate to keep harpin' on this,
but what about the kid?

He said he hid from
the Comanches for a week.

Why can't he do it again?

Pete, can't you understand
that he is with us,

he is gonna stay?

Well, I can't understand
why you're so all-fired set

on protecting him.
He ain't your worry.

What are you tryin' to do,
prove somethin'?

Maybe.

( suspenseful theme playing )

( men whooping )

What do you think?
You think they'll attack?

With Comanches, it's war.
And we started it.

We? You mean Lucky.

Heh-heh. Lucky.

Did you notice

he no more'n rode into camp
last night

when that big lightning struck,

and the herd
started to run.

What's more,
I could've sworn there was

a smell in the air.

Like brimstone.

That's right,

there was a smell
in the air last night.

I can testify to that.

All right,
let's stop the loafin',

we've got a long ways to go.

What's eatin' on him?

( tense theme playing )

Now, Mr. Favor,
I got a thing to say.

Well, for one thing,

ever since Lucky's
been with this outfit,

Quince and Teddy've been
at each other's throats.

Well, now you know
it ain't like Quince

to be spoilin'
for a fight.

And for another, Lucky's
horse kicked Scarlet's

so hard in the shins,
it can barely walk.

Now, I don't know
what you're thinkin'

or why you're doin' this,

but I can tell you one thing:

Over this whole outfit,
there's the smell of death.

Oh, Wishbone.

Hey Soos
and his "Black Angel"?

No, I don't hold with that.

But there are people
who carry the smell of death.

It follows them around.
They bring it with them.

And that kind's bad trouble.

And this jasper calls himself
Lucky's one of 'em.

You don't like
the way things are goin'?

Well, anybody
can make a mistake.

You figure I made a mistake?

Well, you're only human.

Well, I tell you
one thing, Wishbone:

If I make a mistake,

at least it's gonna be
my own mistake.

All right,
but you watch my words:

Somebody's gonna die.

I just hope it ain't me!

Or you.

( suspenseful theme playing )

Hold the herd.

This looks like about the best
bed ground for tonight.

Nah. Not enough room
for 'em to spread out.

I don't want 'em buttin' and
stepping on each other tonight.

No open country
for a couple of miles.

Besides, I figured if
the Comanches did hit us,

these cliffs might keep the herd
from scatterin' so bad.

Once they start to go, nothing
will keep 'em from scattering.

What I wanna do is keep 'em
from stampeding at all.

We'll go on.

I'm not too sure
about that.

What do you mean?

Take a look.

( ominous theme playing )

( tense theme playing )

There they are,
Mr. Favor.

The whole kit
and caboodle.

And they're painted.

What do you think,
Pete?

I think
they're bluffing.

I don't think
they'd dare attack us.

At least,
not in daylight.

Keep your hands
off your guns!

Just takin' his time,

tryin' to throw
a scare into us.

He'll come in,
talk shortly.

You don't talk Comanche,
though, Pete.

No, but he'll speak sign.

All Indians understand it.
We'll manage.

Spear in ground.
Talk there.

He's a young buck.

Yeah, a bunch of young braves.
That's bad.

Liable to do anything,
huh?

They're out to prove themselves
to be big warriors.

Well, let's get it
over with.

PETE:
Howdy.

Buenos días.

Habla en español?

Buenos días.

Guess that's all he knows.

English?

Says we killed
his brother.

Now he wants
the killer.

Says he'll cut him up some
before he dies.

Tell him "no."

Says there'll be trouble
if we don't.

We're used to trouble.

PETE:
Says we'll all the get same,

unless he gets
the killer.

He might find
his hands full.

PETE:
Says he's got
many brave warriors.

We no wanna fight...

Yeah,
here it comes...

We give him ten steers,
some rifles,

sugar,

coffee,

tobacco.

You tell him
to blow it up his elbow.

That's kind of a rough one
in sign.

( laughs )

FAVOR:
What's he sayin' to that?

