Around Dodge City and in the territory on West, there's just one way to handle the killers
and the spoilers and that's with a US Marshal and the smell of gun smoke.
The story of the violence that moved West with Young America.
The story of a man who moved with it.
Matt Dillon, United States Marshal.
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Now Gun Smoke starring William Conrad.
Hand me that bottle, Zack.
It's been a long dusty trail up from Texas.
I don't care to ride in the dog's soper.
Stay on that.
Now don't kill it.
I come up the same trail you did.
I'm just as dry.
I hope I never see another moss horn steer.
I may settle down and be a bartender or something easy like that.
Tomorrow you'll wish you was back trailing cattle.
You'll wish you'd never seen dogs.
Come on, my turn on that bottle.
By tomorrow maybe there won't be no dogs.
Maybe we'll have torn it plum apart.
Oh, yeah.
They hear the cougar howl tonight.
Yeah.
And then look yonder.
Well, that there's a howl for a gander.
Let's start with it.
Tell them we're here, Zack.
Show them how we live in Texas.
All right, hold it there.
Put a bullet through his hat, Zack.
Shoot his heels away.
Get down off those horses.
Oh, sure.
I'll get you.
All right.
I'll get you.
All right.
I'll get you.
All right.
I'll get down, mister.
That's what I come here for, all the way from Texas.
Well, you're welcome here.
But don't get any notions about shooting up this town.
Who are you anyway?
I'm a U.S. Marshal, and I'll take your gun till you're sober enough to carry the gun.
Nobody takes my gun.
All right, then.
Ride back to camp.
Don't let him buffalo you, Zack.
He won't.
Missed, I'm staying, me and my gun, and there'd be a Marshal for breakfast if you try to stop
me.
All right, I will.
I'm gonna kill you for doing that.
That was awful close, Mr. Dillon.
I saw the whole thing.
Yeah, another drunken cowboy with more fire than a cent.
Well, you had to kill him.
Yeah.
Take his gun, just in case.
Give me that.
Don't shoot me.
Oh, nobody ain't gonna shoot you, mister.
Get on your feet.
Come on, get up.
Oh.
You busted my head.
You'll be all right.
But your friend tried to shoot me.
He's dead.
You killed him.
To keep him from killing me.
There'd be trouble about this, Marshal.
Now, don't you get anything like that started.
Oh, not me.
His brother, Howard Buelow, he's out the camp.
I know him, Marshal.
He'd come after you.
All right, I'll be here.
He won't be like that.
Howard wouldn't face no gunfighter.
He shoot you in the back or from alley at night.
I know him, Marshal.
It'll happen.
You want to bury your friend here or take him back to camp?
Take him back to camp.
All right, we'll help you time across his horse.
We can use his rope, Chester.
Yes, sir.
There's more coffee here, man.
No, no thanks, Kitty.
Can't say I blame you.
You'd think a restaurant like Delmonico's could at least make good coffee.
I never saw a woman yet who didn't find fault with everybody's cooking but her own.
Women have more taste than men.
Yeah, sure.
More arguments, too.
Matt.
Yeah.
That man you had to shoot today, his brother, is that what's on your mind?
Yeah, I suppose.
I've been thinking.
You never seen him.
If he does ride into town, you won't be able to recognize him, will you?
Well, let's say he'll probably be the first man who tries to shoot me in the back.
Oh, Matt.
Don't worry about it.
He's been tried before.
I'm still around.
Come on, let's get out of here.
Okay.
Sure.
Front street's not far from here.
Ah, it's early.
Now, wait a minute.
What is it?
That man laying right against the post up there.
When he turns his head, I want to get a look at him.
Is that when you're after Matt?
Yeah, there.
Yeah.
Now, it's someone who's after me, Bulo's brother.
Are you sure?
I'm pretty sure.
I'm sure enough to ask him anyway.
You stay here.
All right.
You're looking for me, Bulo?
Your name is Bulo, isn't it?
Oh.
I'll bet you're him.
I'll bet you're the Marshal.
I am.
I'll take your gun now.
Well, take it.
All right.
That won't stop me.
You'll get another gun and shoot me in the back.
Is that it?
Any way I can, Marshal.
Look, Bulo, your brother tried to kill me and he'd have done it if I hadn't stopped him.
Ain't nobody kills a Bulo and gets by with it.
I don't care what he done.
Maybe you need a few days to think it over.
Maybe that'll help.
I ain't got a few days.
You have now.
Turn around and walk straight ahead of me, Bulo.
