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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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