He's tellin' me, in detail,
how he's gonna cut us up.

I don't know where they get
all them ideas.

You tell him they'll have
to walk over us first.

And after they try that,
there may not be

so many of 'em left.

Mr. Favor, what about them
scrubs back in my corral.

He's welcome
to them.

It's an idea.

He might think
we're backin' down.

I don't think so. We tell him
they're troublemakers

and we don't want 'em.

About how far back was that?

FAVOR:
About two miles.

PETE:
Says he'll look at 'em.

But he might come back.

And go hard for us.

( tense theme playing )

He'll take 'em all right.

But that's not sayin'
he won't be back to devil us.

They think we're scared.

( speaking
in native language )

You still wanna go on?
It's almost dark.

If they come back
and catch us strung out...

And that storm's
comin' in fast.

We'll have to bed down here,
like it or not.

I don't like
anything about it.

We'll bed down here!

( thunder rumbling )

Boy, we really
got it this time.

All at once,
we got a storm, Comanches,

men fightin', men hurt,

a stampede...

Even a visit
from the devil.

( ominous theme playing )

Watch out, señor, for that
devil horse of Markley.

He'll kick at anything
comes near.

Well, tie him apart
from the others, then.

Oh, Hey Soos,
I want fresh horses

ready for the men
all night tonight.

Saddled and cinched up.

Sí, señor boss.

Are you worried
about the Indians?

Maybe the stampede?

Or that devil
that came with the--

( speaking in Spanish )

Ah, if you worried
about the food

as much as you do that shotgun,

we might all be better off.

What do you know about food?
You ain't had any.

I'm not hungry.

You're too riled up to eat,
you mean.

Or too blamed ornery,
which?

Besides,

with redskins out there,
I mean to be ready.

You'd better be too.

We got a guard out.

We'll be ready if they come.

( thunder crashing )

Lightning's coming closer
every minute.

All right, then.
Relax a minute.

Well, it ain't here yet.

They're quiet now.

You better eat something.
It's gonna be a long night.

Yeah.

Say, we started somethin'
by shootin' that Comanche.

We? It was you shot him.

Well, you were with me.

Mind if I sit here?

I'm finished already.

Now, that wasn't very polite
of you, Teddy,

refusin' to eat
with your friend.

Listen, Quince, you been looking
for a fight all day.

Well, you got it.

Why don't you and I have it out,
right here and now?

Well, now,
anything to oblige.

I told you two
to stop your feudin'.

I don't want to have
to tell you again.

We ain't got nothin' but time.
We ain't goin' nowhere.

You're goin' someplace.
Out on Indian guard.

You, you're goin'
nighthawking.

The rest of you,

the next loud noise
I hear,

the man who makes it
can draw his pay and get out,

Comanches
or no Comanches.

That goes for all of you.

Boss, no one's arguing
with you.

You don't have to bite
our heads off.

If I did somethin' wrong,
I'd like to be told about it.

If I told you every time
you did something wrong,

we'd still be in San Antone.

What's got into you, anyway?

We don't have to take
that kind of talk.

What are you figurin' on takin'?

Take our pay and get out,
that's what.

Mr. Favor,

this ain't like you
at all.

Look,
I got a herd out there.

We can lose 'em real easy,

without any help.

You ain't helpin' our chances by
jumpin' down everyone's throat.

All right. All right.

You just do your job.

And yours is to be
out on guard,

ain't it?

Yeah.

Maybe I was wrong
about you, boss.

There are things more important
than losin' a herd.

Oh?

So they say.

You got anything to add?

No, I got nothing to add.
But I got it figured out.

Oh.

You're human
after all.

What do you mean by that?

I mean you're scared.

That's enough, Pete.

Well, nobody's blamin' you
for it.

Lord knows, you've got enough
to make you jumpy.

Don't make me
respect you any less.

Maybe even more.

Boss, a man don't want
to work for some almighty

that can't make a mistake.

