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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.
Gun smoke starring William Conrad, the transcribed story of the violence that
moved west with young America and the story of a man who moved with it. I'm that
man, Matt Dillon, United States Marshal. The first man they look for and the last
they want to meet. It's a chancy job and it makes a man watchful and a little
lonely.
You know that man Shelby? No, looks like some kind of tender foot to me. Who else is
camping a grove of trees that's got no water? We have a little talk with him.
You look scared, Kringle. Seen men look scared before. Hello, mister. Hello. Camped
here all alone? Yeah, scouting around for some homestead land. Good-looking horse
you got over there. He seems to be a good horse. He's awful young. I think I'll take a
look at him. Sure. What you men doing out here? Oh, we just ride around. We scout for
things too. Land? We ain't the kind of settle down to hard work like that. I had
a little orchard back in Ohio, raised apples. Yeah, apples is fine. Wish I had
one now. Hey, Kringle. Yeah? That there horse ain't got no brand on him. No brand?
It washed off crossing the river. You talking about washed off? It did. I ain't
lying. Well, it don't matter. Go get your rope, Shelby. I'll get it. What you need a
rope for? Well, now don't you worry about that, mister. We'll take care of
everything. What are you gonna do? I told you not to worry. Look, I ain't done
nothing. Of course you ain't. We're just gonna save you from all that hard work
you was planning on. No. All right, I got it, Shelby. Hurry up.
Stay still. Let me go. Let me go.
Maybe there's water in this grove, Mr. Dillon. Hell if there is, somebody's dug a
well, Chester. Oh, you been here before? I've passed by. I swear I'm gonna start
toting me a water bag. That's the easy way, Chester. I bet it is. Yeah, somebody's had a
campfire here recently. Yesterday sometime, I'd say. That big rain last night
washed out all the prints. It sure did. Oh, God, there's gotta be a spring here
somewhere. I'm gonna take a look. You're wasting your time, Chester. I don't mind.
I never saw a man who needed the comforts of a home more than he does.
Mr. Dillon? Mr. Dillon, come here, quick. Huh? Look. Yeah, lynched. Scared me half to
death. I seen him hanging there. It isn't a very pretty sight. There ain't no horse
around. Where's his horse? He probably stole it, then they caught up with him and
took it back. Who do you suppose done it? I don't know. I don't know how we're ever
gonna find out. Now, come on. Let's cut him down and get him into the ground.
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Matt, I don't know what I'd do if I rode into a grove of trees and found a man
hanging there. Well, I hope it never happens, Kitty. How can men do such things?
That's easy for some men. I hope you catch him. I'd like to, Kitty. Who was he, Matt?
We found an envelope on him. His name was Hank Blinnis. Must have been a
newcomer. I never heard of him. Well, he wasn't wanted by the law that I know of,
but I guess he was a horse thief, all right? They wouldn't have lynched him
otherwise, would they? No. Then why don't you find out who's had a horse stolen
recently? They wouldn't likely be talking about it now, Kitty. Well, things could be
worse, Matt. Oh, what do you mean? Suppose there wasn't any law at all, then people
wouldn't even have to hide what they do. Now at least they know they're doing
wrong. Well, that doesn't seem to stop them much. Marshall Dillon? Ah, yeah. My name's
Charlie Drain, Marshall. I run cattle up north on the Republican River. Happened to
be in Dodge on business, and I heard about that lynching yesterday. Now you
know something about it, Drain? I know I don't like it. My own paw was lynched,
Marshall. A mob strung him up by mistake. I was just a boy, but I seen him do it, and
it's laid in my mind ever since. Yeah, I can understand that, but what about this
lynching? It's a big thing with me, Marshall. I can't endure seeing no
lynchers get off free. Well, I don't like it myself, Drain. Then you do something
about it, or I will. Now, Matt.
