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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.

Hold it, Marshal.

You half scared me to death.

If I'd have known it was you, I wouldn't have fired.

Feared you might hit me with a wild shot.

You were pretty jumpy.

Let me take a look at that.

Man can't be too careful.

There's a lot of ruffians are outlaws around.

Speaking of outlaws, where's that bank money?

In my saddle bags.

Never really figured being lucky enough to spend it no how.

$300 wouldn't get you far anyway.

Would've been Mexico.

No, sir, being born lazy and unlucky

is a curse, sure enough.

You ever try working steady?

I used to.

Didn't like it much.

Somehow, robbing that bank seemed like a good idea

at the time.

Sure beats working.

If you don't mind going to jail.

Oh, can't be all bad.

Free room and board.

What's that hole look like?

Looks like the bullet's in there pretty deep.

There's a way station a few miles from here.

We'd better head for it.

That bad, huh?

Well, you're gonna need more help than I can give you.

It's too far back to Dodge.

Let's go.

[knocking on door]

Come in.

You want me, Miss Susan?

Yes, a half hour ago.

Yes'm.

I've been down to the bar and trying to--

Take my trunk downstairs, Dudley.

Yes'm.

Any sign of the stage?

No'm.

Sure sorry to see you and Miss Nellie go.

Well, I'm not.

In a few days, we'll be in St. Louis,

and the last few years will just seem like a bad dream.

Be careful with my trunk, Dudley.

I don't want it scratched.

Yes'm.

Sorry to be leaving you, Adam, but I promised Susan I'd

take her to St. Louis to live.

Goodbye, Adam.

Won't be long now, Miss Nellie.

No, I guess not, Dudley.

Not long.

I was just telling Miss Susan it sure pains me to see you go.

Thank you, Dudley.

I sure hate to go.

You know, I spent more than half my life here.

It's the only home I ever had.

Maybe you'll come back someday.

I don't think so.

You've been a great help, Dudley, and a real good friend.

I just done what I could.

When I talked to the new buyer in Wichita,

he promised to keep you on just as long as you want to stay.

I'm obliged, but it ain't gonna be the same no more.

No.

You won't have Susan always telling

you to do this and do that.

Well, I don't mind, Miss Nellie.

She ain't no bother at all.

I best be getting her bag.

Dudley, you take real good care of yourself now, you hear?

I'll do it sure, ma'am.

Dudley, I told you to come straight back to my room.

Stagecoach will be here, and my bags will still be upstairs.

Yes'm.

Aunt Nellie, I was looking for you a few minutes ago.

I was just saying goodbye to Adam.

I'm sure he'd understand.

Course.

The most important thing is I want you to be happy.

Well, I want us both to be happy, and we will.

I mean, think of all those fine things

we'll be doing in St. Louis.

There'll be plenty to do, all right.

Here she comes a-clogging.

Whoa.

Your ride is coming, Miss Nellie.

Well, if they need food, Dudley, you know where it's at.

Howdy, Nellie, Miss Susan.

Howdy, Murph.

Nellie, you really leaving?

That's right.

Dudley'll be looking after the place

till the new owner arrives.

I sure hope he's half a good a cook as you are.

Oh, is that so?

Then how come all the complaints?

Now, Nellie, you always knew I was just funning.

You're the best dang cook anywhere.

Miss Stewart.

Marshal.

Miss Stewart, I got a wounded man here.

Do you think you could help him?

Is it one of your deputies?

No, ma'am.

He's a prisoner.

Ma'am.

Dudley, give a hand.

Take him in the spare room.

Aunt Nellie.

Honey, that man's in a bad way.

He's an outlaw, and he's not dying.

Let the Marshal take care of him.

Susan, he needs our help.

Nellie, I gotta to be leaving in a few minutes.

I'm running late already.

Aunt Nellie, please!

Murphy, take the bags out.

Oh no!

If he were to die, I'd never be able to live with myself.

