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NARRATOR: Gunsmoke.

With Milburn Stone as Doc.

Ken Curtis as Festus.

Buck Taylor as Newly.

And starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.

Well, we lost a man last night.

Good man or bad man, we ain't here to judge.

Curley didn't join us till the sand hills,

but once a man throws his bed roll in the wagon,

he's one of us.

Done his job without belly-aching.

Ain't no place in a cow camp for whinin'.

Took good care of his horse and gear, minded his own business.

Was a peaceable man.

Except maybe that time down on the plat.

He-- he got meaner than a grizzly with a tooch-ache.

Amen.

But balancing it all out, I'd have

to say Curley was a good man.

And he died doing the only job he know.

Yes, sir.

All right, boys.

Let's move him.

Is that it?

A few words?

All a cowhand can expect, boy.

Wrap him in his blanket, and decent buryin'.

Moving them beads is the important thing.

And if Curley could sit up right now,

he'd tell you the same thing.

He was just saying to me last night, about how

he don't mind night herding.

He said it's like having the whole world to yourself.

Hour later, they took to stampedin'.

He died the best way a cowhand can-- sittin' on leather.

Now, come on-- Dodge is waitin'.

[shouting]

Hit me.

That'll do.

Yes, siree.

Yes, sirree, baby.

Yes.

How bout a hug for luck, honey?

Deal, mister.

Deal.

Name's Delilah.

How do you know?

They always named Delilah, boy.

Why don't you go buy her a drink.

Oh, this is your first trail town.

Now, you've gotta cut the wolf loose.

Go on, she's waiting for ya.

No, I already got a girl at North Fork.

North Fork's a nice place to have a girl.

I ain't gonna tell her nothin' if you don't, boy.

Reckon I'll ponder it.

Well, you'd better make it fast.

She's about as lonesome as a beehive.

Quincy, how long you and Will been driving cattle?

You don't drive cattle, boy.

You push 'em.

Bout as long as I can remember.

Old Will, a lot longer.

You lost?

Whiskey.

What'd he swallow?

How about a glass?

Took a fancy.

First trail drive, and already fightin'

off more cud than you can chew.

You know, looks to me like that little girl's being

annoyed by that railroad fella.

You ever, uh, smell one of 'em up close?

They stink.

Coal and smoke.

Like them iron hogs they feed.

You know, boy, I think that you oughta rescue that little lady

from that sort of tragedy.

Come on.

Quincy, come on.

Will, wait a minute.

Howdy.

I'm Will Parmalee.

This here's Quincy.

Howdy.

Your admirer here is called Doak.

Pleased to meet you all.

My name's Delilah.

Delilah, this boy here would like to buy you a little drink.

Might trade a little giggle talk.

She's taken.

Hey, them gandy dancers don't care

where they lay their tracks.

I'm no gandy dancer.

What are ya?

I'm an engineer.

Oh, you mean you're one of them fellas that toots that whistle?

You remember that railroad fella down in Abilene, Quincy?

Kept blowing that whistle till he stampeded our whole herd?

Yeah, I remember.

You know, mister, I just might take that whistle of yours,

and jam it right down your gullet.

That's enough, cow chaser.

Come on, Will.

I'll buy you a drink.

Don't worry.

He ain't near tough as he looks.

He looks pretty tough to me.

Boy, even a hard boiled egg's yellow inside.

Stop!

Break it up!

Break it up!

Stop it!

[groaning]

Will?

Will, wake up.

Here.

Try some of this.

Ah-- I always said you run the best hotel in town.

You know, just once I'd like to see

you pass through without spending the night in it.

Yeah, I guess we caused some ruckus.

Much damage?

No more than the usual.

And no less.

What about my friends?

They're in the next cell, there.

Well, I guess we sure ousted them gandy dancers.

Yeah, how is it y'all were stirring

out with the railroad men?

Them railroads has come to stick in my craw, Matt.

They're taking jobs that cowhands oughta be doing.

Herding cows into boxcars instead of

crossing green pastures don't make sense.

Country changes, Will.

Yeah.

Hey!

Come on, you two!

Come on!

I sure hope you ain't changed, Matt.

When we going to do some roosterin', flyin' like Texas?

We'll have to talk about that later, Will.

Right now, I gotta get you and your boys outta here.

I need the space. -Right.

Right.

Come on.

Time to quit moochin' off the state

of Kansas to rent us a room.

