Rawhide (1959) s01e14 Episode Script

Hyah! ÿRollin', rollin', rollin'? Keep movin', movin', movin'? Though they're disapprovin'? ÿKeep them dogies movin'? ÿÿRawhide? Don't try to understand 'em? Just rope 'em, throw, and brand 'em? Soon we'll be livin' high and wide? ÿÿMy heart's calculatin'? ÿÿÿMy true love ÿÿÿwill be waitin'? Be waitin' at the end of my ride? ÿÿMove 'em on, head 'em up, ÿÿhead 'em up, move 'em on? ÿÿMove 'em on, head 'em up, ÿÿrawhide? - Cut 'em out, ride 'em in, ride 'em in, let 'emout? ÿCut 'em out, ride 'em in? ÿÿRawhide? ÿ?Rollin', rollin', rollin'? ÿHyah! ÿ Hyah! ÿRawhide? ÿ- Hyah! ÿ- Everyonce in a while you have to get away from the herd, ÿÿso you can listen ÿÿto the sound of it.
ÿYou can tell a lot ÿfrom the way the cattle bawl, ÿÿbut the same can't be said ÿÿÿfor the drovers you hire ÿÿÿalong the way.
ÿÿÿIt's hard to judge a man ÿÿÿby his voice.
ÿÿThat's why we keep gaining ÿÿsome, losing others.
ÿIt's my job to judge, ÿand sometimes I miss.
ÿMy name's Gil Favor, ÿtrail boss.
Talby! I don't want any murders on my drive.
ÿÿThat man's a gunman, ÿÿMr.
Favor ÿÿÿa killer.
ÿWell, now, whether you ÿbelieve it or not, ÿÿI wasn't going to kill him.
ÿÿÿI only wanted ÿÿÿto make him talk.
Long as it's just talk.
If anything happens to that boy, though, I'll know who did it.
ÿÿÿI told you ÿÿhe's a killer.
You got proof, Talby? ÿÿÿI can get it if ÿÿÿyou give me a chance.
I'll give you a chance to get back to camp.
And for your sake, that boy better stay healthy.
ÿYou've made a bad decision, ÿMr.
Favor, ÿÿand on a cattle drive, ÿÿÿa trail boss can't afford ÿÿÿto make bad decisions.
Get back to camp.
Talby's been trying to warn you about Johnny Camber.
Hmm? I believe him.
That kid does look like the pictures of Billy Carter on the wanted posters, and Billy Carter is as bad as they come.
ÿAll I ask of a man ÿis he does his job.
As long as Johnny Camber does that, he stays.
All right, boss.
But you'll be taking the herd through the toughest country we've tried yet with the worst crew we've ever had.
You've hired a gunman, a camp I know what I hired, what I'm up against.
ÿÿYou better stick ÿÿto scouting, Pete.
I'll drive herd.
Boy, I been waiting a week for this wish.
ÿÿÿYou got a mighty peculiar way ÿÿÿof taking a bath, friend.
Well, I was getting ripe.
You know, as Mr.
Favor always says, do a thing right and proper the first time.
You cooking stew again? ÿNow, you know darn well ÿI'm cooking down tallow ÿÿÿfor lye soap.
Oh.
Well, I should have known.
Smells better than the grub you been handing out.
Well, what are you standing there for? Get on back to work.
Me and Jed was just talking about it.
Looks mean and there's a lot of it.
Now, it's ÿa wrong time of year.
ÿÿTwo or three weeks earlier, ÿÿeven later, ÿÿwe'd have no trouble, but ÿÿJed, when you were ÿÿtrail-bossing, ÿÿyou lost a herd trying ÿÿto take it through ÿÿthis way, didn't you? - Everybody knows that.
- Why did you lose it? No use putting old Jed through that.
Why Jed? Well, like you, I tried it at the wrong time of year.
ÿÿAnd like you, again, ÿÿthe other day, ÿI had to take on a lot of ÿextra hands I wasn't sure of.