You said nothing would keep us from leaving.

And it won't, but two or three days

doesn't make any difference.

Nellie.

Go ahead, Murphy.

We'll catch you on the next run.

Now, why don't you put some kettles on to boil.

Susan, the quicker we get that man fit to travel,

the quicker we can leave.

Too bad the bullet didn't go straight through.

You reckon it'll leave a scar.

If I can't get that bullet out, you're not gonna

be worried much about anything.

There's nothing like an honest woman.

Well, you've got humor Mister.

I sure hope you've got sand to go along with it.

More sand in the desert, less of course it hurts.

Thank you, honey.

You best wait outside.

This isn't gonna be pretty.

I'll be in my room.

Thank you kindly, Miss.

Here, take as much as you can hold.

Marshal, you may have to hold him down.

If it's all the same to you, I'd rather try it alone.

Whatever you say.

It's your wound.

Oh, Marshal, there's hot food and coffee on the stove.

You're welcome to it.

All right.

I'll be right out there if you need me.

All right?

I guess so.

You-- you best hold on to that bedstead.

Yes'm.

[groaning]

You got sand, Mister, more than most men I seen in a while.

Oh.

How'd I do?

Fine.

I figured that you were gonna jump for the rafters,

but you didn't.

Thanks, ma'am.

I'm kind of glad you didn't take that stage up.

Now, don't pay that any mind.

Where was you headed?

St. Louis.

I've been there.

Folks running up and down like ants.

Was you gonna stay there long?

For good.

I'm selling this place.

Oh.

Your husband figure it'll be better in St. Louis?

My husband's been dead for eight years.

Oh.

That there's a real shame, ma'am.

Now, you just rest.

Marshal, when are you gonna take that man away?

Soon as your aunt says he can ride.

What did he do?

Robbed a bank.

He'll probably try to murder us all in our beds.

Oh, you don't have to worry about that.

He's not that kind of man.

Then why did you shoot him?

Well, at the time, I didn't have any choice.

Marshal, I want that man out of here soon as possible.

My aunt and I have to leave.

We were on our way to St. Louis when you showed up.

I know that, Miss, and I'm sorry.

But the man was hurt.

He needed help.

I knew I could count on your aunt.

You know something, Marshal?

It seems to me that trash like that,

men who rob banks and take advantage of innocent people

get more attention than decent, hard working citizens.

Miss Stewart, I want to thank you for your help.

Marshal, Mr. Boswell's not out of it yet,

but he's a lot better than he was this morning.

Marshal, how long does a man go to jail for robbing a bank?

I-- I mean, he seems like such a nice man.

Well, it depends.

In his case, he didn't take much money, and nobody was hurt,

so I'd say he probably won't get more than a couple of years.

But that's not all the trouble he's in.

Oh?

He's wanted for horse-stealing in Arkansas.

Well, that's a hanging offense.

There's a $500 reward out for him,

but there were some strange circumstances surrounding

this horse-stealing charge.

Well, can you tell me what happened?

Well, he bought a horse from some farmer down there,

and then he lost the bill of sale,

and then the farmer claimed that he stole the horse.

Now, if he'd stayed around for a trial,

he probably would have gotten off, but he ran.

But he is innocent.

This man's wife was involved in it somehow.

That's why the farmer swore he was gonna have Boswell's head.

That's why he put up the $500 reward.

Nellie: Then you have to take him back?

No, as far as I'm concerned, his debt

is to the state of Kansas.

When Boswell gets out of jail, if he stays out

of trouble and out of Arkansas, I

think he's gonna be all right.

I'm glad he didn't hurt anyone.

So am I. Well, I guess I'll turn in.

I'll be out in the bar if you need me.

-Good night, Marshal. -Good night.

Good night.

There now.

You see, Susan?

Mr. Boswell's not such a bad sort after all.

Mr. Boswell is an outlaw any way you cut it.

I'd better go fix him that tray.

Aunt Nellie, are you taking a liking to that man?

