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[music playing]

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.

MATT DILLON [VOICEOVER]: In the years between 1820 and 1880,

there was a period on the Texas frontier,

little recorded history, a time of violence and fear.

Indian tribes betrayed by government and army treaties

and incited by white traders gave birth to renegade bands,

composed mostly of young braves bitterly angry

at the white man's ruthless encroachment

onto the lands they considered their birthright.

These small bands splitting away from the tribal structure

of Comanche, Kiowa, and Apache began a series of savage raids

on isolated white settlements and ranches.

By 1870, these raids for cattle, horses, and human captives

had reached as far north as the Canadian River.

And over the years they grew in magnitude and terror

until men, women, and children were being carried

off and traded into slavery.

The men who paid in gold, rifles, and gaudy trinkets

for these captives were a gypsy like and notorious breed

of white and Mexican outcasts known as Comanchero.

Eventually they came to be regarded as more savage

than the bands of renegades with whom they traded,

so that by 1873 the word Comanchero

had become synonymous with violence and terror.

Now there was one particular place, a rocky fortress buried

deep in the western wasteland, that

became a marketplace for their traffic in human misery.

Long after Lincoln's proclamation

had given the black man his freedom, a white slave

market flourished in the heat and dust

of the southern plains.

It was a place where families were split apart,

children were torn from mothers and wives from husbands.

And those who witnessed these tragedies

called this place the Valley of Tears.

[screaming]

Everything's going to be all right.

You lucky one, you're going to be

liberated from the red savages, Blue Jacket, how are you?

BLUE JACKET: Strong.

Strong as an ox.

Ma'am.

Well, she's not much to look at but maybe she's got a few years

left in their breath.

Do you think so?

All right, one jug of whiskey, the finest,

one rifle, the latest.

BLUE JACKET: Two rifle.

If she was pretty, aye.

Red?

Let me see the lass.

No.

Easy.

Just let me see the lass.

Two jugs of whiskey, two rifles.

Done.

Please, I'm her mother.

You can't.

No!

Ah there, I see what caught your eye.

How old are you darling?

How old are you?

18.

18, and fresh, and grown riper by the minute.

I tell you, I'm caught all over generous on this on, I sure am.

Two jugs of whiskey, two rifles.

Eh.

So what do you think Britt, should I offer the ignorant

savage more for this one?

Yeah.

She looks a might timid to me.

It's a long way to Chihuahua.

[laughter]

Well the lad's taken a liking to her.

All right, two jugs of whiskey, two rifles.

And this.

Done.

Well Britt, look here.

There's the hand of God in that face.

[non-english].

That's rare south of the border.

I think maybe we can turn a dime in profit with this one.

Who are you, husband?

Brother.

What are you good for?

Strong.

Good for work.

I'm not in that business.

The men I deal with are only interested in the ladies.

What about them silver mines at Sante Rita?

Seems how we're passing them I figure we might

get maybe a hundred for him?

One jug of whiskey.

You better take it or you'll wind up shooting

him like a lame horse anyways.

Done.

I'm staying--

So, now we come to you lass.

Britt, look at those eyes green with flecks

of fire and silken hair.

I ain't seen the likes of this since Dublin.

All right, three jugs of whiskey,

one full case of ammunition for them rifles of yours.

No trade.

Renegades.

Either you're looting and burning and scalping,

or you're trying to cheat and ignorant old Irishman.

Hoxie, show the chief that thing that I took

a fancy to at the last mission.

That's it, yes.

Chief, nothing in this world grander to drink your darling

whiskey out of, believe me.

I keep.

What are you going to do with her?

What do you think?

Keep.

You take her for that.

She's nothing more than a bloody child.

No one child.

You take.

She needs me.

If she's with me, I won't be able to run.

You separate us, some way I'll find

a way to cut your heart out.

She's right Bojack.

You take them both or you'll never get a decent night's

sleep, I promise you.

Well, where did you stray from darling?

A long way from here.

Well, we ran away to Mexico.

Would you care to join us?

Maybe your last chance out with a white man.

Well, what's the matter darling?

You got no use for a man?

When I see one.

I'll pass on this one.

Why?

She's a troublemaker.

She'll have the other girls raising up in mutiny.