ÿHow far is it across, Pete? Jed says about 40 miles, count it most of a week's drive.
ÿÿÿCan we take the herd through? Well, this is my first time through here.
ÿÿÿ- I can't be sure.
What about water? Jed tells me there used to be water out about 12 miles, but not much of it.
What about going around? we'd have to cut north through Touralong Pass, means doubling back.
Adds up to two or three weeks more time, but ÿÿÿJed, didn't you say something ÿÿabout having trouble ÿÿin Touralong Pass, too? That's right, Mr.
Favor.
Had to turn back.
'Course, that was a long time ago.
You take a chance on dried-up creeks and streams, and the rocky ground is hard on the cattle's hooves.
- Any better than this? - That's hard to say.
Two, three weeks ÿÿÿwe might run into ÿÿÿthe same thing.
ÿAll right, Pete, we'll ÿtake them through this way.
That settles that.
Mr.
Favor knows what he's doing.
He sure doesn't want any company when he goes to making up his mind.
You're gonna find out, Pete, ÿÿthat the man who ÿÿhas to make the decisions ÿÿis about the loneliest man ÿÿthere is.
What are you doing in my bedroll? ÿRowdy, just trying ÿto give you a hand.
Sticking cockleburs in a man's bedroll don't strike me as being funny.
ÿÿÿI was just ÿÿÿfishing them out.
Who put them there? Now, I can't tell you.
You wouldn't want me to.
ÿÿÿIt'd just make trouble ÿÿÿwith one of your friends.
Now you listen to me, Myers.
Maybe you were doing me a favor and maybe you weren't.
Either way, if I catch you messing around with my gear again, I'm gonna stretch your ears.
Now get away from me.
That's the thanks a man gets for being friendly.
ÿIf you're missing anything, ÿyou ain't the first one ÿin this camp.
A man has to be sure before he starts talk like that.
ÿÿIt ain't so hard being ÿÿsure of something.
ÿÿBut proving it ÿÿis something else.
Talking ain't gonna help either way.
ÿÿÿThat makes you right.
ÿÿI just wanted to make sure you hadn't taken up swallowing the whole steer, horns and all.
ÿCockleburs.
If you hadn't come busting up, ÿI'd have had a chance ÿto do something more ÿthan just talk.
Look, you know how Mr.
Favor feels about trouble with his crew.
ÿÿThere ain't gonna be none, ÿÿnot without a cause.
ÿÿI figure you give a jasper ÿÿlike Myers enough rope, ÿÿand he'll throw a loop ÿÿaround anything ÿÿthat ain't tied down.
ÿÿÿAll right, all right.
ÿÿÿI'm shut.
Say, boss, um, how far does a man go with something he isn't sure about? ÿÿÿYou got something ÿÿÿon your mind, ÿÿÿlet's have it.
Well, this Carl Myers, he isn't liked around camp.
ÿWell, now, I didn't ÿhire him on ÿjust to be liked.
Well I caught him going through my bedroll.
He said he was picking out some cockleburs some yahoo put there.
Had them in his hand too.
Isn't much when it's said.
- You missing anything? - No.
ÿÿÿA man deserves ÿÿÿthe benefit of the doubt.
Yeah.
Check out your supplies? You never know the time I didn't.
Heading into dry country from here on in.
Still time to send a man into Three Corners, anything we need.
ÿ- We do it tonight.
ÿ- No need, Mr.
Favor.
ÿÿÿCheck again ÿÿÿto make sure.
Check again? You'd think I was a green-eared tenderfoot or something.
Mr.
Favor, can I have a word with you private? ÿThere's nothing you ÿcan't say in front ÿof the rest of the men.
Just as you say, Mr.
Favor.
It's about crossing the dry plains.
It's the wrong time.
ÿYou know it, I know it.
But I want you to know that I think you can make it.
That's all I got to say.
Don't you listen to him, Mr.
Favor.
Jed Blaine has been around these parts for a long time.
ÿÿÿEverybody knows ÿÿÿthat he lost his herd trying to stake claims at the wrong time of the year.