Good morning, marshal.

Good morning.

Well.

See ya tonight, Matt.

Thanks, marshal.

That old Will and his breed's gettin' scarce, Matthew.

Them trail herd ever quit coming to Dodge,

things are gonna get plum dull, ain't they?

You know, when that fightin' started,

I thought you might fold, boy.

But you hung in there tighter than a tick.

Yes, sir.

Hey, eggs, and ham, and hot biscuits.

How'd that go, boy?

Better than buffalo hump munions.

Hey.

I had me better than $150 last night.

I only got me $0.32, Will.

Doak?

I had near 100.

Last place I remember being was that rotgut saloon.

Will, we was drunk.

Maybe we-- maybe we spent it.

We're talking about more than $300, Quincy.

That's more money than I've had in my life.

I was counting on that money.

I figure either that barkeep or that card

dealer's got snakey fingers.

And I'll tell ya again, you were throwing money

around like it was confetti.

Gambling, buying the house drinks.

Tipping the girls with $5.00--

That don't come to near $300.

Why, you didn't have enough left to pay the damages!

How much did the damages come to?

At least $50, $60.

Listen, you right sure you didn't

help yourself to more than this hole of yours is worth?

Now, you three clear out of here, or I'll call the marshal!

Mister!

We almost got hurt through Hades for that pay.

We got froze, and starved, and stampeded.

And I lost a good man in the doing.

So you'd best level with us.

I'm tellin' ya, you spent it all.

He's lying!

Easy, Doak.

We just want our money, mister.

Nobody hurt.

You give us 200, and we'll call it even.

200? Are you crazy?

Look at all the da--

Look in the back for cash!

Don't let [inaudible] to us!

We're building ourselves some trouble.

Here's the cash box.

Somebody's coming!

Bring it!

[gunfire]

Let's go, let's go!

You got the box?

Come on!

Come on!

Let's go!

Let's go, now.

Get out of the way!

All right, all right!

Look out, look out.

Clear the way, here.

Look out.

Right over there, next to the bar.

The marshal's coming.

You ain't hit bad, are you?

Bad enough.

They could have killed me, Festus.

All right, folks. Break it up.

Move along, now. -Easy, Festus.

Easy.

Let me look at it.

What happened here, Bull?

Those three cowboys who busted up my place last night,

they-- they robbed me, marshal.

Then when I tried to stop 'em, they shot me.

Matthew, it was Will Parmalee, and Quincy,

and that young feller.

Parmalee?

That doesn't make any sense.

I've known Will Parmalee more than 20 years.

He never stole a dime from anybody.

Why would we want to rob you?

Well, I don't know.

They claim that they-- they was cheated in my place,

or something.

Well, was they?

Course not.

They was spending with both hands.

Got drunk, and started in on those railroads.

Just a bunch of drovers whooping it up.

That's happened before.

Notice you don't ever keep 'em out.

The fight cooled off, I should have throw 'em out then,

but they were spending real great.

They said they'd behave themselves, so like a fool,

I let 'em stay.

Couple hours went by, and they got into another fight.

Let me take a look at this.

Looks just like a flesh wound.

You're gonna be all right.

Well, that ain't the point.

They could have killed me!

Did you fire on them first?

Yeah.

Like I said, they-- they took the cash box.

Much was in it?

$12.

Could just as well have been 1,000.

It was still robbery.

Doesn't sound to me like they were trying to rob ya.

More like a misunderstanding that

got out of hand, or something.

I know one of them's a friend of yours, marshal,

but they still broke the law.

This doesn't have to go any farther than it already has,

Bull-- not unless you want to profer charges.

I sure do.

It ain't just the $12, marshal.

It's just that--

Yeah.

Well, better go over yonder, and have Doc tend to that.

Go on.

Matthew, what do you figure?

We'll have to go after 'em, Festus.

We've got no choice.

[gunshot]

You mean that feller shot at us over $12?

He's a fool.

The law'll be looking for us.

He's right, Will.

We're on the run.

Might not be much money, but we'd just

as well have stuck up a bank.

How bad did you shoot that barkeep?

Don't know.

I hit him, that's for sure.

Well, you're a friend of the marshal's.

You could tell him what happened.

No, no.

Matt Dillon's a lawman.

No, we-- we took a cash box, and we shot a man.

No, no, any way you cut it, we're going to end up in jail.

And that's no place for a man.

I ain't seen Tait Cavanaugh in three years.

