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NARRATOR: "Gunsmoke."

With Milburn Stone as Doc,
Amanda Blake as Kitty,

Ken Curtis as Festus, Buck
Taylor as Newly, and starring

James Arness as Matt Dillon.

Don't you people
believe in original sin?

Ain't word of Adam and
Eve got to Spearville yet?

Well then, let me just
tell you about them.

They fell into original
sin, and the good Lord

threw 'em out of
the Garden of Eden,

told them they was
to live in sorrow

and sweat and disease
and affliction

and all kinds of the
contagious calamity.

And that's the reason
that man can't talk,

and that's the reason
that woman can't walk,

and that's the reason
half of you got guitars

and [inaudible] and whatnot.

God's will.

Now, what do you expect
me to do about God's will?

Tear it up?

Whatever ye ask in
prayer, believe it.

You will receive it.

There you got it.

There you go
Reverend, believing.

That's the crux of the matter.

Well, now, that's what I said.

And not just that I believe
but that you believe.

How we believe.

Now, don't you go
around saying we don't.

And don't go blaming
me for Adam and Eve

falling into original sin.

All I fell into was a cistern.

What's your name, sister?

Dorcas Wentzel.

Dorcas Wentzel, do you
believe that I, Bohannan,

can make you walk again?

Do you believe that I can send
a prayer up to high heaven?

Your mouth's big enough.

Evenin', Lord.

This is your servant, Bohannan.

You can see I'm in
a place the name

of Spearville, state of Kansas.

Well, I uh-- I'm still
headin' on to Dodge City

like you told me to.

And like usual, I'm going
to ask you for a sign.

If I'm a wastin' your holy
time here tonight, Lord,

I ask you knock me kicking
clean out of my jackboots

with one of your 99
caliber thunderbolts.

[crowd chatter]

So be it.

Now, first Lord, we've
got Dorcas Wentzel here.

She fell down a
cistern, busted her leg,

which misfortunately healed
biased onto the joint.

She ain't took a
straight step since.

Amen, brother.

Amen.

And then we got this pitiful
wretch over here, Lord.

MALE IN CROWD: His name
is Goody Stackpole.

Goody Stackpole.

I've heard of him.

So have you, Lord.

You know, he got drunk, pitched
head first into a snow bank,

throws out the
hinges of his jawbone

so tight he ain't
said a word since.

Well, if you could hear
the foul mouth on him,

you wouldn't be so eager
to get it thawed out.

MALE IN CROWD: She's
right about that, brother.

DORCAS WENTZEL:
First peace and quiet

we had in this town in years.

Hear me, Lord.

Hear me crying to you from
out of this bewilderness

of boils and abomination.

It is into your hands
I commend my spirit.

Sew into my hands,
put the healing

power of your holy word.

Amen.

Dorcas Wentzel, do you believe?

I believe.

Do you truly believe?

DORCAS WENTZEL: I do!

I believe!

Then stand up and walk.

You can do it, sister.

I know you can do it.

Now throw that crutch
away and come to me.

Just one step, sister.

Now, you watch out where
you're throwing things,

you old bag of bones.

I talked.

I'm talking!

[crowd chatter]

DORCAS WENTZEL: Hallelujah!

MALE IN CROWD: Dorcas,
Dorcas, you walked.

I never would have believed it.

[crowd chatter]

MALE IN CROWD: He's gotta
have God on his side.

MALE IN CROWD: Or the devil.

Lord, I give you thanks.

But I wish to high heaven
you'd find somebody

else for this here job.

DOC: Now, I want you to
raise your leg for me.

Raise it.

Can't you do better than that?

All right.

Try the left one now.

Come on, lift it.

Come on, Hank dear.

That's your good leg.

I'm doing my best.

All right.

That-- that-- that's fine, son.

That's just fine.

All right.

Why don't you get
dressed now, Hank.

Can I go to the store?

Yes, darling.

It's moved to his left leg.

Sit down, Lydia.

He hid that from me,
just like his father did

before it got too bad to hide.

Well, Lydia, you'd
know more about

that than I would,
because I only

knew Big Heck in
the early stages,

before you took
him to St. Louis.