It's too bad.

I'd rather ride with you Irishmen.

Sorry darling, but you're too strong for our [inaudible].

They're used to frightened farm girls.

You'd be like putting a hornet in with the hens.

Sorry.

Sure.

This is more like it.

Give them the chalice Hoxie.

Mister?

Lawman?

My name's Dillon from Dodge City.

I'm McLeod, Josiah McLeod.

Rachel is my daughter in law, and the girl

Marcy is my granddaughter.

She's only seven years old.

Rachel's brother Dan, they took him too.

Was one of them wearing a blue cavalry jacket?

That's right.

And it's him you're after.

Do you got any idea where they're taking them?

They'd be better off killed.

There's a place where people are being traded and sold

like livestock, slave market run by white renegades

out of Mexico.

Find them, bring them back.

I'll right.

This slave market, do you have any idea what it's called?

A lot of things.

The people that have seen it call it Value of Tears.

[music playing]

Load them up.

Bring that team down here.

Get in there.

Move them along there.

Get in there.

[inaudible]

Start at the back there.

[screams]

You, inside.

You can't leave my sister with him.

Dan!

Dan!

I'll do it boy.

If you're fixing to kill him, don't get caught up in it.

I see.

Worse than a [inaudible].

Get the wagon ready to roll.

Easy there will you.

Chief, don't let your lads bruise me merchandise.

[non-english speech]

You're a bloody fool.

Get on your feet, we'll be getting out of here.

Buy her from that animal.

Pay him anything he wants, please.

Oh I'd like to laddy, but me ship has not come in as yet.

You know what she's in for.

Well whatever it is, it can't be worse than what

we'd be taking her to.

My god, please.

Laddy, the Injun's got his heart set on her.

There's nothing even a man like me can do.

You're no better than them.

Well, that's been said by better men than you me boy.

Go with him or he'll kill you.

Please.

She's speaking sense lad.

Come on.

Sorry lass, I was tempted to trade the whole thing for you,

but it would have been bad business.

I'll see you next month Blue Jacket.

Get him aboard Hoxie.

All right lads, away we go.

[non-english].

[chanting]

Come.

Leave her alone.

Take me.

Would you take care of her.

Momma!

You mother will be back.

Momma!

What's your name?

Marcy.

What's your doll's name?

Everything's going to be all right.

What's going on?

I'm not sure.

Yeah, I get it.

We go with him.

The rest of them were headed somewheres else.

Where are they taking us?

Oh, to meet their mothers.

Yeah?

Looking for a renegade named Blue Jacket.

Pulled out earlier this morning.

He and them flame lickers of his got good and locoed last night.

Drunk renegades, don't mix well with a man's supper.

He brought some white women with him?

Yeah, some prime female flesh.

Why?

I was hoping to do business with him.

Well like I said, he done business and left.

But I got a gal I'm willing to bargain for.

17, might skinny, but she'll fill out.

There was a girl with him I wanted to see.

She was about 18, blond, wearing a red dress.

Yeah, she was a pretty one all right.

He made a deal on her right off.

Who bought her?

Fitzpatrick.

When did he leave?

Late yesterday

There was a woman and a little girl.

Were they with him?

Who are you mister?

I'm a trader just like yourself.

What's you name?

Hargus.

Hargus.

Never heard of you.

But if you're what you say, someone around here

will know you.

OK, you listen to me mister.

The woman that Indian stole belonged to me,

and he took her without paying me a red cent.

Now where is she?

Blue Jacket wouldn't trade for her.

And she's still with him?

I'm going to give you one chance to tell

me where they went, just one.

Now where?

Last I seen Blue Jacket, he was headed toward his village,

south.

The woman was with him?

Her and another white woman.

What about the little girl?

Her too.

[laughter]

Ah yes, I was seeing Katie steady in them days.

Of course no good Irishman never gives up his heart easily.

But one day, Katie fixed me with a bale full of iron.

She said, "Timothy Fitzpatrick, we've been walking out now

for seven years.

Don't you think it's high time that we was getting married?"

"Married," says I. "Are you crazy girl?

Who'd have it?"

What's the matter with you lad?

You're usually good for a chuckle or two.

Sorry, I was thinking.

