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NARRATOR: Gunsmoke, starring
James Arness as Matt Dillon.

I never give any man a
take it or leave it, Billy,

but we plan on the same
price squeeze you are.

Well, I'm taking
it, Mr. Slater.

Good.

Got to.

Just saying, $2.00 a
ton don't even allow

for decent drinking money.

Well, we'll include
a bottle on me.

Bring you back
smiling by the time

we get that wagon unloaded.

Thanks, Willy.

Mr. Slater?

Yeah?

Paper says you need a man.

That's right.

You look like you've
got the shoulders

for a good day's work.

What's your name, son?

Travis.

Travis Smith.

All right.

Pay's $5.00 a week.

Now, that includes a
half a day Saturday,

but quitting time's at 4:00.

It's Colter.

I said my name was
Smith, but it's Colter.

Oh.

Oh, yeah, I'd, uh, heard
you and your mother

moved into Dodge a while back.

Well, all right, Travis.

Uh, where can I get
in touch with you?

Over the rooming house
behind Moss Molly's.

All right.

Uh, got some interviews, and,
as the newspaper might say,

other fellas coming by to--

Yeah.
Yeah, thanks.

So that's the youngest
of the Colters?

Yeah.

Doesn't seem like too bad a boy.

Always something in the way.

You can't just reach in
and grab one, can ya?

I think that peppermint's
about a penny

a stick, if I remember right.

It may as well be one
of us has a good day.

You just have the biggest
stick in the jar, huh?

Hey, you give it back to him.

Well hey, mister, there
ain't no harm in him

having a candy stick, is there?

I wasn't talking
to you, Colter.

I remember you from Hanesville.

Don't need you or your kind
giving nothing to my kid.

My kind?

Yeah.

You, that brother of yours,
your old lady-- we don't need

that kind of garbage--

What's going on, here?

They belong in cages,
that's what's the matter.

Shouldn't be allowed to
mix around decent folks.

Who started this?

I didn't like his
mouth, that's all.

Just telling him what I thought
of Colters living in this town.

Speaking my mind.

Everybody's got a right
to live in this town, Daly,

as long as they mind
their own business

and stay within the law.

Now, that's a good idea
for you to think about.

Get moving.

All right, folks, break it up.

Let's move along, now.

You're just going to have
to learn to smile, no matter

what people say to you.

We ain't garbage, ma.

Yeah.

So long as we know that, I
guess that's all that matters.

Yeah.

I'll get my cap.

Beatrice?

John Chapman.

Been a long time, Bea.

Well, for the life of me.

You're the last soul I ever
expected to see in Dodge City.

That name still follows
you around everywhere

you go, doesn't it, Bea?

Did you ever think
about changing it?

It might be easier.

Too many people
know me and my sons.

The Colter legend's got so big,
there's nowhere left to hide.

That was Travis
I saw, wasn't it?

I haven't seen that rascal
since he was 12 years old.

Seemed like a good boy, Bea.

They were all good boys once.

Now Amos is dead,
Clayton and Virgil

have a price on their heads,
and Travis is getting restless.

[theme music]

Matthew, maybe you
and Newly oughta

have yourselves a couple
of beers before you

go off and down yonder.

You know, it's going to take
a tolerable lot of patience

of divvying up all
that grazing land

for all them herds a-coming in.

Well, I think we'd
better take advantage

of what daylight
we have, Festus,

but thanks for the invitation.

Oh.

Well, I wasn't exactly inviting.

I--

We'll keep in mind.

The first one's on
you when we get back.

If you need to find me,
Festus, we'll most likely be

camped down by Telson's Bend.

Well, don't you worry
none, now, Matthew.

Whilst you're away, I'll be
holding things down to the best

of my liabilities.

I, uh-- I hope you're not
gonna let that big mouth

of Daly's get you down.

No.

I suppose I got
some more important

things to worry about.

How old are you, anyhow?

18.

Matter of fact, just today.

Well, congratulations.

Let's call that
beer on the house.

Thanks.

Thanks, and I, uh-- I
appreciate the thought.

Howdy, Travis.

Festus.

Miss Kitty.

Hello, Festus.

I believe I'll
have me a beer, Sam.

SAM: All right.