Well, he's a likable man.

We are leaving on the next stage?

Well, of course we are, honey.

I mean, if I never see another corral or drifter again,

I'm gonna be happy.

What are you boys wanting?

You own this place?

Nope, belongs to Mrs. Stewart.

Well, then what we want ain't your concern.

It's hern.

It be my concern.

Ain't this a way station.

It is that.

Well, we're hungrier than a she-wolf with 12 pups.

Food's all we want.

Best check with Mrs. Stewart, then.

Much obliged.

Sir.

Evening, ma'am.

One of our horses went lame.

We had a camp down by the creek.

We seen your lamp and figured maybe we'd get some food.

Do you have any money?

No, ma'am, but my cousin Sam here,

he'll work it out for our supper.

Well, our man Dudley does all the work we need,

and we don't give food away.

But the good book says it's better to give than to receive.

Well, you'll receive nothing here.

Well, ma'am, you think maybe you

could spare us some left overs?

We throw our leftovers to the dogs.

Now, you listen here, you little--

I'm gonna tell you some--

What is it?

They want food, and they don't have any money to pay for it.

We offered to work for it, ma'am.

Well, we do have food to spare.

Maybe tomorrow morning you can help the handyman

mend the fence out back.

Yes'm, we'll do that sure.

It's real kind of you.

There's hot food on the stove.

The kitchen's in there.

You men help yourself.

Thank you, ma'am.

Thank you, ma'am.

You sure can cook, Mrs. Stewart.

I won't be tasting the likes of this for a spell, I reckon.

I know.

The Marshal told me.

He also told me that you were not such a bad sort.

Oh, did he now?

That's what he said.

Why, I'm the most feared desperado you ever seen.

I robbed 16 banks, four trains.

I've been around the world twice, then to a [inaudible]

once.

Is that a fact, Mr. Boswell?

It's a gold-plated fact, ma'am.

You know, I would think there are better things to do

than watching your backtrail.

Did you ever think of giving it all up?

Oh, I've been thinking of a bullet in the side,

and maybe the next one, the brisket,

ain't hardly worth all the tribulation.

That makes good sense.

You know, when you get out of jail,

you ought to find yourself a good woman.

Settle down.

I'm afraid it's too late for that.

It's never too late.

The right one comes along, Mr. Boswell.

No, it's not that.

It's just that it's too late for me.

I know this don't matter to you, but you be one of the finest

women I ever met, Mrs. Stewart.

You best eat your food, Mr. Boswell, before it gets cold.

I feel lively now.

Me too.

Wonder if they got any whiskey around here.

Now, we best let that ride.

We done got all we gonna get.

Sure could do with some whiskey.

I could do with something else.

Me too.

Maybe I'm gonna get it too.

Fella outside's gonna stick you.

You don't think I'm afraid of an idiot with a pitchfork,

do you?

Missie, we've ate, and--

Then move your arm and get out.

You go beds to let?

Not to you.

Maybe your ma'd say different.

My aunt.

Now move your arm, trash!

You hear that, Sam?

Her aunt.

Prissy, I've seen your kind before.

Now sit and talk a spell with me.

I'm gonna learn you [inaudible].

No!

I'm gonna teach you something now!

[screaming]

What happened?

Are you all right?

Just get 'em out of here!

I don't think they'll bother you anymore.

Good night. -Thank you, Marshal.

Good night.

Get out of here, both of you, and don't come back.

You're sure you're all right?

I don't wanna talk about it.

They're disgusting.

But you see what happens in this god-forsaken place?

We'll be leaving here soon, honey?

Oh, are we?

Are we really?

Susan, Marshal!

Susan, bring some cold water, and make it quick!

Marshal, I need your help.

He's burning up with fever.

Susan!

As soon as we break the fever and he calms down a bit,

I'm gonna have to open up that wound and drain it.

Over here, quick!

Don't you go and die on me, Mr. Boswell.

