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

[SOUND OF WIND BLOWING, SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[sound of gun cocking]

I've been looking for you for a long time, Cole.

Cole?

My name ain't Cole.

It's Currie, Jim Currie.

It's Cole all right.

That limp's a dead giveaway.

I've been trailing you and that Lazy L herd for a whole month,

right to this town.

Now listen to me, mister, I ain't this Cole.

And I ain't with the Lazy L. It went out this morning to Dodge,

I swear it!

Strike a match.

Sure, sure.

If you know Cole, you'll know that I ain't him.

All right.

You keep your mouth shut about this,

or I might transfer my interest to you.

Mister, it never happened.

[theme music]

[tense music playing]

[sheep bleating]

[dog growling]

There he is!

[gunshot]

I think I got him.

[dog whining]

Look, there's a trace of blood.

I don't see no sign of it leading no place, do you?

No.

Guess I only creased him.

Before the light plays out on us,

we'd maybe take a ride over to that wash.

See if we can pick up a sign there.

[dog whining]

Somebody's dog hurt himself.

[dog barking]

Don't get too close.

That shooting we heard, must be the wild dog they're hunting.

JONATHAN: He sure ain't friendly.

Of course he ain't.

He's wild!

Marieanne, the blaze and the white boots--

he ain't wild at all.

He's Dobie come home!

It is him, Marieanne, it's Dobie.

Come on, Dobie, we're not gonna hurt you.

[dog growling]

JONATHAN: Come on, Dobie, remember us?

Come on.

JONATHAN: You remember us.

Hey, you kids!

Get away from that dog!

You kids belong to that farmhouse over there?

Yes, sir.

Well then you get to it, and fast!

ABELIA: What's the matter with you?

JONATHAN: It was Dobie, Ma, he came back.

We could tell by the blaze and the white boots.

What are you talking about?

Their mother, I take it?

Not much more than name only, you can't teach your kids

not to chase after a wild dog.

About one more minute, he'd a torn

the throats out of these kids.

I ought to lick you both till you can't sit down.

But Ma!

You know the whole county's been looking for killer dogs.

But Ma, it was Dobie.

I don't care if it was Dobie or not.

He was only a pup when he run off.

That means he wouldn't remember you no more.

And if he's that wild dog that everybody's been looking for,

he is a very dangerous animal by now.

Now, get in my house!

Go on!

I'm sorry, mister, I guess I owe you thanks.

Kane, Howard Kane.

You can thank me by letting me use some tools.

I got a horse with a loose shoe and a sore foot.

There's a shoeing outfit in the barn.

There's a box of nails in there, too.

Oh, evening, Abelia.

What brings you out this way, Festus?

Well, me and Sam and the Burkes been tracking the last

of that wild dog bunch.

And I wanna tell you, he ain't too far from your pasture.

Well, you're a little late.

Kids come across a dog up in the hills about an hour ago.

They figure it's a pup they had about three years ago.

Do tell.

I'll tell ya, if he is, he ain't never gonna be the same again,

Abelia.

Not after running with that killer pack of dogs.

That's a stranger just happened by.

He chased the dog away.

Huh.

He's making hisself right at home, ain't he?

What's his name?

Howard Kane.

Well, maybe I'd ought to just stay around for a while

till he leaves.

I mean, you not knowing nothing about him or nothing like that.

Oh no, his horse just got a shoe

that needs a little fixing.

Um, it's awful nice of you, Festus, but I'm

sure we'll be all right.

Yes ma'am.

Well, I'm thinking that's about all I've came by to tell you,

Abelia.

So I'll see ya again one of these days.

Come by more often.

Yes, and much obliged to you, Abelia.

Be sure and tell the young'uns howdy for me.

I'll do it.

ABELIA: How's the shoeing coming?

Oh, it's fine.

You're welcome to eat here if you're a mind to.

I've got a ham roast in there we wouldn't

eat in a week of Sundays.

Well , I'm much obliged.

Uh, ma'am, just say no if you want to-- I ain't easily

offended-- but I'd like to keep my horse

off that leg for a while.

Well, there's a room in the barn

for when I hire a man to turn the fields in the spring.

I'd appreciate it.

Matthew, Doc.

DOC: Festus.

You just get back?

FESTUS: Yeah, I went clean out to Abelia's place, Matthew.

DOC: What are you pestering her for?

