Rawhide (1959) s04e09 Episode Script

Hyah! Rollin', rollin', rollin' Rollin', rollin', rollin' Keep movin', movin', movin' Though they're disapprovin' Keep them dogies movin' Rawhide Don't try to understand 'em Just rope and throw and brand 'em Soon we'll be living 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! Where's the smith? One moment.
Yep.
Hmm? Never mind.
I'm looking for a man named Favor.
He's in charge of the herd west of town.
His ramrod said he headed this way to have his horse shod.
All right.
Well, you seen him? Tall, handsome looking fella about 30 riding a chestnut.
Yes.
That's his horse.
Where's he? Gone.
I can see he's gone, but do you know where? - Nope.
- Or when he's do back? - Nope.
- Excuse me.
I wonder if you can tell me something.
I'm new around here.
Where would a man be adept to pick up mail in a town like this? - Mister, I'm in a great hurry.
- Sorry.
Sorry.
Mister? Gwynn.
G-W-Y-double N.
Two N's.
Mr.
Gwynn, why did you ask about the mail? Because that's where your friend says he was going.
Yes.
I brought my wagon in here to be repaired.
And we exchange a word or two about the route North.
See, my wife, my partner, and I are on our way to the west coast.
And we thought it might be better to go up and over rather than down and under.
Oh, then he's He suggested to take the Abilene trail to one of the cross routes.
Then he's at the stagecoach office now? Hmm? That's where the mail comes in for the drovers and his crew.
Oh, is it? Is it? That's interesting.
Well, thank you very much, Mr.
Gwynn.
And thank you, mister, for all your help.
All right.
Ooh.
Mr.
Gilmore! Ah, Mr.
Favor.
Thank the Lord I found you.
Thought you was in San Anton'.
I have to talk to you.
I've been riding for four days.
Come down this way.
What's this all about? You've known me for a long time, Mr.
Favor.
Yeah.
You know I'm not some old woman who jumps at every shadow that crosses her path.
I've bred cattle in San Anton' for 20 years.
When I turn over a herd to a trail boss like you, I usually rest easy from then on.
I'm not the kind that interferes for no reason.
I know.
I know.
Well, this time I got a reason.
My My brother is just back from the east.
And there's a panic brewing, a bad one.
How bad? Banks closing.
Market down.
It hasn't hit Abilene yet, but it will.
Mr.
Favor, I have to get a good price for my beef this year.
I'm in debt up to my neck.
If the panic beat you to Abilene Pssh.
It's all over.
You'll be lucky if you could sell 'em for tallow.
I make it 8 miles a day.
I might be able to push it to 12.
Not good enough.
You'll have to cut at least I know it sounds impossible, but it'll break me if you don't.
You owe it.
Not only to me, but all the other ranchers whose beef you're driving.
There ain't any other ranchers.
Outside of your 700 head, the rest of the herd belongs to me and my crew.
Belongs to you? Yeah, they're scrub cattle, wild stuff we pulled out of the bush.
You're in the same fix I am.
Worse.
It'd take a miracle.
These men are machines.
Machines don't perform miracles.
Sometimes men can.
Let's hope so.
I'll send you a telegraph when we get to Abilene.
Thank you, Mr.
Favor.
Thank you.
Of course you wouldn't mention the panic.
If one word of that got out, if so much as one drover whispered to one friend Well, these men own a piece of the herd.
They got a right to know about it.
Maybe.
But it'll be for their own good.
If the panic leaked out, they'd all suffer.
The drive would be for nothing.
Be awful rough pushing them that hard without telling them about it.
Well, it's in your hands, Mr.
Favor.
Yeah.
I'm not a religious man, but I'll sure be praying for that drive.
Everything settled, Mr.
Favor? No Oh, yeah, everything.
How much is that fee? $4.
00 even.
Hey, mister, you forgot your change.
The West, it's a fascinating part of the country.
There's no place to go, but everybody's a hurry to get there.
You know, back where I just came from, Portland, Maine, people take after the ocean.
They move just about as fast as the tides do.
They're mainly fisherman, you know, down there.
Don't envy them.
Oh, there's nothing more fascinating than the ocean or more interesting than fish.
For example, you take this alosa praestabills.