But I show ramrodded a lot of cattle for him.

Rio Grande to the divide.

Feller that runs that ranch over at Salt Creek?

That's the one.

Got a big spread.

He might use us.

Yeah, but what about the law?

They're going to be chaseing after us.

Well, we'll have to worry about that what when it happens.

Least wise, we'l be close to Texas.

That's ground I know.

No, I figure Matt Dillon won't chase us

clear out of Kansas over $12.

Trail turns wet.

That's funny.

Knowing Will Parmalee, I'd have sworn

he'd headed straight for Texas.

Sweatin' dirt cowboys all are born days,

have one run in with a knot-headed-- here all

of a sudden, they're outlaws.

Yeah.

Matthew, couldn't we let 'em just keep riding?

Well, I'd like to, Festus, but we can't.

If I could just catch up to 'em, get 'em to turn themselves in,

maybe Judge Burke would go easy on 'em.

Will Parmalee!

You old cartel.

What are you doing out of Texas?

Tait Cavanaugh, you ain't changed a bit.

And that's a shame.

Looking at that hide of yours, looks like you've

been soaking up dust.

Well we've been doing some hard riding.

I want you to meet my friends here.

This here is Quincy.

Hi.

Howdy.

And the young'n here is called Doak.

Mr. Cavanaugh.

He's a cow-lickin' Adam's apple, but he'll do.

You boys been sharing trail with Will, you deserve a drink.

Come on in, I'll get the cook to catch us cow.

Sounds awful good.

Well, now, what are you do here, and where are ya headin'?

Well, we come from Dodge, and headin'-- fact is,

I-- I don't really know.

We was kind of hoping that we'd catch on here with you.

Will, you were the best ramrod I ever had.

But I ain't got nothing.

Getting down to the bone.

Had to let hands go.

Well, you rode in.

You've seen the place.

Beginning to take on like a graveyard.

I see it.

Well, the railroads are starting to take over.

Can't you fight 'em?

I've tried.

But I ended up making a deal with them to ship my cattle.

Will, it was the only way I could get back on my feet.

A man won't go along with the railroad, he's finished.

Few short years, there won't be no such thing as a trail drive.

We gotta face that.

18 steers to a cattle cart.

That right?

Well, I guess so.

I don't know what's wrong with the world.

Everything's changing.

Was a time when a neighbor helped neighbor,

and a man's word meant something.

Cows, men-- not much else.

Now it seems that everybody's out to get as much as he can,

and who cares?

The glory days are gone.

And Will, I'm afraid they ain't never coming back.

Well, thanks for your hospitality, Tait.

Now, you boys can stay here as long as you like.

Plenty of room in the bunkhouse.

Food.

The only thing I can't offer you is a job.

Thanks, Mr. Cavanaugh, but we'd best be moving on.

Well, if you're looking for work,

you're better off back in Dodge.

No.

Ain't no work in Dodg, either.

Railroads took hold there, too.

Besides, uh, we got some trouble in Dodge.

Oh?

What kind of trouble?

Law, Mr. Cavanaugh.

Started out just hoo-rahing the town, and a man got shot.

Dead?

I don't think so.

Now, they looking for you?

Reckon they are.

We'll just move on out, Tait.

I don't want to bring the law down on you.

Now, a couple of cowhands passed by here a few days.

Rumor was they were hiring down in the panhandle country.

Well, then, that's where we'll be heading.

You stop and see the cook.

Got some beans and bacon for ya.

Thanks, Tait.

Wake up, boy.

Thanks, Mr. Cavanaugh.

You're welcome.

Thanks for the dinner, sir.

Young fella-- you're young enough to do something else.

Do it.

Bye, sir.

Whoa.

Another day's ride, we'll be crossing into Texas.

Yeah?

How would you [inaudible], kid?

Well, I'd like to see my girl first.

North Fork's a way out of our way, boy.

Important?

Well, I told her I'd be back right after the drive.

We were fixing to get married.

You fixing to stay a cowhand, boy?

I sure am.

A man can't tote a house and kids around on a horse.

You'd better send her a letter.

She's expecting me by now.

I can't just ride off, and not see her.

Well, there ain't nothing like a woman for hard wintering.

But marrying? They get demanding.

Now, you take a good range horse--

he don't ask for nothin'.

Will, might be, uh, quite a while before he

sees that little gal again.

Besides, we, uh-- we gotta get some supplies

for the panhandle.