He's never been able to live it down.
He'd like you to try this drive, then he can always say he ain't the only trail boss who lost a herd and a crew.
ÿÿÿYou believe that, ÿÿÿMr.
Favor? Any reason not to believe it, Jed? I'm gonna take this herd straight across.
ÿWon't be easy, ÿbut itcanbe done.
ÿWe're gonna keep those cows ÿon the move.
You'll eat and sleep in the saddle.
ÿÿÿMaybe you'll cuss the day ÿÿÿyou signed on, ÿbut we're going across.
Any man who thinks different can draw his time right now.
Only a fool would cut straight across in this time of weather.
- Not only that - Draw your time, get your gear, get out! Anybody else want to go with him? I don't like to rabbit out on you, Mr.
Favor, but it wasn't just cows that died out there with Jed.
It was men too.
I reckon I'll draw my time and string along with Bates.
How about you, Jed? ÿWell, I signed on, Mr.
Favor, ÿand I'll stay on.
Want to be an eyewitness if I lose the herd? I'll stay on.
Rowdy, get the cash box.
Pay those three off.
ÿÿSee that they're ÿÿout of camp tonight.
Mr.
Favor's sure set in his ways ÿÿÿeven when he's wrong.
Who says he's wrong? ÿI say he's wrong taking ÿus through this way.
ÿAnd he's wrong thinking ÿold Jed would give him ÿbum advice because he wants to see this herd lost.
Look, Mr.
Favor knows more about taking a herd through than you'll ever know, Pete.
Even if that's right, Rowdy, it ain't for you to say it.
I'll say what I want to you or anyone else around here.
It's time you started wearing it, Billy.
ÿÿÿMy name's Johnny.
ÿÿJohnny Camber.
It's been a long while, but I had to make sure you were Billy Carter before I killed you.
I told you, my name's Johnny Camber.
ÿÿÿNow I'll tell you ÿÿÿsomething else.
ÿÿKeep away from me.
ÿAll right, Billy ÿfor now.
I just wanted you to know I knew.
ÿBeen looking for you, boss.
- Any trouble? - No, it's just that I don't understand about us driving across here, even though the old man did say you'd have a chance.
Bet Bates was right about the old man.
I think he was egging me on just because misery needs company.
Yeah, but you're risking the herd just to save a few days.
Look, Rowdy, the price of beef jumps up and down according to supply.
Now, you've got to reach the market at a time when the price is high enough to make the drive worthwhile.
Yeah, well Well, why don't you say that to Pete and the others? ÿÿWhy do you just I can't stop to give a lecture every time I wanna do something.
They ought to figure it out themselves.
So should you.
You'd better turn in.
We've got a long day's work ahead of us tomorrow.
ÿÿYeah.
'Night.
ÿ ÿÿÿWishbone, move your wagon ÿÿÿup ahead near the point.
ÿÿWe're not stopping ÿÿfor chow.
Fix what you can, we'll ride in, grab it on the run.
Won't wait long, Billy.
Ho.
All right, get back and dig out one of them hams and a couple of loaves of bread.
I'm drier than one of those Indian mummies.
One dipper to a man till we get to some water.
Mr.
Favor's orders.
ÿÿWhy, you old goat.
You just love giving orders, don't you? ÿÿOh, lay off, Rowdy.
Now, what do you got to shoot your mouth off about? ÿÿÿFine job of trail guiding ÿÿÿyou've been doing.
ÿMr.
Favor's choosing, ÿnot mine.
ÿNot the way ÿI see it.
You left him in a hole by not choosing back there at Three Corners, ÿÿÿbefore we started ÿÿÿthe dry plains.
Coming from a kid still wet behind the ears, - I'm going to let that pass.
- Don't do me any favors, Pete.
ÿÿÿI can take care of myself ÿÿÿwith you or any other man ÿÿÿon this crew.
Pete.
Mr.
Favor wants you.
You wanted me? ÿÿHow far ahead ÿÿdo you make the water? ÿÿAbout eight miles.
