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[theme music]

NARRATOR: "Gunsmoke."

Starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.

[train whistle]

All I said for you to take your feet off that seat

and sit up like a man so I can take a look

at that baby face of yours.

What's that?

Is your name Pickett?

Ira Pickett.

Just about giving up hopes of ever runnin'

into you again Pickett.

Sure is one small world, ain't it?

We're going to have trouble here.

Yeah.

You got something to say to me, mister, spit it out.

Don't keep dancing around it.

I had a brother in the Lincoln County wars,

and they said it was you that killed him.

[chuckle]

I never heard of no war where some blame fool didn't

swallow what he couldn't chew.

[scream]

Now, you all witnessed that.

He pulled iron on me.

Nothing more than a case of abject self defense.

You murdered that man.

[slap]

[scream]

Got something more to say, old man?

No.

Anybody else got anything to say?

All right.

I'm holding you for the Marshal of Dodge.

All right, mister.

Get over to that seat and sit tight.

[theme music]

Train must have pulled out, pa, and Ira ain't here.

Had some trouble here?

Well, we had it on the train.

Oh.

Just a shootin'.

Kid named Ira Pickett.

Oh, not him.

He's the one that got shot.

Pickett killed him. -Ah.

Marshal's got him in jail.

Violence and bloodshed.

Don't know what this great land of ours is coming to.

I dare say they got enough witnesses

to hang him 10 times over.

Well, they got two.

Don't take but one sober witness to hang a man.

[keys rattling]

Now, Judge Brooker will probably

be here about 3:00 if that's all right with you boys.

-You bet, Marshal. -You can count on me, Marshal.

[door closing]

EDDA SPRAGUE: Hurry now, can't you?

Come on.

Tell me right now what happened.

All about it, Jared Sprague, before I just die of curiosity.

Don't just sit there and play like a big hero, you.

Come on, what happened?

Did you shoot him?

Well?

What did the Marshal say?

Just hush up about it.

It wasn't no great big business at all.

EDDA SPRAGUE: Well, it was.

Most certainly was.

I heard the whole town talking about how

you, Mr. Jared Sprague, captured a wild gunman,

held him prisoner.

Now, now.

Don't be raggin' him to death about what he did.

Well, what did he do?

It's all I'm asking.

He did what any brave man would do, his duty.

Somebody meet with some embarrassment on that train?

You might call it that.

I'd call it cold-blooded murder myself.

And you've seen the bloody deed committed right

in front of your own eyes.

Plenty of 'em seen it.

Didn't have the gumption to talk up.

Just me and honest Sprague.

Must've been a fright to behold.

Not half the fright that boy's going

to feel when they put a rope under his chin

and give it the sharp [inaudible].

That's for sure.

Pleasure to meet you.

All right, Rocky, come on.

Looks like your brother's been a little negligent.

You gonna bust him out?

Well, what if they're going to hang him?

It'd be a salutary lesson to the boy,

but you can't hang a man without no trial,

and you can't have no trial without witnesses.

How come you had to arrest him, all I'm asking.

No, I didn't have to.

I just happened to be situated right.

You should have seen him, Martha.

Wasn't nobody else in that railroad car with spunk enough

to say boo if Jared hadn't nailed him.

The others except for old Beecher and pa

wouldn't even admit they seen it, isn't that right, Jared?

I guess so.

Pa sure let 'em know where he stood.

Well, you did a fine thing, both of you,

but I'd just as soon you'd left the heroics to other folks.

You might have been hurt. -Well, maybe.

Maybe.

Like to [inaudible] yourself think about those things,

otherwise we wouldn't have no law.

That's right.

[horse trotting]

I'm over here.

Who is it?

Who are you?

I asked you what you want.

Mr. Beecher, sir?

I'm Beecher.

What you want?

You're holding up the wheels of justice, brother Beecher.

Eh, got plenty of time.

Get your foot off that block.

Get it off!

