Original subtitles

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)

(sedate theme playing)

(cattle mooing)

Ah. Just don't have the balance,

that's all.

Well, it ain't nothin' to do

with the balance, Mr. Quince.

It's how you let it go.

Oh?

You gonna show me how it's done, huh?

Well, nothin' to it.

I can do it with my eyes shut.

Any questions, Mr. Quince?

Anything you want to know?

Yeah.

You didn't do it with your eyes closed.

Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Quince.

Mushy!

MUSHY: Uh, yes, sir.

(sighs): Now, what is it this time?

Mumblety-peg.

What did you c...?

(exasperated sigh)

I thought I told you

to watch that special treat of mine.

Ah, is it done?

Why, you empty-headed nitwit!

What are you trying to do?

Salt it with dust?!

Well, you told me to see if it's...

See it with your ears.

Listen, to see if it stopped poppin'.

(intermittent pops)

(popping stops)

Well... It did just now.

All right, mumble peg.

Fill these up as I pass 'em to you.

Now you'll see why I'm so happy

with this stove.

You can never cook popcorn this good

on a... On a campfire.

(playful theme playing)

Wishbone.

Now, don't... What's the matter with that popcorn?

Don't it just melt in your mouth?

Four-legged ghost.

WISHBONE: Looks like a stray lamb to me.

(whimpers)

(whimpering)

(whimpering)

(barking)

You ever hear a lamb barkin', Mr. Wishbone?

I knew I could get him.

Dogs like me.

Only 'cause he couldn't resist

the smell of my cookin'.

Sure is a peculiar little thing.

(horse hooves approach)

(sedate theme playing)

Well, I hope you got

plenty of food left.

What have you adopted this time?

I ain't adopted nothin'.

Just feedin' the poor, stray

freak of nature. (whimpering)

Where did he come from?

Didn't come from nowhere.

Standin' right out there.

Well, what is it?

Well, Mr. Wishbone thinks it's a lamb.

Well, it's got fleece, ain't it?

Ain't no lamb. It's a dog.

One of them French "poodle-ees."

Huh?

French "poodle-ee."

WISHBONE: Oh, you and Mushy seem to know everything.

Oh, I knew a fancy lady once in New Orleans.

Had a dog just like this.

Used to lead it around on a leather strap

right down the street.

How this one ever got out here

all by herself, I don't know.

Oh, excuse me, Mr. Nolan.

By hisself.

(dog whimpering)

Well, now, maybe you two

smart know-it-alls can tell me

how the good Lord happened to make 'em like this.

Just like he growed you.

Well, I'll get your suppers,

'fore I learn somethin' more I don't want to know.

(whimpering)

Say these dogs belong to fancy ladies, huh?

Yeah.

Way I figure...

must be a fancy lady

in a fancy carriage out in front just...

eatin' her heart out

over the loss of her pet.

Yeah, it figures.

But it don't figure you can go off

huntin' for her.

You're in charge here, you know.

Besides, when she misses it,

she'll send her fancy coachman

back to find it.

Just figurin', that's all.

I know.

(whimpers)

Thank you, Wish.

Coffee's ready.

(playful theme playing)

Hey!

It's had its fill.

Now, you picked it up,

it's your responsibility.

Bed it down.

Well, yes, sir, Mr. Wishbone.

I'll make him a nest in the supply wagon.

(whimpering)

What are we gonna name him?

Bouillabaisse.

What's that?

Well, it's French.

What's it mean?

Well...

don't matter what it means.

Happens to be the best

French word I know.

Well...

(upbeat theme playing)

MAN: Whoa.

Bobo?

Bobo.

Daddy.

What's the matter?

Daddy, I can't find Bobo.

He's not in the wagon.

(clears throat)

Oh, she will follow along.

It is the way of a dog

to find his master.

But suppose he's lost.

He's a very smart dog, honey.

How many times have you

said so yourself?

Please, Daddy.

I think we'd better go back

and look for him.

Mm. It's pitch dark.

We don't have to see. We can just call him.

(inhales)

(pants): He's too little to be alone in the dark.

Maybe he's frightened, Daddy.

Now, look, honey.

He's a very smart dog.

He can see in the dark.

He likes the dark.

Now, he can take care of himself.

Now, don't you worry about Bobo.

(gasps)

What if he meets a...

A mountain lion?

(chuckles)

That little one?