Well I was just thinking that it's going to be about two days

we'll be reaching the Mexican border.

I think we ought to linger there awhile, have some fun,

wash some of this trail dust out of our lungs

with some good drinking whiskey. Hey, listen.

I know a lady down there, and she's got a younger sister.

Surely she does.

Oh she's a dazzling girl, dark gypsy

eyes and a haughtiness about here that is most pleasing.

Sounds good.

But you better not be lying about the way this girl looks.

Lying?

Have I ever lied to you lad? -Oh!

Well, maybe.

Maybe I leaned on my imagination a bit.

Go back and tell the boys that they can look forward

to two days of drinking.

I think it will lift their spirits somewhat.

[non-english].

Come.

No.

No.

No.

Don't fight, don't.

Momma!

Mom!

Mom.

Mom.

What?

No.

No!

Little girl.

What's you name?

Where'd you come from?

Go on.

You must be thirsty.

Not too much now.

If you take too much you might get sick.

Is your Marcy?

Marcia McLeod?

Marcy, I'm going to take you with me.

Now you don't have to be afraid, I'm your friend.

a See, I'm a lawman.

You stay here.

[whooping]

[whooping]

[non-english].

So it's going to be you, huh?

No use fretting.

Might not be so bad.

I lived on a hog farm, 30 miles to the closest neighbor.

Just me and those hogs and my husband, Opie.

What happened to him?

They killed him.

Damn food, went for his rifle.

Hadn't fired it in years, probably didn't even work.

Wasn't me he was worried about, it was those stinkin' hogs.

Oh I know, it sounds hard.

But come down to it, where I'm going

can't be any worse that where I was, maybe for you too.

Good night.

There's a change they won't even get us there.

How can you say that?

The law will be following us by now, Texas Rangers,

even the army maybe.

I can't believe I'm here.

Just a few days ago I had a job in a dress shop, a family.

Now they're dead, murdered.

And I'm being taken off to be sold to the highest bidder,

no better than an animal.

I'll never be able to live through it.

I can't.

I can't.

It won't come to that.

There's bound to be some help coming.

Help me, please.

I'll try.

[yelling]

[yelling]

[yelling]

[non-english].

[non-english].

All right, all right.

Up to now you've been a gentleman.

[chucking]

I think I need a drink.

[gunshots]

[horse neighing]

[gunshot]

Were there any more?

Nope.

That's all of them.

Mrs. McLeod, I got you child.

She's alive.

My child?

I got no kids.

And I'm not Mrs. McLeod.

She's dead.

Tried to put a knife in Blue Jacket.

When did that happen?

Yesterday.

They were going to kill the kid too, but I started screaming,

and they turned her loose.

--Well you did the right thing.

I found her wandering in the desert.

Well ain't that something.

We better clear out of here.

That buck's probably on the way to spread the word.

The kid, where is she?

Over here.

She hasn't said a word since I found her.

I think she's in shock.

Can't blame her, seeing her mother get killed and all.

Been close to it myself the last couple of days.

MATT DILLON: You can help.

How's that?

She's lost her mother.

She's going to need a woman.

You've got to be snake bit.

Me, mother and a kid?

I don't know anything about them.

Well lady, you can learn.

Let me get you a hose.

Where we going?

South after Fitzpatrick.

Isn't that like looking down the barrel of a cannon?

I don't get it.

I'm after a young woman that was traded to the Comancheros

by Blue Jacket.

She's from Dodge City.

Her name's Cynthia Emery.

Well Marshall, I'm sorry about the girl,

but she's none of my business.

Yeah, maybe so, but I still can't leave you here.

Don't tell me you're fixin' to drag me and this kid along?

I got no choice.

I'll give you one-- I'm headed for San Antoine.

Fact is I was headed there when that mangy son of a wolf

took me.

Well I'm sorry, but I'm still going to take you with me,

Miss--

Silks, Stella Silks.

Why?

Well why?

Because we're 100 miles from nowhere.

The countryside's infested with renegades.

There's no food out here, no water.

If I leave you here you're going to die.

Can't get much straighter than that.

Listen Marshall, that same Cynthia kid,

she'll make it out.

When I was 18 I was-- forget what I was doing.

