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NARRATOR: "Gunsmoke," starring
James Arness as Matt Dillon.

I found one!

Yeah, that's a nightcrawler.

Fat as a Kansas hog.

Nightcrawler in the daytime?

Yeah.

He was trying to slick
you, but you surprised him.

Bet he never come across
anybody as crafty as you before.

Yes, sir, that oughta bring
the fish a-biting, guaranteed.

Can we go now?

Not just yet.

You go clean up the pond,
then you can go fishing.

Aww.

Go on, do your chores.

Hound and me'll go
on down the creek

and tease the fish a mite
before you get there.

If you help me, I'll be
finished in half the time.

Oh, no, uh-huh.

I've been up before daybreak.

I milked that blame cow.

I fed the stock, sweet
talking that stubborn hen

into laying enough eggs
for a decent breakfast.

Nothing but backache
and work around here.

You know, I've been thinking
of cutting and drifting again.

Yeah, you've been
thinking of that two years.

Well, it's your fault. You
made me so blame comfortable.

Drago, you ain't
ever leaving, are you?

Well, I'm not gonna
stay around here forever.

Now, you go on and get your
rake and do your chores,

or we'll have that
whole creek fished

out before you get there.

Come on, Hound.

[neighs]

Gimme that.

Is there anyone
else around here?

No.

Where's your man?

He's gone.

Get them horses!

Hurry it up!

Come on.

There ain't but
one worth taking.

Hannon!

Hannon, this boy's hurt bad.

[barks]

[barks]

[whimpers]

[whimpers]

[theme music]

[barks]

DRAGO: Easy, boy, easy.

Howdy.

This your place?

Owner's in yonder dead.

Boy's hurt bad.

He's gonna die, too, if we
don't get him to a doctor.

I was afraid to move him.

-Larry.
-Yes, sir?

Give Wheeler the fastest horse.

Send him to Dodge to
bring Doc Chapman out

here as fast as he can.

How long ago did it happen?

A few hours.

Then it was probably
the Hannon gang.

They looted a town up north.

Burned it to the ground.

Last I heard, they had
crossed the Cimarron

and they were headed
for the Nations.

I figured.

Did they get any
fresh horses from you?

Just one.
Mine was out to pasture.

What's your name?

I'll need it for my records.

Drago.

Yeah.

Last I heard of you, you
were, uh, riding for the Army

down by Rio Grande
country, weren't you?

Yeah.

They cut me loose a
couple of years ago.

Too old.

Drago, I'd like
to ask you a favor.

Ask.

Well, I gotta ride to
Hayes to testify at a trial.

A man's life depends on it.

And we're gonna
waste a lot of time

when I can get back and
lead this posse again.

I'd like to deputize you.

Have you ride with this posse.

You can get after
that Hannon gang

just as soon as the
horses are rested.

What do you say?

I was kind of figuring
on running them

wild hogs down myself, Marshal.

I understand how
you feel, Drago.

But why not do it with this?

I better go sit with the boy.

Who is he, Marshal?

Name's Drago.

The Drago?

The mountain man?

That's the man.

I was just a kid when
he and Jim Bridger

were cutting the trail
through Laramie Pass.

He's gonna be riding with you,
too, so you better look sharp.

How is he?

I'm afraid he's
not gonna make it.

What do you mean,
he's not gonna make it?

He's lost the will to live.

His mother's dead.

I gather you'll be moving on.

You could save
him if he'd fight?

I think there's
a chance I could.

The doctor says
you're ready to turn

up your toes to the daisies
without even a fight.

They killed her, Drago.

Killed her.

I know, boy.

I know.

But life's gotta go on.

I'm getting old, son.

My days are short and, not to
mention, they run together.

I wish knew how
to slow them down.

Get a good hold
on each day, son.

Touch it and taste it and
squeeze every bit out of it,

before it moves on for good.

Ain't no bringing
back what's gone.

Now, right now, your
days seem kinda empty.

But we're gonna fill them.

But you're leaving.

Oh, sure, someday.

But, uh, you could come
along if you were minded.

You promise?

Course I do.

Only by that time,
you'll probably

wanna strike out
by yourself or get

lassoed by something in calico.

No, I wanna go with you.

You sure?

Yes.

Wouldn't know it the
way you've been acting.

You got about as much life
as a toad in a snowstorm.

You're feeling
sorry for yourself.

Ain't no use lying there
drowning in your own tears.

There's catfish to be
caught, a horse to be

broke and partnered
with, your first smoke,

your first taste of whiskey.

And women-- well,
we'll, uh, we'll have

a talk about that a mite later.

Now, if you wanna
get all that in,

you better go along with
what the doctor says.

I will.

I know you will.

Drago, Hound, he don't like me.

Sure he does.

I ain't been able
to pet him, not once.

He always growls at me.

Well, I warned you about
getting chummy with him.

Sometimes, he's kinda snippy.

I wanna be friends.

Well, he's a maverick.

He's got a mean,
mulish disposition.

Like you.

I reckon.

I'll have a talk with him.

He changed his mind.

Where are you going?

Riding.

Alone?