You're going to jail for a while.
No, I ain't done nothing.
Turn around and get moving.
You're the Marshal?
What can I do for you?
My name's Will Jaclyn.
I'm boss of the drag guard here at the holding up river.
I come for our Bulo.
Oh.
I see.
Well, turn him loose.
No.
No, I can't turn him loose.
He didn't do a thing last night.
He was just standing on the street the way I heard it.
He threatened to shoot me in the back and he says he's still going to do it.
You killed his brother, didn't you?
In self-defense.
It don't matter.
You'll have to look out for yourself.
But none of my men's going to lay in a Kansas jail when he ain't done nothing.
None of your men's going to walk free waiting to put a bullet in my back either.
I got eight men outside, Marshal.
I got ten more with the cattle.
We come a long way, we had a hard drive.
We're all Texans and no Dodge City Marshal's going to rub our nose in dirt.
Nobody's trying to, Jaclyn.
Fine thing, I hire men like you to kill cowboys on little spree.
You call shooting me a little spree?
You could have crippled him up.
I wish that were true, but I couldn't take the chance.
Another shot and he'd have killed me.
Talk ends a waste of time.
I want Bulo out of here.
I'll do this.
I'll turn him over to you when you've sold your herd and are headed back to Texas if
you promise to keep him with you.
I want him now.
Ah, not as long as he's set on killing me.
Eighteen men I got, Marshal, not counting myself.
Fourteen of us will be back tonight and we'll get him.
Jaclyn, don't try it.
And after we get him, we'll really shoot your town up.
Two people have mistreated the last Texas cowboy you're going to.
Tonight, Marshal.
Sure you won't have a beer, Matt?
I'll even buy you one.
Do you good?
I can't be drinking now, Doc.
Oh, Matt, I don't think they'll ride in like that tonight.
Those cowboys always talk big.
Yeah, maybe.
Maybe they're just full of vinegar after the long drive they've had, huh?
Now they want to hoop and holler something.
Bulo's full of more than vinegar, Doc.
You think so?
A truth for a truth, huh?
An eye for an eye.
Oh my, the world's got its evil ways, all right.
Marshal Diller?
Hello, Doc.
Oh, hello, Rasslyn.
What are you going to do about those Texans, Marshal?
Well, I don't know, Mr. Rysling.
I haven't given it much thought.
Well, you better start thinking, Marshal.
I heard that Jackman right in here this morning.
He means what he says, that man.
What did he say?
They're going to destroy Dodge.
That's what he said.
Him and all those wild Texans he's got.
Mr. Rysling, the man I got in jail aims to shoot me from ambush if I turn him loose.
But I can't help that, Marshal.
Well, I can.
And he's staying where he is until he comes to his senses.
What about the rest of us?
It's all right for you to save your own skin, but what about us?
They'll shoot up the town and maybe burn my hotel down.
No, no, don't get all excited, Mr. Rysling.
It won't help matters any.
Look, why don't you just forget about it?
Jackman may never show up at all.
That's what I come to tell you.
What?
Frank Parris rode by the drag-ar camp a little while ago, and he says those men were just
about to leave for Dodge.
That means they'll be here any minute.
Now, what are you going to do?
I'm going to kill them.
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Now back to Gunsmoke.
I left the Olliver Ganser and walked over to the jail to wait for Jaclyn and his mob
of cowboys.
There I tried to have a talk with Buelo, but the only response I could get out of him was
the same.
He was going to kill me the first chance he got.
Well, maybe Doc was right.
Maybe the hard life of the cattle trail did drive man a little mad.
Anyway, it was a poor choice they'd given me, and I didn't like it.
You'll be wanting a shotgun, won't you, Mr. Dillon?
Yeah, yeah, thanks, Chester.
Here you are.
Chester, you don't have to get mixed up in this, you know.
I know that.
My.
I think I'm going to take a shotgun too.
Okay.
All right, let's wait outside.
About ten feet apart, huh?
All right.
There they come, Mr. Dillon.
All of them.
Yeah.
Yeah, it is, man.
Hello, Marshal.
You're acting like a fool, Jacqueline.
We'll see about that.
You make trouble here and the law will be after you wherever you go.
I don't worry none about another law.
I was raised plumb free.
We all were.
Yeah, sure you were.
But that doesn't leave you free to form a mob, raid a jail, shoot up a town.
What's the matter with you men?
What's the matter with you?
You're putting an innocent man in jail.