He would scare the mountain lion

to death.

But, Daddy...

Now, Mendoza's right, honey.

Bobo's a lot safer out there

in the dark than we would be.

(hopeful theme playing)

(sedate theme playing)

You never saw your ranch before, huh?

Never even been west.

Mr. Taggart, my partner,

handled the whole thing.

You mean, señor...

that eight years ago, you gave a man $10,000...

and just now, you are finding out

what he has done with it?

I know what he's done with it.

That's what I gave him the money for.

(scoffs)

To buy a ranch...

eight years ago.

He's a friend of mine.

He knew the country, and...

I had the money to finance him,

so we're partners.

Oh, I meant to retire sooner

and come out here to live,

but... well, what with

one thing or another,

the years went by.

Last year, when my doctor said

I'd have to take it easy,

that decided me.

So...

well...

here we are.

MENDOZA: Just you and the señorita.

HENRY: Her mother died...

five years ago.

My sister helped me bring her up.

If everything goes well,

she'll come out west later

and join us.

Heh.

I wish you luck, señor.

Thank you.

HENRY: Eat you supper, Jeanie.

We've still quite a ways to go

when Mr. Taggart gets here.

If you won't go with me...

I'm going to look for Bobo myself.

Oh, you're going to bed, young lady.

Now, I know how you feel.

I'll tell you what.

When Mr. Taggart gets here,

we'll ask him to spend the night with us,

and we'll all go look for Bobo

in the morning. But it may be too late, Daddy.

It's the only sensible thing to do.

(kisses) Good night.

(melancholy theme playing)

I always have the feeling

that if her mother were alive,

she'd know how to handle things

like this.

Things like this, nobody can handle.

No, she's a child,

and she'll get over her sorrow.

She's a good girl.

You should be proud of her.

(ominous theme playing)

(grunts)

It's gettin' late.

Are you sure we're at the right place?

Your partner said he will meet you

at the Devil's Ten Pins.

(horse hooves approach)

(tense theme playing)

Hello, John.

I'm mighty glad to see you.

Been a long time, Henry.

Eight years.

You don't look a day older.

That's Jim Ellis.

He's my foreman.

HENRY: Glad to know you, Jim.

This is Carlos Mendoza.

He brought me here.

Mucho gusto, señor.

Tell me, John...

how's the ranch?

It's fine.

Fine. I can't wait

to see it.

Are you serious about moving there

for good? (chuckles)

You don't think I came all the way out here

just for a visit, do you?

Not your kind of country, Henry.

Oh, I'll get used to it.

I'm not too old to learn.

Maybe not.

I am.

I don't understand what you mean by that, John.

I mean, it's not big enough

for two bosses.

But we're partners.

All right. You got a $10,000 equity in it.

I brought the money along

to buy you out for double that amount.

What's got into you, John?

Listen, Henry.

I worked that ranch for eight years

all by myself.

Just me.

I built it up from scratch.

With my money.

What I put into it can't be measured

by dollars.

Plain fact is, I can't share

command with anybody.

I'm not built that way.

It's a little late to be decidin' that, ain't it?

I never thought you'd come out here.

I was gonna send you the money.

You've had eight years to do it.

I'm doing it now!

There's $20,000.

Now you're not losing by that.

Suppose I refuse to sell.

I've got lots of friends out here, Henry.

I could force you to sell.

And it won't be as good a deal.

In other words, this is an ultimatum.

You can call it what you want.

And you're waitin' for my answer?

I'm waiting.

Well, here it is!

(tense theme playing)

(horses whinnying)

Well, set fire to the wagon.

It'll look like the Indians did it.

(tense theme playing)

(small gasp)

(eerie theme playing)

(screams)

(sedate theme playing)

(cattle mooing)

(men whistling)

(snorts) Who's the boss?

Well, uh, boss is up ahead

buyin' a right-of-way through this territory.

But I'm in charge. Can I help you?

I'm Jim Morgan.

Prison guard over at Leestown.

We're lookin' for some escaped convicts.

Is he one?

There's two more that's still out.

They split up at the Cooley River.

This one went upstream.

The other two built a raft

and got away downstream.

Now, they're somewhere in this area.

Oh, how do you know that?

When these boys are sure,

I am.

Well... (exhales)

we haven't seen anybody, have we, Pete?

