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And now, Gunsmoke, starring William Conrad.
A fellow here looking for you, Mr. Dillon.
Hello. My name is Brandt, Marshal. I and my son got a ranch up in the South Fork of the Solomon.
What can I do for you, Mr. Brandt?
Well, I ain't in no way responsible, you understand. It's been kind of put on me, you might say.
What has?
Well, Marshal, the, well, the Indians started it. They was raiding for horses just a couple of days ago.
And they'd have got them and probably me, too, but for this kid they had along.
A kid?
Yeah. And he tried to come in ahead the rest of the Indians and he showed himself too as soon as what happened.
My son saw him in time to warn me and we put up a standoff fight and the Marappahos didn't get a single horse.
Well, what's the trouble, then?
We got the kid. He's still there, wilder than a deer. He got shot in the leg a little. We brought him into the house after.
I want to know what to do with him, Marshal.
Ah. Well, how old's the boy, Mr. Brandt?
Hard to say. I bet he's twelve or under.
That's pretty young to be on a raiding party.
Yeah, it sure is. But he's awful wild. He's tried to kill me twice already.
Well, then why don't you turn him over to a reservation somewhere. They'll take care of him.
I can't do that, Marshal. It wouldn't happen.
Why not?
Well, he ain't an Indian. He's a white boy.
A white boy?
Sure acts like an Indian, though. I think he's been living with them Marappahos a long time.
Well, I think.
Well, I don't know what I can do about it, Mr. Brandt.
One thing is sure, Marshal, I can't keep him no more.
And it don't seem right, you know, for a white boy to go back living among them Marappahos.
No.
So you got to come up there with me and do something about him.
Mr. Brandt, I'm the U.S. Marshal. I'm hired to keep the peace, not to play nursemaid to orphans.
Yeah. You're the only man I've heard of around here that I thought might help that boy.
Well, if you want, you want, I'll just run him off into the prairie, I guess.
All right. All right, Mr. Brandt. We'll ride back with you in the morning.
I don't see nobody around, Mr. Brandt.
No. My son will be out in the cattle this time of day.
I told him I locked that kid in the potato cellar when he had to leave the house.
Is that it over there?
That's it. He'll be in there.
Just open the door, Marshal. Maybe he'll come out.
All right. Chester, grab him if he runs.
Yes, sir.
Watch out for him. He'll do anything, that kid.
Hey, kid. Come on out. Stand back now.
Well, look at him. You'd hardly know he was a white boy, Mr. Dillon.
Hello, son.
You've come to kill me, haven't you?
Oh, my goodness.
Nobody's going to kill you, son. We're here to help you, that's all.
You look pretty weak to me. Is it that hole in your leg or haven't they been feeding you?
He won't eat, Marshal. At least he wouldn't when I left.
You been eating, kid?
No.
You know what I mean?
It's easier to be tortured on an empty stomach.
Oh, now, son, nobody's going to torture you. Nobody's going to kill you.
I'd just like to have a look at that leg where you got hit.
I'm all right.
Come on. Let's go in the house and see for sure.
No.
Well, he's made it.
I got him. Oh, the poor little kid.
Why haven't you done anything about this bullet in his leg, Brian?
I tried, Marshal. He wouldn't let me near it. Tried to bite me.
Well, he can't fight now. Come on, show me where to put him.
I carried the boy into the house, laid him out on a bed, and went to work.
He came, too, in the middle of it. But he didn't move a muscle or utter a sound.
The bullet wasn't buried very deep. I dug it out, cleaned the wound as best I could.
When it was over, I got some strong tea down him, and then he went to sleep.
A couple of hours later, I noticed he'd waked up, and I went over to the bed.
You fixed my leg.
Sure, of course I did.
Why? Well, you might have died if I hadn't. A wound like that gets infected.
Rappahos don't care if their prisoners die.
Well, you're not a prisoner here.
Yes, I am.
Look, what's your name, anyway?
Yorkie.
Well, is that all?
It's all I remember.
Is that what the Oropa was?
Yes. They won't give me another name till I'm a brave.
Well, Yorkie's a white man's name. Where are your parents?
Killed in a raid, they told me. I've been a Rappahoe ever since.
What was your father's name, do you know?
I was too young.
Well, then how come you remember English so well?
An old man of the tribe makes me talk to the old man.
I don't know where he learned, but he says it'll come to use later when I'm a brave.
In our wars against the white man.
You're a white man, Yorkie.
Yes, but I live with the Rappahos.
Well, you're dead, but you're back among your own people now.
You've got to learn to live a different life.
No.
Wait, you mean you want to go back with the Indians?
First, I have to make a big coup.
Make a big coup? What for?
I'll be killed if I don't.
What are you talking about?
I allowed myself to be seen and expose the raiding party.
So I'll be killed if I don't make a coup and return with a scalp or some horses.
You? A kid like you?
Unless you kill me first.
