Around Dodge City and in the territory on west, there's just one way to handle the killers
of the spoilers and that's with a US Marshal and the smell of Gunsmoke.
Gunsmoke starring William Conrad, the 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 chancey job and it makes a man watchful and a little lonely.
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Mr. Dillon, I ain't gonna do no complaining today even if the beer is as warm as can be.
That won't seem natural, Chester.
Maybe not, but I swear to gracious it seems like this wind has put all the dust and dodge
right in my throat.
Yeah, it's pretty dry already.
Pretty dry?
Why, Mr. Dillon, it's a whole lot more than pretty dry.
Excuse me, Mr. Dillon, I'll be right back.
Look here, Mr. Dillon, I laid this bonnet.
The wind was tearing it right on down the street.
I just did catch it.
Oh, it's very pretty, just what you need, Chester.
Oh, I don't want it for myself.
I don't see nobody on the street though whom I lost it.
Not down there, in the wagon in front of Jonas' store, see.
Oh, yeah, well, I'll just carry it on over to her.
I'll catch up with you, Mr. Dillon.
All right, Chester.
Excuse me, ma'am, I've brung this bonnet.
Thank you.
I figured it must have been yours with you sitting here without no hat on and all.
Yes, well, I loosened it for a minute to set it straight.
I shouldn't have in this wind.
Well, it didn't make no difference.
It didn't hurt it none.
I was thinking for your trouble, Mr.
Proudfoot, Chester Proudfoot.
I was thinking for your trouble, Mr. Proudfoot.
What, my land, that wasn't no trouble.
Leaning down and snagging up a pretty thing like that.
Well, I thank you, Mr. Proudfoot.
As a matter of fact, it gives me the chance to kindly pass the time of day with you, ma'am.
I think that's real nice.
A fellow like me, well, he enjoys meeting up with folks.
Especially lady folks.
Oh, I guess we ain't rightly met yet.
I don't know your name.
Well, my name's M. Feeney, Mr. Proudfoot.
Well, now, that's nice, that's real nice.
I ain't seen you around here before, Ms. Feeney.
We just come.
Oh.
You're staying on, are you?
I can't say for sure, Mr. Proudfoot.
I'd be pleased if you'd call me Chester.
Chester, I can't say for sure.
We move around a lot, Pond Me.
Oh.
Well, you stayin' out at the Dodge house?
Land's safe, no.
There's a little place north of town away, sir.
Must've been vacant, I spell, the way it looks.
Well, now, it'd be nice if you could stay on here.
Maybe I can find...
I can't tell you more, you can tell me.
Look out of the way.
I'm sorry, sir.
Here, let me help you load into that wagon.
Just get out of the way now.
Wait.
Pa, this here is Mr. Proud...
Ain't got no time for foolishness.
Come on, now.
Yeah.
Pa.
Goodbye, Chester.
Goodbye, Miss Amish.
It was nice talkin'.
It was nice...
It sure was nice.
Ah, so long, Kitty.
Thanks for the beer.
You're welcome, lad.
Oh, Miss Newman, I'm sorry.
What's the matter, Chester?
You runnin' away?
Runnin' away?
Who from?
The girl in the wagon back there.
Oh, no, such a thing, Miss Jones.
Oh, she's a real nice girl.
I just want to see Miss Kitty, that's all.
All right, Chester, all right.
I'll pick up the mail, then.
What?
I think I've thought about that, Miss Jones.
I'll go on down there.
No, no, never mind.
This seems to be your day for talkin' to ladies anyway.
Well, I wasn't even to put you out, and...
I'm gonna go down there anyway.
You go on, you'll see Kitty.
Well, I just wanted to ask her something.
And she'll probably have an answer.
I'll see you later.
All right, sir.
Bye, Miss Jones.
Excuse me, sir.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'll see you later.
All right, sir.
Bye, Miss Jones.
Hello, Chester.
Whiskey?
Beer?
Oh, uh, no, thank you, Sam.
I was lookin' for Miss Kitty.
She just went in to check supplies in the back room.
Miss Kitty!
Coming!
Chester here wants to see you.
Wow, hello, Chester.
Hello, Miss Kitty.
I wondered if we could be sittin' down somewhere.
Well, sure, Chester.
I'll be right there.
Oh, well, sure, Chester, we can.
You want a drink?
Well, mostly.
I just want to talk.
Private, like.
All right, then.
Come on back to the office.
Sam, bring in a couple of beers, will you?
Sure, Miss Kitty.
Sit down, Chester.
Thank you.
All right now, Chester.
What's on your mind?
Well, Miss Kitty, I figure you kindly know about ladies.
Sometimes I think I know more about men, Chester.
Well, I mean, you know what's right and proper.
Well, if I did know, I wouldn't get much chance to use it around him.
Well, I thought maybe you might kindly be of the mind to give me some advice, Miss Kitty,
but if you ain't...
Oh, sure, I am, Chester.
There you are.
Thanks, Sam.
Well, now, what do you want to know?
It's about a girl.
I figured that.