I'll only slow you down.

Miss, they get her to Mexico, you know what she's in for.

I know.

I'll get your horse.

Hoxie, give the animals a rest.

What about those prisoners?

Their wagon's got to be hotter than Hades.

Oh, I never knew you to show such sweet concern before.

Well you want them fat and sassy for Chihuahua, don't you?

Aye.

Now you're speaking them as though they was cattle.

Ain't they?

Hoxie, get them out.

Get out of there.

[shouting]

Come on.

Get out.

[scream]

Why are you being nice to me?

I don't know.

I guess maybe because you're scared.

You ever done this before?

I've done my share.

What's your name?

Cynthia.

Cynthia Emery.

Where'd they capture you?

Kansas, just a few miles from Dodge City.

Any folks?

[CRYING] They were killed.

Hey look, Come on, don't now.

It won't do you any good.

Where are you taking us?

Mexico.

Why?

You mean you don't know?

No.

Why?

Well ask any one of those women.

No, you tell me.

Business-- female business.

Fitz got some fancies, except the ones

he's talking about get paid for it.

You ain't going to have any choice.

Sorry, but I figured you knew.

I'll be a slave.

You'll be alive.

I'd rather be dead.

Yeah, that's what they all say.

But you wouldn't come down to it.

Face it, it's the only way you're going to survive.

I'm not cut out for this.

I ache from bustle to bone.

How is she? -No change.

-What day is it? -I think it's Thursday.

I'd have been in San Antoine by now,

soaking in a tube of hot water.

There's a job waiting for me there.

And here I am, in the middle of nothing,

saddled with a lawman and a kid who can't talk.

I'm sorry.

You pulled me out of a tight spot.

How'd you get into this?

They hit the stage I was on.

Only one they took alive.

Stage from Abilene?

Abilene, Devil's Half Acre.

Ever been there?

Time or two.

I used to work the Alamo Saloon there on Cedar Street.

Toughest block on this side of hell.

Up to a week ago I ran my own place.

I liked Abilene.

Why'd you leave?

Marshall ran me out.

I could've stayed if I paid him more, but I wouldn't.

Now Abilene, places before, just faded memories.

What part of Kansas are you from?

Dodge City.

Dodge, now there's a town.

You know the Long Branch there?

Yep.

Hear it's run by a woman.

That's right.

Level with me.

What does she pay you to stay open.

All the law allows.

And you're the law?

Well, at least you're honest about it.

We better get moving.

Come on honey.

You gotta eat something.

Can't get her to eat.

Honey.

Honey, please.

Are we that hungry yet?

Marcy, look what I got for you.

Go on, take him.

Take good care of him now.

He's yours.

He's just a baby and needs someone to look after him.

[snoring]

We went away?

Well I don't think so, not if you keep him warm and fed.

But I'll tell you what, I'll fix a little cage for him

tomorrow just in case.

Momma?

Momma?

Marcy-- Marcy.

Your momma's gone.

But your grandpa, he's waiting for you.

You better get some sleep now.

Can I hug you?

Sure.

All right, you lie down now.

I just learned something about you big man.

You're a pushover.

[heavy breathing]

[gunshot]

Think he's hungry?

If he is, he's not alone.

What does he eat?

Well, want to get down and pick him some of those plants there?

All right.

There you go.

Make sure he doesn't get away now.

Not exactly Kansas City.

Sorry, it's the best we can do.

Supposed to be quite a place, Dodge.

One town I haven't hit yet.

Maybe I'll just show up there some day, stir things up.

Yeah, I'll bet you could too.

But did you ever stop to think what you're going to do

when you run out of towns?

Never think about it.

Bad for my peace of mind.

Most towns, women will cross the street to avoid me.

Men who knew me by my first name at night

didn't know me at all during the day.

Hypocrites.

I'm going to open those doors that have been closed to me.

Someday I'll end up in a town like Saint Louis, or even

Chicago, living out my days a nice old lady

with gracious ways, church teas, lectures, concerts.

Why wait?

Takes money.

I'm saving for it.

Well you're young now.

You better not wait too long.

Comanches.

Comanches.

NARRATOR: Stay tuned for exciting scenes

from our next "Gunsmoke."