Rawhide (1959) s01e06 Episode Script
Incident of the Power and the Plow
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 'em, throw, and brand 'em? Soon we'll be livin' high and wide? My heart's calculatin'? My true love will be waitin'? Be waitin' 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'? ?Rollin', rollin', rollin'? Hyah! Hyah! ?Rollin', rollin', rollin'? Hyah! The Sedalia Trail's as rough as it is long.
You might say deuces are wild the way everything comes in twos.
In the low country, two inches of rain in half an hour.
Coming through the passes, it was two feet of snow.
On this side of the mountains, we had two brushes with rustlers.
Ended up burying two hands.
Now, it's been two days since grass and water but my job's to kick this herd along no matter what.
The only way I know to get a thing done is to keep trying.
Gil Favor's my name- trail boss.
We've been in this dead weed for three days now, Mr.
Favor.
We've lost so much beef, it seems like we only got half a herd left.
Come grass and water, they'll be fat and sassy again, no time at all.
What we make since breakfast, Wishbone? Well, Mushy only peels eight taters per mile.
I'd say we come four miles plus one spud.
Mr.
Favor.
Man'd be a hog to want more than that.
Mighty pretty.
"Jed Reston's Land.
Stay out if you ain't been asked in.
" Head 'em into the valley! Yah! Must be Jed Reston's place over there.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Bed down when you find water.
I'll catch up.
Rowdy.
Being as you're dressed in your Sunday clothes You want to visit? Right.
Tie him to the wagon.
Five dollars for the job.
Hold it! I want the pleasure, Pa.
All yours, son.
Wouldn't want you to lose on the deal, Bannion.
You still deny you stole? I guess he's learned his lesson.
Ten lashes never taught no man nothin'.
Try for 15.
Maybe he'll tell where he hid that milch cow.
All right.
I guess he's learned his lesson.
Can't help admiring his stubbornness, though.
My name's Favor.
Jed Reston.
Welcome to the Bar XL.
This is Rowdy Yates.
What'd he do, Mr.
Reston? No need to pry into another man's business.
Well, he stole a milch cow.
Only three milch cows on the whole range.
What would an Indian do with a milch cow? He fancies himself a farmer.
Can you imagine that? A Comanche aimin' to farm? Oh, uh, this is my boy, Matt.
Matt, shake hands with Rowdy Yates, and, uh Gil Favor.
I'm trail boss of a herd that's crossin' your land right now.
I passed your sign a ways back.
I'm hopin' you're askin' me in.
You're a cattle man, ain't you? Of course you're in.
I need a week, ten days grazin', maybe.
My front gate is 100 miles from my doorstep.
You just pick out a likely range and make yourself at home.
You'll be on my land no matter what direction you go in.
Thanks.
Except south, that is.
South ain't my land anymore.
Well, thanks again, Mr.
Reston.
Now, hold up, Mr.
Favor.
You boys been eating dust and alkali on the trail for quite a piece.
We've got real beds here.
Sweet water, shade trees.
Everything to ease the body.
Much obliged, but I've got to get back to the herd.
I understand.
There's a real cattleman for you.
But I think your steers would forgive you for sitting at a real table for one real meal.
Hey, Bannion, show these gentlemen where to wash up, will you? This way.
Get up, there, boy! Hyah! Hyah! What do you think, Mr.
Favor? Get over there! Hyah! Come on! I think that's a lot of horse.
Get on him.
Get on him! You've got to time it, boy, you got to time it! Whoa! Get back! I'm out of wind, Pa.
Out of wind, or out of nerve? This time, hold him! A lot of horse.
I gave him to Matt for his 21st birthday a week ago.
Seven days, and he still hasn't been in the saddle.
It'll take a heap of man to ride him.
You ain't a heap of man after 21 years in this country, you ain't never going to make it.
Get up there, boy! Hyah! Hyah! Men sometimes have a habit of expecting an awful lot from their sons.
You're right.
Guess I shouldn't expect too much.
He was puny and sickly when he was born.
You wouldn't think anyone so puny and sickly could kill a person.
Gee! Gee! Haw! His mother died when he was born.
Well, don't stand around letting our guests get hungry.
Take them over to the cookhouse.
That horse is thunder on the hoof.
Pa knows horseflesh.
Matter of fact, there ain't nothing on four legs or two that Pa ain't got the hang of.
YeahI'm pretty handy with mustangs.
Maybe I can help you break him.
Nobody's breaking that stallion but me.
Something wrong? Those milch cows.
What about them? I'm not overeducated, but I can count to three.
SoYou can count to three.
The Indian took 15 lashes for stealing one of three milch cows.
They're all there.
So, what was the reason? Since when do you need a reason to whip an Indian? Guess we'll be riding, Rowdy.
Hey, ain't you guys supposed to chow? My stomach won't hold much food now.