ÿÿI think it's too far, ÿÿthe shape this herd is in.
I asked how far, ÿnot what you thought.
Keep 'em moving another two, three miles, then circle 'em in.
Should reach that water tomorrow.
ÿÿÿYes, sir.
ÿÿWhere's the sugar, ÿÿWishbone? Ain't got none.
ÿÿThought you, uh, ÿÿchecked out your supplies.
Well, I did.
I counted a sack of beans instead of sugar.
Doing without sweets ain't gonna kill none of this hard-rock outfit.
ÿÿIf you did your job right, ÿÿwe wouldn't have to do ÿÿwithout anything.
Well, that was my fault, Mr.
Favor.
ÿI thought it was sugar.
ÿI don't care ÿwhose fault it was! ÿStill no sugar, ÿand no excuse ÿfor not having any.
Boy, I tell you, this outfit's falling apart, and I ain't gonna take much more of it.
ÿÿ ÿÿ ÿÿWhoever told you pikers ÿÿyou knew how to play poker? ÿÿMaybe it's the way you play.
Maybe you're just a poor loser.
ÿÿÿIt's better ÿÿÿthan being a poor winner.
ÿÿ- Or a crooked one.
ÿÿ- Now, listen, Clark, get off my back and stay off.
I'm getting tired of you and your cracks.
ÿÿÿMyers! Clark! ÿÿÿOne more shindig like this ÿÿÿand you're both through.
ÿÿÿMyers, you're late ÿÿÿfor your trick at night herd.
No dirty cheat's gonna draw a pig-sticker on me and get away with ÿI said that's enough! ÿÿÿ Oughta have some music.
Might make things seem a little better.
Shut up that caterwauling! ÿÿJust trying to help.
ÿYou all know that Myers ÿis a thief and a cheat.
ÿÿMr.
Favor had no right ÿÿtaking up for him.
You got no call to say that, Clark.
Mr.
Favor didn't take up for anyone.
ÿWell, it seemed ÿthat way to me.
ÿÿÿAnd you're a poor one ÿÿÿto talk.
ÿÿÿHe tried to steal ÿÿÿfrom you too.
You don't know that any more than I do.
ÿÿHalf the men in this crew ÿÿare missing stuff ÿÿfrom their gear and we all know who's taking it.
There's nothing lower than a trail-camp thief.
ÿÿÿThere's one thing.
ÿÿÿA woman-killer ÿÿÿlike Billy Carter.
ÿMaybe some of you heard ÿof Billy Carter.
ÿÿFast gun with ten notches.
ÿI keep wondering ÿif he cut another one for the girl he killed, my daughter, Jenny.
She was just 18 when she ran off with young Billy Carter.
ÿÿÿI wasn't home when ÿÿÿhe rode up for a job.
ÿÿI hired on with a herd ÿÿon the Goodnight-Loving Trail.
ÿWhen I got back, ÿshe was gone with him, ÿÿÿand I went after him.
ÿÿWhen I caught up with him, ÿÿJenny was dead.
Killed by a bullet meant for Billy Carter.
ÿShe was going to have ÿhis baby when she died.
I've been looking for Billy Carter ever since.
ÿÿÿHow's the cattle? Little restless.
ÿÿSay, boss.
Yeah? ÿÿÿWhat are you gonna do ÿÿÿabout the trouble ÿÿbetween Talby ÿÿand Johnny Camber? DoWhat do you expect me to do? I can't wipe the nose of every man in this outfit.
I think Johnny Camber's who he says he is.
ÿYou do? Yes, I do.
ÿÿÿOh ÿWell, I'm sorry I bothered you.
Nothing but loose dirt out here.
Make digging a grave real easy.
Water hole just past that swale-back ridge.
No graze, though, and we'll have to water them in bunches, there's only room for about 50 head at a time.
ÿÿRight.
Say, Pete, about yesterday, well, I ÿI didn't mean to be ÿso sharp with you, I, uh You don't owe me no apology, Mr.