He wants to work for another man
that can understand his feelings

because he's
got 'em himself.

You're supposed to be
nighthawking, ain't you?

Yeah. I'm goin'.

Soon as I get some grub.

Stubborn.

I think he poisoned it.

( suspenseful theme playing )

Mr. Favor,

I got somethin' to say.

Do you?

You don't need me.

Best help I could give you
would be to leave.

You best leave me
be the judge of that.

You been decent to me,

the first man who has
in a long time.

That's why I'd sort of like
to do something to help you.

Then stay tonight.

You can make up your mind
in the morning.

Well, maybe it'd be better--

I'll need every hand
I've got tonight.

All right, I'll stay.

Um, Mr. Favor,

I've been wonderin', maybe you
wouldn't mind telling me,

why are you
so friendly to me?

Long time back, a couple boys,

just about your age,

ran away from home.

Was gonna be big men.

They got a job
punchin' cows.

One of 'em was you?

The other wa--

Ken Higgins.
I almost forgot his real name.

He called himself
"Lucky."

What happened to him?

He had bad luck.

Killed in a stampede.

I took a spill,
he got off to help me.

I got back, he didn't.

Stampedes ain't your favorite
pastime, are they?

Oh, there's...

There's things more important
than losin' a herd.

They say.

( thunder rumbling )

Thanks, Hey Soos.
It's going to be a wild night.

Sí, señor Pete.

Someone is going to die.

I feel it.

And it's all because
of that señor devil.

Maybe not, Hey Soos.

♪ Why ain't you got sense ♪

♪ Lie down and sleep ♪

♪ You stupid, miserable ♪

♪ Ornery critters ♪

♪ Why ain't you got ♪

♪ Sense to sleep ♪

Mr. Favor, it's no use.

They just ain't gonna
lie down.

That lightning's
got 'em spooked.

It's gonna get
a lot worse, real soon.

All you can do
is keep ridin' easy,

singin' low to 'em.

That's all you can do.

Yes, sir.

♪ You lousy, brockled ♪

♪ Slab-sided, bullheaded
Mosshorns... ♪

( cattle lowing )

They sure smell
that storm coming.

Guess we'll have
that blue fire again, huh?

It's gonna be
worse tonight.

They're already
too jumpy.

Yeah, I know.

Say, Pete,

you ever been in a big run?

I mean a big one,
real wild,

and no turning 'em back?

I've never been in one
with this many head.

I was in one once.

Long time ago.

Yeah?

Would it make you feel
any better if I told you...

You were right.

I am scared.

Well, in that case, we ought
to both feel better.

'Cause I am too.

( ominous theme playing )

Well, what are you
staring at?

Do you still think
I'm the devil?

I think the devil
is in you,

and that is
the same thing.

Think what you like.

Why don't you go away
before it is too late?

Well, now maybe that's
none of your business.

I'll make it my business.

Defend yourself.

( dramatic theme playing )

Hey Soos,
I'll take over.

All right, mister.
Now you fight me.

I'm more your size.

And besides,

I'm gonna enjoy it.

I got no quarrel with you,

or him either.

But I'm warnin' you,
I can use this.

Yeah.

You go ahead.

Accomplish a lot.

You kill me,

start that
herd runnin',

Mr. Favor'll come in
and kill you.

You go ahead.

Try it.

( action theme playing )

( grunts )

( grunts )

Break it up.

Collins.

You know better than this.

If Mr. Favor saw you,
he'd break your head in.

Rowdy,
you takin' his part?

I'm not takin'
anyone's part.

You get out where
you belong, understand?

Hey Soos,
get outta here.

( panting )

Thanks.

I don't want
none of your thanks.

Why are you doing
around here, anyway?

You causin' trouble?

Get on that horse
and get out of here.

I promised Mr. Favor
I'd stay.

Yeah, well, I'll give him
your regrets.

Look, Rowdy,

me and you are
about of an age.

We could maybe
be friends.