Nothin' but them wagon tracks

we saw yesterday, remember?

Where were they headin'?

They're headin' northwest.

I picked 'em up about ten miles back.

I'll check 'em.

Ah... Well, we'll...

keep a good eye out for 'em.

Anything else we can do for you?

Just remember, they're lifers.

If you happen to run across 'em,

don't waste time askin' questions.

Heh. I'll try to remember that.

Ho.

Who are them fellas there?

Uh, drifters probably.

Lookin' for a handout.

If I had a dollar for every saddle bum

I've fed...

Looks like one of 'em already

ate your cookin', Mr. Wishbone.

The last one.

(playful theme playing)

Off the wagon.

It was only a joke.

Anybody makes jokes about my cookin',

I do it.

Off of the wagon.

I thought you had

a sense of humor. I do.

I'm gonna be laughin' the whole time

I'm watchin' you walk.

Probably laugh so hard,

I'll bust my britches.

(laughs)

Giddap.

(whimpering)

Yeah, I guess if I'm gonna walk,

you're gonna walk.

(whimpering)

(grim theme playing)

(rock scuffed)

(tense theme playing)

Renegade Indians?

Yeah, must have been.

Now, leave me some.

It's the first time I ever liked Indians.

Let's see how good their clothes fit.

I'll take the Mexican.

The other seems to be more your size.

We ought to burn these.

Use your head.

We switch with 'em.

Once they're found in these outfits,

they quit lookin' for us.

That ain't gonna fool nobody.

They know I ain't no Mexican.

(birds cawing)

By the time anybody finds 'em,

they won't know what they were.

(tense theme playing)

"Henry J. Porter.

Baltimore, Maryland."

Well, money.

Horses.

Civilian clothes.

This is our lucky day.

(birds cawing)

Nobody's gonna catch us now.

Not now or ever.

So long, amigos.

Hey!

What's that?

(tense theme playing)

It's a kid!

Now, take it easy, kid.

Nobody's gonna hurt you.

Listen, you calm down.

I'm not gonna go chasin' you

all over the desert.

Where did she come from?

The Indians must have missed her.

What's your name?

Why, answer me, girl.

You Porter's daughter?

Now, kid.

Don't get smart with us.

Somethin' wrong with her.

Fire your gun. I want to see if she can hear.

Oh, she can hear, all right.

She can't talk. (gasping)

Now, we'll see how bright she is.

Look...

you nod your head if you understand

what I'm saying.

Can you talk at all?

Poor kid. She's not all there.

We won't be either, if we hang around here much longer.

Come on, let's get going.

We can't leave her here.

Are you crazy?

We can't make any time

with a kid along.

Just the same she goes with us.

Not me.

Suit yourself.

You're as nutty as she is.

(slow, melancholy theme playing)

Now, maybe he's right.

On the other hand, maybe he's the dumb one.

Look, kid...

You and me...

we're gonna help each other, huh?

All right. Here we go.

Your leg.

(grunts)

Howdy, mister.

Hello.

We'd just about given up the hope

of meetin' anybody.

What are you two doin' out here?

Tryin' to stay alive.

Sure could use some water.

Oh, I got some.

Ah.

Drink up, honey.

Everything's gonna be all right.

(water sloshes)

The herd's back a few miles.

Uh, we can take care of you there,

if you can make it all right.

Just... give us a minute

to let this slide down.

Take your time.

Ah.

If anybody had ever told me

in Baltimore I had to see the day

when a swallow of water was

the most important thing in the world, I...

I'd have sure given 'em an argument.

Baltimore, huh?

You're a long ways from home.

You've got a place where my little girl could...

rest, I'd appreciate goin' there now

'fore I start answerin' the questions

I figure you're gettin' ready to ask.

All right.

Want her to ride with me?

Oh, that's nice of you, mister,

but... she better stay with me.

She's not quite up to strangers.

Oh, well, uh...

we'll take it easy.

(dramatic theme playing)

(sedate theme playing)

(cattle mooing)

We just made camp for the night,

when these two convicts come along.

There wasn't a thing I could do about it.

First, they was gonna kill us.

And then the big one decided

to let us take a horse

and be on our way.

I... guess it was Carrie here made him

change his mind.

Uh...

your daughter looks like she could stand

some sleep, you know?

Well, it ain't so much that she's tired.

Carrie's...

never been like other children.

She don't talk. She...