Yeah, Travis is sure having
himself a rocky time of it,

ain't he?

Yeah.

He's being tarred with the
same brush as his brothers.

Seems like everybody's very
happy to swap stories with him

or buy him a drink, but when
it comes to giving him a job,

it's--

Yes, and I've heard the
very same thing, Miss Kitty.

You know, a man's name hasn't
known to make no difference.

Whether it's Charlie Smith, or
Fred what you might call it,

don't mean that he's going to
do a heap more work, or a heap

littler work, don't you see?

Hasn't known to
make no difference.

Who says a man's name
counts in the way he works?

Well, that's right, Burke.

You oughta know
a lot about that,

running that freight office
and handling all those men,

and-- and hiring all those men.

Well, of course he
does, Miss Kitty.

See, old Burke here,
he's a big chief.

A high mogul of that whole
blamed freightin' operation.

Well, I do have
some responsibility.

Sam, how about a beer on
my house for Burke, here?

This seems to be the day for it.

Well, that's awful
kind of you, Miss Kitty.

Thanks a lot.

You know, I seem
to remember here

a while back that you were
looking for hire somebody

to replace Jim Bauer.

Yeah, well that Jim Bauer,
he never struck to the job.

He-- he went off to sign up with
one of them Texas trail bosses.

And of course, you'd
want to be hiring the very

best man you could get.

And don't make no
never mind whether he's

your brother, or your friend,
or what he looks like,

or what his name
is, wouldn't you?

Well, ambition like
I had, willing to use

a little muscle like I did
before they put me in charge.

Well, that's fine, Burke.

Travis couldn't work
under a better man.

And I'll get him over
to you right away.

Well, Travis--

Colter.

Oh.

Yeah, well-- I'll get
in touch with him,

Miss Kitty and Festus.

No, no, no.

There ain't no need
for that, Burke.

I'll see that he gets
over yonder to you.

See, you're too busy to piddle
around them little old things.

I'll see that he gets
over yonder to you.

Yeah, well, thanks
a lot, Festus.

Miss Kitty.

Well managed, Festus.

Uh, Sam, as long as the
house is buying, uh,

give Festus another one, here.

Ma.

I got a job at the
freight office.

Travis, that's wonderful.

Yeah, $7.00 a week.

And it's a real good job.

Well, Mr. Burke says that
if I learn the business,

I'll be up to $10 in
just a couple years.

18 years old today,
and a good job.

It's a real special day.

What's this?

What?

This.

Oh, it's nothing.

Just came in the
mail a while ago.

They've got the right
to print trash like that.

And you-- why, Ma?

I'll tell you why.

I've been a widow alone
with a boy to care for,

and no one to provide.

And so you sell us to liars who
will print anything they want?

All right.

But it got us out of Galveston.

Got us away when
there was no way left,

and nothing there to live on.

I ain't ashamed.

I done what I had to do.

And them saloons--
you don't gotta

work saloons like that no more.

Colters is worth more than that.

We used to stand for
something when Pa was alive.

And Clayton and Virgil--
maybe they're wanted,

but at least they
ain't eating dirt

because their name's Colter.

It's the same as
that book, boy.

It puts food on the table when
there's no other way to get it.

Well, there is now.

I've got this job, and
I can't make it for us.

Both of us.

I understand.

You took care of
me all those years,

doing what you had to do.

Let's just call it my turn to
take care of you from now on.

It's a real special day.

[knocking]

Hey--

Clayton and Virgil!

How you doing?

Hey Ma!

How are you?

It's your uncle and brother,
come to give you a party!

Well, come on in!

Look at this.

Oh!

Good to see you again.
All right.

Hey.

[interposing voices]

So how ya been, Travis?
You been OK?

Real good.

Real good.

Hey, Ma.

Ma?
-Never meant nothin', Ma.

We was just traveling
through, and remembered Travis

was having a birthday.
-Sure.

Sure.

I brought you a
present, Travis.

Here.

A present?

Yeah.

Look at that, Ma.

They brought me a present.

Aw, Virgil, Clayton,
thank you very much.

Look, Ma.

You like it?

Sure.

Oh, you lookin' like the
downhill side of a thunderhead.

We'll move out of
here, you want us to.

Move out?
No, no.

You just got here.