Shad, that is.
What's that? I just told you shad.
You've heard of shad, haven't you? Yeah, but what are you doing with it? I'm a pisiculturist.
I breed fish.
I'm taking this shad on to San Francisco.
Mr.
Gwynn, you may not know it, but they got more fish in San Francisco than you can shake a stick at.
Not this kind of fish, Mr.
Barry.
Does that matter? Well, it matters to some.
The San Francisco Culinary Association is willing to pay a nice prize to the first man who can start shad running in the Sacramento and San Joaquin.
Oh, there's money involved.
Well, that makes more sense.
Why? Why? Well, no man is gonna travel clear across the country just for love.
Oh, men have traveled a lot farther than that for love.
They traveled across oceans when they thought they might fall right off the other side.
And some day they'll travel to the stars.
With a bottle full of shad fry? I wonder.
Maybe.
In the meantime, if we could put this in the Pacific, there's no end of where the others might go.
There's food for China, for India.
Ooh.
You all right, Mr.
Gwynn? Well, it's so cold.
Cold? No, sir.
Well, I need to get back to the hotel.
I've got some quinine.
Fever? Yes, I picked it up on the boat.
The doctor wanted me to turn right back.
I'd sooner cut off my right arm.
You know how many fish we started with? There were 15,000.
And every time one dies is a day off my life.
There was oil in the water.
Do you think a little fever is going to turn me back when the Almighty Himself can't? No, sir.
Here you are, Mr.
Gwynn.
Thank you.
Mmm.
Feel a little better? I believe I do, yes.
Why don't you sit down? I'll have your wagon ready for you in 15 minutes.
I think I better get back to my room now.
Now, you take good care of those fish if that's all you have left.
Oh, no.
This is just a control bottle for observation.
We still have two full cans left.
My wife and partner are watching over them.
Shad in California.
And I won't forget that you helped me put them there.
Paul, don't.
Tom might Oh, forget Tom.
- Suppose he walks in.
- Well, suppose he did? He wouldn't even notice us unless we grew gills.
I don't want to hurt him, Paul.
So why did you come on this trip? To be with him? - Oh, you know better than that.
- All right, relax, then.
Look, when we get to San Francisco, when we pick up the prize, it'll just be the two of us and $10,000.
Now, you think about that.
Just the two of us.
You know you left the door locked? No, really? Well, the wagon's almost ready.
- What's a matter? - Fish! You left the can in the sun.
They're all dead.
Everyone of them.
Well, Tom, these are all right.
What happened? Well, I don't know.
I guess I forgot to check.
You forgot? Well, we've still go a thousand left.
And have the trip still to go.
Oh, we'll make it.
We'll make it.
Yeah, we're gonna make it, but you won't be with us.
- Why, now, Tom, that's - No, he won't! If this the first time he'd been negligent, it'd be different.
But he's made mistakes like this ever since we left Portland.
We can't watch these cans every second.
I know we can't! That's how we lost so many of them! Go on, get out.
Get out! I'm still your partner, Tom.
Don't worry, you'll get your share of the prize money when I get back.
But I'm going out alone.
You pathetic old fool.
You wouldn't have a chance without me to hitch your team, drive your wagon.
Go on, get out before I kill you.
I'm sorry, Tom.
I can't wait around for you.
You might decide to stay in San Francisco.
- And what would happen to me? - I wouldn't cheat you.
Just the same.
If we're gonna separate, - I'll take the shad to San Francisco.
- Put it down.
Put it down, I tell you.
Put it down.
He's hurt.
Send for a doctor.
He's all right.
He'll come to in a minute.
Well, I'm sorry you had to see that Elizabeth.
But we're rid of him now.
Can you bring the suitcase.
No.
I'll come back for it.
I mean I'm not going with you.
Not going with me? I know it's been a hard trip.
Oh, Tom, for heaven's sake.
It's more than that.
What? No, you couldn't have guessed.
Not you.
I've loved Paul ever since he started to work for you, Tom.
And he loves me.
I'm leaving you.
Can't you understand? I don't believe it, Elizabeth.
You love Paul? Well, it's not all my fault.
A woman can't play second fiddle to fish all her life.
And that's all you really care about, your precious fish.