Favor, you're the boss.
Ride back to Quince and Scarlet.
ÿÿTell them to slow up ÿÿthe main body of the herd.
ÿÿI'll send the point in ÿÿto water first.
ÿÿRowdy! Break off ÿÿthe first 50 head.
ÿPete says there's water ÿbeyond that rise.
Take them in, let them drink, move them out for the next bunch to get in.
Right.
Johnny! ÿSlow 'em down.
ÿBreak 'em in bunches of 50.
ÿÿÿ ÿÿÿHey, get 'em out of here! ÿÿÿGet back! ÿÿÿBad water! ÿÿGet 'em out of here! ÿÿÿ ÿÿÿ ÿÿ ÿÿMr.
Favor! ÿÿ- What's wrong now? ÿÿ- Poisoned water.
ÿÿI just saw it in time.
ÿÿIt's all full of bones ÿof birds and animals ÿthat drunk it and died.
ÿÿÿYou sure? ÿÿWell, take a look ÿÿfor yourself! ÿScarlet, turn the others back.
ÿÿThey haven't smelled ÿÿthe water yet.
ÿGet 'em back beyond the rise.
ÿWe'll join up later.
Straight poison.
You knew about this, didn't you, Jed? It wasn't poison when I got my herd here, Mr.
Favor.
It wasn't? It was bone dry.
I should've turned back and didn't.
All right, let's get back to the herd.
You'd have gotten a big laugh out of this if I'd have taken a drink of that, wouldn't you, Pete? ÿÿRowdy, lay off me.
ÿÿI'm not going ÿÿto tell you again.
All right, break it up.
ÿ- Why, you young ÿ- Let him up, Jed.
He's been askin' this for a long time.
ÿStay out of it, ÿMr.
Favor.
What's the matter with you? With both of you? ÿÿÿBoss, I didn't mean to That's the trouble with this outfit, nobody means to, it just happens.
Where do you figure on stopping? ÿÿÿI don't.
ÿÿÿKeep them moving.
Yeah, but only, without water There's none out here for them.
Moon's up.
Must be after midnight.
Mr.
Favor, Pete sent me back.
There's water up ahead.
There ain't much of it, and it ain't fit for humans, but it'll keep the cattle from choking on their tongues.
How far? About a mile and a half, no more.
ÿAll right, ÿwe'll try to make it.
Get back to Wishbone.
Have him move the wagon up ahead.
ÿÿI want coffee and sandwiches ÿÿwaiting when we bring ÿÿthe herd in.
Wake up, you no good ÿÿÿThe men will be in ÿÿÿin a few minutes.
ÿÿÿWishbone.
Now what? Look at this bread.
What's the matter with it? It's hard as a board.
Can't you even bake bread? What with driving day after day, every day, and now night after night, when do I have a chance? I warned you, if you can't handle the job right Then say I can't.
Get yourself a new cook, Mr.
Favor.
I'm done! Gee, Mr.
Favor, you think he means it? ÿÿÿMushy, you're ÿÿÿthe new cook.
The men will want those sandwiches in five minutes.
ÿWhat's the matter ÿwith you, Wishbone? Get away from me.
Go on, leave me alone.
ÿI asked you.
ÿWhat's the matter with you? ÿÿÿWhat's the matter with me? What's the matter with everybody around here? ÿÿÿWhat's the matter ÿÿÿwith Mr.
Favor? What's the matter with you? Well, I mean quitting like this.
You know Mushy hasn't got the brains to eat the food, let alone cook it.
Oh, so now my cooking's getting good, is it? ÿÿWell, you can just durn well ÿÿthrive on the memory of it, because it's the last of it you'll ever get.
ÿÿWhy, you old coot! Don't you call me an old coot, you whelp! ÿÿÿI don't give a hang ÿÿÿabout your lousy cooking.
I don't give a hang about what you give a hang about.
Now, you get out of here before I Before you what? Before I blast that whelp face of yours right out from under your hat.
