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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.

Charlie! Wait up!

My horse has gone lame.

He's finished, Charlie.

Give him your horse, Gristy.

Whatcha talkin' about?

I'm saying you were just along for the ride.

Charlie, you're the one that brought me in.

You're forgetting I got that stage to stop.

The town drunk could have stood out in that road

and pretended to be in trouble.

Get down.

My cut.

No cut, mister.

Now get out of that saddle before I blow ya out.

Get down!

Charlie, he knows too much to be leaving the posse.

I thought of that.

Charlie-- we go back.

Friends and cellmates.

Ain't nothing could come between us.

Except money.

[clicking]

You lousy-- you emptied my gun!

Six months of sharing the same cell.

I figured something like this.

Anyone make a move and I'll kill Charlie.

Any shootin' started back there, I could have got killed!

Wouldn't that have been a shame?

You're not leaving me here to die, Charlie.

No, sir.

Toss your guns down.

Right here.

Go ahead.

And you too, Charlie.

Toby, get them money bags, and put 'em on my horse.

Do it.

Now, Gristy, we can work something out.

Toby, get one of them canteens, and put it on my horse, too.

Rest of ya, climb down.

Turn around.

Put your hands on your heads.

Them's badlands out there, Gristy.

You won't get a day before we're down on ya.

Before you can even catch your horses,

i'm gonna be halfway to the Rio Grande.

[gunshot]

[shouting]

Where's that gun?

What are we going to do, Charlie?

By now that stagr will be in Dodge,

and the law will be on our trail.

Every man's on his own.

I'll teach you to run down a horse.

We'll meet back at the rocks, like before.

What about me, Charlie?

My horse is lame.

I said, every man for himself.

What are you grinnin' at?

I'm just thinking about old Gristy.

He's gonna be a mighty surprised fellow when

he takes a drink of my water.

Whiskey?

Even when my luck's good, it's bad.

Ain't nothing more [inaudible].

Less than half a canteen.

I guess we've come to the harder times, eh, Broomtail?

Two worst things that can happen to a man

is a decent woman, and being left afoot.

Come on.

Lookie there, Matthew.

Whoa.

Is he lame?

Got himself a pulled tendon, Matthew.

He's all right if he ain't rode for a while, though.

Why don't you unsaddle him, and turn him loose?

Footprints all around here.

They must have stopped.

Yeah.

Ain't seen no signs of 'em making camp, though.

Well, it's hard to figure, Matthew.

From here on, these tracks are scattered out worser

than a herd of spooked cattle.

Footprints mixed in with the horses.

Looks like something spooked their mounts.

Sure won't get far on foot.

We oughta catch 'em fore the day's out, Matthew.

Let's go.

Whoa.

I've given you all the water we've got, Broomtail.

Maybe it's a good thing you can't drink whiskey.

You'd be as light headed as I am.

All right, boy.

All right.

Whoa.

No use lookin'.

Ground's drier than a mummy's pocket.

We keep heading south, it's only gonna get drier.

There's water north, but so's the posse.

And Charlie.

Ain't exactly what you call a good luck charm, Broomtail.

Well, might as well die walkin', than sittin'.

Mexico's due south.

Lessn' they moved it.

[gunfire]

Get away from it.

Which one are you?

Dobie Green.

Where are the others?

I don't know.

Old fella named Gristy got the jump on us.

Scattered our horses.

Gristy?

Charlie's idea to bring him in.

His cut was supposed to be $100.

He took off with the whole $5,000.

There's Charlie.

You're told about Charlie Dent, ain't ya?

Yeah.

Gristy?

I ain't never heard of him.

Have you, Matthew?

Gristy who?

Calhoun.

He's nothin'.

He's somethin' now, mister.

This Calhoun-- he's the one that rolled south, is he?

Yeah.

Double crossing scum.

Taking off with our money.

Your money?

Hear's to me like it's Wells Fargo's money.

Get him back to Dodge, Festus.

Have Doc patch him up, and then put him in jail.

Matthew, which way you headin', with four

of 'em scattered out that way?

We're going after this Calhoun.

He's the one with the money.

Matthew, I can tie him up someplace, ride with you.

Naw, you'd better get him back, Festus.

We don't have enough water for three, anyway.

All right.

Get up.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Someone's coming!

Who is it?

Striker.

Thought the wolves had sent you to your just rewards.

Aw, it took me near a day to catch up to my horse.

You see any sign of Dobie?

Nope.

What is it?

Gopher.

It was either eat that, or dirt.

Did you have no whiskey to kill it?

Nope.

Well, what do we do now?

Go after Gristy.

He's probably in Mexico by now.

Not unless he's a camel.

His canteen was near empty, and mine was full of whiskey.

Aw, a man can drink whiskey as easy as water.

A horse can't.

Without a horse, a man's nothing in this desert.