That's not true, Elizabeth.
You can remember the spawning date of a white striped bass, but never my birthday.
I'm 34, Tom.
And before it's too late, I want to be needed by someone.
I want to be treated like a woman.
I want to feel like a woman.
Sorry.
Sorry you don't love me, Elizabeth.
I loved you.
Pete, you know you know what the miserable thing is about this business? What's that? Oh, it's the pressure.
You know, the busy, busy all the time.
Man never gets a chance to take it easy.
It does get kind of miserable.
Things are so bad, Mr.
Nolan.
I mean, here we are.
Mushy! Yes, Mr.
Wishbone.
Isn't time you had a bath? Well, I had one the month before last.
Cleanliness is next to Godliness.
Now come on in here.
I see what you mean.
Hi, boss.
Get the mail? Here.
Don't strain yourself.
- How was town? - Hot.
Say, did the fella named Gilmore get in touch with you? He came riding in here like his horse was on fire.
Boss, did you hear what I said? Oh, yeah, yeah.
He found me.
Nothing important.
Pete, what's the shortest route to the Kansas border? This trail.
No shortcuts? Yeah, there's one.
Takes off from a trading post called Three Forks.
How much time would it save? Five days.
Five days? How come it isn't used more? No wells.
If the creek's dry, you got 100 miles without water.
Why? What's on your mind? We take it.
Rowdy, roust the men up.
Hey, we're not in that much of a hurry.
Besides, what happens if there's no water there? If it's that bad, we can always turn back.
Get them out of that lake.
They've been loafing around too much.
All right, come on, let's move out.
Wishbone, get out of there.
I wished I felt as cool as you looked.
Well, my head's swimming, too, you know? That It's hot here.
l I better hitch up those horses.
Come back! Where are you going? Mr.
Favor! He still alive? Burning up with a fever or something.
I wonder who he is.
Name's Gwynn.
He was in the blacksmith shop in Canfield.
We better get him to Wishbone.
I'll go round up his horses.
- Be quick about it.
- Right.
Paul.
Paul.
Paul, take care of my fish.
I got so far to go.
All the way to China to the stars.
The stars.
So far.
So far.
Where my fish? My fish? Just simmer down.
Simmer down.
They're right here.
Here.
Here your fish.
Oh.
Uh, are they Yes, right here.
Where, uh Now, you're with the Gil Favor cattle drive, and I'm the cook, G.
W.
Wishbone.
My name's Gwynn.
Two N's.
Yeah, I know.
- How? - Well, you told me.
I did? Oh, you talked a blue streak.
I could hardly shut you up.
As a matter of fact, maybe you talked a little too much.
About Elizabeth? Yeah.
Did, uh, everybody hear me? Yeah.
Well, here.
As long as you're awake, you might as well take some of this.
- What is it? - Never mind.
You just take it.
It's my own secret recipe.
It's good for everything from hangnails to lead poisoning.
Now you just take it.
Ecch! I bet you feel better already, don't you? No.
But you will.
Evening, Mr.
Gwynn.
Fish all right? How you feeling? Oh, this is Rowdy Yates and Pete Nolans.
They're the ones pulled you out of the water.
Mr.
Yates, what can I say? Not a thing.
Anybody would've done it.
Besides, you're not the one that really gave us trouble.
- It was these little jaspers.
- Why? Well, the point is we didn't find 'em.
We found your horse and your wagon and everything, but when you were talking about fish, we thought maybe you were meaning a stream or something.
That was until you mentioned the can.
That's strange.
I don't remember any of that.
I do.
Once they brought 'em in, you had me changing the water on 'em every two hours.
Just like taking care of a bunch of little children.
They are children.
That's That's a good comparison.
Special, unique children.
What makes 'em so special? A fish is a fish, ain't it? Are you an angler, sir? You bet your life I am.
Ever catch a shad? If it swims, I've caught it.
Well, I don't mean to argue with you, but, uh, unless you've lived in the east, you never even seen a shad.
They don't exist out here.
You kept talking about wanting to dump 'em in the Sacramento River.
Yep.
Well, I don't hold with that.
If nature wanted 'em in the Sacramento, she'd have put 'em there.
Well, she didn't put cows in Texas, Mr.