Two, three months was all it
took to make an almost helpless

cripple out of a grown man.

I'm sorry, Lydia.

Thanks, Dr. Adams.

All we know is that
it-- it is hereditary,

that morphine is
the only thing that

will touch the pain
which, of course,

I'm sure you must have
given to Big Heck.

Of course.

All he wanted.

Near the end, the
pain is so terrible,

I think you would
give the patient

almost anything he asked for
just to stop the screams.

Hey, mister.

Hey, mister.

Are you a prestidigitator?

I certainly ain't.

I'm a Bohannan on my
father's side and nothing

but a Murphy on my mother's.

Well, you see, a
prestidigitator is a magician,

and I thought
maybe you were one.

Ha ha.

I know what it means, boy.

But you thought wrong.

I meant no offense, sir.

What's your name, boy.

Hector Walden, Jr., sir.

But most folks just call me
plain Heck since my daddy died.

Folks call me Bohannan.

Pleased to meet
you, Mr. Bohannan.

No mister to it, Heck.

You know, I was thinking
of hiring a boy to tack up

some posters, but
I notice you're

favoring that right leg there.

Don't you worry none about
this old leg, Bohannan.

I can get around
as fast as anybody.

Watch this.

Ya see?

Now, the main thing is to--
is to tack up these here,

but while you're
making the rounds,

you might just let
the sick and ailing

know that if everything
comes together right

and we get a real
believing crowd,

we might just possibly
have a healing.

A what?

A healing, boy.

Oh, nothing overpowering, just a
little colic maybe or sciatica.

I could pay you, say, a
nickel an hour to start.

Hector.

A nickel an hour, ma.

This here's Bohannan.

This is my ma.

He's going to pay
me a nickel an hour.

Pleased to know you, ma'am.

I'm pleased to meet
you Mr. Bohannan.

Just plain Bohannan,
if you please.

I'm going to help around
with the posters, ma.

I don't think so, Hector.

The doctor says
you need your rest.

Oh, please, ma.

I'll take it fearsome easy.

The work ain't hard, ma'am,
and he could go real slow.

Oh, well, I suppose
it'll be all right.

Thanks, ma.

Fine boy.

Thank you.

I was sorry to hear
about his father dying.

Something recent was that?

Oh, no.

Seven years ago.

That's just Heck's way
of talking, I guess.

Do you-- do you suppose it'd
be all right for him to help me

out at the gathering tonight?

Well, I don't allow him
out after dark, as a rule.

Even to a prayer meeting?

Prayer meeting?

You're a preacher?

Well, no ma'am.

But all he'd have to do is just
to beat the drum a lick now

and then or just play a little
mouth organ now and again,

if he's so inclined.

Well, as a matter
of fact, Hector

is very musically inclined.
-Good.

I'll think about
it, Mr. Bohannan.

You do that.

Think about attending
your own self too.

[humming]

Hey!

Oh, Lord!

Don't come a creepin' up
behind a man like that blowin'

your trumpet.

Are you that feller in
charge of this rickety pile

of planks, are you?

No, I ain't, but
I work for him.

Well, where's he at?

He's everywhere.

Up mostly.

Up.

Up where?

Up there.

I'm talking about the Lord High
God, deputy, for which I work.

He's in charge.

Now, you listen here, mister.

We got us an ordinance here in
Dodge that says that you can't

sell no potions of no kind how
some everly without old Doc

Adams provin' on
it first that it's

fittin' for public conniption.

Not even branch water?

Branch water?

You mean to say you been
a takin' these here folks

hard-earned money for water
that they could dip right outta

the river there own selves?

Folks pay good money
for ice, don't they?

Ice is a different thing.

Just froze up branch water.

You can pick it right
out of the river.

It ain't the same
thing, don't you see?

Costs money to keep ice.

Costs money for them there
bottles, stickin' them

labels on.

Just the same, I want Doc
Adams to look at this here.

All right, deputy.

There you go.

On the house.

You let me know what
he says, will you?

I'm going to be across
the street there putting

a little faith in myself.

FESTUS: Hey, mister.

That there ain't no church.