Well, she's just

not like other children.

You mean, she don't talk at all?

None.

Oh, well, never you mind.

We'll take good care of you, honey.

Now... let me get you

somethin' to eat. Well, it...

It takes her time to get used to people.

Well...

that's the way it is.

Uh, well...

Well, maybe you and the girl

ought to come along with us

until we've reach Dennon.

Oh, we'd like that.

I don't know what we'd have done

if it wasn't for you fellas.

They even took my gun away from me.

Where were you headed, anyway?

Well, we didn't have no particular place

in mind to alight.

I just thought it would be better

for Carrie out West.

It's kind of hard on her

in Baltimore not being able to play

with the other kids.

Hey, wait a minute.

(whimpering)

She wandered into camp last night.

Thought she might belong to you.

(growling, barking)

Now, whatever gave your idiot mind

the idea that dog

might belong to...

(whimpering)

(poignant theme playing)

(mouths): Oh, thanks.

Well, that's... sure nice of you.

Oh. Come on, honey.

It's time to get a little rest.

Oh-ho.

Carrie's had a little too much excitement

for one day.

Yeah, well, I'll tell you,

you can, uh,

let her rest in the supply wagon there.

Oh, thank you, sir.

(sedate theme playing)

(dog growls)

(whimpers)

Now, you stay here.

Understand?

You stay here and...

And... go to sleep.

(whimpering)

I'll be back.

I don't know. When Mushy gave her that dog,

she looked like she wanted to try to

say something.

Yeah.

(tense theme playing)

(whimpering)

(ominous theme playing)

I don't know who they were,

but they sure ain't the ones

we're after.

One more day, and they'd have got away with it.

Trail over there.

(ominous theme playing)

(barking)

Uh... come on out, sweetheart.

Come on.

Pretty soon I'm gonna fix you

the best supper you ever ate.

Come on now.

(grunts)

Come on now.

Come on.

That's it. Oh. (rips)

Oh.

I'm gettin' clumsier every day.

Well, I'll...

I'll tell you what. Now, you get

right back up in there and take it off,

and I'll sew it up in a jiffy.

Now, uh...

you can wrap yourself in one of them blankets

while I'm doin' it.

Come on. Up.

(groans): Up you go.

There you are.

Now, hand it out to me

when you get it off.

I'll just have to

fix it up.

Carrie all right?

Oh, she's fine. I'm...

just gonna sew up a little rip

in her skirt for her.

Oh, how did that happen?

Oh, well, it wasn't her fault.

Look.

Thanks, Carrie.

Well, I'll come back

and get her when you're finished.

(playful theme playing)

(tense theme playing)

Well, maybe she's got a sister.

Did you talk to Porter about this?

No, I thought I'd better

show it to you first.

Seems kind of strange to me,

a father not knowing his own daughter's name.

The whole thing seems

kind of strange.

I never seen a kid act like that before.

Well, we told you about her.

Well, I know what you told me.

But it still seems strange.

She acts more like she was

in a kind of a daze.

Hi.

All fixed. Well, thanks, Wishbone.

Oh, I've been meaning to ask you.

I want to pay our way.

Would $2 a day pay for our keep?

Oh, no, that's all right.

You're not causin' us anything... Uh...

t'ain't like raisin' a family

back East, where you gotta pay

for your own beef.

Ha. Sure ain't.

You got other children?

No. Just Carrie.

Ah.

Nice name, Carrie.

It was her mother's name.

Oh.

I'd still like it if I could

pay my way. Heh.

Forget it.

Well, I'm much obliged.

(mysterious theme playing)

(playing slowly)

(humming "I Dream of Jeannie with The Light Brown Hair")

(whimpering)

(Pete continues humming)

Go ahead and sing it, Pete.