Don't move that block!

The wagon will come down!

[crash]

[giggle]

Jared, it's past 4:00.

If you're coming to town with me,

you better get a clean shirt on.

Got it, pa.

All right, two.

Judges don't like to be kept waiting.

Mmm.

[galloping horses]

Nice day for a hangin', as my old daddy used to say.

Uh, would you mind pointing that some other way?

Who are you?

You were by way of being in the cattle business, Mr. Sprague?

Got no stock for sale now.

Saw more than 100 head just over the hill

there, if my vision ain't failin' me.

Well, they ain't for sale, not with prices down the way

they are.

Excuse me.

I ain't even started talkin' price.

Well, some other time.

I'm busy now.

No time like the present, my daddy always used to say.

Who are you?

You're right, it's getting late.

Judge'll be mighty impatient.

What's that got to do with you?

I'm what you might call a interested party.

Who's side?

There ain't but one side being put up

for trial, the other party being stone cold dead.

Pickett.

You related to him?

By ties of rich red blood, you might say,

me being his daddy and all.

That's my eldest, Joseph.

Well, mister, your boy is the cold-bloodedest murderer

I ever seen.

He is a powerful frisky high-spirited rascal.

Ain't no doubt in the world whatsoever about that.

Frisky.

That boy looks to me like he'd as soon

kill a man as walk around him.

That's the way he's always been-- straight to the point.

You know how things been down Texas way.

These range wars and all.

Things got so disorderly, about the only way

to keep from shootin' somebody was to have two broken arms

and the wrong size cartridge.

My boy ain't never had no quarreling with the law

until you poked your beak into it.

Oh, that's what you're here for.

Plead with me not to witness against your boy.

Now, Arnie, I wouldn't dream of tryin'

to advise a foursquare upright citizen like yourself.

It's just that if my precious boy is indicted to stand trial

for murder in front of a cruel judge that'd hang a man

as soon as look at him, if I was you,

I just wouldn't bother coming home at all.

Ain't you gonna ask me why not?

Why not?

On account of there'd be nobody left to come home to.

Me and old Beecher already told the Marshal what we seen.

I mean, he had us both there in his office right

after the killing.

That word does have an unfriendly ring to it,

don't it Joseph?

That's how old Beecher said it too.

Seems like we persuaded old brother

Beecher it was all a mistake.

If I was you, I'd stop by and see how he feels on your way

into town.

I could be wrong, but it'd be worth your while to check.

Pa?

Now, Arnie, I'd just tell your ladies a little white fib.

No use gettin' them all excited and hard to control.

Uh, Martha, these uh gentleman are here to look at some stock.

Mr. Osgood, ma'am.

I'm from Oklahoma.

This is my son, Joseph.

All the way from Oklahoma?

A good name's better'n precious jewels,

my old daddy used to say, and your husband

has that in abundance, ma'am.

Why, thank you kindly for that, sir.

Now, let me get you something to eat.

You must be starved.

Ravenous, ma'am.

Ravenous.

I'll just go right in and fix up two plates.

Uh, Jared, I think you better stay home.

But you don't know what the judge might want to ask me,

being I'm the one who took him. -Excuse me, son.

You say you were the one that took him?

Well, yeah, yeah, I guess I was the one who put him down.

Well, now.

Ain't that a caution?

Young fella like you showin' all that spunk.

You must be real proud of him, Mr. Sprague.

Can I go?

Yeah, let's go.

You better handle that boy, mister.

He might say a word too much to the Marshal.

You hurry right on back here.

I mean don't leave a loving father hanging on the tender

hooks of unbearable suspense.

[horse snort]

And Sprague, you look to Beecher on your way.

Whoa.

Wendell?

Wendell Beecher?

It's Arnie Sprague.

He should be around.

It isn't time to head in.

Pa?

Well, my best guess would be that he'd

been dead two or three hours.

Thanks, Doc.

How'd you happen to find him, Arnie?