Wishbone.
He's got you there.
I guess if those Spaniards hadn't have ferried that first longhorn over here, we'd none of us be here.
Well, it took more than one.
See, a new land like this needs all the sources of cheap food it can possibly acquire all the cattle and all the wheat and the fruit and fishes anything and everything that'll bring settlers, business and growth.
Them little devils sure carrying a load on their shoulder, ain't they? Yeah, how do you know that these shad are gonna take to the Sacramento River? I don't.
They're frail, like all babies.
If they get the wrong food, they die.
If the water temperature gets to 80 degrees, they die.
If they get frightened or cold or too crowded, they die.
I expected to lose 70%% % by the end of the trip.
I've lost almost 90.
There's a chill in the air tonight.
Say, Rowdy, maybe we better wrap a saddle blanket around 'em little fellers Why, you lop-eared numbskull, they like a little chill in the air.
Here, now take your hands offa those! You're scaring 'em half to death.
You're the one that's scaring 'em.
I am not! They like me.
Sure they do.
Watch them kind of twisting and turning and blowing kisses at him.
Rowdy! Huh? Yeah? I thought I said I wanted to be out of here by sunup.
- Yeah? - So it's past midnight.
Well, we were just So turn in, all of you.
You'll be no good to me in the morning half-dead! It's my fault, Mr.
Favor.
I got to talking.
Incidentally, I want to thank you for taking me in like this.
Just try and remember, Mr.
Gwynn, this is a cattle drive, not a picnic.
Pete, check ahead tomorrow.
See if they know about water past Three Forks.
We should be pulling into the trading post about mid-afternoon.
Wishbone, how are you on supplies? I could use some salt.
You ride on ahead, too, then.
Get the wagon loaded before the herd gets there.
I don't want to spend any more time in town than absolutely necessary.
He'll make that trading post by mid-afternoon.
That's 23 miles.
Those beeves are gonna be skin and bone by the time we've gotten them anywhere.
Who cares about cattle and cowboys? These little fish are the only things that matter.
You don't suppose we ought to give them a blanket? Oh, I don't think so, Mr.
Wishbone.
Wishbone, I've seen you try to mother everything else.
I guess a shad fish is no funnier than a little doggy.
Now, don't get upset.
He's just jealous because they like you better than him.
Good night, Mr.
Gwynn.
How you feeling? Sleepy.
Oh, that's good.
Means the worse part's over.
Yeah.
The worse part's over now.
Oh, what are you doing? What does it look like? The doctor said you should stay in bed at least another week with a concussion like that.
That broken-down quack wouldn't know the difference between a concussion and a stubbed toe.
Where's that money Tom left? In the dresser.
Well, there's not much just enough for a couple of horses.
Horses? What do we need with horses? We can take the stage back to Galveston.
We're not going to Galveston.
Paul It's got to be this way, and you know it.
He's got $10,000 worth of fish that belong to me.
Well, in a sense, I belong to him, too.
All right, then, I want it all you and the money.
And what? The chance to hit him back? Maybe kill him? Paul, let's go home.
We will, we will from San Francisco.
- Paul, please - All right, all right! Look, you do as you like! You go home, you stay here, or you come with me.
It's all the same.
It really doesn't matter.
Paul, I'm going with you.
Sure you don't want me to take over, Mr.
Gwynn? Mr.
Wishbone said I should if you was feeling poorly.
It's a cattle drive, Mushy, not a rest home.
Yep.
I'm fine.
Yes, sir.
What's the temperature now? Huh? Go on! Whoa! Whoa! What's the trouble? The sun's too hot.
The fish can't stand it.
What we need is some ice.
Oh, that's a bright, helpful suggestion.
Just where would you suppose we're gonna get some? I have no idea in the world.
I thought you were supposed to be up at Three Forks.
What's a couple minutes one way or the other? We'll be on up there when we get finished here.
I wouldn't rest here too long, Mr.
Gwynn.
The boss is on the warpath again.
Quince? Oh What in the name of creation are you doing? Oh, Wishbone said the fish need some food, Mr.
Favor.
He said what? Yeah, I was just gathering up some Get back to work! What about the fish? Get back to work or I'll break your back! Who are you yelling at? What is the matter with everybody? They gone crazy over those fish? Oh, well, maybe they need a break.