Ma don't mean
nothing, do you, Ma?

Supper's about ready.

You're welcome, boys.

Sure.

Come on, sit down.

Tell me about where you've been.

Oh, we've been all
over, we've been.

Last I heard, you-- you was
heading for Mexico, I think.

It was something
about three years ago.

Yeah.

We've been there,
and we've been--

that's where we ended up, in
Sonora, at Perez's hacienda.

And boy, when you're at
Perez's, man, I mean,

everything's right
at your fingertips.

Best food, fancy
ones, and skinny--

Hey.

Shoulder deep to a
tall Indian, boy.

You know, Clay took a gambler
for 2,000 just before we left.

He thought Clay was too
liquored up to read his cards.

Yeah, it was a good year.

Yes, sure was.

Sweet whiskey and fat pasture.

Hey, Ma, about ready
for that birthday cake.

Can't tell me you're still not
hiding 'em for a surprise, now?

Where are you boys
gonna head to now?

Oh, I guess we'll
rest up a bit.

Fatten up the horses
before we move on.

We got all kinds of choices.

We can go back to Perez's,
or maybe into east Texas.

Fat amount of money down yonder.

Yeah.

Me and Clayton draw
down 500 a month

or better, just
sniffing out land.

-$500 a month?
-Uh-uh.

That's right.

It's take me two years to
earn that kind of money.

Well, hey, now,
it's easy money,

but you've gotta keep
the covers off your eyes.

I mean, the honey
dew draw flies.

Hey.
-Oh!

Happy birthday, Travis.

To many more of 'em.

Yeah.

Run 'em ragged,
and don't look back.

Hey, 18, and one to grow on.

16 was the last one I seen.

Remember, Ma?

Yeah, I remember.

And your brother Amos, too.

His last one.

Five months before
he was hanged.

Well, come on.
Get to it, brother.

Come on.

Make a wish, blow 'em
out, and let's eat.

Come on.
Come on, Travis.

Ha ha ha!

Hey, that's good.

Hey, that one's yours, Ma.

Wish and blow.

What did you wish for, Ma?

Maybe that my youngest
son would never

have to sneak into any town.

Come on, Ma.

Now come on, will ya?

Hey, no Colters
sneak into any place.

We take care of our own.
-Oh, yes.

I've been listening.

The big money, the
fancy wines, the girls.

Tell me, where are you
two sleeping tonight?

We're camping out, Ma.

We took over an abandoned shack
about five miles west of town.

Stuck in the trees,
out of sight.

Sweet water.

You can see anybody
coming for miles,

so there's no need
to worry that us.

Worry?

Until the day I die.

Or until the day you do.

No, I-- I was talking
about a bed, a-- a pillow,

instead of a saddle.
-Oh, Ma, come on.

They just came for my birthday.

Yes, they did.

Bearing tales of
their good lives.

I just want to hear
about it, is all.

Mother likes to hear
about her children.

I heard you were in
Dry Wells last winter.

Something about two deputies
out that way being wounded,

I seem to recall.

Your names were mentioned.

Ma, we ain't never done nothing
that wasn't done to us first,

starting that night
with Pa under the heel

of that railroad.

But you never stopped.

With the railroad.

When was it you found it easier
to make a living with a gun?

You of all people
got no call to dress

us down for doing what we done!

Hey!

It's time we was getting
back to the shack.

It's not that I don't
wish you both well.

It's all right, Ma.

Ma, look, uh, I, uh--

Well, take care of yourself.

We'll be seeing ya.

See ya, Travis.
See ya.

Thanks for the present.

What'd you run 'em off for, Ma?

They're your sons.

It's been three years
since you've seen 'em.

You might never see 'em again.

I didn't mean it that way.

Look, I had four sons once.

I-- I just don't want
to lose the last one.

Travis?

Travis, weigh this.

Weigh it, and put it outside
in back with the Denver crates.

They'll be going
out this afternoon.

Yes, sir.
I'll do that, Mr. Burke.

Your books are in
order, Mr. Burke.

As for those extra
wagons you asked about,

I will have to check
the division file.

Very well, Mr. Palmer.

Is that a new fellow
you have there?

Yes, he-- he just
started the other day.

All in the records, I suppose?

Right there, sir.

All right.