Well, we just passed by his place and went in, you know?

Thought we'd stop by and pick him up.

He was just under the wagon, dead.

Well, did you see anybody else out there?

No, no, I-- he must have been fixin' an axle tree

and the block slipped out from under the wagon.

Sure sorry Arnie had to leave for town so soon,

but you know how it is?

The law don't like to be kept waitin'.

That is a true statement.

Especially with my pa being right there as close

to the killing as I am to you.

And my brother being one that caught the murderer.

You got a high-spirited boy, Mrs. Sprague,

just like my young one.

Oh, I got a younger son than Joseph

here, handsome as a Greek god, if I do say so myself.

I know it ain't good manners for a man to boast about the fruit

of his loins, but--

Well, tell about him, Mr. Osgood.

Did I say handsome?

Well, he ain't no milk sop, and yet would you

credit that a boy in the full flower of vigorous manhood

in this licentious and no account day and age

is determined to keep hisself pure for the right woman?

Joseph, seems to me we need a way

to pay back for this bountiful meal we've had.

Them couple a rifles there, the hand

you've got with firearms might just

be you give them a cleanin'.

Oh, no, Mr. Osgood.

That's not at all necessary.

My boy's never happier than when his hands are busy, ma'am.

They're kinda dirty, all right.

Where's he at now?

Who?

Well, I mean, that-- that other son you were talking about.

Edda, just keep your mooning questions to yourself.

Oh, like a bad penny, you can't just seem to lose him.

I wouldn't put it past that boy to show

up right here this very day.

All right.

Let's get on with this.

You identify the accused?

I do.

Yes, I do.

And you are prepared to testify under solemn oath

that you did witness such an act of willful homicide?

Well, I guess the easiest thing in the world

for me to do would be to say yes and not give it

another thought, but-- well, and the way I see it is a man's

life hanging in the balance.

I mean, I thought, and I thought about it,

and being as I just woke up, you know,

I'm barely opening my eyes, and then

the car full of smoke, and the whole thing

happening in a split second like that.

And suddenly there was that Texan lying there on the floor

with his gun next to him.

I-- well, I mean, you know.

Pa.

You said you saw it.

Dang it all, son.

What I'm saying is that out of a whole car full of people,

who am I to swear that-- to be the only one to swear

that it wasn't self defense?

We're not asking you to say anything

about self defense, Arnie.

All we're doing is asking you to tell us what you saw, what you

told me you saw this morning.

Well, I already told you that, Marshal.

Did you see any of this, Jared?

The shot woke me up.

Wouldn't hardly call that evidence

to warrant an indictment for murder, would you?

The other witness being dead?

Well, I guess not, Judge.

Well then, there are no witnesses prepared to testify

to an act of homicide.

We can hardly proceed any further.

The Court releases the accused for lack of evidence

and stands adjourned.

Arnie.

You mean we're going to let him go, Matthew?

That's what the Judge said.

Why'd you change your story?

I didn't change it.

Just recollecting things a little better, that's all.

I believe you're holding some of my property, Marshal.

Give him his gun back, Festus.

And I can't really say as it's been a pleasure here.

Saying it, you can just get outta town.

And you might do a heap better keepin' that hog

lag empty, if you ask me.

Yeah?

How's that?

'Cause you just don't appreciate how lucky you are.

Lucky is what I always am, old man.

I'm going where there's short hours and long pay.

Well, where are you fixin' to find a place like that?

I got me a job down in Clark County.

Oh, you mean down yonder where that fence

war ruckus is going on, huh?

I think you ask too many questions, old man.

[door opens]

Ma!

They're coming!

Ma!

Ma, they're coming.

-Whoa. -Back so soon?

What happened, pa?

Well, what happened?

Nothing.

What do you mean nothing?

The judge turned him loose.

Lack of evidence.

Lack of evidence?

But you and Mr. Beecher--

Well, old man Beecher had an incident.

