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NARRATOR: Gunsmoke: starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

What are you going to do with that crawly thing, son, eat it?

Gonna be a pet.

Get yourself a dog, boy.

Sign back there said something about water.

Whiskey's $0.50 back in Rosebud.

That's because whiskey ain't scarce in Rosebud.

Out here, water is.

Pretty cagey for an old corncob.

Gold camps are just swarming with hill rats.

Diggin', scratchin', breaking their backs

trying to make it rich.

You're gonna just sittin' there in that rocking chairs.

I dug for that water, just like they did for their gold.

Hey!

That ain't no bath water.

It's drinking water.

Dipper full's $0.25.

Sweet and cool.

Canteen full's $0.50.

You heading for the gold camp?

Could be.

I've seen all kinds pass through here.

You ain't no prospector.

Nope.

Hey, mister.

That'll be $2.

Mister!

Well, let's see now.

Two dippers full at $0.25 each, that's $0.50.

And a half bucket for my horse is another $0.50,

and the canteen full, that makes $1.50.

That bath you took will cost you $0.50 extra.

$2.

You are greedy.

$2, or I'll blow you off that horse.

Over $2?

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]

[GUNSHOT]

Grandpa!

Greedy.

Grandpa!

[MOAN]

[SOB] Grandpa.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Here, grandpa.

Here, grandpa.

Aw, thanks.

[GROANS]

Grandpa, I best go get somebody.

What's your best guess?

This is my jug, that's what.

But, grandpa--

Don't.

If I'm gonna linger a spell, then I'll make it tolerable.

My jugs, they're--

I know where it is, grandpa.

Lord, what are we going to do with Willie?

Morning, son.

Something wrong?

Look, son, I'm a lawman.

If, uh, if something's wrong maybe I can help you.

My grandpa's been shot.

[MOAN] Water?

Dollar a bucket.

$0.25 for a dip.

Who did this to you?

Stranger.

Was he a man about 6 foot tall, riding a bay horse?

That's the one.

You after him?

I've been trailing him more than a week.

That'll do it.

Get to know him.

By the time Sergeant--

Willie?

Guard my jug.

Here, grandpa.

Oh, you go out, water this man's horse.

No charge.

Sure, grandpa.

That's a good boy, Willie.

Been lonely for him out here.

Where is his folks?

His Pa's dead.

Sarah, my daughter, left Willie with me about six years back.

But where is she now?

She headed out for a place called Table Rock.

Gold camp 'bout 20 miles or so north.

Marshal, you take him there.

All right, I'll take him.

Marshal, will you pour me a short one?

[SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING]

[GROANS]

[GROANS]

[TAPPING]

You're taking me to find my ma?

I'm gonna try, Willie.

Think you'd recognize her if you saw her?

I don't think so.

She left me when I was only three.

This is her.

It's old, took before I was born.

Pretty, ain't she?

Yeah, she sure is.

What's her name?

Sarah.

Sarah Hubbard.

C'mere.

Hold on there, hold on.

My name is Preacher Jones.

What do you want, preacher?

To make sure that you ain't carrying

part of God's good Earth out of them there hills.

No, sir.

No, sir, I was just-- what's that mean?

Gold dust, brother.

Men have been digging in the Lord's ground

and spending it on evil ways.

This here's a jackass mail, we're here for Granite Creek.

Well, uh, y-- y-- you mean letters?

That's right.

Sure.

You sure that nobody's sprinkled gold

dust amongst all them words?

No, no, no, just-- just letters and packages

for loved ones, preacher.

Open them packs.

We ain't opening--

Uh-uh, United States mail.

Open them packs!

You ain't got no right.

This give me the right!

This give me the right, right here.

Somewhere's between Matthew and Mark.

Yahoo!

Nice going, preacher, smooth as butter.

I named you right, preacher.

All right, brothers, come on now, move.

Off the road, come on.

[GUNSHOT]

It's lucky for you fellows I wasn't riding

shotgun for them jackasses.

Crows would be picking at your eyeballs by now.

Well hello, Ben, I didn't expect you till later.

Marshal at dodge kind of put the wind in my back.

Where that mail come from?

Come from Table Rock.

Preacher, you ain't got the brains of an ant.

In its glory day, Table Rock didn't

see that many people that could read, let alone write.

It's a ribbon!

What do you mean?

A fake.

Lift them pant legs.

Get 'em up.

No, no!

What you gents hiding there?

Hold still, there.

Yeah, yahoo!

Next time we'll undress 'em first, like Christmas turkeys.

Two of them, full of gold dust.

Nothing.

Now, what's wrong?

Whiskey money.

Bean money.

Money that buys gold watches and fine-breeding horses

and women from nowhere is still up in them hills.

Well, the Lord needs the man to live simple.