That there's a saloon.

Amen, brother.

We do thank God for
such small favors.

-Doc, Festus.
-Sam.

-Sam.
-Can I have a beer?

Yes, sir.

What's the matter with you?

I got this here
little kind of a--

Give him a beer, Sam.

Burt, what-- what's the-- what
are you looking at me for?

Well, there ain't no need
to take that tone, Doc.

DOC: What is it?

Well, the fact is,
all I got's a chip

off my elbow and still
stiff and hurtin'

more than a month later.

Well, you-- you just
don't heal very fast, Burt.

That's all.

Well, you're-- you're supposed
to be the healer around here.

Seems like every time
somebody's got a disorder,

you just put it in a sling.

I'm not a healer
or a miracle worker.

I'm a doctor.

Bohannan, I'll be coming
to your meeting tonight.

I can't seem to get
any satisfaction out

of a medical doctor, so a
man's justified in tryin'

whatever comes to hand.

I hope to see ya at the
meetin' tonight, doctor.

I'll be there.

Oh, you got nothing against
faith healing, then, huh?

In my opinion, private
or professional,

faith healing is the last refuge
of an incurable scoundrel.

You sure do speak
your mind, doctor.

If you feel that
way, maybe you best

not bother showing up at all.

Oh, no.

I'll be there.

And you can count on it.

Crotchety old coot.

Well, here's to the
meetin' tonight.

Well, I'll drink to that.

How'd you get the
gift, Bohannan?

What gift would that be, boy?

Your layin' on of hands.

The gift of healing.

Well, I tell ya, Heck, I don't
recount that story too often,

but you'll be able at
the meetin' tonight,

and I'll tell it for
all to hear, huh?

You must lead a wonderful life.

Well, there is
glory to it-- moving

around, helping
people, easing pain

and suffering here and there.

Where are all the places
you've gone to, Bohannan?

Name one.

Kansas City.

Been there.

Name another.

Louisville, Kentucky.

Been there too.

How about St. Louis?

St. Louis.

Sold three cases of elixir,
cured two broken arms,

a case of dropsy, and a lisp.

How about Colorado or
the gold fields or Oregon?

Oh, oh, oh, hold on, boy.

I've been to all them
places one time or another,

but you get me to
tellin' stories

and I ain't going to make
it to the meetin' tonight.

I'll tell you this much, Heck.

Out there beyond
Kansas, beyond Colorado,

always beyond wherever
you are, there's

sights and sounds of people
nobody ever dreamed of,

least of all you and me.

Lost cities of
gold, secret tribes

of people living in valleys
surrounded on all four sides

by the tallest
mountains you ever seen.

They don't take no stock in
the outside world at all.

There's little teeny people
living in jungles, no more

than three, four feet high.

Pygmies they's called.

Well, I can see you
don't believe me,

boy, but I'm telling
the gospel truth.

May God strike me
dumb if I ain't.

I believe you.

Some day, I'm going to
go to all those places,

go see all those things.

Well, you let me know
when you're ready,

and I'll draw you a map.

Right now, we gotta get
these bottles washed.

I got a heaven struck
feelin' tonight's going

to be a real crowd pleaser.

Well, that could have been
a pure and natural event,

a coincidence,
except for one thing.

I felt the power, the power
of the Lord moving in my hand.

Well, I felt it many, many
times since that first time.

I haven't got the leastest
notion in the world

why the Lord picked on me.

But as long as he
did pick on me,

I figure I got a bounding
duty to move along,

spreading the benefits.

And that's what I'm
doing in Dodge tonight.

[drum beat]

I like him, but do you really
think he can heal people?

Of course not.

Why not?

Because I think he's a fake.

I generally start with a
prayer, put the Lord on notice.

Lord, we got here a man named
Burt with his arm in a sling.

And Lord, he fairly
stinks of unbelieving.

Lord hear me bellering at ya
out of the hot belly of Kansas.

I'm asking you to
suffer him, Lord,

that we believe not
I'm asking you to give

me the power to heal him.

Mr. Burke, do you believe
on the Lord High God?

I do.

Then I tell you to take
that sling off your arm.

You are healed.