Maybe you better tell me what you got in mind, Drain. A fella named Gil
Mather. Got a little ranch over on Dove Creek. I've heard round about that he's
had a horse or two stole recently, and I've heard that he's talked to hangin'
whoever stole him. It looks to me like he went and done it, Marshall. I know, Gil
Mather. Well, then maybe you better go bring him in. Or you will, huh? I'll see
him dead. I told you how I feel about things. I ain't foolin', Marshall. Drain, I
got some advice for you. Is that so? Why don't you take a walk around Dodge and
talk to some people, huh? You ask them what I'm like when somebody tries to
crowd me. Then you go sit on somewhere and think about it. You think about it
real hard.
I didn't know Gil Mather was married, Mr. John. He isn't, Justin. Well, then who's
that boy in the corral yonder feedin' his horses? That's Billy Drisco. He works for
Mather often, huh? You think Mather will fight? I'm not arrested in Chester. I got
no evidence says he didn't. Well, what if he admits it? That is not often a man
admits to a crime, Chester. Hello there, Marshall. Chester. Hello. How are you, Mather?
Oh, fair to middle of Marshall. What brings you out here? I was told that you lost
some horses. I didn't lose them, Marshall. They were stole. Three of them now. Any idea
who's been doing it? If I knew, there'd be a man hanging from a limb, Summers. There
was one, Mather. Why? About 20 miles north of here, a man called Hank Blunness.
Was he a horse thief? Probably. Who hung him? Some people think maybe you did. No,
no, it wasn't me. But horse thieves has got to be hung, Marshall. Mather Blunness was
lynched Thursday. Where were you then? You questioning my word, Marshall? Where were
you? Marshall, you got any evidence, you come arrest me. Meantime, I got work to do. Contrary,
ain't he, Mr. Jones? Yeah. It sure looks to me like he's hiding something. Well, I can't
arrest him for that. Come on, let's get back to town. Doc? Hey, Doc. Doc, you asleep?
Who said that? Oh, well, oh. Oh, it's you, man. You sure don't do much to dress this
town up, Doc. Oh, what man's got a better right to sit out here and rest his eyes for
a few minutes? No. I was up the entire night nursing old Mrs. Jackstone through a fever.
Maybe we ought to tie a sign on you explaining that, Doc. Folks might not understand, otherwise.
Oh, folks, go hang. I'm here if anybody needs me. Well, a man would have to be mighty sick
to need a doctor who looks like he's sleeping off a drunk. Don't harp at me, man, Dylan.
From what I hear, you're not exactly distinguishing yourself at your own trade. Well, you got
me there, Doc. Yeah, you made your life, and since you admit it, then I won't say any more
to you. Well, go ahead. Even though it does kind of look bad when people can go around
stringing up anybody they please and with no interference from the law. Yeah, well, thanks
for not saying any more about it, Doc. Oh, I'm not one to twist the knife. Now, you know
that. Oh, sure. Marshall Dylan, I want to talk to you. What's the trouble now, Drain?
I'm tired waiting, Marshall. Something's got to be done. Drain, why don't you go back up
to your ranch and leave all this to me, huh? Because you ain't doing nothing, that's why.
Do you see them two men over there, Marshall? What? Them two standing over there. Who are
they? One is Kringle and one is Jack Shelby. And they feel as strong as I do about all
this. All right, Drain, you don't have to go back to your ranch. I don't care where you
go, but you get out of Dodge and you take your friends there with you. If I see any
one of you around after sundown, I'll throw you in jail. I take it back joking you, Matt.
You are kind of up against him. You know, Doc, I just thought of something. What? That
fellow Blunness was obviously a dude. He wasn't even wearing the right kind of clothes for
a man who'd been out here very long. Maybe he wasn't a horse thief at all. Then why would
anybody lynch him? I'm going over to the stable, Doc. Maybe Moss Grimmick can help me.