(humming)

♪ I dream of Jeannie ♪

♪ With the light Brown hair ♪

♪ Borne, like a vapor ♪

♪ On the summer air ♪

♪ I see her tripping ♪

♪ Where the bright Streams play ♪

♪ Happy as the daisies ♪

♪ That dance on her way ♪

♪ Many were The wild notes ♪

♪ Her merry voice Would pour ♪

♪ Many were The blithe birds ♪

♪ That warbled Them o'er ♪

♪ I dream of Jeannie ♪

♪ With the light Brown hair ♪

♪ Floating Like a vapor ♪

♪ On the soft Summer air ♪

♪ I sigh for Jeannie ♪

♪ But her light form Strayed ♪

♪ Far from The fond hearts ♪

♪ 'Round her Native glade ♪

♪ Her smiles have vanished ♪

♪ And her sweet songs flown ♪

♪ Flitting like the dreams ♪

♪ That have cheered us And gone ♪

♪ Now the nodding Wildflowers ♪

♪ May wither On the shore ♪

♪ While her gentle Fingers ♪

♪ Will cull them No more ♪

♪ I sigh For Jeannie ♪

♪ With the light Brown hair ♪

♪ Floating Like a vapor ♪

♪ On the soft Summer air ♪

(song ends)

Well, I guess it's Carrie's bedtime.

(dog growling)

(dog whimpering)

That's a nice name.

Uh, Jeanie.

Let's go, Carrie.

(dog whimpering)

Did you see how she acted?

She knew that name.

Uh... it could have been

she just knew the song.

Everybody knows it.

Well, yeah. Especially if

their name's Jeanie.

Come to think of it,

that... did sort of

mean somethin' to her.

Why don't you just ask Porter

what this Jeanie business is all about?

Ah, I'd like to talk to her first,

with him out of the way.

How you gonna talk to her?

What good's it gonna do?

Well...

I'll, uh...

I'll talk to her tomorrow when we're...

Why don't you, uh... Why don't you get him

out of the way after we break camp.

All right.

You wouldn't be playin' possum,

would you, kid?

(whimpering)

No, I guess not.

(upbeat theme playing)

(cattle mooing)

Hey, Mr. Porter.

We're kind of short-handed on drag.

How about givin' us a hand. Sure. Be glad to.

(men yelling, whistling)

Jeanie?

Jeanie, I'd, uh...

I'd like... Like to

talk to you a minute.

(whimpering)

How's the little dog?

(poignant theme playing)

(birds chirping)

I w... I want you to try to understand.

Uh...

Is your name...?

Y-your name is Jeanie, isn't it?

Try to say it after me.

T-try to say...

Jea-nie.

(mouths indistinctly)

The man with you. The man with you.

Is that your father?

Well, uh...

I'll... I'll talk to you later.

(dog whimpering)

Bye.

Any luck?

No, not yet.

Uh, do me a favor, will you?

Don't let on to Porter until

I find out.

Oh, uh...

and don't call her Jeanie in...

In front of him, will you?

(tense theme playing)

(horse snorting)

Who you got there?

Escaped convict, name of Simmons.

I heard about the break.

Where did he steal the outfit?

Well, him and another one

killed a couple of men,

changed clothes with 'em, and left 'em for buzzard bait.

But I got there in time

to tell the difference.

What happened to the other one?

I'm goin' back now to pick up his trail.

Got a pretty good start, haven't they?

Not good enough...

with these Indians followin' em.

Well...

he's all yours.

(ominous theme playing)

I'll come back for my pack horse

just as soon as we get a bite to eat.

Right. Restaurant's yonder.

When they catch the other convict,

suppose he tells them

the two men are already dead.

Now, who's gonna believe

a ridiculous story like that.

Even if they give him a chance to talk.

(men whistling, cattle mooing)

(sedate theme playing)

I'm lookin' for the boss of this outfit.

Well, I'm in charge.

Rowdy Yates is the name.

John Taggart.

I own the Circle T a few miles north of here.

You, uh, takin' 'em to market?

Yeah, Sedalia.

Could you handle a few more?

Well...

may have lost a few, but...

that all depends.

On what? The price?

Yeah. And the quality.

Mister, you don't seem very anxious

to do business.

Well, I just don't want to waste

your time and mine.

This way we understand each other.

You won't be wasting your time.

Why don't you come on over and have a look?

Might as well.

Good.

My ranch is less than an hour

due north of here.

Give me a couple of hours to...

round 'em up.

(horse snorts)

(men yelling)

Who was that?

(sighs) Just some fella

wanted to sell us some cattle.

Well, you gonna buy them?

Well, I don't see any reason why

I shouldn't ride out to his place

and check 'em over after chow.

Hey. You want to go along?

Sure.

I'd like to see what a working ranch looks like.

Ah... well,

tell Wishbone we're gonna break for chow

in an hour, huh?

(quiet, dramatic theme playing)

What do you want him taggin' along for?