They or you? Maybe we all do.
You're running this drive like it's a shakedown drive and we've been through all that before.
These beeves are trail broken and so are the men.
We're doing the best we can.
Well, it ain't good enough.
I'll tell you one thing, Rowdy.
I don't mind working like a dog, but I'll be danged if I'm going to be treated like one.
Well, he's got a lot on his mind, Jim.
Yeah, well, so do I.
Now what do you want? Mr.
Gwynn said I could feed them.
With what? Sourdough biscuits and hominy grit? Oh, I got something better than that.
Who's gonna eat who? Well, you got to give them something big, Mr.
Wishbone.
The reason they're so small is they keep feeding them the little bugs, and they're so small their stomach can't even see them.
And Mr.
Gwynn says they'll be 8 or 10 pounds if you feed them enough.
Aah! There's plenty of time.
I like them better when they're little.
But 8-, 10-pound fish is good eatin'.
Eatin'? Well, that's what fish are for, ain't they? Well, not these fish.
These little fishes are for swimming around and me enjoying them.
Yes, sir, Mr.
Wishbone.
Well, Mr.
Nolan, I think you'd be taking an awful chance to go that way.
None of the other herds have.
There's just not enough water to take care of that many cattle.
- Aren't there any wells up there at all? - No.
Pete.
- How's it shape up? - Not so good.
I was telling your scout the creeks are dry as bone up ahead.
Oh, this is the man who runs this trading post, Mr.
Favor.
Ernie Nardoni.
Mr.
Nardoni, how about the wells? They're baked out.
You better forget about taking that shortcut.
We'll make up the time some other way.
How about your wells? They down, too? - Not yet.
- You mind? No, help yourself.
Mmm.
That's mighty sweet.
You got any barrels in stock? Some.
How many do you think the supply wagon could hold? Oh, only about 10.
Oh, I got 10.
Where's Wish? He said he was gonna come and get some salt.
Didn't show up.
All right, start filling them My cook will pay you when he gets here.
You mean you're gonna go ahead and take that shortcut anyhow? That's what I mean.
What are you gonna do with 10 barrels of water? You got 3,000 head of cattle, a bunch of horses, and men.
Now, there's a man with courage.
You wouldn't happen to have an ice storage house around here? No, but they got one over at the Lazy L ranch.
How far would that be? Oh, it's about 15 miles due east.
Take the cow path.
You can't miss it.
All right.
Uh, listen, I appreciate it if you get those barrels full.
The supply wagon will pick them up.
Right.
- Paul.
- Shut up.
I'm so tired, I can't go on like this.
Can't we turn back, please? Just when I found him? You can't do anything when he's with all those men.
He'll take off on his own sometime.
Well? I think we're all right.
It's down a degree.
76.
Well, that's more like it.
Don't shoot off any firecrackers.
Still too close for comfort.
- What's happening? - Oh, Mr.
Favor, we saved them.
Mr.
Wishbone thought of putting the can in the ground where it's cooler.
Put the what in You mean to tell me you've been playing with those fishes again? Well, just a minute, boss.
You don't understand.
I understand you should have been in Three Forks two hours ago.
You knew that.
Yeah, well, l All he has to do is haul some salt.
We're taking on water.
He's got 10 barrels to pick up.
My fault again, Mr.
Favor.
You bet your rock-bottom dollar it's your fault, Gwynn! I haven't got time to tell you what I think of you and your blasted fish.
But I'll tell you this.
You delay this herd five seconds more, and I'll throw you out on your own.
Is that clear? Yes, Mr.
Favor.
Now, let's get this outfit on the road.
I guess we better get this outfit on the road.
All right, you go out.
What's that mean? Well, sun's still too hot.
I can't risk leaving here yet.
Well, maybe we can find another cool spot.
Anyway, Mr.
Favor hit the nail right on the head.
It's not fair me hanging on to you like a dead weight.
I got a compass.
I'm gonna strike out for myself.
Probably save myself a lot of time.
The shape you're in, you'll probably drop in 2 miles.
I'm all right, Mr.
Wishbone.
Look at me.
I am.