Oh, Yorkie, if I was going to kill you, why did I take that bullet out of your leg?
I don't know.
Well, nobody's going to kill you.
Now, you just got that out of your head, and you're not going to kill anybody either
or steal any horses, so forget about it.
If I make a big coup, my mistake on the raid will be forgiven.
And I'll be the youngest brave in the whole tribe.
Well, we'll argue about that later.
But what were you doing on this raid in the first place?
A white boy must prove himself many times.
It's harder than for an Indian.
That's why they let me come.
Oh, I see.
Now, you've got quite a problem, haven't you, Yorkie?
But right now, why don't you go back to sleep for a while, huh?
I'll have some soup for you when you wake up.
Well, good morning, Mr. Bryant.
Good morning, Chester.
Marshall.
Good morning.
Your son left a few minutes ago, you see.
He wouldn't be back till evening.
Yeah, and I ought to be out with him.
We're all through, but I'll cook you some eggs.
Oh, just coffee for me.
All right, sir.
I'll be right back.
Good morning, Mr. Bryant.
Good morning, Chester.
Marshall.
Good morning.
Your son left a few minutes ago, you see.
I'll cook you some eggs.
Oh, good morning, Mr. Bryant.
Good morning.
I'll have some coffee for me.
All right, sir.
Well, what are you going to do about that kid, Marshall?
There's not much I can do, Bryant.
You can't leave him here.
Well, I didn't bring him here.
Here you are.
Marshall, I'm serious.
Even if it was an ordinary kid, I got no way to raise him.
And this one is bad.
I'm going to have to die for death with him.
He ain't taking mine.
You really think he might kill somebody, Mr. Dillon?
Well, left alone, yes.
But he's so young.
Well, I heard Billy the Kid killed a man when he was 12.
Age doesn't seem to matter much.
Well, can't you talk him out of it?
Show him it's wrong.
I've tried, but Yorkie thinks like an Indian.
He doesn't know anything about the white man's world.
How's he feeling this morning, anyway?
Well, I'd hoped his fever would be down, but it isn't.
He needs a doctor, that's what.
Yeah.
By the way, Bryant, is this one of your guns?
Where'd you get it?
Yorkie had it when I went in there this morning.
But he was too weak to use it.
I told you it's a bad one, Marshall.
He'll kill someone yet.
All Yorkie understands right now is kill or be killed, Bryant.
If you've got a wagon, we'll take him into the Dodge.
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On the drive into Dodge, Yorkey never moved or never said a word.
I looked back at him from time to time and tried to put myself in his place.
Here was a boy whose only experience of life had been with a warlike tribe of Indians.
A tribe which he couldn't even go back to without a white man's scalp or some stolen horses.
Now this in itself would be a problem for a grown man.
But little Yorkey also found himself a prisoner, sooner or later to be killed.
It was no wonder that during the next few days as he lay on the couch in Doc's office,
he watched us with wild, restless eyes.
In spite of his obvious courage, I think he was a little frightened.
And when Doc was suddenly called out on a case in the country for several days, I had an idea.
And I sent Chester to find Kitty.
You want me to nurse him? Is that it, Matt?
Well, partly, but also I thought maybe you could talk to him a little.
It's hard for him to trust a man.
I know. Chester told me about him.
Yeah, he'll be well enough pretty soon to get into trouble. Bad trouble.
I'll do what I can. Where is he, in the front room?
Yeah, on Doc's couch. And Kitty, try to get him to eat something, huh?
I haven't had much luck.
All right. But you stay here.
Yeah, sure.
Hello, Yorkey.
Who are you?
My name's Kitty. I want to take care of you.
Why?
Because you're sick. Wouldn't you take care of somebody who's sick?
Not an enemy.
We're not enemies, Yorkey. Even if we were, I'd take care of you.
Prisoners get well by themselves, or they die.
Not about me, they don't.
Anyway, you're not a prisoner. You can leave any time you want to.
Is that the truth?
Yes, it is. Unless you do something wrong, like killing or stealing.
But let's not talk about all that. I want to know about you.
All sorts of things. What it was like with your wrapper hose,
or what you remember about when you were younger.
I won't tell any secrets.
I don't want to know any secrets, Yorkey.
You can tell me. Well, did you have a mother in the tribe?
Tell me about that.
I'm a white boy. They've never let me have a mother.
Anyway, I was big enough, I didn't need one.
Did you ever want one, Yorkey?
I don't know. I guess so, sometimes.
It's better to have a mother.
Mine was killed in a raid when they found me.
I don't know. Do you remember her at all?
No. Sometimes I think I do. Sometimes when I'm asleep, then.
What do you remember about her, then?
I don't know. Just a feeling, I guess.
Sort of like being warm. Is that what it's like?
Yeah. I think that's what it's like, Yorkey.
Not much like that.
I'm hungry, Kitty. Will you let me have something to eat?