FESTUS: I wasn't pestering her, Mr. Know-it-all!

That Beecher was in.

He claims that dog got one of his lambs last night.

That sure don't surprise me none, Matthew, the way

that slippery hound circles and backtracks.

I'll tell you something-- he's just pure old out-thinking me.

Huh, that's not surprising.

Your mule out-thinks you all the time.

FESTUS: All right, smart aleck.

Festus, Sam seems to think that dog may be wounded now.

Well, if he is, he's still covering a whole heap

of ground, Matthew.

He wound up out at Abelia's house.

Them young'uns of hers thinks that

it could be a pup that run off here a couple of years back.

Where's the dog now?

Oh, some stranger riding by run him off.

And I can't say that I think too much of that feller, neither.

Oh, you're just jealous, that's all.

Oh, jealous my foot.

He just had a look about him, that's all.

Who is he?

Oh, some feller named Kane.

Not Howard Kane?

You know him?

I know Howard Kane all right.

It was his gang that was involved in that range war

down at Midland about five years ago.

Oh yeah, I heard of that.

There's was a whole mess of fellers killed, wasn't there?

All of his men were killed.

He was the only one survived.

Seems to me he was laid up for a year or so.

Did he say anything about coming to Dodge?

Well, I didn't talk to him, Matthew.

I just seen him, that's all.

DILLON: There used to be a poster on him.

I'll take a look for it.

What have you been hanging around

out at Abelia's for anyway?

I wasn't hanging around her place.

I just rolled by.

I think it's a disgraceful thing the way-- the way

you lead that woman on and make her think that you're anything

but a confirmed bachelor.

Oh, fiddlesticks.

The honorable thing for your to do if you're going

to court somebody is just--

Well, who's courting somebody?

Well, you are!

That's what you said.

And I think what you ought to do is just pop the question.

Pop the question?

DOC: Just ask her!

Well, you meddly old scudder you.

There ain't nothing that says that a feller and a shemale

can't look at one another the way that fellers and shemales

does, without the shemale or the feller

figuring that it's gotta be a marrying, mooning, kind

of a courting kind of a look?

You see?

KANE: Evening, Mrs. Johnson.

You got enough blankets?

KANE: Yeah, plenty, thanks.

This is the time of day I always look forward to most.

Kids asleep, chores are done.

Nothing to do but look at the night.

How long you been widowed?

Oh, since the kids was no more than babies.

Well, woman like you won't lack for men's attention

for very long.

Well, I guess when your mind's on raising kids,

the time just passes.

You don't think about yourself too much.

Well, you'll get very little thanks later on for not

putting yourself first.

You married?

Got any children?

No.

Well, I wasn't looking for no thanks from my kids,

but it don't appear to me that you're

one to be passing judgment.

Well, people are people once they

learn to fend for themselves.

Everybody's alone once you get past the smiles

and the pretty words.

Maybe you're just judging others

by what you see in yourself.

Maybe so, maybe not.

There's more honesty in that wild dog

out there than any six people I ever

met in my life put together.

Oh no, no, if that is true there'd

hardly be a day in your life that was worth remembering.

Mrs. Johnson, when was the last day you found

any more than just livable?

[dog whining]

You didn't have to get up to chop that wood.

No reason for you to feel obligated.

Well, I'm accustomed to paying my own way.

If your horse still don't feel up to it,

you can ride into town on the buckboard with us.

Maybe you can rent a horse at the livery for a day or two.

Uh, yeah, I could.

Uh, there's something I was thinking about--

give you another chance to say no-- that room in the barn's

a lot better than any Dodge City hotel

room with a bunch of trail hands keeping you awake

half the night.

I noticed you got a fence need repair,

is that a fair exchange?

Except, uh, I think you got reasons

other than a noisy Dodge street for wanting

to stay out of town.

Well, maybe, uh, maybe me and the law

don't hit it off too well.

But I just don't want no deputy trailing me around.

Are you a gunman?

I have been.

You wanted?

There was a time I was.

That frighten you?

Well, if you admit it, I guess not.

JONATHAN: Hey, it's Dobie!

[dog growls]

It's all right, boy.

He won't bite, I don't think.

Will you, Dobie?

You remember us, don't you?

He's getting friendlier.

Sure, bet he even remembers us.

Right, Dobie, remember us?

Look at the blood.

Maybe Ma has some medicine for it.