Any man who wants to kill somebody isn't very innocent, Jacqueline.
You have to wait till he does it.
I don't have to wait for nothing.
Marshal, we've come for Buelo.
Let them have him, Marshal.
Turn him loose.
Hurry.
You keep out of this, Reisling.
He's right, Marshal.
You let him go peaceable and we'll leave town.
But if you make us fight, we'll go right on fighting.
Now, you heard him.
He means it.
Now, you do it.
Shut up, Reisling.
Jacqueline, this is a shotgun I'm holding.
The first move you or any of your men make, I'll cut you in two with it.
Maybe, but we're too many.
You can't kill us all.
You'll die and so will your friend there.
That right, men?
That's right.
Dixis men ain't afraid to die, Marshal, but they ain't gonna get tromped on.
I'm through talking, Marshal.
Get set, men.
And when you finish him, go rip this town wide open.
Do it for me.
Chester.
Yes, sir?
Go get Buelo.
All right.
Thanks, Pippen.
You used your head, Marshal.
You and I have both been dead if you haven't.
I'm not doing it because of you or me, Jacqueline.
I'm doing it because too many other men would have died.
Well, it don't matter, as long as you turn him loose.
All right, bring him over here, Chester.
Well, I knew you couldn't keep me long, Marshal.
Then you were right, Buelo.
You shouldn't have locked me up at all.
Go on back to camp and try to do some thinking while you're there, huh?
Sure, Marshal.
And you know what I'll be thinking about?
You sitting next to an open window or walking down a dark street.
I'm going to kill you yet.
Wherever he was from, whatever kind of life he'd led, Buelo was a primitive man.
Somewhere he'd heard about revenge.
It's a simple idea, an eye for an eye.
And he took it to heart.
I realized now that there was no dealing with him.
The man was incapable of change, and Jaclyn wasn't much better.
But I forgot about Jaclyn.
It was Buelo who would be back.
Still, two days went by and there was no sign of him.
There's a couple of chairs, Mr. Dillon.
Let's sit there.
All right, Chester.
Well, nobody can't shoot you from here.
Not unless it comes up in front.
What's unlikely with Buelo?
What's the matter with men like him?
I don't know, Chester.
Too rough alike, maybe.
The war.
A lot of things.
Well, he's plumb crazy, if you ask me.
Say, ain't that Miss Kitty coming up the street?
What's she walking so fast for?
I don't know.
There you are, Mac.
Hello, Chester.
Evening, Miss Kitty.
Sit down, Kitty.
You're wearing yourself out being in such a hurry.
Matt, I've been looking for you everywhere.
Trouble?
For you, yeah.
Buelo's back in town.
Well, have you seen him?
No, Sam did.
Said he stopped him for a drink a little while ago.
Is he still there?
He left, but he told Sam he's got a room at the Dodge house.
He might be there.
I'd like to find him before he finds me.
At least we could see each other that way.
Be careful, Matt.
You'd better come along, Chester.
Four eyes are better than two.
Yes.
Thanks, Kitty.
See you later.
Yeah, sure.
What do you do if we find him, Mr. Dillon?
Well, it's no good talking to him anymore.
Maybe I can scare him out of it somehow.
I sure hope so.
The hotel looks pretty empty from here.
Good evening, Marshal.
Chester?
Hello, Mr. Risling?
I'm looking for Buelo.
Is he here?
I don't want to be shooting.
I want to know if he's here, Risling.
He went upstairs a few minutes ago, Marshal.
Which room?
On the landing, Mr. Dillon.
I missed him.
Come on.
You sent one of those rooms.
Where we've got him now?
But I don't know which one.
You stay here, Chester.
I'm going down the hall.
You might come out of any one of those doors.
All right.
Is it okay?
Yeah, it's okay, Chester.
He didn't hit you, did he?
No, he tried, but it was too late.
He was already dying.
Well, I'm sure glad.
Yeah.
But he died about as uselessly as a man could, Chester.
For no reason at all.
None at all.
In just a moment, we'll tell you about next week's adventure on Gunsmoke.
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Gunsmoke, under the direction of Norman MacDonald, stars William Conrad as Matt Dillon, U.S.
Marshal.
Tonight's story was especially written for Gunsmoke by John Mexton, with music composed
and conducted by Rex Corey.
Paired in the cast were Vic Perrin, Lauren Stopkin, Harry Bartel, and John Dana.
Harley Bearer is Chester, Howard McNeer is Doc, and Georgia Ellis is Kay.
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