Of course I will, Yorkey. Of course I will.
Kitty spent as much time with Yorkey as she could manage.
And whenever she'd been with him, he always seemed calmer and less frightened.
And we began to have hopes that maybe the boy would take to his new life after all.
Chester and I were busy, and except for taking some food up now and then,
we turned Yorkey's care over to Kitty completely.
When will I be back, Mr. Dillon?
Oh, I forgot to tell you, Chester. He sent word he'd have to be out there another day.
I guess Miss Taylor's been mighty sick.
You think maybe Yorkey could just live with Doc?
I don't know what to do with him, Chester.
We sure gotta do something with him.
Where's Yorkey?
Well, he's upstairs, Kitty.
Have you been up there today? Have you seen him?
No, I thought you were with him.
I couldn't get here till now. Yorkey's gone, Matt.
What? I'll go take a look.
I've already searched the place. He isn't there.
Well, let's look in the street, Chester. Maybe somebody's seen him.
You better find him. That's all I can say.
Yeah, we'll find him, Kitty. Don't worry.
Maybe he's got hold of a gun.
I hope not.
Anyway, if he's as smart as I think he is, he'll locate a horse to get away on first.
Maybe a couple of them.
Doggone it.
Just when I was beginning to think he was gonna settle down a little.
You never know.
But I still got faith in that kid somehow, Chester.
Now, here, let's cross over to Moss Grimmick's stable there, huh?
All right, Chester.
There's Moss now. He's inside there.
Yeah.
Moss?
Hello, Marshal. Chester.
Hello, Moss.
Yeah, I was gonna come see you, Marshal.
That kid you brought in the other day, I caught him trying to steal one of my horses.
You got Yorkie?
Is that his name?
Where is he, Moss?
Back here.
He put up quite a fight for a sick boy, Marshal.
A little wildcat.
I had to tie him up, finally.
I throwed him in the saddle room there.
He's sure a mean one.
There he is. Little devil.
He'll hang yet.
Give me your knife, Chester.
No, don't untie him.
I'll handle him, Moss.
Here you go.
Yorkie, I'm sorry this happened.
I'd have given you a horse if you'd have asked me.
There.
I wasn't going to steal him.
And what was you doing riding him out of that stall, young fellow?
Wait a minute, Moss.
Yorkie, you say you weren't going to steal him?
No.
What were you doing then?
Kitty didn't come, and I got lonely.
I don't know.
I think I do, Yorkie.
You just wanted to be around something familiar, something you know.
Isn't that right?
I guess so.
And you've lived with horses all your life.
You know them pretty well.
So you came over here.
I wasn't going to steal him. I just wanted to get on him.
You know, I half believe the boy, Moss.
He's telling the truth, Moss.
Yorkie, I'm sorry I treated you rough.
Why don't you tell me?
You were going to kill me.
Me? Kill anybody?
Kid? I guess you don't know me very well.
What are you going to do with me now?
Well, Doc will be back tomorrow, Yorkie.
If he says it's okay for you to stay up late, you can.
In the meantime, Kitty will be there.
All right.
Tell you what, Yorkie. You get well, you come over here.
I'll give you a horse to ride.
You will?
Sure. I got lots of horses.
You can take your pick.
What if I steal them?
I've had horses stole before.
I don't understand you.
He trusts you, Yorkie.
We all do.
You shouldn't. You shouldn't trust anybody.
Maybe not, but we do anyway.
Moss, I got an idea.
No?
I don't suppose you could use a stable boy around here.
Some kid who really knows horses and who's used to hard work.
Well, I don't have much money, Marshal.
I could feed him a little and maybe fix him a bed in the saddle room here.
Of course, a good boy is like a good horse.
There's bound to be some hot blood in him.
Try to lift my hair, I'll wop him good.
Is that clear, young fella?
You're talking about me?
Of course they're talking about you, Yorkie.
One thing, I can't hire nobody less than he has a whole name.
Well, Yorkie don't know his last name.
Well, call him anything.
Kelly. Kelly, that's a good name.
Yorkie Kelly?
Grimmick Kelly.
Yeah, sounds all right to me.
You people get out of here now. I got work to do.
When Doc says you're a fit in Yorkie, you come back.
I'll be back, Marshal.
In just a moment, we'll tell you about next week's adventure on gun smoke.
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Gun Smoke under the direction of Norman MacDonald stars William Conrad as Matt Dillon, U.S. Marshal.
Tonight's story was especially written for Gun Smoke by John Meston,
with music composed and conducted by Rex Corey.
Featured in the cast were Richard Beals, Larry Dobkin, and John Dana.
Carly Bearer is Chester, and Georgia Ellis is Kitty.
Ken Peters speaking.
Join us again next week as Matt Dillon, U.S. Marshal,
spends some time on a road ranch during his fight to bring law and order
out of the wild violence of the West in Gun Smoke.
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