Don't you die on me.

Morning.

What happened?

You were delirious.

I thought for a while there you weren't gonna make it.

But you are a strong man.

You must have fought hard for me.

I fought hard with you.

So did the Marshal.

I'm in debt to you both.

It's a long time since anyone cared about me.

I wish things was different.

What?

I wish I'd met up with you sooner.

There is more to life than just the past.

For some people, not me.

For everyone who'll take it.

I'll go get you some broth.

You know, if I'm ever down this way with a bullet in me,

I'm gonna have 'em bring me to you.

I'm afraid you're gonna be out of luck.

I won't be here.

Susan and I are moving to St. Louis.

You don't seem too pleased with it.

I've been happy here.

I know it's kind of out in the middle of nowhere,

and there's nothing really much for a young girl to do.

And I guess, in a way, I feel sort of guilty about keeping

her here so long.

I dunno.

Seems to me you've done pretty well by her.

I suppose so, some ways.

Some other ways, I'm not too sure.

You know, when I was a child, my daddy was well-to-do.

And he used to take my mother and I so many places.

And when Susan was a little girl,

and her parents died of the pox and she came here to stay,

I used to tell her stories about how much fun it

was, exciting things about the big cities,

Memphis, New Orleans.

Guess it kind of stuck.

I suppose maybe I shouldn't have told her.

But that's all past now.

How is he?

Oh, he's much better.

How soon do you think he'll be able to ride?

I don't think he'll be able to mount a horse

for another three or four days.

Three or four days?

Well, he's still weak, honey.

You know, I've gotta ride over to Mead

and get a wire off to my deputies,

or they're gonna come looking for me.

When will you be back?

I should be back by the end of the week.

Are you gonna handcuff that man?

No, there's no need for that.

He's not going anywhere in his condition.

You gonna be all right here, Mrs. Stewart?

Don't worry about me.

I keep that shotgun handy.

Good.

Aunt Nellie, you said he was better.

Why can't the Marshal just put him on the wagon

and take him on to Dodge City?

Well, he is better, honey, but he is weak,

and he wouldn't last five miles in a bumpy wagon.

Honey, what else can I do?

Aunt Nellie, I love you very much.

And I don't want to sound mean, or cruel, or anything,

but I've planned this for a long time.

I know you have.

And it'll only be another three or four days.

Well, three or four days seems like an eternity.

I'm just afraid that after Boswell

and the Marshal leave you're-- you're gonna

find some other excuse to stay.

I promised, didn't I?

You promised before.

How many times?

And there's always been something.

Aunt Nellie, you've always given me anything I wanted,

a new dress that I can only wear out to the barn.

And you've given me books that show

me that there are other things, other places besides here.

You've given me anything I wanted,

except what I want most.

I wanna meet some young people, maybe even

get married before I'm gray.

And you will.

If we don't leave this time, I'll never forgive you, never.

That hog gonna be tougher than a razor strop.

Sure could have had it different

if you let that girl be.

Ain't that thing ready yet?

About ready as it'll ever be.

Better than nothing.

That's your failing, Sam.

You were always settling for scrappings.

I got no choice.

Course you could go up there and ask the Marshal for victuals.

Wonder why he's up there.

Don't know.

Don't care none.

He must be after someone.

Glad it ain't us.

Course, we ain't done nothing but steal a few pigs.

Well, he best not cross my trail.

The more I chew this thing, the bigger it gets.

It's like to choke me.

[coughing]

There.

How's that?

Just fine.

When's the Marshal getting back?

Sometime tomorrow night, he said.

Man could ride a far piece in two days', can't he?

I suppose so.

You been mighty good to me.

Better than I deserve.

But just supposing-- supposing you

was to saddle my horse for me?

Mr. Boswell!

I was just supposing.

Yesterday, you figured you'd be through with running.

Well, I did.

But I didn't tell you all there was to it.

After I finish my stretch, I reckon

I'll be sent back to Arkansas.