You see what I mean now? What's what you mean? You you're pointing that gun at me.
You want to fire it, don't you? ÿÿÿYou're mighty well told, ÿÿÿI want to fire it.
ÿNow you get away from me ÿbefore I blast your Yeah, I guess I see what you mean.
ÿÿÿDo you, Wish? Well, I'm not so sure I do.
ÿAll I know is, ÿa couple days back, ÿyou wouldn't have poked ÿa gun in my face ÿÿno matter how sore ÿÿyou got at me.
Something just seems to have happened.
ÿEverybody's at ÿeverybody else's throat ÿlike a pack of bobcats.
Everybody thinks everybody else is wrong, too.
ÿI sure wish I knew why.
ÿÿWell, there's certain times, ÿÿI guess, when everything's got to go wrong.
All wrong.
I don't know, maybe it's the heat.
ÿAw, we've we've been ÿthrough heat before.
Well, maybe it's Mr.
Favor goin' across the dry plains when he shoulda gone around.
ÿNow who says ÿhe shoulda gone around? I say.
ÿÿÿWell, who are you to say? You're not helping him move any, ÿÿquittin' him when ÿÿhe needs you the most.
You think you're being his little helper, pickin' a fight with Myers over some cockleburs? And driving at Pete just because you think he was wrong for not warning Mr.
Favor sooner? - Pete was wrong.
- Who says he was wrong? - I say he's wrong.
- Who are you to say? ÿÿWell, I'll show you, ÿÿyou lice-bitten old coot.
Why, you get out of here before I blast that sniveling whelp face of yours right off of this wagon.
I Where's my watch, you lowdown thieving coyote? I don't know what you're talking about.
ÿClark's dead.
Rowdy, tell Mr.
Favor I'll be back.
If I don't ÿÿQuince, you and Kyle ÿÿtake care of him.
ÿÿÿAnd Joe, go get Mr.
Favor, ÿÿÿwill you? ÿÿWhose gear is this? Johnny Camber's.
ÿÿÿWell, clean it up.
Mushy, help him get this gear cleaned up.
ÿHope Jed catches up ÿwith that dirty ÿmurdering thief.
You setting yourself up as judge and jury? ÿÿÿI caught up with him.
He might have been real quick with a knife, but he wasn't very fast with a gun.
ÿÿClark had him figured right, ÿÿMr.
Favor.
Most anything belonging to anybody in this camp ÿÿÿworth more than a quarter, ÿÿÿright here.
Isn't this your razor, Mr.
Favor? ÿÿHey, Mushy, your ÿÿcoffee's boiling over.
ÿÿThanks, Mr.
Rowdy.
I ain't got the hang of everything yet.
Is Wishbone still holding his grouch? Oh, he's lying in there, looking up at nothing.
ÿÿHe didn't even cuss me out ÿÿthis morning.
I been thinking, wishing things was back the way they was.
ÿWell, you ain't the only one.
I got a hunch they're gonna get worse.
Next to this, that poison spring would taste good.
ÿÿÿIt might at that, ÿÿÿMr.
Rowdy.
I've waited a long time, Billy, ÿÿÿbut I had to be sure.
All right, Talby.
Get your gun, Billy.
Talby, I told you his name is Johnny Camber.
You can settle what's between you when you leave the crew.
ÿÿÿNo, Mr.
Favor, I'm sorry, ÿÿbut it's got to be ÿÿsettled now.
ÿI've waited too long ÿto let you or anybody ÿelse cheat me.
I'm not going to have any more trouble in this camp.
ÿÿÿYou won't stop me, Mr.
Favor.
ÿÿYou can't.
Billy Carter stole my daughter, my only child, and afterwards he killed her just as if he pointed the gun hisself.
ÿÿWhy, I'll kill him ÿÿwith my bare hands ÿÿif I have to.
ÿÿ- Easy, Talby.
Give him his gun.
There's no use in letting it hang fire.
We can end it right now.
What chance would he have against you, Billy Carter, with ten notches on your gun? ÿStay out of it, Pete.