Let's see-- Colter.

Travis Colter.

Yes, the, uh-- the boy
there, well-- he's related.

Related to the Colters,
and working here?

Well, he-- he seems like
a nice young fella, sir.

I couldn't hold his
name against him.

Well, neither
could I, Mr. Burke.

Neither could I. But
it is a bit sticky.

It will be a little difficult
to explain to division.

We are a public trust.

Many people deposit a
lot of money with us.

Appearances, Mr. Burke.

After all, you don't leave
the cat to guard the cream,

now, do you?

You've got a point.

I'm sure I do.

You're home early.

I got fired.

They didn't want the
cat guarding the cream.

Travis, I'm sorry.

Well, this sounds
like something I

should have been in on.

Oh, Mona, that's not
for your tender ears.

Say, Ma, you remember
me-- Abeline?

Well, I don't see nothing
much there to remember.

Well, I played the
harmonica for you one night,

and we sure packed 'em in.

You did 'em mean
with your singing.

Oh, yes.

Seems to me I used
to call you Blows.

That's right.

Come on, Ma, you name it.

Oh, no.

[interposing voices]

Hey, how about singing
"Aaron at the Gate."

Yeah, Aaron!

Come on, we come a long
way to hear you sing that.

"Aaron at the Gate."

Well, I guess that's one
song everybody knows.

Because it says what
really happened.

There have been so many
stories about the Colters.

You read them penny
novels, we're the devil's

own emissaries here on Earth.

Well, I don't have horns.

Don't breathe fire.

Don't really eat little
children for lunch.

And lookie here-- just
one head, not two.

The Colter boys, Amos, Clayton,
Virgil-- well, maybe they

made their mark on
this world in ways

not to gladden a mother's
heart, but there was a time

when they were just my boys.

Younguns, as maybe some
of you have of your own.

Uh, I'm not calling them
angels, but you should

know that the Colter boys
didn't just spring out

of some dark hole in the
Earth, shooting their way

into being hunted men.

No.

No, it all had a beginning, and
it all began with the father.

Aaron.

At the gate.

[music playing]

[SINGING] It was a proper
dark night for such a deed.

The moon must have
hid, so's not to see

that man named Aaron,
standing at his gate, saying,

this is my land.

They knew this man,
those riders of the night

knew he wouldn't be pushed,
knew he'd stand and fight.

So they put on a smile,
and held out a hand.

And then they shot Aaron.

Shot him for his land.

That fine man lay dying,
his widow a-cryin'.

His boys looking on.

Three boys strong and
true, the fourth just a

babe, but he saw it too.

They swore that night,
made a vow, you'd say.

The railroads--
they'd rue this day.

Their papa lay a dying,
their mama a-cryin'.

The railroad would pay,
or they'd die a-tryin'.

The boys were named Colter,
and before they were through--

State your business, mister.

Virgil?

It's me!

What are you doing here, kid?

I just figured I'd
ride out and talk a bit.

About a hundred yards on.

Trail leads up here.

Well, Travis, you ain't
doing much talking.

I'm feeling kind of mixed up.

I had about all I can
take of them towns.

Yeah, it's tough, kid.

Ma singing songs for a
bunch of barroom drunks.

Even sold Pa's story
for money to live on.

And I don't seem to be
able to help her much.

Folks turn me down before
I even get the name out.

And she's gotta go
back working them bars.

So what are you saying, kid?

Well, I'm saying maybe
you've got the answer we need.

How's that?

Well, you fells, you've
got the life, the money.

Ma and me, sometimes we've been
talking about a little farm.

I could work a farm.

That's a good idea.

Real good.

We've been looking at this
little place over near Dodge.

It ain't bad for what
they want for it.

$400.

We figure another 200,
and put some stock

on the place-- another
100 more would see us

till we can get things set up.

That sounds pretty good, boy.

Sounds pretty good.

Yeah, I don't like asking
you fellas for money,

but-- well, $700 would
kind of see Ma settled.

You asking us for money?

Well, I'll pay you back.

Besides, you fellas
get money real easy.

How about that $2,000 you took
off that gambler, huh, Clayton?

Well, yeah, kid, but, uh,
that ain't all the time.

I mean, uh, it don't rain
money on no one, huh?