Now, we went through a lot for that money, and I want it back.

Yeah.

That, and a piece of Gristy's hide.

Well, what are we waiting for?

Daylight, Brinker.

Unless you can track a man at the dark.

But it's good to see you boys straining at the bit.

A hungry man does better work.

Come on, you dang Broomtail.

You can't just lie there and die.

Come on, get up.

There's bound to be water up ahead.

There's bound to be.

Come on.

Get up!

Come on.

Get up!

If you don't get up, I gotta shoot ya.

I can't just leave you lyin' here.

If you don't stand up, them coyotes will get ya.

And the buzzards.

[gunshot]

I'm sorry, old feller.

You done your best.

That's all any of us can do.

Water.

Water.

Hey, you there! Let me go!

That's mine!

That's mine.

You have tobacco?

No.

The salted beef?

No, I ain't got no food or tobacco.

I told ya.

We trade.

Sure.

I'll trade with ya.

I got a little bit of money.

I'll trade with you.

I'll give you-- I'll give you $50 for some-- for some food,

and water, and one of them ponies.

Paper?

No, this is money.

This is cash money.

White man's money.

No good to us.

Look, it's all I got.

We trade.

Water?

We trade her.

No.

I don't want no squaw.

What I need is a horse.

You take woman.

I give you water, food, horse-- with white man's saddle.

I don't want no squaw.

And I've been around since yesterday

to know that ain't no trade.

What she got, some disease, or something?

Blame from here, I ain't blind staggering as a bloke.

What is it?

She is bad medicine.

What do you mean?

She was wife to two Braves.

Both have died.

Of what?

We look for buffalo.

We have seen no buffalo.

Medicine man say it because of her.

You mean you want to get rid of her

so-- so your luck can get better?

And mine worser?

I've had my fill of that.

No, sir.

Maybe we-- maybe we can work something else out.

Unless you take woman, we go.

Throw in a rifle.

No gun.

All right, you got a deal.

But that horse better be a good one.

Her name Quanah.

It means lost.

What's the word for trouble?

She make good wife for you. While you live.

Ah.

It'll be dark in a while.

After what I've been through-- I ain't fit to travel right off.

Squaw's that'll tote and fetch, and you're

mine-- till I can shake you.

Fix us some food.

Food.

Eat.

You.

You fix.

Slower than wet gunpowder.

Slowing me down, squaw.

Could be halfway across the Rio Grande

now, if I weren't weighed down with you.

Squaw always stays behind her man.

That's your way, ain't it?

Good way.

Except you ain't my squaw!

You and me are like hitching a bobcat and a horse.

Ain't gonna take first place at an arguing match, are ya?

Come on up here.

Listen, I got nothing against you.

It's just, some fellas could be looking for me.

And maybe the law, to boot.

If they find me, there could be shootin'.

You understand what I'm talking about?

All of a sudden you look like you was weaned on a pickle.

You already buried two of your own.

I don't need ya.

Besides, you know, that kind of woman's

got a way of looking out for themselves.

Even giving birth in the brush, and all.

So's if I-- I go on by myself, you'll make out all right.

Here.

Go ahead, take it.

Well, so long.

And good luck to you.

Go on back!

Go on!

Get back!

You'll make out.

What are you doing here?

You could have got yourself shot.

Don't you understand me?

I don't want you around!

Talking to you is like talking to sheep.

Why are you following me?

I belong to you now.

You and the chief-- you made a trade.

I do not like it, but I will stand by it.

You can talk.

You've been understanding everything I said.

You don't sound like no Indian squaw I ever heard.

So you figure on standing by, huh?

Well, let me tell you something-- like it or not,

first town we come to, or anywhere there's folks,

I'm dealing you off.

And I just hope you stand by that as fierce

as you been following me.

I will.

Well, all right.

We'll be pulling out first sun.

Sure you got all the ticks shook out of that blanket?

Don't trust Indians.

Still got a feeling you're out to make

a necklace out of my teeth.

Sleep well.

All right, Gristy, on your feet.

Where's your gun?

I have them.

Nice work.

Squaw.

You're free to go wherever you want to, ma'am.

I can drop you by the Big Springs trading post.

Maybe you can find your people.

I have no people.

I am his property.

I will stay.

I don't want her.

You can tie a can to her, as far as I'm concerned.

I'm taking him all the way back to Dodge City, ma'am.

Then I will go there, too.

Get mounted, Gristy.

That old chief was right about you.

You're bad luck.

Why don't you run some of it off on the marshal there?

I am sorry.

Sorry?

Is that what you said to them two

Braves you put in the ground?

All of a sudden you can't do nothin'.

Why'd you take my gun?

I did it for you.

For me?

If it wasn't for you, I'd be drinking water from the Rio

Grande now, instead of yours.

You would be dead.

You are no gunman.