Dead.

And the judge figured that one man half asleep when

it happened just wasn't enough.

Now, let me be.

My head feels like I've been kicked by a horse.

Jared, you come back!

Jared!

Edda, go fetch the water.

What is the matter with you?

Now, you tell me what went on in that hearing.

What your father--

Pa, he got scared of that gunfighter grinnin' at him.

That's what's the matter.

Pa back away from the truth.

All right.

Your boy's a free man.

The Lord and all his works be praised.

I knew in my heart all the time he was innocent.

Told 'em he were.

He just going to take long enough

to buy himself a clean shirt.

Now, isn't that just like him?

He always did hold cleanliness right next to godliness.

All right, Pickett.

Our slate's clean.

Clean, brother Sprague?

Not quite.

What are talking about?

Arnie, you don't expect gratitude

like you done it purely out of the goodness of your heart,

after making us and the boy miss out

on a profitable venture down in Clark County, $500 a week?

$500?

Helping preserve the sacredness of private property.

But now the man needs us and we ain't there,

he liable to have hired somebody else.

As a man of business, wouldn't you

think that called for some restitution?

Like-- like what?

Well, now.

We have the whole day to talk about that.

It's too much of a coincidence.

I know Beecher pretty well, and he just wasn't

a careless man about anything.

You're right about that.

No question but what he was killed with a wagon falling

on him, but was it an accident?

Yeah, and I keep remembering the look on Arnie's son

when Arnie changed his story.

He was more surprised than I was.

Matt, you out yonder at the old Beecher place,

all them tracks, wagon tracks, and cow tracks all mixed up.

I couldn't follow it no further than the creek.

Then I just wound up where I started at.

Well, we're just going to have to call it an accident,

unless somebody comes up with some more evidence.

You sure Ira Pickett said this job of his was in Clark County?

Long pay and short hours.

That's the way he put it.

Clark County.

Is that the Franks and the Crabtrees again?

Looks like it, Kitty.

Every time we get em' settled down, they start into it again.

I think everybody down that way is a little

edgy because of the drought.

Well, I seen old Ira ridin' out and looked like he

was headed right that way.

Well, I'm going to send off a telegram to Sheriff Rogers,

see if there's been any gunfighters

brought in down there.

See ya, Matthew.

Well, Doc, how's the beer today?

Oh, it's fine.

It's just awful good.

Very good.

Sam.

Poor Festus a beer on the house.

Oh, much obliged to you, Miss Kitty.

How in thunder is it that you never have the price of a beer

and then you can afford to turn down work too?

Well, I ain't turned down nary a job, Doc.

You did too.

I happen to know that old man Fletcher

offered you $0.15 a yard for building a split-rail fence.

He turned it down.

FESTUS: I ain't turned it down yet.

Doc, I had to go out yonder and look at old Fletcher's fence,

and I been and done me some arithmetic,

and I got her all set down right here.

Is that what it is, or did a turkey walk across there?

All right, smart aleck.

Just listen here.

I figuring they'd be about 2 yards of me layin' belly down

flatwise, and five of me makin' 10 yards,

and them 10, meanin' five of me, a comin' to $1.50.

But allowing that I'm just a might littler than 2 yards,

so I'm a takin' off $0.02 for every time I'm belly down,

comin' to a $1.40.

And that-- that ain't-- that don't even count

of puttin' in the fence posts.

No posts, huh?

No.

Well-- when-- I figurin' to settin' them poles straight up,

side by each and other, figure they'd come to about 10

for half a me a layin' belly down flatwise.

Well, now, if you was to get all yer figurin' done here

and all yer minusin' and a takin' away,

well, a feller winds up gettin' hisself shortchanged.

He's gettin' where he don't understand nothin'.

How long did it take you to figure that out?

Well, ain't so hard, Miss-- See,

when a feller ain't got no measurin' stick,

you just kinda got to make do.

Sam, pour Festus another beer.