I figure your stomach won't take the facts of life.
Hold it.
All that loud drumming is just to show he's full-growed.
Let's get our horses.
Take your hands off of that coffee! But Wishbone, I want to make another pot of coffee.
I remember your recipe.
Yeah? Well, one pound of coffee in the pot, boil for 30 minutes, then pitch in a horseshoe, and if it sinks, add some more coffee.
You open your mouth around here one more time except to say "Sir," I'm going to stuff it full of dynamite and light the fuse.
Well, thought you'd be eating dinner tonight off of fancy china plates.
Why, we couldn't bear the thought of missing one of your meals, Wishbone.
Pour Mr.
Favor some coffee.
Where's Pete? Ah, he's out making a bedtime check.
Any trouble? Only trouble I'm having is drinking this sorry coffee.
Get out of the way, Mushy.
Oh, boss, you're back.
We get permission to cross this range? Permission was as friendly as corn fritters.
Speaking of corn fritters, if I eat any more of this beef, my belly's going to sprout horns.
I never seen an outfit where everybody's so full of smart-alecky comments.
Course, I know you're all used to eating at them fancy French cafes in New Orleans.
Well, if you don't like it, you can just give it back.
Oh, it's good, it's real good, though.
Reminds me, Mr.
Favor, we're just about shed of supplies.
We passed a town a ways back.
Come morning, we'll go in.
I say, Pete.
Tell me about Comanches.
They're mean.
How mean? I'd say man for man they've killed more whites than any other tribe.
Comanche territory close by.
That's over there south.
The government's got them on a reservation.
You figure they could become farmers? Farmers? What would they raiseScalps? Hey, Wishbone, give me another hardtack there.
Again? Still, it did not come.
No.
I will try tomorrow.
That plow'll get here one of these days.
So? He's paid for it, and he's paid for the freight.
He don't get the plow.
I thought I married a human being.
You think he really wants to farm? Sure.
That's what the Comanches want us all to think.
We've got to get over that kind of feeling.
You want to be surrounded by Comanches? You think you'd be able to sleep in your bed at night? That's Jed Reston talking.
Did Jed Reston put an arrow in my arm? It's Jed Reston who don't want that plow delivered.
You got two feet left, stand on them.
All right, all right! You willing not to eat? I'll stand up against Reston.
Hey, Kels, we want some.
In a minute, Billy.
Be right back.
Now, gentlemen, name your poison.
Well, the candy stick.
Not for sale.
I make it, uh, $53 even.
I can build rake.
Seed I must buy.
Fresh out of seed.
I overlooked an item.
A nickel's worth.
Better not, Mister.
Nickel's worth.
Your funeral, Mister.
Come on, Rowdy.
Ho! How many? Three.
One.
Dealer takes two.
I'll bet $500.
I call and raise it $1,000.
Well, that puts me out.
Trying to run one? I call.
Three jacks.
Two pair.
Two pair? I said three jacks.
I lose.
How do I stand now? Well, since the drive started, you're behind $68,430.
How much is that in real money? Well, that tallies down to $1.
17.
Got company.
It's Reston.
Guess he's come to check over the herd.
The way he's riding, he could trample the herd to death.
Afternoon.
Get off my range.
You gave permission.
You saw an Indian whipped on my ranch, you knew he was my enemy.
Deny that you've befriended him.
I gave candy to a child.
An Indian child.
I can't tolerate ingratitude, Mr.
Favor.
That's exactly what you're guilty of.
You making war on babies, Mr.
Reston? Have your cattle off my range by nightfall.
You said your front gate is 100 miles from your doorstep.
I can't make that distance by nightfall.
Three miles south is a Comanche reservation.
You'll find good grazing there.
By nightfall, if there's a steer on this range without the Bar XL brand, he gets shot where he stands.
I still can't make it by nightfall.
I've never been known as a cruel, unreasonable man.
You've got an extra 24 hours before we start shooting your cattle.
Let's go.
I sure hope he can reason with them Comanches.
Ain't going to be easy, though, with a couple of thousand dogies at his heels.
You can come if you want.
Sure thing.
Why, you don't even know where.
You can't just go riding into Comanche territory.
Pete, you're the Indian expert.
Tell him.
Wishbone's right, Mr.
Favor.
You go riding in there, the odds are you don't come out.
If we don't go in there, what'll happen when Reston starts shooting? We can always shoot back.
Nope.
For the right to graze, I figure we can barter a few beads, maybe some flour and blankets.
I'd like to come along.
We're trading, not scouting.
You nurse the herd.
Reston's boundary marker.
They got a weakness for signs.
Break out the coffee.
We'll make like we've been asked in.
Right.
No! Put it away.
They can just as easy put them in us.
Ease off your gun belt.
My cattle are weak and hungry.
They've got to rest.