Well, I find out about his daughter.

Well...

time to go check those cattle.

I'm ready.

It's all yours, Pete.

We'll be here. Yeah.

(poignant theme playing)

Oh, hey.

You stay here.

I'll be back in a little while.

(grunts)

She's taken quite a shine to you.

(dramatic theme playing)

Maybe you noticed the other night, uh...

when Pete was singin',

your daughter kind of...

perked up at the name of Jeannie.

(chuckles): Oh.

It was the music she likes.

She always perks up at music.

Yeah.

Wishbone...

fixed a rip she had in her skirt.

Sewed it up for her.

I know. That was nice of him.

While he was doin' it,

he, uh... found a nametag inside.

Had the name Jeanie Porter on it.

She has a cousin with that name.

They... give us her clothes

when she outgrows them.

Why'd you bring it up?

Just curious.

(grunts) Come on.

(clicks)

(slow, dramatic theme playing)

(cattle mooing)

Morgan.

Find your convicts yet?

All but one.

He's with your outfit.

You mean, you think we're hidin'

an escaped convict?

I don't know about that.

But his trail joined yours

a while back.

Only people joined our herd since we saw you last

was an easterner.

Fella and his daughter.

They said they'd been held up

by the same men you're looking for.

This easterner, what's he look like?

Man about 45, and heavyset.

Is he with you now?

No, he's not, but...

Well, where did he go?

Well, wait a minute. What about his daughter?

All I know is the man we're after

is heavyset... dark-complected,

about 45.

And we followed his tracks here.

Now, where is he?

Well, he went with Rowdy Yates

over to the Circle T Ranch

to look for some cattle.

Yeah, I know where that is.

Want me to ride over with you?

What for?

(slow, dramatic theme playing)

(horse snorting)

(cattle mooing)

I could use a drink of water.

Pump's right over there.

Well, there's our trail boss.

He's got somebody with 'em.

Looks like a dude.

Probably just wants to show him

what a sharp trader he is.

I've seen them clothes somewhere before.

Can't place where.

I told you, you wouldn't be wastin' your time.

How much do you want for 'em, Taggart?

Well, now we're gettin' somewhere.

There's no bloat on them.

That's all good, solid meat.

And I'll tell you, Mr. Yates,

I know you're a busy man.

I won't waste our time arguin' over money.

Ten dollars a head.

Heh. Well, I'm not that busy.

Well, let's suppose we go on up the house

and settle it over a drink, huh? All right.

Did I hear somebody say drink?

Oh, uh, Taggart, this is, uh, Mr. Porter.

He's with me.

Howdy, Mr. Taggart.

Did you say Porter? Yeah.

Well, that's right. Henry J. Porter.

Where are you from, Mr. Porter?

Baltimore, Maryland.

I'm a long way from home.

Indeed you are.

By the way, Mr. Yates...

did you know there were two escaped convicts

runnin' around loose this part of the country.

Yeah, we ran across the posse.

TAGGART: They got one of 'em last night.

I was in town when they brought him in.

Did they...

capture him alive?

You really must be new out here,

Mr. Porter.

Seems these convicts killed two men,

stole their clothes.

I didn't know until now

who those two men were.

Oh, you know 'em?

One of 'em. He was

on his way out here to visit me.

I wondered why he never showed up.

His name was Henry Porter.

Is this your idea of a joke?

What do you think?

Are you gonna stand there and accuse me?

Are you sure about this?

Sure enough to turn him over to the posse.

They'll know when they see him.

We didn't kill 'em. They were dead

when we got there. All we did

was switch clothes with 'em.

Somebody just left 'em out there

for you to find, huh? It's the truth!

Hey. (horse approaches)

Who is it?

Well, she'd tell you if she could talk.

We had nothin' to do with it.

(dramatic theme playing)

What are you doin' here?

It's all right.

Tell 'em the truth.

Tell 'em where I found you.

Leave her alone, will you?

TAGGART: Who is this girl?

(tense theme playing)

What's this all about?

(screams)

What's...? What's the matter, Jeanie?

He killed my daddy.

I saw him there! I saw him!

I heard the shot.

Take it easy. I saw him ride by!

I saw him!

(sobs)

Never saw this girl before

in my life. You must be

out of your mind. Maybe she ain't.

This is the first time she talked

since I found her out there.