Costs more than some of that
to travel the way we do, Travis.

You ain't got it, have ya?

Well we get it and
we spend it, kid.

You know, good times,
and not so good, you know?

We're going to have it again.

We'll be rolling in it, and when
we do, we're going to set you

and Ma up right.
You watch.

What happened today, Travis?

Bringing you out here.

Well, I lost my job
with the freight office.

Ma had to go back to
working in a trash

bin called the Bull's Head.

Well, that's
tough to hear, kid,

but we ain't got
no answer for you.

Well, maybe I got an answer.

That freight office--
there ain't no

bars on the back windows,
and them iron shutters,

they need fixin'.

They come right
open in your hand.

I figure serve 'em
right, we rob the place.

Boy, no one even knows
we're in these parts.

We're going to keep
it that way if we can.

Well, maybe I
could ride with you.

Send Ma some money.

Now, you get that stuff
out of your head, Travis.

You ain't cut out for that.

That's a flat out no, Travis.

You gotta stay and
take care of Ma.

Look, I done tried everything.

There just ain't nothing else.

That's it, now, Travis.

That's how she stays,
you understand?

Come on, you'd best
be getting back.

Come on.

You know, you fellas,
you've got a life.

Ma and me, we ain't
got nothing but a name.

Hey, Travis.

Wait a minute, boy.

Listen, the next time
we're up this way we

might have a good
stake, and we'll

talk again about that farm.

Yeah.
Yeah.

Sure.

Next time.

He, uh-- he makes that
freight office sound real easy,

don't he?

We owe that lady.

Uh-huh.

All these years, we ain't
never given her nothin'.

Kid's got salt.
He ain't crying.

You figure-- suppose we
hit that freight office.

Dillon's town?

Yeah, but suppose
we hit it anyway.

I mean, at night, on the quiet.

Cut off, and send
all the money to--

To her?

How are your brothers?

They're all right.

I met Mr. Burke.

It was out of his hands.

I wasn't blaming him none.

I guess the world is just
asking more patience from you.

More than maybe should be asked.

Aw, we got patience.

Had it in New Orleans,
Galveston, and Baton Rouge.

Why did you want to see
your brothers tonight?

To ride with them?

Well, that's sure better
than what I'm doing.

They've only got a grave
ahead of them, Travis.

You've got a life.

I've got nothing,
and either have you.

And whatever Clayton
and Virg have got,

they're not getting walked on.

They're just taking
what's owed 'em.

I'm not sleepy.

I'm going for a walk.

Travis.

You ever had any
hard liquor before?

You've got my dollar, ain't ya?

Look, son, your mother finds
out you got drunk in my place,

I'll never hear the end of it.

[explosion]

Someone's blowing
up the freight lodge!

Somebody fetch the doc.

How much did he get?

Tommy and Palmer put
every nickel in the bank

this afternoon.

All right, move aside.

Move aside.

Let me see.

What happened?

I don't know, Bea.

I just don't know.

Now, some of you men
pick him up, please,

and take him into my office.

Now, handle him gently.

Pick him up gently.

Be easy.

Easy.

I don't know.

That's a strong boy you
brought into the world, Bea.

I mean, he's all right.

For now.

That's something we
want, considering

the shock to his system.

Thank you, doctor.

Well, now, I'm not
finished with him yet.

There's some surgery to be bone.

Surgery?

Bea, he has a piece
of glass in him.

If I probe for it
now, it breaks off.

I want to wait until he
regains some of his strength,

and his body starts to
push the glass back out.

How dangerous is it?

Long as it doesn't move
around, push it in further,

he'll be all right.

Can I talk with him?

Sure.

Soon as he wakes up.

I'm almost afraid to
ask the question, doctor.

Bea, you and I go
back a long way.

Since before Travis was born.

I guess maybe I know you
about as well as anybody.

Knew your husband.

Your boys.

Now, here.

I want you to do a
little favor for me.

Yeah.

I want you to drink that.

Doctor's orders.

What I'm working
my way around to,

Bea, is that I see a
lot of you in Travis.

Plenty of character,
plenty of strength.

But he has something else he has
to overcome-- this resentment

at being branded an outlaw.

I know.

It gets harder for
him all the time, Bea.