They've got to graze.
If Reston had half of his land, he would still have more than enough.
He ordered us away.
We'll trade for the privilege we ask.
Beef, flour, blankets, anything you need, we'll give.
You offer friendship.
That is enough.
Bring your cattle.
Chicken? Don't bother burning off the feathers, my belly won't wait.
Well, you're in luck.
We found one hen naked.
After that, apple pie.
Apple pie? When are you going to grow up and stop being astonished at everything? Well? Move the herd onto the reservation tonight.
Is that all you got to say? Nope.
Where's the gravy? You know, Indians sure do like beef.
Just like white men.
There are Comanches on the other side of the hill.
Okay.
Let's cut six head out of the bunch.
I would like you to have them.
It is not needed.
I would feel better.
My people will be grateful.
Taslatch asked me to bring you to him.
Will you come? Our pleasure.
Weneera! Welcome to my farm.
Taslatch is not asleep, but he dreams.
Ah, the Comanches will be nothing if they don't leave their old ways behind them.
Well, if that isn't the prettiest pouch I ever seen.
He made it for you.
My son will keep yours for good luck.
Now I got me a pouch.
Some job for one man.
Jisera helps.
To be a fool is his wish, I will help.
What's eating Reston, that he doesn't understand? He wants our land.
And someday he will get it.
I will go now to find some grass for the cows you have brought us.
When I get plow, this will be farm.
Weneera said you come to eat with us.
Our pleasure.
Boy.
Weneera has learned to cook with stove.
Say, did you do these? Some, some Jisera did.
Jisera? Who'd have figured? When hunt is finished, we will be ready for it.
If it does not have the right taste, it is, it is because it is a new way with me.
She's afraid it will not taste right.
Hey, this is good, Weneera.
We got a cook named Wishbone.
He could sure take lessons from you.
Ah, this is for the boy.
He is not yet of age to eat with elders.
Come, boy.
Taslatch is a good man.
You can tell that by looking 'round the place.
It is hard for people to believe a Comanche would choose peace to fighting.
They, they do not know Taslatch.
Well, now it is not much of farm.
When I get plow, I show them Indian can farm.
It's my guess you'll be a good farmer.
Now, come on, let's eat.
Seems like the men are getting fatter than the cows.
Well, they could use a little thinning down.
As for the herd, they're about as fat as they're going to get.
Well, let's get moving before we forget the taste of dust.
All right, I'll get them ready.
All right, finish your chow and saddle up.
We're moving on.
I'm riding to Taslatch's farm to say good-bye.
You can saddle two horses if you want.
Right.
You can finish your coffee first.
Morning, Weneera.
Welcome.
Morning, button.
What's the matter? Taslatch has been insulted and the boy blames everyone.
Who insulted Taslatch? The town.
They will not give him the plow.
Where is he? The hate is still there.
"No Indians allowed.
" They have a weakness for signs.
It is their town, but it is my plow.
Here is the paper.
I asked them, "Give me plow.
" They fire rifle to drive me away.
I'll get your plow for you.
Comanche get my plow.
Jisera gone to gather braves.
That's a fool's play.
Reston will have reason to call soldiers.
Reston can't want anything that bad.
It is hard to say.
Jisera right? I wrong? I'll go see Reston.
No it is not your trouble.
Cattle are ready for trail.
Don't be foolish.
Go.
After I do a chore.
When a man like Reston wants killing, there is nothing to do but give him killing.
Nobody has to move in the direction Reston's pushing.
Ride back to the camp, Rowdy.
See that the supply wagon is stripped down.
We may have to do some hauling.
Well, Mr.
Favor, you've done what no other white man has ever been able to do- get something out of the Comanches.
One hand washes the other.
Do something for them, they'll do something for you.
I got no candy for an Indian.
You got a plow.
Won't be much to give up since it doesn't belong to you.
It's the townspeople that won't give it up.
You pull the strings and they jump.
Look at it this way, Mr.
Favor, ever since I can remember, the land to the south belonged to my family.
After the war, the politicians in Washington gave it to the Comanches.
But before you can remember, the land belonged to them.
I aim to move the Comanches out of there.
You don't think they'd go someplace else if they've got farms.
Jisera's coming in with everything he's got in back of him.
They're going after the town.
You can stop it.
You give me credit for more power than I own.
I'm giving you credit for the killing that'll be.
Maybe he's right, Pa.
When you master that stallion, then you can enter the men's council.
In the meantime, keep your mouth shut.
Mr.
Favor, you take a hint awful hard.
How many times do you have to be told that you're not welcome on this range? Well, it was worth the try.
Wagon's just about ready.
I hope you know what you're up to.
Comanches' been pouring through here all day long.
Finish hitching the team.
Right.
I allow myself the privilege of calling you a fool just once a drive, boss.
This is that once.