Come on, brother.

Believe and try.

You said you
believe, now show us.

Lift up that arm, see how
your faith has been rewarded.

Do it.

Come on, do it!

Do it!

[crowd chatter]

MALE IN CROWD: Look at that.
He's cured.

MALE IN CROWD: He
couldn't hardly

move that arm this afternoon.

MALE IN CROWD: He's
got the gift all right.

Praise the Lord.

We do thank you, Lord.

BOHANNAN: Just hold
on, I'm comin'.

Well, Miss Walden.

I know it's late.

Why, not late at all.

I'm-- I'm at your service.

I'm-- I'm sorry to bother you.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, why, it's
no-- it's no bother at all.

Many, many times
after a meetin' I get

visited by people who
want to talk things over

or are a little worried
about something.

And I try to be as helpful
and comforting as I can.

I'm sure that's true.

Well, now you just sit
right down over here,

and you-- you just tell me
what-- whatever's on your mind.

It's about Hector.

Hector?

I need your help.

Hector's dying, Mr. Bohannan,
of a terrible disease.

And there's no cure for it.

Who says so?

Dr. Adams?

He says so.

And I saw my husband
die of the same disease.

There must be a cure.

There's a cure for almost
everything nowadays.

Well, it's too
complicated to go into,

but there is no cure for it.

There must be.

You can't just take the
word of some local doctor.

You gotta get Heck to
Boston or New York.

I took my husband to Chicago,
Baltimore, and Washington DC,

all within 60 days
right before he died.

He had to be carried
from place to place

in a sort of wicker basket.

I will not put
Hector through that.

Oh, Miss Walden.

If there's anything
at all I can do.

I saw you do a remarkable
thing tonight, Mr. Bohannan.

That man's elbow--

Does the boy know
about his disease?

No.

But he will soon enough
unless-- unless you

are able to heal him.

Unless I'm-- I what?

Heal him by a
laying on of hands.

Oh, no.

Now, hold on ma'am.

No.

You can't think for a
minute that I-- I mean,

sore elbows and
lumbago is one thing.

Heck-- no, I don't have
that kind of power.

Your power comes from God,
and God's power is unlimited.

Do you believe in what you
do, what you're saying,

or don't you?

Well, yes ma'am.

I do, but I can't go
presuming on the Lord's

good graces and power--

If you just set
your will to it.

But he's dying.

I never come close to
healing a dyin' man.

And it ain't like it's my will.

It's my will again' God's will.

Mr. Bohannan, I want my
son more than God does.

With your kind permission,
Miss Walden-- Miss Walden,

I'm awful sorry.

I-- I wish there was
somethin' I could do,

but asking me to cure someone
who's marked out for dying,

it's like asking a
jackass on Shank's

mare to take a run at the
big rider on the pale horse.

I don't have that kind of
belly, that kind of bodacity.

There's something
about that boy, Heck.

He-- he looks at you and you
just feel goodness in the air.

Honest to God
goodwill toward men.

Coming from him, growing in you.

Yeah, but he gets into
his fair share of mischief.

He ain't no angel.

Oh, of course not.

You wouldn't want
him any other way.

He's got a mind as quick
as a sparrow's eye.

And you know, he
should get schooling,

really good schooling.

He should go on to
college-- Harvard College.

Why not?

Mr. Bohannan, I
want to talk to you.

Excuse me.

Can I buy you a drink, doctor?

DOC: No, thank you.

I don't want Heck Walden mixed
up in your clap-trap show.

Why?

Because you can't do him
anything but harm, that's why.

What are you doing
for him, doctor?

Let me tell you something.

I've seen your kind
come into Dodge,

and I've seen them leave
Dodge tarred and feathered.

Now, I love that boy, and
I'm not going to stand

by and see you hurt him.

And you, sir, can rely on that.

Give me a bottle, please ma'am.

Make sure it's a full one.

All I know is that man
has the power to heal.

Lydia, all you've seen so
far is the natural and normal

loosening up of an elbow.

I don't care about that.

I care about Hector.

And I might as well
tell you, I've already

asked Bohannan to help him.

And he turned me down.