Who is she?
Her name is Miss M. Feeney.
Are you keeping company with her, Chester?
Oh, no, ma'am, I ain't.
Well, not yet.
I ain't anyway.
That's what I wanted to ask you about.
You don't need my permission, Chester.
I ain't asking your permission, Miss Kitty.
I'm asking if it's proper.
Well, why wouldn't it be?
Well, see, I just seen her there, sitting in a wagon outside of Mr. Jones's store.
Did you talk to her?
Well, yes, ma'am, I did.
She talked to you?
Oh, yes, Miss Kitty, she did, and just as nice.
Well, then what's your problem?
Well, I can't make up my mind if it'd be proper to call on her.
She just talking to her like that that one time.
Did she tell you not to?
Oh, no, no, no, she didn't, but she didn't hardly have time to.
Her pa came out and they drove off in an awful big hurry.
Oh, I don't think I'd worry about it being proper, Chester.
I'd worry about her pa.
Oh, I ain't worried none about him.
Well, then go see her, Chester, for heaven's sakes.
You think that'd work out all right, Miss Kitty?
I don't know how it'll work out, Chester, but you won't find out by staying away.
That's a fact, ain't it, Miss Kitty?
That's a fact, Chester.
Well, then by jing, I'm going to do it.
I'm going to do it as soon as I can get me a haircut.
Her name must be Delilah.
How's that?
Never mind, Chester, but if she's able to get your haircut, I'm all for it.
Maybe she'll be real good for you.
You know, Miss Kitty, I was thinking the same thing.
You get things packed up now, Em.
We want to be ready as soon as Wook comes.
I'm doing it, Pa.
He's likely to come in any night now.
Yes, Pa.
I wish we could stay on here for a spell.
Well, we can't.
I know we can't, but it ain't easy moving here, moving on.
Woman likes to stay a spell.
You have to know folks.
When you get to California, you will stay.
Now, boy, now, girl, get things together.
Yes, Pa.
Now, who could that be?
Is somebody coming?
Yeah.
I'll go send him on his way.
Well, I think that...
Well, yes, it is.
It's Mr. Proudfoot.
You know him?
Well, you've seen him too, Pa.
He's the man I talked to in Dodge.
What's he doing out here?
I think he...
I think he's come to call, Pa.
To call? On you?
He's a real nice man.
I don't care how nice he is.
Ain't nobody can be nosing around here when Wook comes in.
You know that.
Sure, Pa, I know, but...
I'll send him home before nightfall.
It can't hurt none.
Please, Pa.
I don't hardly get cold, Em. Hardly at all.
Well, all right, Em, but you get him out of here before dusk, now.
Sure, Pa. Sure I will.
All right.
Why, hello, Mr. Proudfoot.
How do you do, Miss Em?
I come to call if that's all right with you.
It's fine, Jester.
It's just fine.
Would you like to step into the house?
Well, I declare that be nice, Miss Em.
Just real nice.
Perhaps I could offer you a cup of coffee?
Yes, ma'am, you sure could.
Be mighty nice.
Matt, I thought Jester never wanted to miss one of your weekly gun inspections.
Well, he, uh...
usually doesn't, Doc.
Yeah? What's the matter?
He sick or something?
No.
Well, he's got a lot of blood on him.
He's got a lot of blood on him.
Well, he's got a lot of blood on him.
What's the matter? Is he sick or something?
No.
He's gone calling.
Calling?
That's right. He's out north someplace calling on a lady.
He must have been really smitten to Mrs. Chor with a gun.
You know what, Doc?
He even went to Kitty for advice.
Yeah, I'll say this for him.
He went to the right person.
Ah, does it?
I don't think you'd better tell him that you were able to do without him.
He'd hurt his feelings.
His feelings aren't the only thing that's likely to get hurt if he keeps kiting around all over the countryside.
Well, hello there, Doc. Mr. Dillon.
Chester.
Glad you showed up, Chester.
I tell you now, it is a pretty day.
There ain't many pretty days in Kansas as a rule, but this is sure one of them.
That's the way it always seems when a man is carton, Chester.
Well, Doc, I wouldn't exactly say I was carton.
Oh, well, you're keeping company?
He's only known her for three days, Doc.
Well, it doesn't matter how long a man knows a girl. Oh, no. It's how well.
How well do you know this one, Chester?
Well enough to know that she's a real nice lady.
What does she think of you?
She thinks enough of me, so she claims she'll always have a pot of coffee on the stove for me.
Tell me something, Chester.
You figure that you're going to be calling many more times in the daytime?
Well, see, Mr. Dillon, it's just that her pod don't like her keeping company in the nighttime.
Oh, her pod's a smart man.
But if there's anything special you want me to do, I can sure do it after sundown.
Oh, no, no.
Oh, no, I wouldn't mind a bit. Indeed, I wouldn't.
Thank you very much, Chester. That's very kind of you.
Well, did these wanted circulars come in today, Mr. Dillon?
Yeah, I went down and picked them up.
Well, I thought you always took care of the mail, Chester.