Herd will never be primer than they are right now.
I know.
It ain't sense to get worked into an Indian war when you can get around it.
Why, if we take off now, we can be sitting in a snug hotel come the finish of the drive.
I'd like that, if I could sit in that snug hotel and not remember back to this time.
Now, do it.
Ready, Mr.
Favor.
Hah! Afternoon.
This ain't yours.
That's right.
We're taking delivery for a friend.
Well, it ain't come yet.
Sure, that thing outside's a cotton gin.
It belongs to somebody else.
Maybe so.
Show me an order from somebody else.
It belongs to the Indian.
Sheriff! What's going on here? Just trying to load a plow.
Leave it right where it is.
Can't do that.
It's needed.
You heard me.
I got a bill of sale showing ownership.
You going to let them load up that plow? You know what this will mean? We take this thing with us, you won't have a couple thousand Comanches on your necks.
We can't afford to go against Reston.
That's right.
Reston's spread gives us all a living.
How long you going to live on your knees? We gonna take that from him? He's saying the truth! You're fools.
Reston needs you as much as you need him.
Maybe we just ain't big enough to take the chance he don't.
A man doesn't know how big a shadow he throws until he stands up.
Open up.
What's more important, Jed Reston or your town? Let us deliver this, and your town won't be wiped out by Comanches.
Or, you can shoot us in the back and make Reston happy.
Hah! Hah! Hah! Come on! Hah! Hah! Come on.
Reston, you must be out of your head! My boy got on that stallion.
He took off, he couldn't control him.
That any reason to do this? He took him into the reservation.
Bannion tracked him here.
They drove him off with guns.
The Comanches have got Matt.
Get the plow.
I'm going to give you one more chance to interfere, Mr.
Favor.
I just sent his squaw and papoose to Jisera to tell him something.
If Matt isn't back by noon tomorrow I'm going to hang him.
On Main Street.
Let's go.
Did we lose? Everything.
Water's over here.
If Jisera's telling the truth He is.
then Comanche rifle fire must've drove off Bannion when he was tracking that stallion.
If Jisera said Matt isn't a Comanche captive, then he isn't.
The son of Reston has been found.
My horse Where's my horse? I've got to ride him.
We will find your horse.
Lie still and rest.
Lie lie still.
Why don't we just drag him into town and set Taslatch free? It's Jisera's play- let him make it.
It seems to me Weneera would nursemaid a Reston with a tomahawk.
They found you hurt.
The stallion threw me.
Your father's going to hang Taslatch unless he sees you by noon.
Why? He thinks you're a Comanche captive.
Well, give me a horse, I'll stop it.
Only the Comanches can stop it.
Well, my father said if I came in by noon.
Your father is a liar.
The Restons are men of honor.
Your father has no honor.
He will hang Taslatch.
This will start a war.
He will get our land.
You're just looking for an excuse to kill me.
We will kill only one man for the death of Taslatch Jed Reston.
Only those who stand in the way will also die.
Go.
What'd you turn him loose for? If he goes in without Comanches, maybe Reston will give up Taslatch.
We'll go after him, just to make sure.
Come on, Rowdy, let's pick up our horses.
It's only three hours to noon.
Oh, Reston's just trying to throw a little scare in everybody.
You all right? No sense waiting till noon.
Let's hang him now.
Pa! Let's get him.
Come on, boys.
Pa, I'm all right.
Those redskins got to be taught a lesson.
I was hurt.
They took care of me.
You said if I got in by noon.
Never mind what I said.
The Restons are men of honor.
Well? Well, what can I do? We'll back you.
Then maybe they will.
You can't do this, Mr.
Reston.
Shut up.
No, Pa.
Matt, you disappointed your pa.
You came back alive.
You've got to turn him loose, Pa.
Don't be stupid.
He's land hungry.
He'd rather see his own son dead than lose a chance to spread his boundary markers.
You're digging your own grave with your mouth, Mr.
Favor.
Any man interferes, and he gets cut down.
Ask him.
Go ahead, ask him if he wouldn't rather see you dead than lose an acre.
I warned you.
Pa, let the Indian go.
No.
You'll never get another chance like this.
Cause an Indian war, soldiers come in, kill a lot of people, but Jed Reston will get more land.
Shut up.
Take a good look, Matt.
That's the image you wanted to mold yourself into.
A liar, a cheat.
A fake.
That's enough.
He's right.
You wanted me dead.
Well, here's your chance.
Are you going against me? Why notYou've been against me all my life.
That's not true, Matt.
I tried I'm ashamed to be a Reston.
Don't say that! Matt? You can come with us if you want.
No, thanks, Mr.
Favor.
I'd rather be on my own for a while.
Never will I forget my two friends.
I'm sorry your dream didn't pan out.
It will someday, maybe.
Taslatch, we found this thing rusting away in a pasture somewhere.