Is what Talby said true, Johnny? ÿÿÿI'm Billy Carter.
ÿÿÿNow give him his gun.
No.
ÿÿHe won't need one now.
ÿIf this is the way ÿyou want it, Mr.
Favor, I guess it has to be all right with me.
ÿÿHe wanted you to kill him.
ÿÿHis gun ain't loaded.
ÿÿWhy? Going on this way, thinking about her every hour of every day seeing her face every time I close my eyes.
He found her picture, but he didn't find this.
Marriage license.
You and Jenny.
Why didn't you tell me? ÿÿWhy should I let you think ÿÿyour daughter's name ÿÿwas Mrs.
Billy Carter? ÿÿIt's all over.
ÿÿThe day we got married ÿÿÿI let her throw away ÿÿÿevery shell I had for my gun.
ÿÿÿAnd I swore I'd never ÿÿÿbuy any more.
ÿÿÿI never have.
But the way she died ÿÿÿWe'd just found out ÿÿÿshe was going to have a baby.
She was so happy ÿbecause I'd just told her ÿwe were going back to tell you.
But a drunken gunslinger recognized me ÿand drew on me.
Jenny jumped between us.
ÿÿÿShe died there in the street, ÿ look ÿlooking up at me.
ÿÿÿ All right, so I was wrong about Myers, and Johnny, too.
I got no ownership papers saying I always got to be right.
It's over and done with.
I want the herd headed up and moving out in 15 minutes.
ÿÿÿMr.
Favor.
ÿÿSome of us haven't had ÿÿa chance to eat yet, ÿno rest and not ÿa decent meal for days.
ÿÿYou think you can keep ÿÿpushing men like that, ÿÿyou're wrong a third time.
I said I wanted that herd moving in 15 minutes.
ÿÿÿThen you can move ÿÿÿthem yourself.
ÿÿMidway Valley's not ÿÿover four hours' drive ÿÿfrom here.
There's enough grass there to rest the herd.
ÿYou don't need a scout.
ÿYou don't need anybody.
Anybody else feels the same way as Pete, they can ride out with him.
You're all a bunch of yellow quitters.
ÿÿHow about you, Jed? Well, I signed on to help get these cows through.
Now, I had a herd quit me once, but I never quit a herd.
I'm staying, Mr.
Favor.
ÿÿTalby, is Johnny able to ride? You say, Talby.
He can ride enough to help.
We're staying.
Rowdy, get the cash box, pay them off.
Then let's get these beeves on the move.
Mushy, you've got your wish, as of right now you're a working cowhand.
All right, let's get our gear and get out of here.
ÿÿ Well, I never thought Pete'd quit.
Scarlet or Quince either.
ÿWhat is it? Dry.
Dry as a bone.
Well, Midway Valley is just over that rise.
Keep 'em moving! ÿÿMidway Valley.
What sun and dust can do in a few days.
One thing a trail boss needs is good judgment.
I was wrong about Myers, Johnny, Jed.
Now it looks like I've been wrong thinking I could get this outfit across the dry plains.
ÿÿÿThe way I see it, ÿa man takes on a job, ÿhe ought to see it through, no matter how much he don't like it or how much it costs him.
ÿÿÿShould we try turning ÿÿÿthe herd, boss? Nothing behind them.
It's too late to turn back.
As you might guess, there's no water.
As far as I know, there's no chance of finding any water between here and the end of the dry plains.
Am I right, Jed? That's right, Mr.
Favor.
That means at least three, four more days with the cattle.
If we had enough hands, we could force the cattle across, but ÿwith only us, I don't I don't need to tell you.
Can't be done.
All you have to do is look at them.
ÿÿOh this is going to be ÿÿkind of hard to say.
I know what you're thinking, Mr.
Favor.
Don't say it.
I guess I know, too.
He's the boss, let him say it.
ÿÿÿNo, that's just the point.
ÿI don't have the right ÿto be boss any longer.
ÿÿI'm afraid I've proved that.