He's a young man, full of
pride, and full of strength,

and being rejected
for a reputation

he didn't want, doesn't deserve.

He's the last of the
Colters, and-- and yet

he's not a part
of the legend, but

being forever reminded of that.

You're talking about my
singing at the Bull's Head?

Bea, girl, I'd
never in this world

try to tell you how
to live your life,

but I do believe that every time
you sing "Aaron at the Gate,"

you're driving Travis away.

Like Virgil and Clayton.

[coughing]

Travis, don't yet.

I'll cut that out.

Don't move around like that.

Like back, there.

You want anything,
you just ask for it.

Here.

Just take it easy.

Just take it easy.

That enough?

Yeah.

How do you feel, Travis?

Like a-- like a wall of
that freight office hit me.

Yeah, I'm gonna-- I'm gonna
leave these two pills right--

right beside your bed, now.

If you have any trouble getting
to sleep, well, you take 'em.

Why did you do it?

Even you think that, huh?

You trying to tell me
it wasn't your brothers

inside that freight office?

No, it was them.

The utter stupidity of it.

You were helping
them, weren't you?

Oh, what difference
does it make?

I'm a Colter, aren't I?

You didn't answer my question.

I saw their horses, and
I knew they were in there.

And I wanted to warn 'em about
the deputy in the street.

That's not helping them.

Ma, it's just us
Colters against everyone,

and it's been that way since
Pa stood up to the railroad.

Now, you gonna tell me
it pays to be honest?

He'll be sleeping now, I guess.

Well, now, Bea, I
can give you something

to help you sleep, if you want.

No, thank you.

I've got some things
to think about.

All right.

You can think as
much as you want to,

but I don't want you to worry.

And I want you to get
back into your room

and start the-- oh, Mr. Burke?
-Hello.

Festus deputized me before
he rode out, doctor.

He wants me to
keep watch up here.

Mr. Burke, couldn't
you have found

something bigger than that?

A Gatling gun, maybe?

Well, yeah, but I don't
have a handgun, doctor.

Never mind.

Just step in.

Now, Bea, rest.

I want you to rest.

Where is Festus?

Well, he rode out
the fetch the marshal,

let him know the Colter
brothers are up this way.

Paul Sorenson's
missus is expecting.

I told them I'd set
up with her tonight.

Oh.

Here.

Here's some reading material.

You may enjoy that.

Just, uh, sit down
make yourself at home.

Thank you, doctor.

Sure.

Doctor?

Doctor!

[groaning]

The doctor's not here, Travis.

He's tending Mrs. Sorenson
down at River Street.

She's expecting.

Travis.

Get me the doctor!

Look, Travis--
Travis, you hold on.

I'll get the doctor right away.
-The doctor!

Quick!
-Hold on.

Bea?

Bea?

Are you in there, Bea?

What's wrong?

Doctor, is Travis--

Travis is gone.

He slipped away from Mr.
Burke, but I've got to find

him before that glass moves.

Now, do you have any
idea where he could go?

He'll be with his brothers.

Where are they?

I can't bring the
law to my sons.

They'll be riding.

Maybe they'll take Travis
to a doctor in another town.

Bea, your boy has a piece
of glass in him this long.

Now, if that moves
into his lung--

We'll-- we'll have to go alone.

Nobody goes with us.

You'll have to promise.

Festus has already taken word
of your sons to Marshal Dillon.

He needs no help from me,
but Travis may need me badly.

Now, we're wasting time, girl.

Precious time.

Well, Clayton and Virgil talked
of a shack, hidden in some

trees about five miles west--

Be right with you, Clayton.

Just been resting a minute.

How ya feeling?

I guess I had better days, but
I'll be making it just fine.

You're sweatin'.

Well, what do you expect?

This shack's a hotbox.

It ain't that hot, kid.

Look, I made it here, didn't I?

Sonora's a long ways.

You up to that?

Clayton, I got no
place else to go.

All right, just so's you
understand-- brothers aside,

there's going to be no
stopping, no falling back.

There's no percentage in
three being killed for one.

You understand that, kid?

VIRGIL: Hey, Clay?

You sit tight before
we getting saddled.

Be the last rest you're getting
for a while, so make it count.

Isn't that a buggy
coming this way?