I'd like that.

I ain't had many friends.

Maybe because I never stayed
long enough in one place.

Heh. Then I-- I never found
no place I wanted to stay.

You mean, you wanna
stay around here?

With us?

I like it here.

Maybe trail herding's
a place for me.

I like Mr. Favor.

You think maybe you and me
could be friends?

Nah.

No, I doubt it.

You're probably bad luck
like they say, anyway.

You wanna do Mr. Favor
a good turn,

why don't you just get
on your horse and go.

( melancholy theme playing )

Uh, Lucky.

( eerie music playing )

( thunder crashes )

( yells )

( cattle lowing )

( action theme playing )

Whoa!

Whoa, cattle! Whoa!

Whoa!

Hold it. Whoa.
Whoa, cattle. Whoa.

Whoa, cattle. Whoa.

( thunder crashes )

( yells )

( cattle lowing )

All right, everybody up.
On your feet.

( speaking in Spanish )

Everybody in.

I want every man
in the saddle.

Get out there and try to
keep 'em from breaking through.

All right. Move out.

Oh, Hey Soos?
Where's Lucky?

Collins?

All right, let's have it.

Where is he?

Um, boss,
I sent him away.

You sent him away?

Well, he was
causin' trouble.

Who are you to send him away?

Someone around here's
got to do something

before this whole
outfit fa--

( ominous theme playing )

( cattle lowing )

Stampede!

Butt those saddles.
They're headed this way.

( dramatic theme playing )

Let's get out of here.

( cattle lowing )

That way! Come on, you!

Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!

WISHBONE:
Mushy!

FAVOR:
Watch out!

Herd 'em! Turn 'em in!

Ring-herd 'em!

( cattle lowing )

( whooping )

MAN:
Watch 'em there!

Watch 'em over that plain.

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

( whooping )

FAVOR:
Over there, that way.

Head off the lead steer.

There's the leaders.
We'll never catch 'em.

Hyah, cattle. Hyah!

( yelling )

Hey, boss, it's Lucky!

Look, he's turning 'em!

He's turnin' em!
He's turnin' em!

Turn 'em back!

Keep 'em in there!

Turn 'em back!

Hey, where'd he go?

FAVOR:
Never mind.

Keep 'em turning!

Get back there!

( yelling )

Look.

Yeah, that's got 'em!

Yeah, we lost a few head.

We can pick 'em up
in the morning.

We held
most of 'em.

Yeah.
Thanks to Lucky.

Yeah, where is Lucky?

( somber theme playing )

Rowdy.
Over here.

Here's where he turned.
There's the tracks.

Yeah, but Lucky
didn't make it.

( dramatic theme playing )

He dead?

ROWDY:
Yeah.

ROWDY:
I never thought he'd be
the one to turn 'em

I kicked him out.

Well, I guess
we all did.

Hey Soos, you were right
about one thing.

Somebody died.

Sí,
and he brought trouble.

Yeah, but he's the one
who had the bad luck.

Maybe Hey Soos was closer
to it than we thought.

What do you mean?

Looks like the horse
broke his neck in the fall,

but didn't seem
like Lucky's broken nothing.

Seems hardly
scratched up at all.

Then, how'd he die?

There's bad burns on his neck.

You know, he...

He just must have
been killed by...

By the lightning.

We saw him turn the herd.

There was no lightning
after that.

I know.

You mean he--?
He was struck before?

That'd mean the horse
was ridden by a dead man.

Well, he was
a well-trained cow pony.

Guess he could have done it
by instinct, but...

I never came across
anything like it before.

Neither did I.

FAVOR:
I guess there's a lot of things
we don't understand.

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 ♪

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

♪ Cut 'em out
Ride 'em in ♪

♪ Rawhide! ♪

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

Hyah!

( whip cracks )

Hyah!

( whip cracks )

♪ Rawhide! ♪

Hyah!

( whip cracks )

Hyah!

( whip cracks )

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