Ain't doing us any good.
Delivered.
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'? ?Rollin', rollin', rollin'? Hyah! Hyah! ?Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'? Hyah! ?Rollin', rollin', rollin'?
You might say deuces are wild the way everything comes in twos.
In the low country, two inches of rain in half an hour.
Coming through the passes, it was two feet of snow.
On this side of the mountains, we had two brushes with rustlers.
Ended up burying two hands.
Now, it's been two days since grass and water but my job's to kick this herd along no matter what.
The only way I know to get a thing done is to keep trying.
Gil Favor's my name- trail boss.
We've been in this dead weed for three days now, Mr.
Favor.
We've lost so much beef, it seems like we only got half a herd left.
Come grass and water, they'll be fat and sassy again, no time at all.
What we make since breakfast, Wishbone? Well, Mushy only peels eight taters per mile.
I'd say we come four miles plus one spud.
Mr.
Favor.
Man'd be a hog to want more than that.
Mighty pretty.
"Jed Reston's Land.
Stay out if you ain't been asked in.
" Head 'em into the valley! Yah! Must be Jed Reston's place over there.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Bed down when you find water.
I'll catch up.
Rowdy.
Being as you're dressed in your Sunday clothes You want to visit? Right.
Tie him to the wagon.
Five dollars for the job.
Hold it! I want the pleasure, Pa.
All yours, son.
Wouldn't want you to lose on the deal, Bannion.
You still deny you stole? I guess he's learned his lesson.
Ten lashes never taught no man nothin'.
Try for 15.
Maybe he'll tell where he hid that milch cow.
All right.
I guess he's learned his lesson.
Can't help admiring his stubbornness, though.
My name's Favor.
Jed Reston.
Welcome to the Bar XL.
This is Rowdy Yates.
What'd he do, Mr.
Reston? No need to pry into another man's business.
Well, he stole a milch cow.
Only three milch cows on the whole range.
What would an Indian do with a milch cow? He fancies himself a farmer.
Can you imagine that? A Comanche aimin' to farm? Oh, uh, this is my boy, Matt.
Matt, shake hands with Rowdy Yates, and, uh Gil Favor.
I'm trail boss of a herd that's crossin' your land right now.
I passed your sign a ways back.
I'm hopin' you're askin' me in.
You're a cattle man, ain't you? Of course you're in.
I need a week, ten days grazin', maybe.
My front gate is 100 miles from my doorstep.
You just pick out a likely range and make yourself at home.
You'll be on my land no matter what direction you go in.
Thanks.
Except south, that is.
South ain't my land anymore.
Well, thanks again, Mr.
Reston.
Now, hold up, Mr.
Favor.
You boys been eating dust and alkali on the trail for quite a piece.
We've got real beds here.
Sweet water, shade trees.
Everything to ease the body.
Much obliged, but I've got to get back to the herd.
I understand.
There's a real cattleman for you.
But I think your steers would forgive you for sitting at a real table for one real meal.
Hey, Bannion, show these gentlemen where to wash up, will you? This way.
Get up, there, boy! Hyah! Hyah! What do you think, Mr.
Favor? Get over there! Hyah! Come on! I think that's a lot of horse.
Get on him.
Get on him! You've got to time it, boy, you got to time it! Whoa! Get back! I'm out of wind, Pa.
Out of wind, or out of nerve? This time, hold him! A lot of horse.
I gave him to Matt for his 21st birthday a week ago.
Seven days, and he still hasn't been in the saddle.
It'll take a heap of man to ride him.
You ain't a heap of man after 21 years in this country, you ain't never going to make it.
Get up there, boy! Hyah! Hyah! Men sometimes have a habit of expecting an awful lot from their sons.
You're right.
Guess I shouldn't expect too much.
He was puny and sickly when he was born.
You wouldn't think anyone so puny and sickly could kill a person.
Gee! Gee! Haw! His mother died when he was born.
Well, don't stand around letting our guests get hungry.
Take them over to the cookhouse.
That horse is thunder on the hoof.
Pa knows horseflesh.
Matter of fact, there ain't nothing on four legs or two that Pa ain't got the hang of.
YeahI'm pretty handy with mustangs.
Maybe I can help you break him.
Nobody's breaking that stallion but me.
Something wrong? Those milch cows.
What about them? I'm not overeducated, but I can count to three.
SoYou can count to three.
The Indian took 15 lashes for stealing one of three milch cows.
They're all there.
So, what was the reason? Since when do you need a reason to whip an Indian? Guess we'll be riding, Rowdy.
Hey, ain't you guys supposed to chow? My stomach won't hold much food now.
I figure your stomach won't take the facts of life.
Hold it.
All that loud drumming is just to show he's full-growed.
Let's get our horses.
Take your hands off of that coffee! But Wishbone, I want to make another pot of coffee.