I haven't seen a face so green since the last time Mushy tried cooking frog legs.
No, sir, I don't move one step.
Well, if you should keel over what'll happen to my fish? Your fish? Well, our fish.
Well, Mr.
Favor ain't gonna like it.
Well, Mr.
Favor can Oh, yeah.
Go on, gentlemen.
I'll catch up with you later.
I promise.
All right.
I don't like it.
What in thunder you got there? Well, was 50 pounds.
Ice? Yes, the last chunk the man had.
Not much left but I figure it will help for a while.
Well, that's fine.
That's just fine.
We can go on together after all.
Let's get this thing out of here.
Wish, where's the food? Well, I haven't had time to fix it yet.
Why not? Because I've been rounding up the bugs you should have let Quince bring in.
You mean you're feeding the fish before the men and they ain't complaining? Well, they got hearts.
Oh.
How are these? Scarlet.
Yeah, boss.
Why aren't you out night herding? Well, I didn't know I was supposed to be.
Oh, no.
I forgot to tell him you changed assignments.
Is anybody out there? Yeah, Hoad and Dawkins are out there.
I'm sorry about that, boss, really.
You're sorry? Boy, you never do anything right, but you are always sorry.
Look, we're all dead in our feet.
So I forgot, what's the big crime? You forget something like that again, I'll give you something to really be sorry about.
You won't be ramroding.
You'll be riding drag if you ain't fired.
He can't have a bellyache.
Hasn't had his supper yet.
There's something wrong with him, though.
He hasn't been himself since we left that lake.
There must be a reason for what he does.
Ain't no reason to be pushing as hard as we're going.
We're supposed to be delivering beeves, not the mail.
The idea is to put a little fat on them, not run them in the ground.
Only thing we've been doing wrong, maybe, is let him go on being trial boss.
Hold on now, Collins.
That's no way to talk.
Out here don't like nobody criticizing the boss.
No, sir.
He's on the boss' side.
Rowdy is.
Here some beans for you, Mr.
Gwynn.
They're cold because Mr.
Favor don't dare let us build a fire.
He said one spark in this dead grass around here and we'll float to Abilene with the rest of cinders.
Oh, that's all right.
I like them cold anyway, Mushy.
Thank you.
I thought I said I didn't want those broken into yet.
You said don't break into them until we need them.
Well, we need them.
Look, I've been nursing this canteen for four days.
No one's wasting any water.
You want me to pour it back? Oh, for Oh, go ahead.
Come on, I'll get you something to eat.
What's in this stuff? Nothing, why? Taste it.
Tasted all right when I tried it in Three Forks.
Yeah, but it's bad now.
Salt.
They must have used the barrel for salt pork.
What about the rest of them? Every drop spoiled.
I don't understand it, Mr.
Favor.
I bought a barrel at Three Forks, too.
I just tasted it.
It's sweet as rainwater.
What could have happened? Pete, he must have checked the barrels before No.
You didn't check? I left there right after you did.
I went over to get some ice for his fishes.
You cleared out knowing we had a hudred-mile stretch of desert to cross? Well, you were in such a blasted hurry.
My fault, Pete? You bet your life it was your fault.
Here now.
Here.
Here.
Here.
Here.
Cut that out! Now all we have to do is go back to Three Forks and take the regular trail.
We'll keep going the way we're headed.
Gwynn.
How much water you got? One barrel.
That'll be enough for the men.
Beef will have to wait.
What are you doing? You can't take that water! Rowdy, give a hand.
I'll pay you for it.
More than it's worth.
You can't pay more than it's worth.
My fish will die without it.
Keep away from that barrel.
You could get one shot off, then you'd be dead.
Mr.
Favor, if you destroy my fish now after what I've gone through, I'm as good as dead already.
Yeah, you'll have to kill me to get that water.
All right, get out of here.
Boss, he can't make it alone.
Get out of here.
Wishbone, take the supply wagon back to Three Forks.
Get all the water you can anyway you can.
Canvas bags, whatever.
We'll hope to hit a water hole.
If we don't, we'll hang on until you catch up.
I guess that's the end of the little fishies.
Maybe not.
Anybody else had enough? Now what's that mean? Means we're taking over.
Bring Mr.