Maybe we can get 'em in North Fork.

Well, that $12 is all we got.

Turns out we went to a lot for that.

Maybe we can put it to work?

All right.

We ain't got time for no love story.

Ain't gonna take long.

Afternoon.

My name's Matt Dillon.

I'm the marshal over at Dodge City.

This is my, uh, deputy, Festus Haggen, here.

We're looking for three man might have

passed through here yesterday.

Maybe, uh, asking for work?

Nobody's come through here.

Well, their trail brung us right

smack dab to your porch here, mister.

All right, they stopped and watered their horses,

and moved on.

You mean they didn't stay over?

That's what I said.

Kind of hard to believe.

Will Parmalee and Tait Cavanaugh go back a long way.

Will and I go back a long way, too.

They'd be better off turning themselves in, Mr. Cavanaugh.

The more they run, the worse it gets.

If you know Will like I do, it'd

be like trying to put a panther in a bird cage.

They didn't tell me what happened back there.

Some fella got shot.

The fact is the onliest thing they's

wanted for was for stealing $12 and the shooting.

And then the other feller, he went and shot at them first.

Well, I'm willing to pay whatever it takes

to satisfy the other fella.

Well, I'm sorry, but that won't work.

Marshal, there's going left for those men.

They're running out of world-- at least the world they knew.

I know what kind of men they are, Mr. Cavanaugh.

But I got no choice.

I'm wearing a badge, and the man they shot

swore out a complaint.

Well, I reckon you've got a job to do, like it or not.

But I ain't going to help you none.

I understand.

I guess if I was you, I'd feel the same way.

Marshal, I hope you don't find them.

Facing a jail, they won't go peaceably.

Catherine lives down at the end of the street.

Catherine.

Nice name, ain't it, Quincy?

She as pretty as she sound?

She's pretty, all right.

Nice town, pretty girl wanting to get married.

It beats clutching cattle, boy.

Yeah, you'd be better off staying here, Doak.

No telling what's in store for us.

Forget it.

I'm riding with you.

What's for me in a town like this?

Maybe a life.

Doing what?

Clerking?

Or working a farm?

You know, just maybe the blister end of a shovel's

better than what we're going to.

Well, I'll just take my chances with you both.

Here's the mercantile.

Now, don't you two ride off without me.

I ain't gonna be long.

Yeah.

The way things are going, might be the best thing we could

do is ride off without him.

Yeah.

I reckon.

Thank you, Ellen.

Help ya?

Yeah, we need a few suppliers.

We'll need a coffee pot.

45 caliber shells.

Frying pan.

-Two skinnin' knives. -Jerky.

-Bacon. -Salt.

Flour.

Blankets.

Couple of pounds of coffee.

Hold it.

I'd like to see your money, first.

$12?

What you're talking about will take a lot more than that.

I've got me a good Winchester right out there on that horse.

I want to trade that for the supplies.

I don't do no tradin'.

Likely stolen.

Look, mister, you're standing there in that pinched collar,

just passing judgment on everybody that passes

through that door, ain't ya?

Is this a counter you're standing

behind, here, or a pulpit?

I know drifters when I see them.

Mister, we've got a lot of miles to travel,

and we'll be needing them goods.

Now, if you don't want to do no trading,

maybe we can work it out.

Surely--

I don't hire on no drifters.

I either deal all cash, or not at all.

You got us all figured out, ain't ya, mister?

Us breeds that just come and go, like them tumbleweeds.

That's right.

Now, you leave, or I'll call the sheriff.

Now, you listen to me!

We've come in here to do honest business,

and all you give us is a hog grunt.

All right.

We'll leave.

You filled out some.

Doak Noonan-- not a letter in two months.

I ain't passed through no town in two moths.

Don't tell me all you did was drive cattle.

You don't drive cattle, honey.

You push 'em.

I wrote you plenty of letters.

I just didn't have a chance to mail 'em.

If you don't believe me, you can look in my saddlebags.

Oh, Doak.

After all them months with steers and cowhands,

you smell awful good.

I bet you took a bath this morning, just like always.

Sure did.

Down at the creek?

Like always.

Too bad you weren't there.

You been sharing that creek with anybody else?

Oh-- nope.

But mine you, I've had plenty of offers.

Oh, you smell mighty horsey, Doak Noonan.

Well, what do you expect, coming off the trail?

We'll just fix that.

