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-"Gunsmoke," starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.

-Red-skinned vultures.

They don't leave nothin' but ashes and wolf meat.

Buzzards ain't even circlin' yet.

-Oh, this didn't happen long ago, by the looks of it.

-You ain't plannin' on ridin' down there, are you?

-There's water down there. We need it.

-Yeah. They could be belly down in that brush,

too, coiled and waitin'.

I believe in the simple and easy.

Let's ride on outta here.

-Let's go.

Comanche.

-I thought the stink was familiar.

-They're a long way from home.

-It's fouled... Stink.

-Huh?

[ Rattling ] -Let's get outta here.

[ Coughing ]

[ Gunshot ]

[ Speaking indigenous language ]

-It's all right, Ma'am.

It's all right.

-She's Indian.

A stinkin' squaw Indian.

[ Theme music playing ]

[ Speaking native language ]

-Hills crawlin' with Comanche,

and you take out time for a funeral.

Oh, I'll bet that's real comfortin',

havin' a tame Indian put flowers on your grave.

-Shut up, Noon.

-His name was Manuel.

He was our friend.

-He saw 'em and made us hide.

-Didn't the Indians search the cabin before they burned it?

-They didn't burn it.

Manuel did, to save us.

-I see.

Well, he used his head.

-Got an arrow for his trouble.

Now, are you through doin' good deeds,

or are you gonna say a couple hundred words

for this poor, dead Mex here?

The sound of a shot carries a long way in this desert.

-Move out, Noon.

Ma'am, I'm afraid you and the boy'll have to ride double.

-You mean you're gonna take them with us, huh?

Look at her,

probably carved herself a scout to get that dress.

-All right, son, hold it. Hold it, here.

-You better keep your mouth shut, mister!

-I warned you once, Noon. I'm not gonna warn you again.

-Kid's kind of touchy. He acts like they were kin.

-She's my Ma.

-You mean you got a squaw for a mother?

It's amazing what a bottle of cheap liquor'll buy.

-Get mounted.

[ Speaking native language ]

[ Calling ]

[ Comanche calls echoing ]

-Go!

It is me they are after. They know I am here.

And they know you are with me.

Leave me, or they will kill you too.

Take Jamie and run.

-No!

-Don't worry, son. We're not leavin' anybody.

-Well, it's her they're huntin'.

[ Calling stops ]

-Get back!

-Can you still ride? -You bet.

-All right, go.

-Marshal.

-Gettin' out of here. Right now.

-Get away from me, squaw.

Just because you've got a white name and a white kid,

you're still all Indian.

And there's only one thing worse than that,

and that's being all Comanche.

And you're that, too.

-Jamie, here.

Keep a sharp eye peeled out here, and keep your head down.

-Yes, sir.

-Come on. Pull it out.

Oh.

-I think we'll be all right here for a while.

Can you handle this?

-All right, Jamie. Thank you.

-You stay clear of me, squaw.

It's because of you I got this hole in my shoulder.

Rattlesnakes can shed one of their skins,

but the one underneath don't change none.

-Mr. Dillon?

-Yeah?

-Thanks for not leavin' us and for, uh...

-Sure, Jamie.

-We'll be needin' water, won't we?

-Yeah. We need it bad, too.

-There's a water hole west here about 15 miles.

-There is?

-My pa and me used to ride there.

-Fifteen miles west of here, huh?

-Well, that'll mean a pretty good detour.

But I'll be worth it.

Think you can go 'til mornin' without water, Jamie?

-If you can.

-I was for leavin' you back there.

I'm still for leavin' you. You understand that?

-Yes.

-You got a good face for poker.

Nobody'd know what was behind it.

-We better hold tight here 'til dawn.

Go tell your mother.

-Ma, Marshal says we're stayin'.

Ma, why do you help him?

Just spits in your eye for it.

-Because of me, he's hurt.

And because he's a man.

-He's no better than an animal.

-He acts like an animal...

but he's a man.

-Marshal, this horse is goin' lame.

-Oh, well, I'll take a look at him.

We'll rest here, anyway.

-Come on, boy.

He's picked up a stone. I'll get it out.

-We need them like this country needs cactus.

We still don't know why they're after you.

I think that Comanche arrow earned me a right to know.

-He's right.

The man that leads them is Lone Wolf.

I was to be his wife.

But there was another man.

His name was Jeremiah Barker,

Jamie's father.

I ran away with him.

-How long ago was this?

-Two years.

-And he's been after you ever since?

-Yes. Lone Wolf is proud.

I disgraced him before his people.

We ran, and he would find us.

We'd run again.

After Jeremiah died, Manuel took us in.

He gave us a place to stay away from the Comanches.