You lived any simpler, preacher,

you'd be running with bears.

Hey, we're doing all right.

I got to figure there's going to be pretty slim pickings.

When I came through Table Rock, there wasn't enough men

to get up a poker game.

There you go.

Mister.

Hey, mister, wake up.

Don't tell me, law and order's finally come to Table Rock.

What's happened here?

We're having a party.

You ain't never seen anything like it.

We kicked this town inside-out.

You ever seen a town die before, marshal?

We buried this one in style.

So why's the town deserted, where'd everybody go?

Road agents.

There's only two trails leading out of here and both of them

swarming with outlaws.

Ain't no use digging for it if they can't spend it.

So most folks just called it quits and pulled stakes.

Well, I'm looking for this boy's mother.

Named Sarah Hubbard.

Oh, I ain't never heard of her.

The only girl who's up here working, Maggie Blaisdell.

Here.

Huh?

I don't remember seeing anybody look like that.

Maggie-- you say she's up here, Maggie likely know her.

Now where is this Maggie?

Whiskey Butte.

Guess her and the girls left while I was passing out.

Whiskey Butte, that's straight north, crossing them badlands.

Just renegades and lizards.

Are we going after 'em?

Yeah.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Bye!

Hey, get a good hold of it, girls.

One more hand on that pole and we just might get this axle up.

Now, Jed, you know I got a bad back.

All together now, ready?

One, two, three, push!

[SCREAMING]

Oh, oh look at my dress, it's ruined.

My paint's starting to run.

Oh, no, that's your face honey.

Maggie!

Ladies.

Well, looky here.

Careful, darling, you're liable to get

yourself arrested.

Who are you?

My name's Dylan, I'm United States Marshal.

What you doing a way out here, marshal?

I was looking for you folks.

Any of you Sarah Hubbard?

Maggie Blaisdell?

That's me.

Well, a man back in Table Rock told me that you

might know this Sarah Hubbard.

Said she was there about six years ago?

Nope, never heard of her.

Well that don't mean nothing.

A lot of the girls that came up there

changed their names, because of, uh, family and all.

Why are you looking for this, uh, Sarah what's-her-name?

Hubbard.

Hubbard.

Well, this, uh, this boy is her son.

Her son?

What's he doing with you?

That's a long story.

Willie, why don't you show 'em the picture again?

This is my mom.

It's old, took a long time ago.

Girls?

Oh, I knew her.

She was in Table Rock when I first got there,

except her name wasn't Hubbard.

Well, do you know where she is now?

She's dead.

I'll see if I can find some more water, marshal.

All right.

Uh, excuse me ladies.

Oh, my.

You are tree-tall, marshal.

Now I always did like a tall man.

That's all?

They make me feel so delicate and fragile.

Well, always nice to be able to please a lady.

My, you are a gentleman, sir, in the finest tradition.

Oh, you and I shall have to become better

acquainted as we go along.

Well, shut my mouth and just look at poor little me

and great big you.

What's the matter with you?

Nothing.

Except all this sugar is making me sick to my stomach.

Well the sicker you are, the better I like it.

Take my advice, Magnolia blossom, and stay clear of him.

Now, I don't see your brand on him, darling.

And I kind of get the feeling that he likes someone younger

and prettier.

And all you've got to offer is experience.

Victoria, honey.

Oh!

Oh, you pig!

[ARGUING]

[SHOUTING]

Let go of me, you cross-eyed witch!

I'll let go of you when you're limp, you toad!

Toad?

I'm gonna drown you, you hear me?

Oh!

Oh!

Well, he liked me!

Come on, you drank old tail bump!

Oh!

Oh!

Get off of me!

Aren't you going to do anything about that?

Hair pulling ain't my concern.

Rips out, right down to the gray roots!

My hair's natural, you trash!

Let me go, so I can pull it out and see!

All right, come on, you girls, that's enough now,

it's not gonna solve anything.

Oh, marshal.

It's just so hard to be a lady when you have to such

it with the likes of her!

Oh!

How'd you ever get tangled up with that crew, anyway, Rascoe?

Born lucky, I guess.

Some 10 years back, a couple hundred pounds of mine timbers

come down on my leg and, well, I wasn't much good after that.

But Maggie took me in, give me a job.

Who else would take in a cripple?

All right, up a little higher.

A little higher, Rascoe.

All right, let it go.

[CRASH]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]

Well, whose little girl are you?

Preacher's?

I'm an orphan girl, and I have no place to go.

Ask and you shall receive.

Still spreading charity, huh, preacher?

Easy girl, that boot might be part of my foot by now.

It's been on there more than a week.

Seems all you fellas did right was bring in this orphan girl.

Been hiding from nothing.

Cows are milked dry.

What do you mean, Ben?