Posse doesn't
leave till morning.

Posses are slow and noisy.

Hound and me does a
lot better on our own.

Come on, Hound.

[barks]

Gillis, go up there
and take a look around.

How much further's the line?

I don't know.

We been riding for days.

I said, I don't know.

Hannon!

It's that old farmer,
the one that shot at us.

HANNON: That ain't no farmer.

FLAGG: He sure don't
track like one.

I've seen his breed before.

Figures he's get
a score to settle,

and he ain't gonna let up
till he's got every one of us

under the dirt.

FLAGG: What are we gonna do?

HANNON: We ain't
gonna do nothing.

Could be there's a posse
hanging around close,

and a shot would
bring them down on us.

[growls]

Wear them down.

I bet they're
watching us right now.

Makes it kind of
interesting, don't it?

I never figured that one to know
we was in the same territory.

Where's your posse, boy?

It's coming.

I was wondering why
you took off alone.

I work better that way.

Well, right now, you're
riding vigilante style,

and you've been deputized.

You're supposed to be
riding with the posse.

Well, if I don't
wear this badge,

I can keep riding
when you gotta stop.

-That's what I'm afraid of.
-I'm an old man.

Might slow you down.

All I'm worried about
is keeping up with you.

And we can use your experience.

Well, Deputy, appears
like you see something more

than gray hair and old bones.

Could be.

[barks]

Flagg?

It's my horse.

What's the matter with it?

Well, he's had it.

I'll have to ride
double with one of you.

You're on your own.

Now, listen, Hannon.

I ain't gonna hold you down.

You knowed how it was
before you come with us.

Goodbye, Flagg.

[growls]

Did they pass by this way?

About an hour back.

Well?

Shouldn't we be
heading after them?

Oh, steady now.

One thing you gotta learn
about trailing-- you

don't go after a man like
a blind dog in a meat shop.

Trapped, he'll turn
on you like an animal.

Mountain cat makes his kill
clean 'cause he waits for it.

[growls]

Mmm.

Why don't you fellas
ride on ahead?

I'll catch up.

Are you feeling all right?

Yeah.

Just that time is a mite
unkind to these old bones.

I'll rest them a
bit and catch up.

All right, sir.

They're headed straight south.

Ride easy and dogged, and
you'll wear them down.

Yes, sir.

[whimpers]

DRAGO: Maybe the Army
was right, after all.

May just be I can't keep up
with these young bucks no more.

Reckon I should've
stayed in bed.

I'm beginning to feel older
than some of these trees.

Cold bite in the air, too.

I remember one winter
a couple winters back.

One of them Dakota winters,
with a cold that won't get

out of your bones until July.

A mountain cat killed my mule
and spooked off my horse.

Got down to him
and me in the cold.

It was three days just sizing
and stalking each other.

[growls]

Shh.

Finally, that cat got
anxious and made a bad move,

and I-- move that gun one
inch, and you're dead.

Which one of you
killed the woman?

Who?

[gunshot]

You men stay put.

Loco.

I had the drop on him, and
he still tried to beat me.

Hurry it up.

We ain't got all day, kid.

Riding hard ain't
gonna make it.

This cinch is about to bust.

Well, now, that's
your hard luck.

[growls]

They're up there
in those rocks.

You sure?

That dog of mine is,
and he's usually right.

They're coming.

It's that mountain
man and his dog.

Pull up, pull up.

Easy.

There goes two of them.

Let's get them.

[growls]

[gunshot]

Hound.

[growls]

Get up.

I had nothing to do with it.

With what?

That woman getting killed.

Oh, it runs true when one
of your breed get treed

and you have to face up
to what you've been doing.

You fold like a bad poker hand.

Which one of you
killed the woman?

It was Hannon that shot her.

Which one of them
lizards is he?

The old guy.

The boy?

That was an accident.

That boy, I tried to help him.

Hound flushed us
another coyote.

Deputy, he meant to kill me.

If you hadn't come riding
in just now, I'd be dead.

The fact is, I was tempted.

[gunshots]

Come on!

Get on your horse
and ride between us.

Hurry up.

I said it.

Push them anxious, and
they'll turn on you.

Come on.

We didn't figure this.

We had them on the run.

Now, they're bushwhacking us.

Go on back, Deputy, and
take your greeners with you.

You're all just
getting in the way.

When it comes to
tracking and trailing,

Hound and me don't
need no company.

Newly?

Larry, take Don and the
prisoner back to Dodge.

-You going after him?
-That's right.

[growls]

Hound!

He had his eye on your
Adam's apple, boy.

You're getting to be
quite a tracker, Deputy.

Well, right now, it's my job.

I could've took you for them.

No, sir, you got too
much experience for that.

You figuring on riding with me?

No.

You're riding with me.

It was me who was
left in charge.

I know how you felt about
the woman and the little boy.

But Marshal Dillon don't
like people that take

the law into their own hands.

Sure, Deputy.

We'll just run them to death.

Is there anybody
else around here?

Just my wife up at the wagon.

Go tell her good
morning, Trask.

Come on.

[growls]

Run to ground.

Looks like there might
be some people down there.