Oh, he did.

Well, did you offer him money?

Not then, but I intend to.

Let me tell you one thing.

Mr. Bohannan, in order to please
his own sense of the dramatic,

is going to tell
Heck he's dying.

Now, he'll do that,
then he'll tell

him that this so-called
faith giver is a sure thing.

Next, he'll parade
him up and downtown

until enough faith and
hysteria is generated

to effect this so-called cure.

Now, this is bound
to have its effect.

No question about it.

It'll raise his hopes.

Now, what are you going
to, Lydia, when this fails?

Dr. Adams, I know you mean
well, but you can't help me,

and there is no doctor
on earth who can.

Now, maybe Mr.
Bohannan can't either,

but I have nowhere else to turn.

I love Hector, doctor,
and I'll try anything.

DOC: Well, something's
gotta be done, Matt.

You gotta arrest that man.

Doc, I can't tell Lydia Walden
what to do with her money

anymore than you can.

Well, Bohannan's
a charlatan, Matt.

He-- he's a cheat.

He's gonna do a lot of harm.

Well, until he breaks some
law, there's nothing I can do.

There's somethin' I can do.

The answer's still no, Lydia.

I don't want your money.

Almost $1,200 cash.

Ah, ma'am, please.

That's a lot of
money, Bohannan.

Don't you understand?

I can't be bought
to do or not to do.

Only there's a--

All I'm asking is that you try.

BOHANNAN: I don't have the
power, the horses, to fetch

betwixt livin' and dyin'.

You absolutely refuse?

BOHANNAN: Yes.

You refuse to do what the
Lord sent you forth to do,

to heal the sick and the dying?

Don't you see?

It ain't fittin' that I--

You know your
trouble, Bohannan?

You don't have the
courage to risk failing.

And you're absolutely right.

It would not be fitting
for moral coward

to lay hands on my son.

[sticks snapping]

How long have you been there?

Ah, a couple hours, I reckon.

How'd you know where I was?

Mr. Burke saw you
head out this way.

Well, don't get the wrong idea.

I don't do this too often.

You'd get stiff in
the legs, like me.

Legs?

The other one
starting to act up?

Ah, nah, it's just sort
of catching me up a little,

that's all.

Well, now that you've caught
me in my moment of deepest

privacy, you can go
back and tell the world

how brother Bohannan is
on private speakin' terms

with the Lord.

Bohannan?

I've been thinking
about somethin'.

Don't think too much, boy.

It tends to get mighty painful.

Well, it seems to me that
you must get pretty lonesome

travelin' around all alone.

And it seems to
me that you could

use some help fillin'
bottles and beating

on the drum at the right time.

And it seems to me that--

Well, boy, I think you've
hit on something that's been

bothering me for a long time.

I have been looking
for someone, but how

am I ever going to
find anybody to put

up with this kind of a life?

Well, I know someone.

You?

You mean-- you mean it was
you you was talking about?

Well, I-- I'd be mighty proud
to have you along with me,

Heck, but I just can't.

I-- your mother needs you.

Heck, I-- I'm-- I'm going to
be leavin' here in a-- in a day

or so, but before I go I'd-- I'd
like to lay hands on you, maybe

fix up them legs of yours.

Ah, no, Bohannan.

That's a waste of good handling.

I mean, my legs
ain't worth nothin'.

It'd mean a sight to me,
Heck, or I wouldn't ask you.

I don't think it would do
any good, but you can try.

Lord, your servant, Bohannan,
fixin' to fly in your face.

Make this my sign, Lord.

Now, no messing around with your
humble servants bewilderness.

One sign, clear as a
cherub's ring finger.

Amen.

Heck Walden, Jr., do you
believe the Lord High God?

I surely do, Bohannan.

You know what I'm asking, Lord.

You require a life.

Take mine.

I mean it, Lord.

Take it right now in
one great ball of fire.

Only reach these hands one
more time with the power.

Suffer that little one
to go on shinin', gentle

and light footed through
the thickets of the world.

Seven more years, Lord-- I swear
it-- if you grant him life.

Amen.

Heck Walden, do
you truly believe?

Yes.