Well, you know, I wasn't here when it come in.
You see what I mean, Doc?
Yeah, I see.
Well, it don't seem like none of these fellows are on these circulars.
It's any too important, would it?
Oh.
Well, what's the matter?
Oh, my goodness.
Well, what's the matter, Chester?
Well, I... I... I...
Well, stop standing there like a stricken calf and tell us what they use you.
I... Well, it's just an army poster.
Here, let me see it.
An army deserter?
Yes, sir.
Rupini.
Oh, well, do you know him?
No, sir, Mr. Dillon, I don't know him.
Well, then what's eating you?
I think I know his father and his sister.
Oh, this new girl of yours, her name Feeny?
Yes, sir, it is.
Well, oh, my, it's no wonder he's upset.
It isn't easy to find out that your girl's family has a wanted man in it.
Here's a Chester.
This Rupini, he isn't out there now, is he, Chester?
No, sir, he ain't out there.
Well, don't you worry. No, sir, don't you worry, Chester.
Matt isn't going to make you arrest your girl.
Oh, Doc, it ain't that.
Well, come on, Chester, what's the matter?
Well, the matter is, Mr. Dillon, I don't rightly know what to do.
What do you mean?
Well, there's this nice, fine lady, Mr. Dillon, and her brother, and he's her little brother, too.
He went and got himself in trouble like that.
Well, Chester, you don't have to tell her about it.
No, sir.
Well, what's the matter, then?
Well, I just don't want her to have no bad feelings, that's all.
Well, you can't help it. If her brother deserted, it won't be your fault if she has bad feelings.
Yes, Doc, it will.
They just need no way for me to help it, because I...
I got to tell you something, Mr. Dillon.
What? You got to tell me what, Chester? Come on, speak up. What?
Well, that they're waiting for Roopvini to come meet him there.
Oh. What's that supposed to be?
I don't know, just when, Mr. Dillon. And that's Miss Amie.
Yeah, I know, I know.
She just said they was waiting for her brother any time now. I don't think she knows nothing's wrong, though.
All right. I guess we'd better get out there.
You don't have to come, Chester.
Thank you, Mr. Dillon, but I reckon a man has to meet up with the way things are.
I'll get the horses.
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You must have came just after I left, Mr. Dillon.
Yeah, they must have packed up in a hurry. That house was sure cleaned out.
Well, I guess I wasn't thinking too good when I was there drinking coffee and all.
Yeah.
See, what I mean is they was packed to leave all the time.
Things in barrels and cases instead of scattered around the room.
They couldn't have got too far, Chester. Don't worry about it.
Mr. Dillon, I ain't worried about not catching them. I'm worried about when we do.
Mr. Dillon, you're under his wagon.
Yeah, I see it.
All right, come on.
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Hey, hold up there.
Who are you?
U.S. Marshall. Stop the wagon.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
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Why, Chester.
Your name Feeny?
It is.
I'm looking for your son, Roupe.
He's in the Army.
No, he isn't. Is that his horse tied to the wagon?
You don't see him, do you?
No, I don't see him, but I think I would see him if I pulled that canvas off the wagon bed.
You stay away from my wagon.
I wouldn't want any trouble, Mr. Feeny, but I can cause trouble if I have to, and I'll tell your son to come out.
Now, you are...
Listen to me.
There's no use for any killing, but if I have to shoot, I will. Now, tell him to come out.
No.
No, I don't want no killing.
Come on, Roupe. Get up.
Get up, Roupe.
We ain't gonna make it.
I guess I should have known it would never work.
We'd have made it if you'd let me keep my gun, Pa.
Your Pa's a wise man.
Maybe they won't shoot you.
All right, come on. Get out.
Miss M?
I don't think you have anything to say to me, Mr. Proudsport.
Oh, yes, ma'am, I do.
I thought you was coming to see me just like any man coming calling.
I didn't think you was just spying on my brother.
Miss M, I swear to goodness...
I know I ain't a pretty woman or a proud woman, but I thought this one time...
Just this one time...
Can we go now, Pa?
Yes, we might as well go on.
Then go now, Pa. Go now.
All right, Amy.
Roupe...
I should have had the gun, Pa.
No. No, this is the right way.
Now, you stay alive, boy.
Come on.
She wouldn't even say me a proper good-bye.
I'm sorry, Chester.
Well, I reckon she couldn't help him bad feelings.
Mr. Dillon?
Yeah, Chester.
It ain't always easy to be a lawman.
No, not always.
Come on. Let's get the prisoner back to Dodge.
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Gunsmoke, produced and directed in Hollywood by Norman McDonald,
stars William Conrad as Matt Dillon, U.S. Marshal.
The story was specially written for Gunsmoke by Marion Clark
with editorial supervision by John Meskin.
Featured in the cast were Gene Bates, John Dana, and James Nusser.
Harley Bear is Chester, Howard McNear is Doc, and Georgia Ellis is Kitty.
This is George Walsh inviting you to join us again next week
when CBS Radio presents another story on Gunsmoke.