Let's be careful.

Let's flush them, Hound.

[gunshots]

I got a gun on this woman.

I'll kill her.

Drop the gun and let
her go, or I'll kill you.

[growls]

Which one are you?

Name's Trask.

Where's Hannon?

I got Hannon right here.

I want him.

What for?

He's the one that killed her.

Well, he's going to
Dodge alive, Drago.

What are you gonna do?

I swore I'd kill you on sight,
but I ain't one for cold blood.

So you're gonna get a chance.

What about Flagg?

You killed him.

He called it.

I ain't never been one
for lies, and there

ain't no reason to lie now.

What's gonna happen to me?

I don't care what
happens to you.

They can hang you.

It's Hannon I want.

I'm gonna run you.

I'm going to run you till
you're nothing but running meat.

And then I'm gonna
run you to ground.

Now, get those irons off.

Get them off!

Deputy'll tell what happened.

Now, run.

[growls]

Easy, old dog.

Ain't no hurry.

We'll let him thrash
around all night.

He ain't gonna get nowhere.

We'll hog tie that
one over there,

and at dawn, we'll
commence tracking.

Couldn't be too far, even
if he left in the dark.

Did you hear anything?

Me and my wife
woke before light.

Both reckon we heard a horse.

Yeah, he let Hannon--
Hannon run for it last night.

So he could track him
down in the morning.

Took his irons off
and cut him loose.

I seen him ride out just before
light, like the farmer said.

Sir, I'm gonna have
to ask you to help me.

Do what I can.

Ride into the nearest
town, get a lawman,

bring him out here, and make
sure he gets into custody.

Glad to.

Obliged.

DRAGO: You ain't
got a cold, do you?

[whimpers]

Might as well have left you with
them coyotes for all the help

you've been this morning.

[barks]

That's more like it.

[growls]

I reckon this is the
end of the trail.

[barks]

[growls]

You're in there somewhere,
ain't you, Hannon?

Gonna turn Hound on you soon.

Let him chew you
out in the open.

Once Hound's got you treed,
I'm gonna gut-shoot you.

Let you wrassle
yourself to death.

[barks]

[growls]

Don't fret.
We're gonna get him, boy.

Just let him sweat a while.

No use running no more!

Won't do you no good.

I got savvy and Hound.

Know how he come on that name?

Apaches named him.

I was riding as scout at
the time out at Fort Logan,

tracking a renegade.

He's kinda old,
but Hound made up

for what the years took away.

He flushed out them poor
Indians like prairie chickens.

Whole Apache Nation was
having nightmares about us.

They gave him a name
in Apache that I

couldn't repeat
in polite society,

so I just took to
calling him Hound.

'Cause he sure did hound them.

He'd hold back, quiet
and still, like a summer

thunderhead building
up, dark and dangerous.

Then when you least expect
it, he come down on you

like hellfire and brimstone!

[growls]

Get him.

[barks]

[barks]

OK, boy.

[whimpers]

I'll get you out of there.

[whimpers]

Quiet down.

[scratching]

Hannon, it's me.

Open up.
This is the deputy.

Get it open!

That old man, he's blood crazy.

We got one chance, my horse.

You swing on the back of me.

Now, come on.

Go get him, Hound.

[barks]

Hound!

Take a mite more
luck than you've got

to get away from Hound and me.

I was tempted to kill you
slow, a bit at a time.

But I'm gonna make it clean.

[gun clicks]

Drago, he ain't worth killing.

He is to me!

Ever since they
rode off that farm,

I haven't thought
of anything else.

I'll feel better when it's done.

NEWLY: Well, what
about the little boy?

The doctor said the only
thing that kept him alive

was knowing he'd be with you.

Well, you kill Hannon,
and he'll be all alone.

Because you'll hang.

Keep your words
to yourself, boy!

What you're trying to say
is killing Hannon's more

important than that little boy.

But you can't have it both ways.

Well, go on.

Shoot him.

That little kid can
make out on his own.

Not what I started out
for, but it's something.

You're good with words, Deputy.

Go take him in.

Boy looks fine, don't he?

[barks]

Me and him has had a
little talk about you.

He thinks you don't like him.

He'd like to be friends.

[whimpers]

Now, you listen.

From now on, it's gonna
be the three of us,

so you might as well
get used to the idea.

[barks]

Don't give me no sass back.

Both of us gonna have
to do some changing.

[barks]

Now, I want you to
make it up to him.

You hear, Hound?

[barks]

I mean it.

[whimpers]

[neighs]

Drago!

Son.

Drago, I missed you.

I missed you, too, a mite, son.

Well, maybe you hadn't
oughta leave your fishpole

lying there like that.

You might get a bite.

Go on.

We got a lot of
years for talking.

You better start minding
me, or you and me

is gonna tangle in the brush.

He looks fine.

He is.

He started getting well right
after you talked to him.

[whimpers]

You know, Drago, as a
doctor, it might help me

if I knew what you said to him.

I just told him there
wasn't no catfish in Heaven.

NARRATOR: Stay tuned
for exciting scenes

from our next "Gunsmoke."

[theme music]