Oh, we can't tell Ma.

Then she'd have to tell the marshal

that we've got the wild dog.

But he ain't wild now.

Any he belongs to us.

He's our Dobie!

They'd still shoot it.

Well, that isn't fair.

Grown-ups mostly isn't.

Can't tell nobody, at least until he gets better.

Maybe he'll show everybody he's tame now.

I know where we can get the medicine-- from Dr.

Adams when we go into town!

Yeah, good idea.

Hear that, Dobie?

We'll make you better.

Whoa.

Now listen, I don't figure to be here no more than an hour,

so I don't want to be running around looking for you kids.

All right, Ma.

Look.

That's the fellow that's beating your time with Abelia,

ain't it?

Well, that there's that Howard Kane feller,

if that's what you're talking about.

Well, he brought her into town.

Good heavens, you don't supposed he's staying out there

at the farm with her, do you?

Huh?

It ain't none of your business if he is.

Gosh, he sure is a rugged, handsome-looking fella.

I don't blame you for being jealous.

[chuckles]

Jealous!

Well, good morning, Abelia.

Morning, Festus.

I don't reckon you had no trouble

with that feller, Mr. Kane?

No, should I have?

Well, no ma'am.

But then, him being a stranger and all,

and you not knowing if he, well, kind of him

not being exactly what he's appearing to be.

Are you saying that he's been in trouble with the law?

He told me.

He did?

But thank you anyway, Festus.

I got to get on with my shopping.

Yes ma'am.

[kids talking at the same time] -Oh hello.

Oh, well, you're Marieanne and Jonathan.

My gosh, how you've grown.

Just like a couple of weeds.

We've come to ask you something.

Well, I hope I can answer it.

What is it?

Well, it's about an animal.

He sorta hurt himself.

His leg.

He sort of scraped it.

What kind of an animal?

Um, a lamb.

Oh, a lamb huh?

Well, about the only thing you can do for a scraped leg

is put some salve on it.

I guess that's what we need then, some salve.

Tell you what you do, there's some salve.

Now you just kind of spread that all over, you know,

where he hurts.

And just wrap it in a nice clean bandage.

And that'll do it, I think.

But we don't have any money, Dr. Adams.

Well, I'll tell ya, I'll just take your note for 30 days.

How's that?

Thank you, Dr. Adams!

Thank you, Dr. Adams!

Come on!

COWBOY: And we all kept telling him

he didn't have no excuse for sand flies

in the beans and stew.

But he wouldn't listen good.

So old Windy and old Horseface, they go out

and they catch themselves half a dozen rattlers.

Guess what old Cookie had in his bedroll

every night for a whole week?

You don't mean they put a live rattler in his bed?

Oh, Sam, we took the fangs out first.

Course old Cookie didn't know the difference.

I'll tell you once thing though, after that them sand flies

become scarce in our grub.

[laughter]

Yeah, a cook sure makes a trail ride, that's for sure.

That's one thing that'll probably never change.

Cook and a ramrod, got your belly and backside.

Oh, that's sure the truth.

Barkeep, I would like to buy these gentlemen

a round of drinks.

Well, thanks a lot, mister.

Sounds like you've rode with more than a couple of outfits.

Well, I came up the old Santa Fe a couple of times.

Hey, how is the Lazy L outfit doing these days?

COWBOY: Doing fine.

Be in tomorrow.

Oh, now I heard they got a new ramrod that really

is pushing the boys hard.

Oh, you mean Bowers.

Oh, I thought his name was Cole.

Maybe I got it wrong.

He's a big fella with a stove-up leg.

He doesn't come into town much.

He just camps off by himself mostly, they say.

No, that'd be Bowers all right.

Probably saving his pay staying out of town.

Come to think of it, that's not a bad idea.

If we'd a done that all them years,

we'd probably be driving our own cows!

Wouldn't have no fun, though.

[laughter]

To your health, mister.

Listen, you keep defanging those rattlesnakes.

Good cooks are hard to come by, sand flies and all.

You bet!

We're gonna do it!

Marshal.

Good morning, Kane.

It's been a few years, Matt.

I've heard a lot of stories about you over the years.

Last one had you in bed for life.

I finally convinced a surgeon in St.

Louie there was nothing to be lost going in after the bullet.

That shootout in Midland, I've hard talk

that you're hunting down the man that double-crossed you.

You don't dignify a back-shooter

by calling him a man.