That's the fellow, Marshall. That's him. That's what he looked like. What kind of a horse
was it, Moss? A little three-year-old bay, real young but plum gentle. Had four white
stockings, Marshall. That gives me something to go on. There's another thing, too. That
horse wasn't branded. What? Well, I raised him myself and I just never got around to
put no mark on him. Except for no good stuff I bought. What stuff? Oh, a fellow sold it
to me, some kind of chemical powder. You wet it and then kind of paint your brain down
with it and suppose to take the hair off. But it don't work. I tried it on another animal
and it just washed right off. And whoever's got that little bay of yours could put his
own brand on him, huh? I'm a real fool, Marshall, believing you can brand a horse rubbing a
little chemical powder on him. Well, we all get taken sometimes, Moss. I stopped your
mother from getting took, though. Oh, you did? Yeah. He come in here the other day, asked
me about it. I told him. What day was that, Moss? Thursday. Him and the boy Billy Drisco,
they come to town every Thursday, Marshall. Come in early, spend the whole day. Why? Something
wrong? Hank Blenis was lunch Thursday. Well, you wasn't thinking Gilmather done it, was
it? Charlie Drain was, and he still is. I better go find him, Moss.
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I don't see nobody around at all, Mr. Don. Maybe they're in the house, Chester. Want
for me to go see? We'll tie up here for the barn first. All right, sir. Could be Mathur
and the boys eating their dinner, Mr. Don. At least you hope so. Well, any man gets a
little hungry now and then. Wait a minute, Chester. Why, there's Charlie Drane. Yeah.
He was in the barn. Them other two fellows, they must be Kringle and Shelby you told me
about. Yeah, that's them. What are you doing out here, Marshal? I'm looking for Gil Mathur,
Drane. He ain't around. Chester. Yes, sir. See if he's in the barn. I said he ain't
around, didn't I? Go ahead, Chester. Yes, sir. And don't any one of you try to stop
it. Now, which one of you is Kringle and which is Shelby? I'm Kringle. He's Shelby.
Why? Now, it's my job to know who people are, that's all. Well, now you know. Yeah,
now I know. If you ask me, it's your job to punish criminals, Marshal. You're right,
Drane. Well, you ain't been doing very good at it. I'm kind of slow sometimes. You're
too slow. Mr. Dillon. Mr. Dillon. They're in there. Gil, Mathur and the boy, both of
them. Don't stand in front of me, Chester. They're dead. These fellows went and hung
them, both of them. Keep your hand away from that gun, Kringle. You can't blame me, me
nor Shelby. It was Drane's idea. He paid us to come along with him, is all. Billy was
just a kid. Why'd they have to hang him for? So he was a kid. He was keeping mighty bad
company. Now, wasn't he? Drane, both the boy and Gil Mathur were in Dodge the day Hank
Blinnis was lynched. Are you sure of that? They're all witnesses. I don't want no more
part of this. Come on, Shelby. Hold it, Kringle. Well, you ain't stopping me, Marshal. Is that
your bay horse over there? With the four white stockings? What about it? It's pretty smart
of you to lynch a man rather than shoot him when you go to steal his horse. What are you
saying, Marshal? They hung Blinnis, Drane. I guess they figured helping you with Mathur
and the boy had put everybody off their track. So they lynched him. They done it. Why, you
dirty dogs! No, Drane! Drane! Why, he killed him. He killed both of them. Sure, I killed
them. They had it coming, now didn't they? Give me that gun, Drane. I said give it to
me. Lynchers. All the time there was nothing but a couple of dirty lynchers. He's crazy,
Mr. Blinnis. I hate them. Why do you think you're just dead in a barn there, Drane? I
made a mistake. I can't help that. I only wish I could have hung these two. They deserved
it just like them fellows that lynched my pa. I've never seen a man so mixed up. I hate
lynching. Sometimes a man can hate too much, Drane. Sometimes I can twist him till he gets
where he doesn't really belong. I don't know what you mean. Well, it doesn't matter now.
Not anymore. In a moment, our star, William Conrad. When you shop for those last-minute
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so they were seldom wasted. But next week, it's a stray bullet that kills a man. And
that was the West. Good night. Gunsmoke, produced and directed by Norman McDonald, stars William
Conrad as Matt Dillon, U.S. Marshal. Our story was specially written for Gunsmoke by John
Meston, with music composed and conducted by Rex Corey. Sound patterns by Tom Hanley
and Bill James. Featured in the cast were Vic Perrin, Harry Bartel, Lawrence Dobkin,
John Danaer, Jack Moyles, and James Nusser. Harley Bear is Chester, Howard McNear is Doc,
and Georgia Ellis is Kitty.
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