What are you saying?

I'm saying you've been using the brains of an ox.

If you let half them go shipments

go through them folks, we'd still be digging up there.

All you think about is feeding your guts with beans

and washing it down with whiskey.

Now Ben, we--

You've been stupid!

We ain't the only ones, we got fierce competition.

Billy Hardy and his boys got most of it, but they pull out.

Did them Hardy Boys run away with all the cream?

He had more than a dozen men with him,

what did you expect us to do?

Don't matter now.

So we rest up, we'll ride out for greener pastures.

We will, if that marshal who was trailing you

don't get to us first.

How are you two boys doing?

Be a couple of minutes yet.

Willie, we'll need some more firewood, would you get some?

Yes, ma'am.

Well, that oughta hold her.

Good.

Now, if nobody don't mind, I'm going

to get myself something to eat.

Well, I hope there's some food left.

Those girls was eating like a bunch of starving hyenas.

Must be the fresh air.

Yeah, either that or they storing up energy

so they can kill one another.

Thanks, marshal.

I don't think we would have got this wheel

on without your help.

Glad I could be help, Maggie.

I suppose you'll be leaving us in the morning.

Well, I was planning to, but, I don't know.

Maybe now I'll stick around.

Something happen to make you change your mind?

Maggie, uh, who put the false bottom in that wagon for you?

You've got a good eye, marshal.

But really, ain't none of your business.

Well it could be, unless you can prove who owns that gold.

How'd you know about that?

Well Maggie, whatever you're carrying that gold dust in,

it busted loose.

Some of that gold's leaking out, you better look into that.

Thanks.

Thanks, I will.

A little of it's mine.

The rest belongs to some prospectors who asked

me to take it out for 'em.

How much you have altogether?

I figure about 48,000.

Those men stake everything they owned, including their lives,

to pan that gold.

Only to have some bum ambush 'em on the trail.

So I?

I take it.

Nobody'd be expecting five painted

up chippies to be carrying a fortune in gold dust.

So I volunteered to take it on through to Whiskey Butte

and put it in a bag for safekeeping.

Now the others, they don't know nothing about it.

Only Jed.

I don't mind telling you, the responsibility's been fierce.

You got a lot of guts, Maggie.

Most men wouldn't take on a deal like that.

You're not just up here looking for that kid's mother.

No, I'm looking for a man named Ben Rodman.

Rodman?

I thought he was still in prison.

Well, he was, but he broke out about a week ago.

Been trailing him ever since.

Guess it'll have to wait a while, now.

You worried about us or do you just like the company?

Maybe some of both.

Thanks.

Maggie.

How well did you know Ben Rodman?

Very.

Does that answer your question?

Marshal, you think I could ride the wagon a while?

Sure, Willie.

There ya go.

Howdy.

Howdy.

Sure is hot.

Hoo, sure is.

Can I ask you something?

Don't see why not.

Well, you said you knew my mom.

That's right.

I thought maybe you could tell me something about her.

You see, she left me when I was real little.

I don't hardly remember her.

What is it you want to know?

You said she died.

When?

Well, I don't remember exactly.

Two or three years, anyway.

What was she like?

Well, Sarah wouldn't do much for talking.

Let's see.

She, uh, she liked music.

She liked to dance.

This must've been awful lonely for you, huh?

Your, I mean, your mom running off the way she did.

She didn't run off, it's just what my pa did,

there wasn't much else she could do.

Maybe you're giving your ma more credit than she deserves.

I am not, she did the only thing she could!

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Five women sitting around this fire,

and I'm doing the cooking.

Ain't any of you good for nothing?

I ain't never had no complaints.

Well, listen to her.

Shut your mouth.

Somebody take this to the marshal.

I'll take it to him.

Well.

Look who's joined in the competition.

Marshal, here's your supper.

Oh.

Thank you.

Something wrong?

No, no.

I'm, well, I'm puzzled, I guess.

Now why's that?

Well, according to Maggie, you're chasing an outlaw,

right?

Yeah, that's right, why?

Well, how'd you end up with that little boy?

Well, the man I'm after killed the little boy's grandfather.

He killed him?

Um, I mean, his grandfather must have, um, been an old man.

Why would anyone want to kill a nice old man?

Well, this uh, the man I'm after doesn't

need much of a reason to kill.

He killed Willie's grandfather over the price

of a cup of water.

Well then, Willie, I mean--

He doesn't have anybody to look after him.

Well, what are you going to do?

Well, I don't know.

Enjoy your dinner.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Maggie, Maggie, wake up.

What's the matter?

I thought you said nobody else knew about that gold.

Nobody did, except Jed.

Well Jed's still here, but Lisa's gone.

So is one of the horses.

What?

You want to take a look.

The water's gone.