Well, he was a man.

His name was Jack Cole.

Any truth to the rumor you've been hunting

him down for four years?

Four years hunting an animal?

That wouldn't make much sense, would it?

Sure wouldn't.

Especially if he's not worth killing.

It's always nice seeing you, Matt.

Kane.

You know, the trouble with killing

a man, whether he needs it or not, you get hanged for it.

[chickens clucking]

[door hinges squeaking]

You got the salve?

JONATHAN: I'm getting it.

Here, you got the bandages?

Yeah, a whole bunch of them.

See?

Let's go.

You seen my kids, Mr. Kane?

Yeah, they're just heading up the hill

with some salve and bandages.

That dog.

Maybe we should give him some milk and maybe some bones.

Maybe only some milk.

He shouldn't be eating until he feels better.

[dog growling]

Kids, get away from that dog.

But Ma, it's Dobie.

I said, get away.

Come on.

Now get on back to the house.

But, what's gonna happen to Dobie?

He's got to be done away with, now you know that.

Dobie wouldn't hurt anybody.

Just look at him.

JONATHAN: Yeah.

Well, if he's the dog's been killing all the stock,

he is hurting people.

Suppose he isn't the dog that did all the killing?

I don't know anything about that.

That's up to the marshal.

Can't we just keep him for tonight?

I mean, until his leg gets better?

And he might eat something.

You always said to be kind to dumb animals, Ma.

Please, Ma?

He's really gentle.

We've been petting him, and he remembers us.

Honest, he does.

Please, Ma.

All right.

But the marshal's gonna have to come out here,

and that's all there is to it.

Now just get on back to the house.

But what about Dobie?

We'll just tie him up alongside the barn there.

All right, Ma.

[dog growling]

KANE: You do any snapping, my friend,

and you'll never see morning.

He does act awful tame now.

The bullet just creased him.

Seems a shame.

Don't waste your sympathy on him.

You don't reclaim a wild dog.

Once they've killed, it's in the blood.

Does that apply to men, too?

Don't try to make something out of nothing.

He isn't eating, Ma.

Well, just leave him be.

You kids get on in the house now.

You've got chores to do.

Go on.

I'll be leaving, Mrs. Johnson.

Leaving for where?

My horse is fit.

And I've got something that needs doing.

I'll be passing through Dodge.

I'll tell them you've got the dog out here.

Oh, um, I'd appreciate it if you'd

ask them to make sure it's the dog's been killing the stock

before they do away with it.

I'd kind of like to set my mind at rest

about that for my kids' sake.

I'll mention it.

You said you used to be a gunman?

I said that.

Are you still?

Maybe.

You know, I've often wondered what-- what makes a man

use a gun against another man.

I mean, when it's so plain that he could be anything

he wanted to be.

It would appear as you- you've just

given up on yourself because you don't want to be different.

Mrs. Johnson, don't try to tell me how to live my life when

you're afraid to live your own.

Who says I'm afraid to live my own?

I'm not afraid to reach out and touch life.

I don't sit and dream into a night sky.

What I want to do, I do.

What you want, you're afraid to do.

I'm not-- I'm not-- I'm not afraid of anything.

I mean, I've got--

Dishonesty doesn't become you, Mrs. Johnson.

You're not all that angry.

Matthew, you wanted to see me, did you?

Yeah, the wild dog turned up.

Howard Kane rode in a while ago, said

it showed up at Abelia's place.

It showed up out there again, huh?

Abelia wants to keep the dog until somebody

can identify it as the one that did the killing.

Well, like I told you, Matthew, them young'uns of hers think

that could be a pup of theirs that

run off a couple of years back.

Reckon they could be right about that?

Well, it could be.

Ed O'Connor can identify it because he

got a good look at it the night it killed one of his calves.

Take him with you in the morning.

All right.

Matthew, supposing that there is the dog

that's been doing that killing?

Well, if it is, there's only one thing to do.

Yes, sir.

[cattle mooing]

You're slowing down, Cole.

There was a time when you'd have drawn and fired on instinct.

We'd both feel a lot more comfortable if you'd put

both hands back on that bottle.

Oh, lord.

Oh, I've got to explain something.

Oh, I knew you'd have an explanation.

I mean, any man that would sell out the friends he was

riding with, shoot one of them in the back,

he's got an explanation.

I mean, you've got feelings, Cole.