Gwynn back and turn the herd.
Now, just a minute.
Part of that herd belongs to us.
We got a right to protect our interest.
He'll lose everyone of them if we don't stop him, Wishbone.
Well, I'm against it.
So am I.
I trust Senor Boss with my life.
Your heart's made out of sugar molasses, Hey Soos.
You'd trust anybody.
How about you, Rowdy? Well, he's always been a good trail boss.
Can't figure out what's happened to him.
Gone loco, that's what.
Like a rattler, he'd bite anybody.
Well, I hope we're making the right decision.
And you're with us? That's right.
Who tells Mr.
Favor? Well, you're the boss now, Rowdy.
Look, it's for his own good too, and you know it.
Yeah.
- Mr.
Favor.
- Yeah.
The men have been talking.
Yeah, I know.
You know? Oh, why, I ain't exactly blind.
It's been a long hard haul.
I, uh, stepped down a little bit harder than I meant to.
Anyway, thanks for warning me.
And thanks a lot for sticking with me.
Yeah, well Well, what? Spit it out.
Well, they had a meeting, and they don't want to go on ahead.
They want to pick Mr.
Gwynn and turn the herd back to Three Forks.
All of the men, huh? You, too.
Nope.
I thought I could, but I can't.
I'll go tell them.
Wait a minute.
You're shaping up to fit a trail boss' boots faster than I thought.
You'd like some answers, wouldn't you? That's right, I would.
All right, you're welcome to them.
You can be stuck with them, too.
There's a panic on in the east, bad one.
That's what Gilmore rode out to tell me about.
And if it reaches Abilene before we do, maybe if we're lucky, we'll be able to give the herd away.
Panic? You understand? Yeah.
Yeah, I understand why you've been riding us so hard.
And every time Gwynn and his fishes slowed the herd up I could have easily killed him.
Yeah, well, sure.
Maybe I should have tried a little bit to give him some help.
And I shouldn't have booted him out the way I did.
Well, there's no use crying over spilt water.
But standing here talking about it ain't gonna straighten things out.
Look, you think you can push the herd on through the desert? We're gonna have to.
All right.
You take over.
Well, where are you going? Somebody's got to go after Gwynn.
Those blasted fishes.
What happened? Never mind what happened.
Pack up this gear.
We got to get the beeves on their feet.
We got 80 miles of desert ahead of us.
- Tonight? - That's right, tonight.
Wait a minute.
I thought you were taking over.
We were turning back to Three Forks.
That's right, I am taking over only we're going straight ahead.
Now, come on, I haven't got time to argue and fool around.
Rowdy, now, we voted you to back us.
Now you're worse than Mr.
Favor.
Look, Collins, you got to keep your mouth shut or else you can pack up and get out of here, understand? What about Mr.
Gwynn? Don't worry about Mr.
Gwynn.
Now, come on, come on, look alive.
Morning, Tom! Tom, I'm sorry.
Get out off the wagon.
Tom, I made him promise not to hurt you if you do what he says, please.
No.
You just can't learn, can you, Tom? Paul! Hold it! Hey, you! Who are you? What do you want? All right, don't answer.
You're with that herd.
I'll make you a deal.
I got a torch here, mister! See it? The wind is blowing your way and all the way to your steers.
You toss your gun over, I put the fire out.
You cross me, I set it to the grass.
Paul! That's 25 men with that herd.
You'll murder them.
Why? Why? Well, mister? Get the shad! Get the can! For whatever they're worth, Mr.
Gwynn, my thanks.
It was no choice, Mr.
Favor.
Not between fish and men.
Sorry about the shad, Tom.
That's not so important now.
We never should have followed you.
I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't leave him.
You loved him that much, did you? I never loved him.
I found that out.
I needed him and I was too afraid of being alone.
I'm so ashamed.
Well, don't be.
Maybe if I had been a better husband none of this would have happened.
I'll take you to the nearest stage.
Maybe we can have a word on the way.
Yes, maybe.
Say, Mr.
Gwynn, you still got these.
Well, as Mr.
Wishbone might say, "It only takes two.
" Yeah, still not beaten, Mr.
Favor.
No, Mr.
Gwynn, I don't believe you ever will beaten, neither.
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