Much obliged again, Miss Kitty.

I think I'll have a drink.

My, my, little lady.

Where you off to with such great dispatch?

Oh, that milk cow.

She's got loose again and gone down in the gully over yonder.

Well, run on, little miss. Run on.

Leave the old folks like me here to sit and rest.

Bye-bye.

[sawing]

-Those two men. -What about them?

Have they got anything to do with the way you backtracked

in front of the judge?

Now, listen boy.

You're going to get me riled.

They're cattle buyers.

Yeah, well, I thought you wasn't going to sell no stock.

[clang]

-I'm not. -All right.

Then what are they still hanging around for?

They're just waitin' on someone.

-Who? -Keep your nose out of it.

[horse galloping]

That's Ira Pickett.

Son!

Come here.

Inside.

I thought them two weren't like no cattle buyers I ever seen.

Well, now you know.

That's his father and his brother.

Oh, so that's why all of a sudden you

forgot what you seen with your own eyes.

I couldn't say anything, could I?

Not with your mother here and your sister here and--

You could have at least told the Marshal why you

were scared to open your mouth.

Now, don't tell me what I coulda done, boy.

Supposing the Marshal comes out here looking for them.

Who do you think would be the first one to get shot?

Yeah, well I'd have told him.

That's because you never think of consequences.

Well, maybe, and maybe you think of them too much, pa.

[smack]

I'm your pa, and I'm still handling things.

You remember that.

Pa!

Put that squirrel gun away.

We can try to taken 'em.

Shoot 'em in the back if we have to.

They're professionals.

They've probably killed more men than you--

You just hand that over gentle like.

What other kinds of guns you got around here?

No kind.

Just got a couple of rifles up at the house is all.

Joseph already took care of them.

Well, well, well.

It's the fellas I kinda owe a favor to.

You know, it'd be better all around if you

cleared out of this area.

Better for who?

Anyway, none of you got no call to be stayin' around here now.

And now you're sure being impolite, butcher boy.

Jared's right.

You-- you got no call to hang around here.

Can't leave just yet.

Why not?

Unless I miss my guess, the Marshal is coming in

from yonder to pay you a visit.

Ira, there's a gully over that ridge.

Cutest little gal down there roundin' up a stray cow.

Brother Sprague's maiden daughter.

Keep an eye on her 'til that Marshal leaves.

Hold it.

Now, now, brother Sprague.

You just got to get out of the habit

of doing impulsive things.

So far, you've been runnin' in powerful luck,

more than a man usually has coming.

So you and your boy take good stock of your present fortunes,

and you be saying the right things

in front of that Marshal.

He may know who you are.

No, we never had the pleasure of meetin' the Dodge

Marshal, Joseph and me.

But you better say a little prayer we do

look like cattle buyers to him.

[horse galloping]

Hello, Marshal.

Martha.

Marshal, I'd like to have you meet

Mr. Osgood and his son, Joseph.

Marshal.

They're cattle buyers from Oklahoma.

Just closed a deal here with Mr. Sprague, 100 head.

Well, he sells fine cattle.

He drives a hard bargain too, but I reckon

I still got the best of him.

We'll drive 'em off in the mornings,

soon as my partner turns up.

Arnie, I wonder if I could talk to you along for a minute,

if you'll excuse us? -Sure thing, Marshal.

Pleasure to meet you.

Arnie, I'm wondering if anybody's been threatening you.

Threatening me?

Yeah, trying to make you back off

from telling the judge what you know about that

killing on the train.

I told him.

Not what you told me.

Well, I've had a little time to think about what I really

did see, being as I was half asleep when it did happen,

you know.

Beecher being killed this morning.

Anybody try to make you feel the same might happen to you?

Dang it all, Marshal, I've told you what I could.

I done my duty.

Now, you know any other man ain't got

a right to push me for more.

All right.

How about a cup of coffee, Marshal?

Oh, no thanks.