You didn't enjoy doing what you did.

No, I sure didn't.

I really, truly didn't.

I mean, there was more to it than just

the money they paid you.

I ain't gonna do it, Howard.

You ain't gonna do what?

Go for my gun while you look like you're lighting a cigar.

I know you better than that, Cole.

You need more of an advantage, like a-- like a man's back.

They did pay me, Howard.

But it was more than the money, like you said.

They said they'd kill you.

That's right.

And they said if I didn't help, they were gonna come after me.

And they were going to drag me out in the middle of the night,

and they wanted to slice me up with a knife.

They sure knew how to size up their man, didn't they?

I didn't see no way out.

All right, stand up.

You can have one more drink out of the bottle if you want.

Oh, please, don't.

Come on, Cole.

You're a minute from dying.

A little dignity, a little pride, give yourself that much.

I ain't much for begging, Howard,

but I will if you want me to.

See Howard, I'm nothing.

I'm so scared, I'm sick, Howard.

Look at me.

I've been like this for four years.

Scared you'd show up, changing my name, hiding out.

Oh, not eating, not sleeping.

Please, please, please, Howard, I'm begging you.

You get on you r feet!

You weren't this way then, crawling away

with your bullet in my back.

I heard Stevens begging for his life.

They were willing to let him off.

It was you who said, nobody lives!

You put a bullet in him!

I was scared!

Oh god, I was scared of anybody left alive.

Please, Howard, please.

You keep hiding, Cole.

And you'd better travel some distance, because I may

change my mind and come back.

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

[sound of horse approaching]

What happened?

You might say an-- an error in judgment.

You know you've got to see a doctor.

You just-- you just know that.

I won't be nowhere near Dodge if I do.

Well, you can tell the marshal what happened.

Yeah, I came here to kill a man.

And-- and I did.

But you didn't do it on purpose.

I mean, you was just defending yourself.

Four years searching for a man and I

was just defending myself?

[grunting]

You can't just keep running now.

You're never going to have any chance for a normal life.

A normal life?

I got no more chance of changing the way I live than that dog

out there.

And no more chance of surviving turning myself in.

How far you think you're gonna get?

Well, I can't stay here.

Well, I can't leave you to go out that door just to crawl

off in some hole and die.

Well, it's better than the end of a rope.

Now, wait a minute.

What-- what about the kids' place up on the hill?

Nobody knows they got that little hiding

place up there in the bushes.

I'll keep them out of there, and you

just stay there until you feel like riding out some night.

You know, maybe after they stop looking for you.

Why should you do that for me?

Cause I got no brains, that's why.

I'll get you some blankets.

FESTUS: Morning, Abelia.

Festus.

Morning, Mrs. Johnston.

Hi, Ed.

FESTUS: I brung Ed out with me so he can tell us for sure

whether that's the dog that's been doing the killing.

See, he got a pretty close look at him that day

he killed that new calf of his.

He's right over here.

[dog growling] FESTUS: Howdy, young 'uns.

Hi, Festus.

Hi, Festus.

All right, boy, he's all right.

That's him, all right.

No mistaking those markings.

JONATHAN: He's all right.

He's not wild no more, Mr. O'Connor.

But he doesn't bite or nothing.

He just wants to be friends with people.

Now Marieanne, I agree that it might just be possible for him

to make adjustments to people.

Even some wolves do that.

But when a wild dog like him gets killing to eat,

well, you just can't hand-feed them again anymore.

Especially when he sees live, warm-blooded farm

animals around.

Well, Ed, I know that you farmers

have got every right to want to get ride of this here dog.

But don't you reckon he's been around the home place here

and around these young 'uns long enough

to where he ain't gonna want to be

killing no more for his feed?

Festus, you know what's gotta be done here.

Well, don't you think what Festus is saying might work?

Absolutely not, Mrs. Johnson.

Well, you give a wild dog like that a choice

between human-scented food and a live, warm-blooded farm animal,

there ain't no choice.

It's just instinct-- instinct for him

to go for that animal's throat.

You mean like that there lamb over yonder, huh?

[lamb bleating]

Especially lambs like that.

Why, that pack he's been running with,

why they-- they've brought down dozens, just since last spring.

Well, supposing we was to take that there little lamb yonder

and tie him off down yonder someplace.

And then the young 'uns here got a plate full of meat.