Well, you're not gonna pay any attention

to a child, are you?

It's true. It's true!

Never mind, Jeanie.

We're gonna find out about this.

ELLIS: No, you won't. (gun cocks)

I'll just take this.

So it is true, huh?

Yes, it's true.

Porter was my partner.

I offered to buy him out,

he wouldn't accept.

So you killed him?

Just get on your horses.

Move.

How you gonna hide any more murders, huh?

I'm not gonna hide 'em.

As a matter of fact,

I'll make sure the bodies are found.

Only not here. Now, let's go.

You mind tellin' me how you're gonna do this.

I guess you're entitled.

The story will be

that he killed both of you on your way here.

Then tried to get away,

ran into us...

got shot himself in a gunfight.

We may even collect a reward.

Well, that's fine, but that's not gonna work.

Why won't it?

Because my men know he doesn't carry a gun.

That's why.

He'll be found with a gun in his hand.

They'll believe what they see.

Yeah, well... maybe you're right.

You've had more experience at this than I have.

I'm sorry you're mixed up in this, huh.

Oh, look, mister. If you're tryin'

to work on my conscience,

just stop it, will you?

I don't like this any better than you do!

But if any of you live, I don't!

It's just as simple as that.

Now, I may not sleep good nights,

but I'm gonna stay alive.

Move!

What about your friend up there?

TAGGART: He hasn't got any choice either.

ROWDY: Why doesn't he talk for himself.

All right, let's get it over with. Right here.

We can move 'em later.

They're callin' the tune, Mr. Yates.

They want us to go, we go.

(tense theme playing)

(horse snorts) (grunting)

(cattle mooing in panic)

(gunshot)

Is he hurt bad, Mr. Yates?

He'll be all right.

Where did you get the gun?

Where I always kept it.

Just in case.

(grunts) Take it easy now.

Easy.

I'm not gonna have

trouble from you, am I?

Depends on what you got in mind.

A clean getaway.

No help to the law.

I ain't no law officer.

There's a price on my head.

That makes law officers

out of civilians.

Well, I guess you're gonna

have to decide if I'm one of 'em.

You wouldn't do that.

You're not like them.

Thanks, Carrie.

Say...

what is your name anyway?

Jeanie.

You were right.

I'm glad you're all right, kid.

(grunts)

I never...

did care much for kids, but...

was kind of gettin' used to her.

Mm. Would you take care of her?

I will.

(grunts)

Maybe he's hurt more than you think.

Ah, he's lost a lot of blood.

He's weak.

Strong enough to go ridin' with me?

(grunting)

Told you I ain't got much time.

Fix him up.

He's not a bad man.

He didn't kill my daddy.

It was those two men.

I saw them.

And he only shot Mr. Taggart...

I got here in time to see

what went on.

Not in time to do anythin' about it,

but I saw it.

(sighs) Say, Morgan,

you think the judge will go easy on him

for, uh... what he did for

the girl and me.

That's up to the judge.

He might.

When all's told.

(poignant theme playing)

(sighs)

Well, Jeanie, you...

Looks like you just got yourself

a... pretty nice ranch.

You have any relatives back East?

I've got an uncle and an aunt.

They'd like to do some ranchin'?

I think so.

We'll write 'em and find out, huh?

(grunting)

Well, good luck.

Thanks for saving Mr. Rowdy's life.

Maybe I'll see you again one day, Jeanie.

I'm sorry, Mr. Rowdy,

I didn't talk to you all that time.

I wanted to.

Tried hard.

I couldn't.

I... I know.

I know, Jeanie.

You'll stay with me till we hear from my family?

Oh, well, I...

I think you better come along with us...

until we get to the next town.

You can meet 'em there.

Then I get a chance to see

those wonderful men

who work with you.

Especially Mr. Wishbone

and Mr. Mushy.

I love Mr. Mushy.

My Bobo loves him too.

Mr. Mushy's taking care of him right now.

Mr. Mushy's such a wonderful man.

So gentle, brave...

and smart.

(sighs) Oh. Oh, yeah.

Well...

I'm sure Mr. Mushy will be

real glad to hear that.

(dramatic theme playing)

(cattle mooing)

Head 'em up, and 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!

(whip cracks)

Hyah!

(whip cracks)

♪ Rawhide! ♪

Hyah!

(whip cracks)

Hyah!

(whip cracks)

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