All the other hands realized it and left.
For staying with me thanks.
Now, I don't see how anybody could be quite as wrong as I was, still give an order and expect to have it carried out, but that's just what I'm going to do.
I'm giving you one last order ÿand I still expect ÿto have it carried out.
ÿÿI want you all ÿÿto move out ÿÿon your own, get through as best you can.
Without you? ÿÿÿLack of water can kill you ÿÿjust as quick as it can kill ÿÿthe steers.
ÿÿÿWhat do you plan on doing? ÿÿStaying out here ÿÿwith these lousy cows? ÿÿÿI don't know much ÿÿÿabout droving, Mr.
Favor, but if you're trying to get rid of us That's what he's trying to do, son.
Oh, now, it's time somebody begun to talk sense around here.
That's enough, Wishbone.
No, it's not, Mr.
Favor.
ÿI told you to move on, ÿall of you! That's an order! ÿÿYou trying to get rid of us 'cause you don't want us to sit out here ÿÿÿand watch the cattle drop? What do I have to do to get rid of you? ÿDon't you understand ÿthere's no water here? Not only for the herd, there's none for you either.
Now, you can get through if you're not tied down with the cattle.
So start moving out now.
Look, I have to watch my herd, but there's nothing says I got to watch you.
Now, get out of my sight, all of you! I ain't got any place to go, Mr.
Favor.
Me neither.
ÿÿÿWe can do without water ÿÿÿfor a couple days.
ÿÿI ain't a bit thirsty, ÿÿMr.
Favor.
There, you see, Mr.
Favor? You see? ÿÿYou stup ÿÿÿ ÿWell, what are you all ÿstanding around for? Let's see if we can get these lousy cows back on their feet.
ÿÿÿMr.
Favor, out there.
ÿÿWe got lost.
You got lost? ÿÿÿYeah, I ÿÿÿIt's rough out there.
ÿÿÿPete, Scarlet and me, we couldn't find our way.
We didn't know which way to go.
ÿÿWe sort of ÿÿmiscalculated, ÿÿMr.
Favor.
- It was a small mistake.
- Natural thing, making mistakes.
We figured if you'd sort of let us stroll along with you we wouldn't make no more mistakes.
ÿ- What did you find up ahead? ÿ- We found some water and the grass is a lot better on the other side of the valley.
You'd be wanting to take them straight through? ÿÿÿYeah, Pete, straight through.
ÿWell, Rowdy, you gonna stand ÿaround up here all day or you gonna earn your pay? ÿÿÿNever thought I'd be ÿÿÿglad to see you, ÿÿÿyou old brush popper.
ÿHyah! ÿÿWhat else would you expect ÿÿa crew like yours to do, ÿÿMr.
Favor? ÿYou had the right hunch ÿall the time.
ÿÿÿLooks like you're ÿÿÿgonna make it.
We'llmake it, Jed.
ÿÿÿ ÿRollin', rollin', rollin', ÿrollin', rollin', rollin'? ÿÿKeep rollin', ÿÿrollin', rollin'? ÿThough the streams ÿare swollen? ÿKeep them dogies rollin'? ÿÿRawhide? Through rain and wind and weather? ÿÿÿHell-bent for leather? ÿÿÿWishin' my gal ÿÿÿwas by my side? ÿÿÿAll the things ÿÿÿI'm missin'? ÿÿGood vittles, ÿÿlove and kissin'? Are waiting at the end of my ride? ÿÿMove 'em on, head 'em up, ÿÿhead 'em up, move 'em on? Move 'em on, head 'em up, rawhide? ÿÿCut 'em out, ride 'em in, ÿÿride 'em in, let 'em out? ÿCut 'em out, ride 'em in? ÿÿRawhide? ÿRollin', rollin', rollin'? ÿÿÿ- Hyah! ÿÿÿ- ÿÿ- Hyah! ÿÿ- ÿRollin', rollin', rollin', ÿrollin', rollin', rollin'? ÿRollin', rollin', rollin'? ÿ