They be up on this side, and I was to lead old Dobie there

in betwixt the two.

Are you saying he'd go for that lamb's throat?

I'll bet you a flat hundred dollars he'll be

at that lamb in three seconds.

You ain't got a hundred dollars, no more than I have.

I'll tell you what we'll be doing here.

We'll be betting whether that dog lives or whether he don't.

How's that?

[lamb bleating]

Well?

Let's get some meat.

Yeah, come on.

DILLON: Abelia.

ABELIA: Marshal.

DILLON: Well, what's going on?

Oh, they're just testing the dog to see if he's still wild.

JONATHAN: Hurry up!

Come on!

ABELIA: Didn't you come about the dog?

No, I didn't, Abelia.

Man named Cole was killed last night.

I'm afraid it may have been Kane that did it.

Well, why didn't Festus mention it?

Well, he came out here this morning before I found out.

Why, why in the world would you think it's Mr. Kane?

Well, it's a long story, Abelia.

It goes back a long way.

Abelia, the tracks we've been following lead this direction.

Are you sure you haven't seen him?

You want to search my house?

Not if you tell me he isn't in there.

You can be sure I'm not going to have anybody around my kids

that's a killer.

FESTUS: Matthew, we're fixing to test this dog.

You want to watch?

Excuse me, Marshal, it's awful important for my kids.

DILLON: Abelia.

[lamb bleating]

DILLON: You go ahead, Festus.

I want to take a look around.

JONATHAN: Come on, Dobie!

Come on, Dobie, you can do it.

Come on, Dobie, this way.

That a boy.

Come on, come on, over here.

Come on, Dobie, you can do it.

Come on.

No, Dobie, over here.

Dobie!

See the food?

You can do it.

Dobie!

Dobie, get over here.

No, Dobie, don't go that way.

JONATHAN: Come on, Dobie!

See the food, Dobie, come on.

This way.

Come on, Dobie.

Good boy.

Please Dobie.

This way!

Just a little bit farther.

Come on!

This way!

Come on, Dobie!!

Come on!

Yay!

He did it! Good boy!

Marieanne, you young ones done good, didn't you?

He come right to you, just like I knowed he would.

Well, I guess he's your responsibility now,

Mrs. Johnson.

All right, Ed.

We'll keep him tied up until we're sure he's safe.

Bye, Mrs. Johnson, Marshal.

Abelia, how bad's he hurt?

Hurt?

I don't know.

It wasn't the kind of killing that you think, Marshal.

I'm still gonna have to bring him in.

Where is he?

Can I talk to him?

DILLON: You think it'll do any good?

I don't know.

But if you go up there by yourself,

there's gonna be shooting.

And I'm kind of hoping he gives hisself up.

Well, I hope so, too.

Well, he was here.

Kane!

DILLON: Kane!

Kane!

Kane!

Give it up!

[gun cocking]

[YELLING] You know, you said you stood

as much chance as that dog.

But you was wrong about him.

He didn't have to die, and you don't either.

Or maybe you do.

Maybe you don't have his brains!

Maybe you can't change because you're too dumb.

If you got free, you'd probably just always

be looking for some hole to crawl in,

some place that no human should ever be.

What's it gonna be, Kane?

All right, Marshal, I'm coming out.

Anybody every tell you you're a talky woman?

[kids chattering with dog]

JONATHAN: That's a good boy, Dobie.

Hi, Mr. Kane.

KANE: Hi, kids.

JONATHAN: We're teaching Dobie some tricks.

KANE: You kids sure are doing a good job.

JONATHAN: Come on, boy. Come on, Dobie.

ABELIA: You kids get over there and milk that cow.

JONATHAN: OK.

ABELIA: And see if you can do it without calling me.

[kids chattering]

It's been a long week.

The bullet Doc dug out of me was from Cole's Derringer.

Gave the judge enough proof, I guess.

Well, I knew everything would be all right.

Figured I'd ride this way and say goodbye.

You headed anyplace special?

Just maybe south.

Just get off by myself for a while.

Clear my mind of the last four years.

I wish you luck.

You think you'll be hiring a man come next spring?

Usually do.

I just might be riding through this way about that time.

-Bye, Mr. Kane! -Bye!

Goodbye, Marieanne.

Goodbye, Jonathan.

[theme music playing]

ANNOUNCER: Stay tuned for exciting scenes

from our next "Gunsmoke."

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