I could bring death on you, like Manuel.

-Jamie, how much farther to that water?

-I don't know. Three or 4 miles, maybe.

-You best get mounted, ma'am.

-Whoa.

He smells water.

-Just two of 'em between us and a drink.

With a rifle and a steady hand, we can nail both of 'em here.

-Yeah, and the rest of 'em would be on us

before we got 20 yards.

[ Comanches calling ]

-Lone Wolf?

-Try for that water, we'd end up raw meat.

Scorpions couldn't pinch us in any tighter.

[ Speaking native language ]

-More search parties.

They're gonna stay at that water hole until they find us.

-I think the best idea is wait 'til dark,

and then let's slip outta here.

-We wouldn't get 5 miles without water.

-I sure don't like the idea of thirstin' to death...

Or hangin'.

Funny, I figured just you and me and a long ride to Dodge,

I might have a chance.

But the woman and the kid, they, uh,

kinda turned things around.

-Woman, huh?

You've been callin' her squaw.

-What'll they do to my mother if they catch her?

-They're not gonna catch your ma, Jamie.

-I remember when Pa first brought her home.

I took one look at her and run off.

Pa had to come and get me.

I hated her.

I remember hearin' how they was all savages,

always scalpin' and burnin'.

I had no right, bein' sore at him.

I remember sayin' worse to her.

-How old are you, Jamie?

-Fourteen.

-You learned a lot for 14.

-Mr. Dillon?

There's a way station about 30 miles from here.

Not much, but they got a telegraph.

We could get even the army, maybe.

I can ride real good.

My Pa taught me. I could outrun 'em.

I know I could.

They start chasin' after me,

you could get water and hole up until I brought help.

-Well, we're takin' a pretty big risk, Jamie.

-My lookout now. It's up to me.

Well, you gonna let me go?

I can ride real good.

-It's like you said a minute ago --

she's your lookout now.

Now, what if somethin' happened to you, and you didn't get back?

She'd be all alone.

But, uh, thanks anyway, Jamie.

It's good to know we got another man along.

Keep an eye out here, will you?

-My mouth taste like it had supper with a coyote.

Where's a man get a drink around here?

-From that water hole.

-You ain't goin' down there?

-I am.

-It is too dangerous.

-Only a fool argues with a lawman or a mule.

-Look, if I get caught out there, use it.

No other reason --

unless he gives you any trouble.

Better give you this, too.

-Good luck.

You know, I was watchin' you lookin' at that, uh, Lone Wolf.

Kind of hit me that you and I are in the same bind.

Comanche with blood in his eye huntin' you,

and a noose waitin' for me.

-You're to hang?

-If the Marshal can get me to Dodge.

-What did you do?

-Killed a man...

Killed a few.

-Killed?

-Some of 'em needed it. Some of 'em didn't.

The kid, he, uh...

He's sure anxious to spread his shoulders.

He really lit into me back there when we found you.

He's got sand.

The kid...

He's gone.

-You care about nothing.

Nothing is sacred to you.

-Look.

-Marshal, behind you!

-Get down, Jamie!

-Jamie. -Fool kid.

-Over here, quick.

Come on, quick, into the canyon.

All right, Noon, hold it.

-You owe me.

-Throw the rifle down.

Now, get off the horse.

-I could have been smelling gulf breezes.

[ Speaking native language ]

-Lawman!

The woman and her man will die.

-Her man?

He thinks I'm Barker.

-They do not know that my husband is dead.

[ Chanting ]

-At least five rode in since dark.

-You scared, Jamie?

-No.

Yeah.

Guess I never been so scared.

How about you?

-You bet.

-Marshalin' and all, I wouldn't think you'd get scared,

be used to it.

-Well, that's what I always figured when I was younger, too.

But somethin' like this,

nothin' makes it any easier.

I'll tell you one thing, though, Jamie.

A man that isn't ever afraid, he's a fool.

-How long we been married?

-I'm sorry.

If there was a way I could tell them,

make them believe you're not my husband, they...

-Fine chance.

Even if you could get them to believe it,

it wouldn't do you any good.

And it's you that hardhead up there's worried about,

you and the kid. -He worries about all of us.

-Woman, now, he might be a lot of things,

but he ain't stupid.

I'm gonna hang anyway.

And if he can get you two outta here,

he'll throw me to those scavengers

like so much dog meat.

-I do not believe that.

-When it comes to livin' a little longer,

every man's got a little wolf in him.

What'll happen to you if they do take you?

-When a Comanche woman runs off, she's marked.

Tip of her nose is cut off.

The soles of her feet are slashed

so she cannot run away again.

What I did was more than run away.

I left the leader of the Comanche, Lone Wolf,

for a white man.