I'll be headin' back to town.

Well, Arnie, we wouldn't want to make a liar outta you,

would we?

What do you mean?

Those 100 head of cattle.

The Marshal'd be mighty suspicious if we

didn't take 'em now.

You can see that.

Tough part is, Arnie, right now my credit ain't so

good as a snowball in Sonora.

But seeing as how Ira's incarceration has already

left us out of pocket, I reckon we'll

come to a settlement agreeable to everybody's

mutual satisfaction.

Get your sister back here right away.

Joseph, get your horse.

Tell your brother he can come back.

Let me give you a hand there.

Thank you.

Uh, you Mr. Osgood's boy, ain't you?

Mr. Osgood?

Uh-huh.

Yeah, yes ma'am.

I reckon now that you're around,

you'll all be leavin' shortly, huh?

I thought we would be.

Now that I met all the family, I'm plannin'

to have second thoughts.

Whatever do you do, Mr. Osgood?

Do, ma'am?

You don't look like no ordinary cowboy.

No.

No, ma'am.

Well, I mean, my way of thinkin', to be

ordinary is to be buried alive.

I mean, I believe that a man is given one cup of life.

And if he don't drain it to the very dregs,

why he just ain't properly grateful to the good Lord.

Well, then you'll be staying for a little while.

You reckon your business can wait?

Ma'am, there's things in this world for which

a man has gotta be prepared to make a small sacrifice now

and again.

Pa's been wonderin' what's holding you up.

Good reason, brother.

[chatter]

[mooing]

All right, now you see what they're trying to do?

How they got him buffaloed?

And now they're going to start in on her with that killer.

Now, ma, we can't sit still.

There ain't nothin' you can do right now.

And your father, I don't know how he came to this.

Those men are killers.

All the whole bunch of 'em.

And pa is afraid.

And so am I, Jared, and so had you better be until we find

some way to help ourselves.

Marshal finds out your boy is here,

he's goin' to have you all roped and branded.

Well, they ain't more natural in the world

than for the boy to come and thank the man

who saved him from the noose.

Resistin' the shabby temptation to be a hero for a day.

Look, you want that 100 head a cattle

up there, so go on, take 'em.

Right now.

I reckon they're too old to start from scratch.

Thank you kindly for extending credit in the spirit

of such brotherly compassion.

[chatter]

Kinda late in the day to start drivin' cattle,

don't you think?

My young one all tuckered out from them

sleepless hours in that fearful jail.

Well, we still got time to round 'em up.

I think first thing in the morning will do fine.

[chatter]

[SINGING] Cindy get along home, get along home, Cindy.

I'll marry you sometime.

She took me to her parlor, she cooled me with her fan.

She swore I was the prettiest thing

in the shape of mortal man.

Cindy in the springtime, Cindy in the fall.

If I can't have my own Cindy, I'll have no girl at all.

I'll never marry Cindy, I'll tell you the reason why.

Her neck's so long and stringy, I'm afraid she'll never die.

Get along home Cindy, Cindy.

Get along home.

Get A long home Cindy, Cindy.

I'll marry you sometime.

Take me, I couldn't carry a note in a basket with three

handles, but that boy's got a voice like his angel mother,

God rest her soul.

She was good folks, not skittish and shiftless.

Look at him, sittin' there like a toad frog on a hot stove.

Edda, don't tease your brother.

EDDA: Oh, I can't stand him today.

If his face was any longer, his jaw'd

be down in the root cellar.

Caught one cowboy the judge didn't even think was guilty.

Now he's trying to act like big, tough man.

That's enough outta you.

He even started practicing with a gun.

Is that so?

Well, say now, imagine that.

Where was this bit of devious business performed, Miss Edda?

Right in his own room.

Practicin' like a fool boy, he was.

Now, I always say a boy don't need to measure his manhood

by the amount of iron on him.

It's the iron in his soul that counts.

We goin' into some rough country tomorrow, boy.