I remember your recipe.
Yeah? Well, one pound of coffee in the pot, boil for 30 minutes, then pitch in a horseshoe, and if it sinks, add some more coffee.
You open your mouth around here one more time except to say "Sir," I'm going to stuff it full of dynamite and light the fuse.
Well, thought you'd be eating dinner tonight off of fancy china plates.
Why, we couldn't bear the thought of missing one of your meals, Wishbone.
Pour Mr.
Favor some coffee.
Where's Pete? Ah, he's out making a bedtime check.
Any trouble? Only trouble I'm having is drinking this sorry coffee.
Get out of the way, Mushy.
Oh, boss, you're back.
We get permission to cross this range? Permission was as friendly as corn fritters.
Speaking of corn fritters, if I eat any more of this beef, my belly's going to sprout horns.
I never seen an outfit where everybody's so full of smart-alecky comments.
Course, I know you're all used to eating at them fancy French cafes in New Orleans.
Well, if you don't like it, you can just give it back.
Oh, it's good, it's real good, though.
Reminds me, Mr.
Favor, we're just about shed of supplies.
We passed a town a ways back.
Come morning, we'll go in.
I say, Pete.
Tell me about Comanches.
They're mean.
How mean? I'd say man for man they've killed more whites than any other tribe.
Comanche territory close by.
That's over there south.
The government's got them on a reservation.
You figure they could become farmers? Farmers? What would they raiseScalps? Hey, Wishbone, give me another hardtack there.
Again? Still, it did not come.
No.
I will try tomorrow.
That plow'll get here one of these days.
So? He's paid for it, and he's paid for the freight.
He don't get the plow.
I thought I married a human being.
You think he really wants to farm? Sure.
That's what the Comanches want us all to think.
We've got to get over that kind of feeling.
You want to be surrounded by Comanches? You think you'd be able to sleep in your bed at night? That's Jed Reston talking.
Did Jed Reston put an arrow in my arm? It's Jed Reston who don't want that plow delivered.
You got two feet left, stand on them.
All right, all right! You willing not to eat? I'll stand up against Reston.
Hey, Kels, we want some.
In a minute, Billy.
Be right back.
Now, gentlemen, name your poison.
Well, the candy stick.
Not for sale.
I make it, uh, $53 even.
I can build rake.
Seed I must buy.
Fresh out of seed.
I overlooked an item.
A nickel's worth.
Better not, Mister.
Nickel's worth.
Your funeral, Mister.
Come on, Rowdy.
Ho! How many? Three.
One.
Dealer takes two.
I'll bet $500.
I call and raise it $1,000.
Well, that puts me out.
Trying to run one? I call.
Three jacks.
Two pair.
Two pair? I said three jacks.
I lose.
How do I stand now? Well, since the drive started, you're behind $68,430.
How much is that in real money? Well, that tallies down to $1.
17.
Got company.
It's Reston.
Guess he's come to check over the herd.
The way he's riding, he could trample the herd to death.
Afternoon.
Get off my range.
You gave permission.
You saw an Indian whipped on my ranch, you knew he was my enemy.
Deny that you've befriended him.
I gave candy to a child.
An Indian child.
I can't tolerate ingratitude, Mr.
Favor.
That's exactly what you're guilty of.
You making war on babies, Mr.
Reston? Have your cattle off my range by nightfall.
You said your front gate is 100 miles from your doorstep.
I can't make that distance by nightfall.
Three miles south is a Comanche reservation.
You'll find good grazing there.
By nightfall, if there's a steer on this range without the Bar XL brand, he gets shot where he stands.
I still can't make it by nightfall.
I've never been known as a cruel, unreasonable man.
You've got an extra 24 hours before we start shooting your cattle.
Let's go.
I sure hope he can reason with them Comanches.
Ain't going to be easy, though, with a couple of thousand dogies at his heels.
You can come if you want.
Sure thing.
Why, you don't even know where.
You can't just go riding into Comanche territory.
Pete, you're the Indian expert.
Tell him.
Wishbone's right, Mr.
Favor.
You go riding in there, the odds are you don't come out.
If we don't go in there, what'll happen when Reston starts shooting? We can always shoot back.
Nope.
For the right to graze, I figure we can barter a few beads, maybe some flour and blankets.
I'd like to come along.
We're trading, not scouting.
You nurse the herd.
Reston's boundary marker.
They got a weakness for signs.
Break out the coffee.
We'll make like we've been asked in.
Right.
No! Put it away.
They can just as easy put them in us.
Ease off your gun belt.
My cattle are weak and hungry.
They've got to rest.
They've got to graze.
If Reston had half of his land, he would still have more than enough.
He ordered us away.
We'll trade for the privilege we ask.
Beef, flour, blankets, anything you need, we'll give.
You offer friendship.