I'm facing a rope there.

The Marshal told me.

He said you got a raw deal.

He's not sending you back.

He's not?

That's what he said.

Well, if he said it, he means it.

He don't say what he don't mean.

There now.

You see?

Things aren't so bad.

You got a future now.

That's a fact.

You know, just for a second there,

it kinda sounded like you cared what happened to me.

Well, I do care.

You're a kind man.

You got a lot of good in you, if you just let it come out.

Man rides alone so long, there ain't much call for it.

Weren't you ever married?

Oh, never found a woman who'll put up with me.

What about that woman in Arkansas?

Her?

The farmer's wife?

She wanted to run away.

She asked if she could ride with me up to Fort Smith.

I said yes, though I hardly knowed her.

Farmer caught us 10 miles out of town.

Later on, I got a chance to run, and took it.

That's about it.

But you're through running now.

Next couple of years, I ain't gonna worry none about that.

What then?

Maybe like you said.

If the right woman just happens to be around, I'll settle down.

Maybe she will be.

Well, that's dreaming.

Most women don't cotton to jail birds.

If a man's paid his debt, it's over and done with, leastwise,

that's the way I look at it.

Your niece don't see it that way.

I am not Susan.

SUSAN: Aunt Nellie!

Well, I best go see what she wants.

I'm coming, dear.

No, sir, you sure ain't Susan.

Look at this, a rat chewed into my bag last night

and rate ate right through it.

Oh, that's a shame, honey.

Well, I'll have Dudley put out some more

poison first thing tomorrow.

It's my best dress.

Don't you fret.

When we get to St. Louis, I'll buy you a brand new one.

Please, promise me we'll take that stage tomorrow.

I can't promise that, Susan.

Mr. Boswell isn't well enough yet.

Mr. Boswell, Mr. Boswell!

I am sick and tired of hearing about him.

That's all you talk about.

Every waking minute since he arrived, it's Mr. Boswell.

That stage arrives tomorrow at 10:00.

Are we gonna be on it or not?

Susan, I'd like to, but I can't.

I've known-- not yet.

Well, thank you.

Thank you very much.

There, you see?

You're getting stronger.

Walking around a bit'll keep you from stiffening up.

I reckon I've been a real bother.

No.

In fact, it's been kind of nice to have

a man around to take care of.

Nobody's worn that robe for over eight years.

I've been doing a lot of thinking.

And there's something I've got to say.

Now, I ain't very good with words,

and maybe this ain't so proper, but time is short for me.

Well, I figure when a person has something to say,

any time's the right time.

It's something I never said to no one else.

Oh, when I get out of jail, I'm ain't

gonna break the law again.

I promise that.

And I was wondering if-- now, I don't mean this as no insult.

If, well-- I ain't much of a bargain,

but you'd make me the proudest man alive if you'd marry me.

I'd work with you, and I'd stand by, you,

and I'd never let you down.

Why, Mr. Boswell?

Why?

I guess I love you.

And I guess that's what I needed to hear.

You know, when my husband died, I figured I'd never care

for another man ever again.

I would be proud to be your wife.

I can't believe it.

When I get out of jail, I'll come as quick

as I can to St. Louis, and--

Do you like this place?

Yeah, it's a nice place.

Well, when you come out, how would

you like to come down here?

I-- I haven't signed the final paper with the buyer.

Maybe we could run it together.

I'd like that fine.

What about Susan?

Well, I'll-- I'll take her on a long trip.

I will show her everything.

Maybe by then she'll wanna come back.

Well, you do whatever you think is best.

Well, I'm best-- don't tell her.

And that is gonna be a chore.

No, no.

I absolutely forbid you to marry that man.

Susan, I understand how you feel.

And I am sorry.

But Mr. Boswell and I care about each other.

And we do want to come back here to live.

You have lost your senses.

Now, that will be enough.

This is the way it's going to be.

You can't do this to me.