We could use all the guns we can get.

We'll be borrowin' that gun, I think is what my pa means.

I ain't got a gun.

What are you lying for, Jared?

He owes me a favor.

It's just an arm, don't worry about it.

That was a great pity and unnecessary too.

How is it, boy?

Oh, he'll live, brother Sprague.

He'll live.

My son dispenses thoughtful compassion

when the need arises.

You get outta my house.

Yes, ma'am.

Yes indeed.

Sorry that such a pleasant evening should end so.

We'll bed down in the barn.

You.

Uh, uh, uh, uh, missy.

Should anybody be needin' our services, at least one of us

will be taking advantage of that porch settee

throughout the night.

Let's hope we face a new day tomorrow,

clearer heads on each side.

I'll take the first watch, boys.

You have pleasant dreams, ya hear?

He's asleep now.

I sure acted like a plumb little fool today.

You didn't know.

And you can't blame yourself either.

Eh.

Who would you suggest I blame?

Him?

They'll be gone tomorrow, and the cattle ain't important.

I'm not thinkin' about the cattle, Martha.

I'm thinkin' about me.

I've been so scared I haven't been able to think straight.

I don't know, Martha.

A man gets old, he gets scared.

Sometimes I ask myself, what you scared for?

Or yourself maybe.

No, it's not true, Arnie.

Eh.

He did right today.

He tried.

He-- he didn't turn back.

There was an age I was like him too.

You know what's right and you know what's wrong,

and you do what's right.

We don't back away and let the other man fill up your steps.

Then you'll back away again, and he keeps comin'.

Always comin'.

We just don't back away is all, and he keeps comin'.

He keeps on comin' as long as you back away.

Marshal, just come in from Sheriff Rogers.

Confirm Ira Pickett hired along with father Osgood Pickett

and brother Joseph Pickett.

Osgood Pickett.

Mr. Osgood Arnie introduced us and his son, Joseph.

Cattle people up at Arnie's place?

Could be just a coincidence, maybe not.

Holds things down here for me.

Yes, sir, Matt.

You cookin'.

Where's the women?

They're still asleep. Sit down.

You want to eat?

No, I can wait for my pa and Ira.

Saw them ridin' out earlier.

Where they going?

They checking over the stock.

Ain't easy drivin' 100 head.

Might be leaving you the yearlings.

Guess you figured we're gonna have to take one of you along

to keep things peaceful back here 'til we get to the border.

I figured.

That little gal of yours.

She be giving us the less trouble on the trail.

Figured that too.

Ain't nothin' gonna happen to her.

Got some eggs here.

You want to start workin' on 'em?

I am kinda gettin' an appetite.

Yeah, ain't nothin' gonna happen to her.

Cattle squares us.

Don't even breathe.

You hear me?

Mister, you just done the wrong thing.

Ah, got my gun!

Ira, back of the house!

[gunfire]

[horse whinny]

No, Jared.

Get back in the parlor and stay there.

Come on.

[HOLLERING] Better come out, brother Sprague.

Think of them women folks of yours.

[HOLLERING] I'm sure thinkin' of a special one, Mr. Sprague.

[HOLLERING] Ira, get around the back of the house

where the women folk are.

[glass shattering]

What's that?

[gunfire]

[laughter]

[glass shattering]

[HOLLERING] How many bullets you got left?

Brother Sprague, that old house makes some fine kindling you

don't listen to sense.

Joseph, get under that porch and set a match to it.

[HOLLERING] They're callin' them women folk, pa.

[HOLLERING] Be gentle, son.

We don't want brother Sprague to think we don't mean well.

[glass shattering]

We're takin' a little trip, Miss Edda.

Drop the gun!

I've got it, Joe.

Throw your guns out!

Come outta there!

You shoulda told me, Arnie.

You could have saved all this.

I'm sorry.

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NARRATOR: Stay tuned for scenes from next week's Gunsmoke.

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