Come on, let's go down to the creek.

Cathy--

Don't fret.

Pa's working Mom's at a church meeting.

Come on.

Cathy, I ain't staying.

I'm just passing through.

To where?

Panhandle, most likely.

With a couple of friends of mine.

That's all the way to Texas.

We were going to get married.

Miss Jenny's making my wedding dress right now.

I know, honey, I know.

We're still going to get married.

It's just going to take a spell.

The money I earned--

What about it?

It's gone.

$100?

What happened to it?

Well, we were in Dodge City-- and-- I don't know.

You don't know?

My friends are waiting.

Doak-- Doak, you can't leave.

You leave, I'm not waiting for you again.

Honey, I told you, I lost the money.

I ain't got nothing.

Well, then, that's what we'll start with.

Doak, I'm not waiting out anymore trail drives.

You can't keep being a drover, and have me, too.

I'm not taking it away from you, Doak.

Just giving you a choice.

And I hope you choose me, because I want you very much.

Oh, Doak.

Oh, Doak.

Don't know what we're gonna do from here to Texas.

Yeah.

I got half a mind to stomp that uppity storekeep's

face right into the floor.

We got enough trouble, Will.

Yeah, we also got 200 miles of badlands.

With no store-- not even a trading post.

Two, three days, them buzzards will be counting our ribs.

No, sir-- there's one thing left for us.

What's that?

We take what we need.

With ya in a minute.

Now, like I was saying, a frying pan, some coffee,

and some salted pork.

We can list 'em for you as you go along.

Now get 'em up here.

Don't forget the beans, pilgrim.

I want your word you won't stir for a spell after we're gone.

You don't give us your word, we're gonna tie you up.

Now, is that your mouth there under your nose,

or is it an ugly scar?

Say something.

I won't do nothing.

Storeroom's back there, Will.

Lock him up in it.

You'll get the balance by mail, mister.

Maybe we oughta leave him here.

Be better off.

Yeah, but we don't know that.

She is pretty.

Leaving that for 30 a month and found?

He's staying.

How do you know?

Way that gal looks-- he's staying, Will.

Yep.

So long, kid.

Will!

Quincy!

Wait!

I gotta talk to ya!

Wait up!

No!

Wait!

Quince!

Sheriff!

They robbed me!

Doak!

[gunshot]

No!

[gunshot] -I'm hit!

No!

[gunfire]

Will!

I'm hit!

I'm hit!

No!

No!

Nothing we could have done.

Two nights ago, we visited Dodge.

[inaudible] breaking into the drive.

What happened, Will?

Save your wind.

Now, listen-- get ready.

Hold on to that.

Hold it there.

All right.

You know, I must be gettin' awful fond of ya.

Look at that.

Getting down to my last jaw.

Will?

We-- we killed a man.

They gonna be coming after us.

You better go on.

What's going to happen to you?

Nothing.

I'll tell 'em the whole thing is your fault.

No, sirree.

Much a pain in the hide as you get to be,

we're going on together.

Now, listen, we'll be getting into Texas soon.

That's ground I was born and raised on.

There'll be something there for us to do.

Even a couple of broke down old hands like us.

Now, come on.

Come on.

Get up.

Come on.

You know, that kid wanting to be like us--

Yeah.

A few days ago, it seemed like a good idea.

She sure was pretty.

Yeah.

Come on.

Come on.

The girl told me the man who shot

him is named Will Parmalee.

The young fella answers to, uh, Doak.

Is that how it happened?

Well, I thought at first it was a robbery.

But then, the money is still in the cash box.

Well, Matthew?

We'll have to keep after 'em, Festus.

Now it could be murder.

What's that?

$12.

You know, we'll be crossing over the border

into Texas any time now.

Come on.

We can make a camp then.

Get you some rest there.

Come on, man.

Dig your spur in.

Hold on. You got it.

Come on. Here.

Watch it.

Watch it.

Here.

You know, we ain't there yet, partner.

Now, long as you're down here, you might as well rest.

Will?

How you gonna know it's Texas-- Texas-- we'll get there, huh?

Make an old sign, boy, saying, here's Texas.

I'll know.

Bleeding again?

Eh, some.

Some.

Will?

There-- there's a piece of paper in my saddlebag.

This ain't no time to be writing your mother, boy.

I'm fixing to make out my will.

Quincy, you ain't got nothing to leave.

Except that fiddle headed horse.