After all these years, doesn't my happiness

mean anything to you?

Mine doesn't seem to mean anything to you.

Evening, Miss Susan.

Something wrong?

My aunt is going to marry that outlaw

and come back to this to live.

I'm never gonna get out of here, never.

Marshal don't seem to think he's such a bad fella.

Miss Susan, I always felt mighty strongly for you.

I've saved some money.

If you'd be inclined, I'll take you away to the city.

I'd be proud.

Do you honestly believe I'd go anywhere with you?

I was just trying to help.

Hey, Sam.

We got company.

You here on business, missie?

I brought you some food.

I am here on business.

What kind of business?

Do you wanna earn $500?

Doing what?

There's an outlaw up at the house.

His name is Walter Boswell.

He's wanted in Waldron, Arkansas for horse-stealing.

There's a $500 reward on him.

You take him there, and the reward is yours.

Sure.

All we gotta do is take him out from under that Marshal's nose.

The Marshal is in Mead.

By the time he gets back, you'll be gone.

Horse-stealing's a hanging affair.

That's Boswell's concern.

NEWT: Now, what's in this for you?

That's my concern.

We need money to get to Arkansas.

I'll give you $30.

What about your aunt?

When it's dark, and my aunt's asleep,

I'll lock her in her room.

You just come and take him.

We can't.

Our horse is played out.

Then take my sorrel mare.

When you have Boswell, I'll give you the money and a bill

of sale for the horse.

Ma'am, you just made yourself a deal.

You come up just two hours after dark.

She's a hard one, Newt.

You know something, Sam?

Our ship just come in.

Hey, where you going with that horse?

You got the money?

He's in there.

[click]

Don't make a peep, Boswell.

What the?

Shh.

Newt, he ain't got on nothing but drawers.

We can't take a naked man to Arkansas.

Well-- well, look around.

His clothes must be here someplace.

Look in that chest yonder.

You open your mouth-- Shh!

[thumping]

Here's your bill of sale.

Much obliged, ma'am.

Just get him out of here.

Goodbye, Mr. Boswell!

Nellie!

Nellie!

Nellie!

Come on, get him out of here!

Nellie!

Marshal?

Them drifters, they're in the house.

Nellie!

Let go of him!

No!

Hold it.

[gunshot]

Put your hands up.

Newt, Newt, you all right?

You done this.

You done it!

That's not true!

You said it was easy.

Take him to Arkansas and get the reward!

That's a lie!

Here's the money.

She gave us the money.

Here.

See?

You know we had no money before.

It was only you and I and your aunt

that knew about that reward.

Aunt Nellie, I-- I did it for you!

Go to your room.

Aunt Nellie, please.

Go to your room.

Mr. Boswell.

Wish everybody round here'd quit picking on me.

Glad you came back early, Marshal.

We didn't expect you till tomorrow night.

Yeah, I ran into a friend down the trail.

He delivered that wire for me.

Thank the good Lord for that.

Susan, I'm going with him to the trial.

And you're gonna marry him.

Yes, I am.

He's a good man.

What about me?

Mr. Boswell and I have talked it over.

It was a terrible thing that yo did,

but we're both willing to forgive and forget.

I'm not.

Maybe I was wrong, always giving in to you.

Some folks said I should have treated you stronger,

but I-- I did what I thought best.

But I didn't betray you.

You did that by thinking only of yourself.

Won't you can with us?

Us?

Boswell?

If it hadn't been for him, none of this would have happened.

I never wanna see him again, never!

So be it.

Take it away, Murphy.

All right, Marshal.

[coach departs]

Dudley, where are you going?

Away.

Remember yesterday, you said you had some money,

and that you'd take me to the city?

I'll go with you.

Well, that was yesterday, Miss Susan.

Today, I wouldn't have you on a whiskey bet.

Bye, Miss Susan.

NARRATOR: Stay tuned for exciting scenes

from our next "Gunsmoke."

[theme song]