Well I think they were just trying to make

sure that nobody got too far.

Look at this.

She took the gold.

Yeah, but she didn't take all of it.

Would have been too risky and too heavy.

She probably just took enough to show a sample to her friends.

There's no telling how far she has to go to get that news out.

Well, we better move out.

Maggie.

You better go tell the girls what's in this wagon.

I think they've got a right to know.

All right, you sleeping beauties.

Up and at 'em, come on!

Come on, get up on your two feet, we're moving out.

[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]

Ben!

Someone's coming.

That's a girl.

Oh, honey!

My goodness, what are you doing here?

This is going to be the most crowded

orphanage I've ever seen.

Who is she?

It's all right, Ben, it's just Lisa.

She works for an old friend of yours.

Maggie Blaisdell.

She sent you here?

Not exactly.

See, uh, last time Oak was in town,

he told me, keep my eyes open.

And he said that if I come up with anything, I get a share.

What you got?

Well.

Just a minute.

Where'd you get this?

It's Maggie's.

She's got bags full of it hidden underneath the floorboard

of her old wagon.

One of them sprung a leak, and she and Jed

were checking them last night when they

thought we were all asleep.

You imagine that old witch packing all that gold?

Maggie Blaisdell, I can believe anything.

Where is she?

She's over by Sand Canyon.

I can take you.

Just Maggie and the girls?

No.

No, not quite.

The lawman joined us day before yesterday, his name's Dylan.

He's got some kid with him.

Dylan, that's-- that's the man who's been chasing you.

Sure is.

Somebody get a saddle on this girl's horse.

We're going to call him.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

We should have been told.

Sitting there with $48,000 right under our butts

and we didn't even know it.

Maggie could have at least told me.

Peach blossom, if Maggie had told you,

that big mouth of yours would have spread

it all over the territory.

$48,000.

I could retire.

You should have retired years ago, darling.

Why don't you shut your mouth and use your head for a change?

If that lousy Lisa told her friends about the gold,

we're in danger.

Or we could even be assaulted.

Assaulted?

[LAUGHTER]

Very good bunch, Maggie.

Most women would be coming apart by now.

You really think we're being trailed?

I'd bet on it.

We're moving awful slow, too.

How are they doing, Jed?

These horses have got to have some water, marshal,

or they're going to drop.

Jed's right in what he's saying.

But water them, and we go dry.

You got any idea where there might

be some water out this way?

There's a abandoned fort out there, under 10

or 12 miles into the east.

They used to have a well there.

Yeah, but it's been deserted six, seven years.

It's in the wrong direction.

Willie, you give me those canteens out of there.

Yes, sir.

Now, folks, we're going to have to ration

the rest of this water.

I'd say about two swallows a piece till I get back.

[INAUDIBLE] going to drop and blow away.

Looked at your hips lately?

Shut it off, this is no time.

All right, thanks, Willie.

You're going to get water?

I'm going to try, Maggie.

Now you folks just keep heading for Whiskey Butte,

I'll catch up with you as soon as I can.

Here, guard it.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

All right, girls.

Stretch a leg.

Now!

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Mister Roscoe, the marshal's back already!

He couldn't have gotten water that quick.

Maybe he found a spring.

That fork the only shoulder around here?

It's the only one I know of.

All right, then we got to lighten up this wagon.

Everything's got to go.

Hey, what you mean?

Not all my beautiful clothes!

There's five men headed this way, and Lisa's leading them.

I think Ben Rodman's with them too.

Everything has to go.

All right girls, we keep only what we've got on.

What about water?

No time.

Oh!

My wardrobe, not my wardrobe!

Maggie, where'd you get these guns?

Gunrunner.

Ran up quite a bill, didn't have any cash,

so he paid me in merchandise.

What about ammunition?

A couple of cases.

But none of these girls know how to shoot.

Maggie, before this is over you may have to learn.

All right girls, get in here.

Come on.

Quick.

Get yourself on that board there.

Wagon was right here.

You did a good job, Lisa.

These ashes are still warm, Ben.

You get back to camp.

Yeah, but you said I could come with you.

This is as far as you're going.

Now, you do as I tell you.

You tell [INAUDIBLE] and the others,

that we'll back with the gold.

Now get, go on!

I wish I was as sure as you about us

getting all of that gold.

Where's your faith, preacher?

Oh, faith ain't got nothing to do with it, Ben.

You told us that that Marshal, he done run you out of Kansas.

You think he's going to give up that gold without a fight?

You don't get nothing without effort.

Besides, if he wants a fight, he's

going to have his hands full.

He's got that little boy and he's

got them four saloon girls.

That's going to be like a lead weight around his neck.

Let's get going.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

There's the water!

NARRATOR: Stay tuned for exciting scenes

from our next Gunsmoke.