Ma, coming in with somebody.

No one's following 'em.

At least a ways yet.

But buggy tracks-- it's like
a map, right to our doorstep.

Let's get going.

Thought you had
better sense now, Ma.

What are you trying to do,
put a rope around our necks?

Hey, Doc Chapman.

How far behind is the law?

That doesn't have
to be my concern.

Travis.

He needs surgery.

You have to go back
to Dodge with me.

I'm riding with
Clayton and Virg.

Not far you're not, son.

And I can guarantee that.

If you make it, kid, you
know where to find us.

Help me get him back to bed.

Come on.

Just be easy.

Easy.

Easy.

Easy.

Lie back down.

Lie back.

Once they get out
of the hills, they'll

probably head for the river.

We'll swing around, and
come in from the east.

A little bit of
advice that goes

with this doctoring, Travis.

Of course, your mother said it
before, but it bears repeating.

Son, why don't you come back to
town with us, tell your story?

Put a little trust in people?

You tell 'em I was
warning my brothers.

That story out to get me
about two years in prison.

Maybe five, considering
my name's Colter.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes.

That's right.

Colter.

Travis Colter.

In a hurry to catch up.

So what do you mean by that?

His brothers, gathering
in all the glory.

Written about in the newspapers.

Talked about in the saloons.

And poor Travis.

He hasn't quite made it yet.

So he's a man in a hurry.

No, correction.

A boy in a hurry.

Think whatever
you want, mister.

You like thinking that
you've been mistreated,

don't you, Travis?

You ask my ma, who's
been mistreated.

Who's had her life ruined.

Talk about putting
trust in people,

and it was people took it all
from us in the first place.

Took my pa, took our land.

Her sons.

The Colter legend.

Call it that, call it anything
you want, but don't you

preach to me.

I saw my Pa dying in his own
blood at the gate to our house.

I saw him--

You saw a drunk being shot
to death over a saloon girl.

Aaron at the gate?

Used to stumble over that gate
every night, after getting

himself blind drunk.

And who was following behind
that night, with a gun?

That girl's husband.

Ma, what are you saying?

I'm telling you your father
was shot over a saloon tramp.

I'm telling you I
had to sell our land

to pay off his gambling debts.

Everybody knows what
kind of man my pa was.

Oh, yes.

Even wrote songs about
him, didn't they?

Probably written
by the same hand

that wrote Ma Colter's revenge.

My brothers will tell
you what happened.

What's been told them, by me.

I was a widow left
with four sons.

I tried to give you boys a
father you could look up to,

instead of one you
had to live down.

I told the lie so often, I
began believing it myself.

Well, my mistake.

I wanted you boys
to have a father,

but what it was was an excuse.

And you've been using it as
a crutch ever since, Travis.

[gunfire]

Well, what are you waiting for?

There'll be Colter
bodies down there,

but the last Colter still has
to prove-- prove what, Travis?

Prove what?

Travis has a lot
of Laudanum in him,

but he's going to be awake long
enough for you to talk to him.

Marshal pinned Clayton
and Virgil down,

and they gave themselves up.

Taken off to Hayes for trial.

Well, I sure do
wish 'em the best.

I guess it's all we can do, huh?

I suppose that I'll be going
the same place they do, huh, Ma?

You're cleared, son.

The deputy testified
you had nothing

to do with that business.

Well, ain't that somethin'?

A deputy, standing
up for a Colter.

You just sleep.

There's lots to do tomorrow.

And think about.

I hope it's more than Laudanum
holding Travis here tonight.

I'd bet on it.

Any plans, Bea?

Well, I guess
I'll be moving on,

hoping Travis will be with me.

I have a hunch he will be.

Oh, Beatrice.

Girl, I know how much it
hurts you to tell him that.

Aaron with a fine man.

I never knew a better one.

He'd be proud of you.

A boy shouldn't think
bad of his father.

Some day, soon,
I'll tell him true.

And Travis will know you
lied to him this time,

but for the best
reason in the world.

Well, legends are kind of
hard to put down, doctor.

But I won't be singing
"Aaron at the Gate" anymore.

No harm in remembering
the words, though.

None that I can think of.

NARRATOR: Stay tuned
for exciting scenes

from our next Gunsmoke.

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