And I say to you,
get up and walk.

Go on.
Come on, Heck.

Jump.

Jump up and run around.

Come on.

Run!

They feel a lot
better, Bohannan.

Honest.

They do.

Really do.

BOHANNAN: Everywhere I go,
I see the good sufferin'.

I ask the Lord why.

I never get an answer you'd
want to sign your name to.

Oh, you see the bad sufferin'.

That makes some kind of sense.

The good--

[baby crying]

--especially the
children-- oh, I can

preach you Adam and Eve
all day and all night,

but the baby dyin' of the
croup, that little baby never

heard of Adam or
Eve or the sinner

and the hand of the angry god.

So here comes Bohannan.

What's he sellin'?

No answers.

Just a sometime cure
for this one, that one.

Sometimes nothin' at all.

What's he leave behind him?

A lot of people who wasn't
cured wonderin' why them that

was cured got ahead of them.

In other words, often as
not, Bohannan leaves a town

unhappier than he found it.

So that's the reason
Bohannan's just about

made up his mind that
quick to layin' on hands,

let the Lord find
himself another man.

No, Bohannan, no!

We need you!

[crowd chatter]

I promised the Lord
seven years, ma'am.

I don't think he'll
hold it again'

me if I'm one summer short.

DORCAS WENTZEL: The Lord
won't, but the devil will.

You're workin' for
the devil, Bohannan.

Hell fire's burnin'
in both your hands.

DOC: Bohannan, step down off of
there and come here a minute.

I want you folks
to all hear this.

I just came back
from Spearville,

and I brought these two folks
that Bohannan claimed he

healed just by layin' on hands.

Now, is that right?

Dorcas Wentzel, what are you
doin' on them crutches again?

What I'm doin' is your doin'.

Are these the two people
you claimed to have healed?

I did heal 'em.

They must be playin' possum.

You walked, Dorcas Wentzel.

You threw away them
crutches and walked.

Now admit it.

That's right, I did.

But soon as you was
10 feet down the pike,

you took the trance off of me
and down I went and near busted

my hip in the bargain.

[crowd chatter]

And you, Goody
Stackpole, you talked.

Well, you could at
least nod your head,

you crepitatious old ingrate.

You believe I'm in league with
the devil like Dorcas does?

That's not the point.

The point is, you're
not a miracle worker.

You never healed
anybody of anything.

The only thing you
do is mesmerize them.

He ought to be strung
up in the thumbs.

[crowd chatter]

Everybody just shut
up and listen now.

MALE IN CROWD: Maybe
he's of the devil.

Now, if I am of
the devil as you

say I am, and
everybody knows it,

then I can't cure
anybody of anything.

That right?

[crowd chatter]

All right.

Good enough.

I'll make it short
and sweet, folks.

Dorcas.

Don't you talk to me.

Dorcas, you'd like to show me
up for a devil, wouldn't ya?

Huh?

See me sprout horns, see
my feet start smokin'

and turn into cloven
hooves, wouldn't ya?

Well, then believe in the Lord
High God that only a man of God

can heal you again.

I believe without
you tellin' me.

No, no.

No, I don't think you do.

I don't see no believin'
sweat bespanglin' your brow.

Next thing you know, I'm goin'
to bedevil you again, Dorcas.

You folks, you think
believin' is easy.

You think you put it on like
your galluses and your corsets?

Well, you don't.

Dorcas Wentzel, you ready
to withstand my power?

I'm ready.

Shieldin' myself in
the name of the Lord.

[crowd chatter]

Well then, brace yourself,
Dorcas Wentzel, because here

comes two jackboots
full o' God help us.

Lord, your servant, Bohannan,
still in Dodge City and tonight

we're going to make it
holy ground indeed, fill

it with a joyful noise,
a terrible thunder

of your mighty name.

If my power comes from
Satan, you will not

be healed, Dorcas Wentzel,
but if I am of the Lord,

I say to you, throw down
your crutches and walk.

Come on, woman, walk!

I can't walk.

You're a devil outta
hell fire, sure.

Goody Stackpole,
I tell you to talk.

It's old [inaudible]
you're chawing, ain't it?