-Well, you -- you lived with him less than 2 years,

that kid's father.

And most of that time was spent in runnin' for your life,

wasn't it?

-Yes.

-Was it worth it?

-Have you ever loved anyone?

A woman?

I mean, a woman whose name you did not forget

with putting on your coat?

-I travel to lonely places.

I don't remember anybody, names or faces.

-Family?

-My mother was one of those women

whose names you forget when you put your coat on.

My old man, he, uh,

he raised me on prunes and proverbs.

I chewed on the prunes and I swallowed the proverbs

until I found out his religion was bein' a drunk.

My old man was a loser.

He passed it on.

But Charlie Noon, he, uh, he started out aimin' high.

And he reached out...

Came up with a handful of dirt.

-It is too bad you have never known gentleness.

-I don't even know your name.

-In the Comanche tongue, it is too difficult to pronounce,

but it means Not Enough to Eat.

My husband could not pronounce it in Comanche.

And he would not call me by such a name.

So he just called me Woman.

-He called it right.

[ Chanting ]

-Jamie, here.

Now, I want you to stay up here this time,

no matter what happens, Jamie. I'm countin' on it.

-Yes, sir. I'll stay.

-That's a boy.

Ma'am?

That young Indian boy that rode in with Lone Wolf, who is he?

-That is Takawa, Lone Wolf's brother.

He raised him.

Some day he's to be leader of the Comanche.

-I'd sure like to get my hands on him.

Might give us some bargaining power.

-Please.

If I surrender myself to Lone Wolf,

maybe he will let the rest of you go.

-Got a hotter head than he has.

-Ma'am, if you went out there, that boy'd hear you die.

He'd hear you die every day the rest of his life.

-Dillon.

You're gonna leave me like this?

-They're all around us, Noon. You're not goin' anywhere.

-That isn't what I meant. If you don't make it down there,

I'm gonna need at least two bullets.

If we do get out of this, it'll be just back to you and me.

[ Chanting ]

[ Speaking native language ]

-Lone Wolf!

It's your brother's life. Think about it.

-You know Lone Wolf.

Do you think he'll bargain?

-The hunt has lasted 3 years.

I do not think he will turn away now.

-Do you think he'll let his brother die?

-If he believes it is the only way.

Takawa will die willingly.

It is the Comanche way.

-What are they waitin' for?

Why don't they come?

-Well, some of 'em are still scattered out.

When the rest of 'em get here, they'll be comin', all right.

-I'm gonna stand with him, no matter what happens.

-Shh, sleep.

-Remember when Pa first brought you home,

and I said them things and run off?

-Jamie...

That was a long time ago.

-When Pa caught me,

I figured he'd wail the stuffings out of me, sure.

He said you asked him not to.

He told me,

"Son, I'm gonna tell you this just once.

She's a fine woman."

Then he said, "Until you can see that for yourself,

you're never gonna be much of a man."

He died before I realized how straight he was tellin' it.

I never let you know --

in words, I mean.

-Your father would be very proud to see how much

of a man you've become.

-Like I told you before,

that boy's anxious to spread his shoulders.

Way he's talkin', ain't gonna take him long.

-He's trying very hard to be a man.

But I would like him to finish being a boy first.

-He will.

Even if they overrun us, they won't hurt him.

-They will, if he fights.

And I cannot stop him from doing that.

-You know, it's strange

how you know what's important to him.

My mother, she never knew what went on in the mind of a kid.

-It'll be light soon.

-Yeah.

You know, I was standin' here thinkin'.

You're born in this old world

and you grow up fightin' and cussin' for every breath.

I -- I really didn't know what was goin' on.

And then one day,

something happened, something I didn't even figure on,

and just changed things somehow.

Funny time for a life to take on meanin'.

-Maybe, uh, dying is easier

if living has meant something.

-Don't you believe it.

It would have been a lot easier dyin' yesterday.

-Easier? Perhaps.

But if you had a choice, would you have chosen yesterday?

Maybe not.

[ Speaking native language ]

-I will give the life of the woman

and the boy for the life of my brother.

-All of us.

-No.

The man Barker is the one who took her from us.

We want him.

-No deal. All.

-This lawman's loco.

All he's got to do is turn me over to 'em,

and you all can walk away free. -He will not do that.

-Your word, Lone Wolf, and your brother goes free.

-My brother will die with honor.

-He just don't believe in plain, simple and easy.

-What are you doing?

-Rope in Dodge or those Comanche out there,

sort of boxes me in.

-No!

[ Speaking native language ]

-All right, you red butchers.

You wanted Barker. You got him.

-No!

She'll be all right, Jamie.

-Your man died bravely.

-Stay tuned for scenes form next week's "Gunsmoke."