And a gun that handles like a plow.

And you-- and you ain't got no family.

Yeah, that's right.

I'm fixing to leave everything to you, Will.

You know, I've taken another look at that horse of yours,

and he's worse than I thought.

Now, what did I ever do to you, Quincy,

to deserve you leaving me an animal like that?

Huh?

Now listen, you ain't going to die and do nothing like that

to me.

You hear me, Quince?

Somebody out there?

I suppose it's Matt.

We'd better stop it right here, Will.

No.

I think too much of Matt to have him have to bring me in.

Besides, it ain't just another night in jail now.

Will, if you're ever going to make it to Texas, put me along.

We both know I'm dying.

I've lost enough blood to feed a horse.

If Dillon's the man you say he is, he'd be obliged to bury me.

And that'd give you a lot of time to get away.

Quince, you always was the worst

man to go right to the shade.

What's the matter, that ground getting warm under you now?

Ride, Will.

Ride.

[inaudible] cowboy forever.

I'll buy that.

Yes, sir.

Come on, now.

We might as well dig a hole for both of us.

Come on.

Get over me.

I gotcha.

They're headed for Texas, all right.

Yeah.

Home ground.

One of 'em shot up that-a-way, they

ain't gonna make it, neither.

Feel that warm air?

Yeah.

I figure that's Texas air, coming

up all the way from the Gulf.

Breezes warmer than a mother's smile.

Will, I saw it from here.

Wait up, Will.

Listen.

Either I already died, or-- I hear cattle.

Come on.

We're in Texas.

Easy.

Easy, Quince.

We're in Texas, Quincy.

Not a railroad track.

No boxcars around.

Just cowhands, doing their job.

Would you look at them slab sided lop horn beauty?

[inaudible].

Come on, Quincy.

I gotcha.

Will-- marshal-- let's get riding.

Naw.

Aw, even a hard eye like Matt ain't gonna chase

us all the way into Texas.

Now, listen, you just rest up here for a minute,

then we'll get out and find you a doctor.

You can mend up, and I'll go out and hook

on for one of these outfits.

That sounds good.

Hey.

Look at that.

This is good country here for cattle.

The best.

I ever tell you I got a little piece of land here?

Yeah?

Well, I have.

Just this side of Hardin county.

Good grass.

A little creek runs through it.

Just never could seem to find the time to work it.

Boy, the winters come down hard off them Horsehead mountains,

howling loud enough to drive a coyote to suicide.

Planted some pines for a wind break.

Wonder if them trees ever took hold?

You know, I reckon you was right.

Can't go on pushing cattle forever.

Someday we're gonna wake up, all wrinkled, like a burnt boot.

Looking around for a rocking chair.

Yes, sir.

I reckon you were right.

Whoa.

He ought to have just kept riding.

Old Will ain't changed none, and being on the run hasn't.

Still a ramrod.

Still taking care of his men.

You know, I reckon him and old Quincy was just about as close

as two men gets.

Yeah, just like Will, isn't it?

Wouldn't let Quincy die till he got him back to Texas.

Old Will, he'll be figuring this will be his burying ground

too, Matthew.

I know.

[gunshot]

That's far enough, Matt!

I didn't figure you'd follow me this far!

I didn't want to, Will, but you killed a man back there.

Couldn't help it!

Way they had me back there, I had no choice.

As it turned out, he killed Quincy.

Doaks is dead, too.

Don't make it three Come on down, Will.

Ha!

You know better than that, Matt.

Doesn't matter how far you run.

I ain't running anywhere, Matt.

I'm home.

Afraid it's just like we called it, Matthew.

He ain't running, and he ain't coming back.

You know, Matt, I always figured I'd die a cowhand.

Struck by lightning, or under the hooves--

but sitting on leather.

Not dangling at the end of a rope, like some side of beef.

So long, Matt.

Via con dios.

Will!

Will!

Will!

Yah!

Wait!

Stop!

[shouting]

Well, Matthew, ain't a thing that you

could have did about it.

That there was a fool thing old Will done,

but he wouldn't have had it no other way.

Yeah, I know.

It's like you said.

He's home.

NARRATOR: Their names do not row with the thunder of Jefferson

or Payne, but between 1866 and 1882, for $30 a month

and found, these hard and lonely men

pushed five million cattle into the heartland

of a growing nation.

They were the builders of this land.

Stay tuned for exciting scenes from our next Gunsmoke.

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