That is enough.
Bring your cattle.
Chicken? Don't bother burning off the feathers, my belly won't wait.
Well, you're in luck.
We found one hen naked.
After that, apple pie.
Apple pie? When are you going to grow up and stop being astonished at everything? Well? Move the herd onto the reservation tonight.
Is that all you got to say? Nope.
Where's the gravy? You know, Indians sure do like beef.
Just like white men.
There are Comanches on the other side of the hill.
Okay.
Let's cut six head out of the bunch.
I would like you to have them.
It is not needed.
I would feel better.
My people will be grateful.
Taslatch asked me to bring you to him.
Will you come? Our pleasure.
Weneera! Welcome to my farm.
Taslatch is not asleep, but he dreams.
Ah, the Comanches will be nothing if they don't leave their old ways behind them.
Well, if that isn't the prettiest pouch I ever seen.
He made it for you.
My son will keep yours for good luck.
Now I got me a pouch.
Some job for one man.
Jisera helps.
To be a fool is his wish, I will help.
What's eating Reston, that he doesn't understand? He wants our land.
And someday he will get it.
I will go now to find some grass for the cows you have brought us.
When I get plow, this will be farm.
Weneera said you come to eat with us.
Our pleasure.
Boy.
Weneera has learned to cook with stove.
Say, did you do these? Some, some Jisera did.
Jisera? Who'd have figured? When hunt is finished, we will be ready for it.
If it does not have the right taste, it is, it is because it is a new way with me.
She's afraid it will not taste right.
Hey, this is good, Weneera.
We got a cook named Wishbone.
He could sure take lessons from you.
Ah, this is for the boy.
He is not yet of age to eat with elders.
Come, boy.
Taslatch is a good man.
You can tell that by looking 'round the place.
It is hard for people to believe a Comanche would choose peace to fighting.
They, they do not know Taslatch.
Well, now it is not much of farm.
When I get plow, I show them Indian can farm.
It's my guess you'll be a good farmer.
Now, come on, let's eat.
Seems like the men are getting fatter than the cows.
Well, they could use a little thinning down.
As for the herd, they're about as fat as they're going to get.
Well, let's get moving before we forget the taste of dust.
All right, I'll get them ready.
All right, finish your chow and saddle up.
We're moving on.
I'm riding to Taslatch's farm to say good-bye.
You can saddle two horses if you want.
Right.
You can finish your coffee first.
Morning, Weneera.
Welcome.
Morning, button.
What's the matter? Taslatch has been insulted and the boy blames everyone.
Who insulted Taslatch? The town.
They will not give him the plow.
Where is he? The hate is still there.
"No Indians allowed.
" They have a weakness for signs.
It is their town, but it is my plow.
Here is the paper.
I asked them, "Give me plow.
" They fire rifle to drive me away.
I'll get your plow for you.
Comanche get my plow.
Jisera gone to gather braves.
That's a fool's play.
Reston will have reason to call soldiers.
Reston can't want anything that bad.
It is hard to say.
Jisera right? I wrong? I'll go see Reston.
No it is not your trouble.
Cattle are ready for trail.
Don't be foolish.
Go.
After I do a chore.
When a man like Reston wants killing, there is nothing to do but give him killing.
Nobody has to move in the direction Reston's pushing.
Ride back to the camp, Rowdy.
See that the supply wagon is stripped down.
We may have to do some hauling.
Well, Mr.
Favor, you've done what no other white man has ever been able to do- get something out of the Comanches.
One hand washes the other.
Do something for them, they'll do something for you.
I got no candy for an Indian.
You got a plow.
Won't be much to give up since it doesn't belong to you.
It's the townspeople that won't give it up.
You pull the strings and they jump.
Look at it this way, Mr.
Favor, ever since I can remember, the land to the south belonged to my family.
After the war, the politicians in Washington gave it to the Comanches.
But before you can remember, the land belonged to them.
I aim to move the Comanches out of there.
You don't think they'd go someplace else if they've got farms.
Jisera's coming in with everything he's got in back of him.
They're going after the town.
You can stop it.
You give me credit for more power than I own.
I'm giving you credit for the killing that'll be.
Maybe he's right, Pa.
When you master that stallion, then you can enter the men's council.
In the meantime, keep your mouth shut.
Mr.
Favor, you take a hint awful hard.
How many times do you have to be told that you're not welcome on this range? Well, it was worth the try.
Wagon's just about ready.
I hope you know what you're up to.
Comanches' been pouring through here all day long.
Finish hitching the team.
Right.
I allow myself the privilege of calling you a fool just once a drive, boss.
This is that once.
Herd will never be primer than they are right now.
I know.
It ain't sense to get worked into an Indian war when you can get around it.
Why, if we take off now, we can be sitting in a snug hotel come the finish of the drive.