How do you know what I am?

If I had not taken the guns, you would have been

foolished-- tried to fight him.

And he would have killed you.

Well, even if he did, I ain't afraid to die.

Afraid to die, or afraid to live?

Well, he ain't going too far afoot.

He ain't out there alone, Charlie.

Somebody following on horseback.

Law?

Well, if it is the law, he'll be doing us a favor.

He takes the money from Gristy, and then we

take it from him, huh?

Let's go.

We stop here, and rest the horses.

How come you come after me?

I mean, I'm nothing compared to Charlie Dent.

You got the money.

How'd you know that?

Dobie Gray.

You mean you caught him?

He's on his way to jail right now with my deputy.

Charlie and the boys will be coming after me.

Yeah, I figured that.

Yeah, I guess so.

Well, we'll be running into them any time now.

You don't want that any more than I do.

With me you stand jail. With them--

I'm dead.

But of that he is not afraid, marshal.

Now I know why that old Comanche chief was

so anxious to get rid of you.

What would have happened if there was no takers?

When we returned to the big camp,

there would have been a council to decide.

Decide what?

How I would die.

Left behind without food or water,

or stoned to death by the women of the tribe.

You mean they weren't leaving no room for nothing else?

No.

I don't get it.

Why?

I am not Comanche.

Then how'd you end up with them?

Same way I am with you.

I was traded, when I was very young.

They treated me as a slave, until I became a woman.

Filled out some, huh?

And the young bucks took notice.

Sometimes they fought for me.

The women wanted me dead.

But you got hitched up twice?

The first one died in battle.

The second-- when the buffalo stampeded.

I was blamed.

I was a bad omen.

A curse.

If you ain't Comanche, what are you?

My mother was Cherokee.

My father-- I do not know.

Figures.

I didn't mean it that way.

I was just--

It's true.

My mother's village was raided by another tribe.

When her people learned she was carrying a child,

my mother was shamed from the village.

Were it her fault?

The child was of the enemy, and therefore one of them.

I was born in the brush.

Yeah?

Well, alone with a kid, how'd she make out?

We drifted, for a long time.

I do not remember where.

All I remember is hunger.

Until we met buffalo hunters.

One of them took my mother as his squaw,

so that I could live.

I was young, yet I did the work of a man.

To eat.

When my mother died, the buffalo hunters

traded me to the Comanche.

That where you learned the English?

Them buffalo hunters?

Yes.

How old were you when them hunters

traded you to the Comanche?

I was 12.

You know something, wigwam?

You and me are a lot alike.

How?

We're both losers.

Charlie?

Yeah?

Where you think he's going?

Mexico.

Aw, how do you know he didn't just

say Rio Grande to throw us off?

I shared a cell with him long enough.

All he could ever talk about was hitting it big someday, and

living like a king in Mexico.

Giddyup!

No, thanks.

I'm fine.

Quanah-- I know that you think you belong to him and all,

but he's going to be going to jail.

What are you going to do then?

I do not know.

He told me he took the money from a man who stole it.

Well, that's true, but he still was in on the robbery

of a stagecoach.

How long will he be in prison?

I don't know.

That'll be up to the judge.

He is not a bad man.

A Comanche Brave sometimes will talk

loud to frighten the enemy.

The real reason is that he is afraid, but does

not want the enemy to know. It is a shield.

He does not know how else to talk.

He has been afraid a long time.

Wigwam?

Come here.

You're still my property, ain't ya?

Then you gotta do what I tell ya.

Right?

Yes.

Help me get loose.

Look, you'll be doing us both a favor.

We ain't gonna make Dodge.

Look, somewhere between here and there, Charlie and the boys

will be coming.

With Dillon, I go to prison or die.

Mexico's the only chance I got.

And me?

I'll take you anywhere you want to go.

A loose American can always find a new pasture.

And the money?

Of course I want the money.

I ain't nothing without it.

How will the money make you better?

How?

Food, clothes-- the way folks treat ya.

Money makes everybody better.

And after the money is gone?

What will you be then?

The same man I see now.

Money cannot change that.

People change people.

The missionaries must have gotten hold of you.

My luck, probably end up dead in a preacher's backyard.

Look, what kind of squaw are you?

Are you going to help me, or not?

Yes.

You mean that?

Well, then get the keys to this.

I think he's gonna--

I am not going to help you escape.

The best way I can help you is to do nothing.

Woman, that makes about as much sense as putting

a milk bucket under a bull.

Hey, Charlie!

Look!

Hold up.

Can you make 'em out?

One of 'em's Gristy.

That your friends?

That's them.

The big one's Matt Dillon, marshal of Dodge.

I seen him before.

Let's get 'em!

Used to be an old prospector's shack right over the ride.

Let's go.

Marshal!

Wait up!

The water--

Never mind the water.

Get up here.

