swordwhale’s tardis… Move ’em on, head ’em up Head ’em up, move ’em on….

So, recovering from crappy cold and pinkeye, chillin on recliner, PBS has some random thing, find an old episode of Bonanza, hah hah, funny, but awful 60s “Injuns” (before I actually met real Native people), but still Bonanza and they were all about justice and stuff.

Then this…

Now I could never watch Rawhide because it was on some other channel… other than the NBC channel 8 which was the only one we could get. The fact that Bonaza was in color and Rawhide was in black and white would not have mattered then because the entire TV world was black and white… or a sort of off shade of greenish grey and white…

I forget the title of the episode I saw today but the first thing I see in the opening credits is Clint Eastwood…

Waht?!?!?

Yep, apparently 217 episodes as Rowdy Yates. And he still looked like Clint Eastwood even then.

Funny that a guy with the last name of EASTwood spent so much time in the iconic WEST.

The first three seasons were named like many Sherlock Holmes stories with titles like “The Incident of…”

And oddly, there is an episode called the Winter Soldier. Nope, no Buckys here…

The one I saw is probably this one…

http://www.tv.com/shows/rawhide/incident-of-the-valley-in-shadow-135392/

though they have a lot of details wrong. It is Rowdy (Eastwood) who is the main character, having suffered a loss at the hands of the Mescalero Apaches in the past. He is remarkably balanced, as is the Apache leader, both of whom have seen war and loss (“our children were killed so we took some of yours”). Only the bounty hunters are painted as basically “bad guys” while some interesting bits of history have light shone on them; the Apaches are starving, the game this nomadic folk hunted is thin this year, so they want to trade for cattle. The thin wild herds are likely due to increasing ranching and cattle drives. The white girl who was taken as a kid was raised as one of their own and a point is made that she is one of their people not a slave. She does not want to leave her “real family” (the ones who adopted her) and meet her DNA family. She goes back and forth many times till she decides to go meet her original parents.

This has a wonderfully realistic sense of history about it.

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The opening has got to be one of the finest staged re-enactments of a cattle drive, gorgeous in black and white.

The horses, my favorite part of all the old westerns, are the beefy Quarter Horse and Paint types of that decade, broad, stout, muscular, like pit bulls with hooves. They tend to have sane personalities, even if I prefer the more romantic flowing types like Freisians or Arabians or Spanish Mustangs.

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Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’
Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’
Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’
Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’
Rawhide!

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.

CHORUS
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!

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.

CHORUS

Rawhide!

Rawhide!

source: http://www.lyricsondemand.com/tvthemes/rawhidelyrics.html

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