I'd like that, if I could sit in that snug hotel and not remember back to this time.
Now, do it.
Ready, Mr.
Favor.
Hah! Afternoon.
This ain't yours.
That's right.
We're taking delivery for a friend.
Well, it ain't come yet.
Sure, that thing outside's a cotton gin.
It belongs to somebody else.
Maybe so.
Show me an order from somebody else.
It belongs to the Indian.
Sheriff! What's going on here? Just trying to load a plow.
Leave it right where it is.
Can't do that.
It's needed.
You heard me.
I got a bill of sale showing ownership.
You going to let them load up that plow? You know what this will mean? We take this thing with us, you won't have a couple thousand Comanches on your necks.
We can't afford to go against Reston.
That's right.
Reston's spread gives us all a living.
How long you going to live on your knees? We gonna take that from him? He's saying the truth! You're fools.
Reston needs you as much as you need him.
Maybe we just ain't big enough to take the chance he don't.
A man doesn't know how big a shadow he throws until he stands up.
Open up.
What's more important, Jed Reston or your town? Let us deliver this, and your town won't be wiped out by Comanches.
Or, you can shoot us in the back and make Reston happy.
Hah! Hah! Hah! Come on! Hah! Hah! Come on.
Reston, you must be out of your head! My boy got on that stallion.
He took off, he couldn't control him.
That any reason to do this? He took him into the reservation.
Bannion tracked him here.
They drove him off with guns.
The Comanches have got Matt.
Get the plow.
I'm going to give you one more chance to interfere, Mr.
Favor.
I just sent his squaw and papoose to Jisera to tell him something.
If Matt isn't back by noon tomorrow I'm going to hang him.
On Main Street.
Let's go.
Did we lose? Everything.
Water's over here.
If Jisera's telling the truth He is.
then Comanche rifle fire must've drove off Bannion when he was tracking that stallion.
If Jisera said Matt isn't a Comanche captive, then he isn't.
The son of Reston has been found.
My horse Where's my horse? I've got to ride him.
We will find your horse.
Lie still and rest.
Lie lie still.
Why don't we just drag him into town and set Taslatch free? It's Jisera's play- let him make it.
It seems to me Weneera would nursemaid a Reston with a tomahawk.
They found you hurt.
The stallion threw me.
Your father's going to hang Taslatch unless he sees you by noon.
Why? He thinks you're a Comanche captive.
Well, give me a horse, I'll stop it.
Only the Comanches can stop it.
Well, my father said if I came in by noon.
Your father is a liar.
The Restons are men of honor.
Your father has no honor.
He will hang Taslatch.
This will start a war.
He will get our land.
You're just looking for an excuse to kill me.
We will kill only one man for the death of Taslatch Jed Reston.
Only those who stand in the way will also die.
Go.
What'd you turn him loose for? If he goes in without Comanches, maybe Reston will give up Taslatch.
We'll go after him, just to make sure.
Come on, Rowdy, let's pick up our horses.
It's only three hours to noon.
Oh, Reston's just trying to throw a little scare in everybody.
You all right? No sense waiting till noon.
Let's hang him now.
Pa! Let's get him.
Come on, boys.
Pa, I'm all right.
Those redskins got to be taught a lesson.
I was hurt.
They took care of me.
You said if I got in by noon.
Never mind what I said.
The Restons are men of honor.
Well? Well, what can I do? We'll back you.
Then maybe they will.
You can't do this, Mr.
Reston.
Shut up.
No, Pa.
Matt, you disappointed your pa.
You came back alive.
You've got to turn him loose, Pa.
Don't be stupid.
He's land hungry.
He'd rather see his own son dead than lose a chance to spread his boundary markers.
You're digging your own grave with your mouth, Mr.
Favor.
Any man interferes, and he gets cut down.
Ask him.
Go ahead, ask him if he wouldn't rather see you dead than lose an acre.
I warned you.
Pa, let the Indian go.
No.
You'll never get another chance like this.
Cause an Indian war, soldiers come in, kill a lot of people, but Jed Reston will get more land.
Shut up.
Take a good look, Matt.
That's the image you wanted to mold yourself into.
A liar, a cheat.
A fake.
That's enough.
He's right.
You wanted me dead.
Well, here's your chance.
Are you going against me? Why notYou've been against me all my life.
That's not true, Matt.
I tried I'm ashamed to be a Reston.
Don't say that! Matt? You can come with us if you want.
No, thanks, Mr.
Favor.
I'd rather be on my own for a while.
Never will I forget my two friends.
I'm sorry your dream didn't pan out.
It will someday, maybe.
Taslatch, we found this thing rusting away in a pasture somewhere.
Ain't doing us any good.
Delivered.
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'? ?Rollin', rollin', rollin'? Hyah! Hyah! ?Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'? Hyah! ?Rollin', rollin', rollin'?