Get inside.

Hurry up.

[gunfire]

Striker, get that horse.

[gunfire]

You got the money?

No, but I got something just as good.

Look at this!

Hey, in there!

Gristy!

Dillon!

We just brought in that Indian pony you lost back there.

Two water skins on him.

That makes me figure you ain't got any water in there!

No water, you'll be like a hungry calf looking for a cow

to suck before long.

I'm gonna make you folks a once in a lifetime offer!

You throw out that money, we leave the pony and the water!

We get rich, and you survive!

Now, let me hear it from ya!

Does he speak the truth?

He's got the means to kill ya deader than dry bones.

But if he's got the money, there will be no need.

The money's not ours to give.

It belongs to Wells Fargo.

If we do not give it to them, we could die.

The job is to get that money back.

[gunfire]

We're still waiting to hear from ya!

No deal!

[gunshot]

Well, there's no need to get frosty about it!

We ain't in no hurry!

Marshal, we've gotta make a move.

I know Charlie good.

He's got the patience of a bird watching a wormhole.

If you could just give me a gun, I could--

No gun.

How long you figure they can hold out?

I don't know.

Ain't going to be no moon tonight.

If I was him, I'd wait till dark, then try to slip out.

We gotta figure a way to flush 'em out before that.

I reckon you were right about money not changing a man.

You can change clothes, maybe some thinking,

but you can't change skins.

A loser's always a loser.

A man is what he wants to be.

I had that taken out of me a long time ago.

My pa cleaned me out of spine and spirit like I clean a fish.

My old man, he was the best.

Ride, shoot-- wrassle a steer with one arm.

And the women?

Always first out of the starting post.

Only second to God, most folks ask.

And your mother?

She loved him.

And it cost her.

Drove her into the ground as sure as he dug the hole.

I guess that's-- that's when I started hating him.

And ran off.

When he died, I thought I was free.

But even from the ground, he's still holdin' on.

Guess I'm still trying to prove myself to him.

With money?

Well, at least money would be something he'd understand.

No.

When my horse fell, you could have left me.

If I had any sense, I'd have done just that.

But you didn't.

In your place, many men would have.

Yesterday I would have.

But this ain't yesterday.

You still figuring on coming to Dodge?

Yes.

Well, I don't know how long I-- how long they'd lock me up.

That is, if we get out of here.

I will wait.

Unless you trade me.

Hey in there, Dillon!

It's getting hot and sweaty out here,

and we're getting tired of waiting!

Now, you've got one minute!

One minute?

What's he got on his mind now?

Give it to them.

Compared to living, money is nothing.

Now listen to me, both of ya.

Dent knows I'm a lawman.

He knows if he leaves me alive, I'm

going to be coming after him.

And that's a chance he's not going to take.

Where's that leave us? We die rich?

They ain't buying.

Yeah.

Let's go.

You think this is gonna work?

You just hit that rock where I told ya, and it'll work.

Them ricochets will spook them horses for sure.

All right-- now!

[gunfire]

They're making a play!

[gunfire]

Look, no horses, there's no getting out of here!

Now will you give me a gun?

Here.

Your gun's in the saddlebags.

[gunfire]

Get that horse!

[gunfire]

We got it!

Let's go!

It's all over, Dillon.

You're finished.

[gunfire]

Didn't figure you for that, Gristy.

Kinda surprise me, too.

-Thanks. -What are we going to do?

Rush 'em? -Are you crazy?

Two guns down there now.

Couldn't even get close.

But they ain't going nowhere, neither.

Get back inside there, wigwam!

What are you doing?

What's she up to?

Give us the horse with the water, and the money is yours.

What are we gonna do?

Ain't got much choice.

Go on.

Get the horse.

I'll cover ya.

Huh?

I'll cover ya.

Get it!

All right!

Hold your fire!

We're bringing the horse!

All right.

Here's the horse.

No.

Both.

What for?

You have plenty of water.

You leave both, or you will have to shoot me.

And then they will shoot you.

Decide.

Now.

All right.

Now give me the money.

How's your leg?

I guess it'll be all right.

What's the matter with you, woman?

You almost got your head blown off for a second skin

of water we didn't even need.

There was need.

What's she talking about?

Only one skin full of water, I'd have had to take

both of you back to Dodge.

There's no way to split it.

This way I go after the money.

You trying to tell me she had that all figured out?

Gristy, I think she's been way ahead of the both of us.

Is he really gonna let us go?

I do not think he says what he does not mean.

Good luck to both of ya.

You coming?

No need to stay behind me.

Red or white, a woman's a woman.

I learned that the hard way.

Like everything else.

This is all we've got in the whole world.

It is more than we were born with.

What'd you say your name was, again?

Quanah.

Wigwam's easier.

NARRATOR: Stay tuned for excited scenes from our next Gunsmoke.

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