How'd you know that?

[crowd chatter]

Dorcas Wentzel, are
you of the devil?

Say somethin' to me, Stackpole.

Oh, shut up.

All right then, God take hold
to my top knot if I falter.

Step out.

I can't, brother.

I can't.

Yes you can.

You can.

By the will of God, you can.

I felt the power go into ya.

By the will of God, you
can walk and you will walk.

Walk!

[crowd chatter]

MALE IN CROWD: She's healed!

Look at that!

She's healed!

[knock on door]

Come in.

You wanted to see me?

Well, yes and no.

Come in.

Heck said it was
about his mother.

Yes, and Heck too, of course.

Sit down.

You have some coffee?

It smells good.

Well, it usually tastes about
half as good as it smells.

I made it especially strong
today to kind of help

wash down the crow I think
I'm going to have eat.

You examined Dorcas and Goody?

Yes.

They were up and about,
walking and talking,

and absolutely
convinced that you've

got God on a kite string.

But you ain't.

Not hardly.

But I'll say one thing,
you have one of the most

amazing gifts I have ever seen.

You have the ability to make
people believe so strongly

that they're able
to forget their pain

or at least are
able to ignore it.

You think Dorcas and
Goody are in pain?

Of course, no
question about it.

That woman's pain must be
something fierce at times.

Well, maybe.

The Lord said walk.

He never did say it
was going to be easy.

Well, don't get me wrong.

Best thing in the
world for her--

keep those muscles
exercised, minimize the pain.

That is, if she don't quit
like she did the first time.

Well, that wasn't her
fault. That was mine.

I don't have the faith anymore,
the fire I used to have.

The power used to hit
me like a double load

of rock salt. Yes, Lord.

Well, now that
brings me to the crow.

I apologize to you, sir, for
accusing you of exploiting

Heck and his mother.

I'm sorry.

There's no cure at
all then for Heck?

Afraid not-- not
medically-- but that

doesn't mean it's
hopeless all together, not

after what I saw last night.

I tried layin' hands on Heck.

I can't help him.

I'm not talking about
laying on of hands,

but I'm not discounting
that either.

I'm talking about
the way Heck looked

at you last night during the
meeting-- every word you said.

I can't forget the look in
his eyes as long as I live,

and I'm convinced that
as long as he's with you,

he is totally oblivious
to pain of any kind.

I can't stay here, doctor.

I got things to do.

I'm-- I'm a rover.

Heck could be too.

She'd never let him go.

Well, it'd be hard, of
course-- mother, only son,

but it might be harder watching
him die here little by little,

especially when there's
just the slightest chance

that with you he might recover.

Hey!

Hi, Bohannan.

Hello, Bohannan.

Well, now what we
got here, ma'am,

is a-- is a boy who
thinks he's ready to cross

the Rockies and-- and go
all the way to California.

Plum flummoxed in the
head is what he is.

I know.

He's been talking about it
'til he's blue in the face.

I told him what a
crazy notion it was,

but he's a powerful persuader.

I told him you'd never
let him go runnin' off,

traipsing around the
country with a faith

healer crazy in the
head for takin' him.

You're sure, beyond
a doubt, both of you.

Bohannan says we might even
be able to get to Pikes Peak.

Can I go, ma?

It wouldn't take
but a month or so.

Can I?

Be a good boy.

You wouldn't run off and
cause Bohannan trouble.

And you write to you mother
once a week no matter what?

And you honor God
and obey Bohannan.

And you grow up to be--

Can I?

Huh?

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

HECK: Thanks, ma.

Won't take but a
minute, Bohannan.

I ain't got much.

And if you don't bring
him back with you--

There's no way I won't
bring him back to you, dear.

No way.

Bohannan gave me
this new Bowie knife

for skinnin' things and
protectin' myself from outlaws

and the like.

Here, let me take that from ya.

All right.

Up we go.

Atta boy.

I'm really goin', ma.

I really, really am.

[HOLLERING] Bye ma!

See you at the
end of the summer!

Don't forget to feed my rabbits!

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NARRATOR: Stay tuned
for exciting scenes

from our next "Gunsmoke."

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