Around dark city and in the territory on west, there's just one way to handle the killers
and the spoilers and that's with the US Marshal and the smell of Gunsmoke.
Gunsmoke, starring William Conrad, the story of the violence that moved west with young
America, the story of a man who moved with it, Matt Dillon, United States Marshal.
Oh boy.
Oh boy.
Wild hog.
Wild hog at you.
Wild hog, you're dead.
Wild hog, you there?
Who are you?
Put that spear down.
Listen, wild hog and me are friends, big friends.
You'll make much noise.
You're shy, ain't you?
You must be with wild hog.
What name you like, man?
I'm Ord Spicer.
Ord Spicer, you hear?
You bother me and you'll be in big trouble with wild hog.
No trouble.
Tell these other redskins to put their spears down.
I need more room.
Come, white man.
Are you with wild hog or ain't you?
Much talk, come.
All right.
Any tricks, I'll shoot you first.
No one around here.
Where is he?
Horsehair, you walk.
Blasted white candy ride out like anybody else.
I want to be in Dodge tonight.
I'll be in Dodge tonight.
Hey, wild hog, it's me.
It's Ord Spicer, all right?
Yes.
These braves of yours sure keep you covered.
Can't tell one from another, except you, of course.
Hayden thought maybe I'd run into the wrong Indians.
No moon tonight.
Oh, I recognized them as Cheyennes, all right,
but you never know with...
With what, Spicer?
Nothing, wild hog, forget it.
You never know with Indians.
Now, wild hog, you and me are friends.
Don't get so touchy.
I didn't mean nothing.
We are not friends.
I pay you.
That is all.
Sure we're friends.
You're about the most educated Indian I ever met, that's why.
I learn only English from the white men.
Nothing else.
You sure had a good teacher, fella.
General Custer, many bitter moons ago.
I was a scout.
Don't matter, I never heard of him.
He was killed.
Well, that's nothing to do with me.
You got the money, wild hog?
Yes.
Here.
Five hundred dollars.
Five hundred?
Our deal was for a thousand.
You will get the rest later.
But I'm running a big risk for you, Cheyennes.
This is mighty dangerous work, wild hog.
It will be even more dangerous if we do not meet again, Spicer.
Oh, wild hog, you can trust me.
I'll be back, you know that.
Yes.
When?
Ooh, two, three days.
Where'll I find you?
Make camp near here.
We'll find you.
Okay.
I'll get on into Dodge now.
Good-bye, wild hog.
Don't get drunk, Spicer.
Never touch it.
Hey, bartender, set out another bottle of whiskey for me and my friend.
What did you say your called, stranger?
Or Spicer, friend?
Here, let me fill your glass.
Some time you got here, Dodge.
Sure, easy with your money, Spicer.
Nothing's too good for my friend.
Say, what name you go by anyway?
You got a lot of money, Spicer.
Sure I got money. I'll have more soon.
You must have hit it rich, huh?
Sure I hit it rich.
Easy money, friend, easy money.
How'd you do it, Spicer, anyway?
Friend, I live like a gambler.
My life's chicken one day and feathers an egg.
Right now it's all chicken.
Gambler, how'd you do it?
You made out real good, Spicer.
Brains and guts, friend.
Brains and guts, that's all it takes.
I know, I know, but how?
You don't get money like that robbing old Indians.
What's that?
What'd you say about Indians?
It's just a way of saying it back home.
Don't get on the pride about it.
Maybe you talk too much.
Maybe you ask too many questions.
What's the matter with you, anyway?
You know too much.
Look, Spicer, if you're hiding something, don't trouble yourself.
I ain't interested in you or your money or your liquor.
I don't like that.
You don't have to.
You bet I don't.
Keep your eyes right on mine, Spicer.
I want to watch you die.
Spicy.
Good morning, Mr. Dillon.
How's our prisoner, Chester?
He's got two, Mr. Dillon.
He got two?
Yes, sir.
There's that old Spicer fellow you locked up,
and then there's a drunk who tried to buffalo me after you went to bed.
Did you have any trouble with him?
A little, Mr. Dillon.
He tried to hit me on the head with his sixth gun.
You look all right.
He didn't do it, sir.
I bit his thumb and kneed him at the same time.
That's quite a trick, Chester.
You must have been practicing.
No, sir, I haven't been practicing.
But I had it all thought out.
I see.
All right, let's turn Spicer loose.
I'll go get him, Mr. Dillon.
About time.
Where's my gun, Marshal?
There it is, Spicer.
And don't use it around here anymore.
You can't bother a man for self-defense.
I just want you to stay out of Dodge.
One kill at your limit here, even in self-defense.
I ain't a fair to you, Marshal.
Besides, this is a poor town anyways.
You can have it.
My, that man would kick a hog barefoot in.
He sure would, Chester.
There's something real bad about him.
Yeah, I don't know what it is, Chester,
and I hope I don't have to find out.
Well, you'll go away.
Fellas like that gotta keep moving.
Seems like nobody wants them.
Now, don't feel sorry for him, Chester.
He got that way all by himself.
Yes, sir.
I mean, no, sir.
Morning, Marshal.
Those graders get here yet, Jack?
Yep.
I come in on the Santa Fe yesterday, Marshal.
Four of them, right back here.
Oh, good.
Beautiful guns, ain't they?
Just beautiful.
You're a good storekeeper, Jack,
but I only need two of them.
Well, I could make you a good price
on all four, Marshal.
It wouldn't be any good if I don't need four, would it?
Well, maybe not, but I never know.
I got half a dozen.44 sharps rifles, same shipment.
Thought I'd be stuck with them forever.
Well, with the big.50 out now,
there ain't a Buffalo Hunter to use.44 anymore.
I don't see any.44s.
Well, that's just what I'm telling you.
Feller stopped in just this morning, took all six.
Paid me $75 a piece, too.
You sold six rifles to one man?
That's right, Marshal.
Was he a Buffalo Hunter?
Well, he looked more like a drifter to me.
Had plenty of cash, so...
You know his name?
No idea.
Nothing wrong with it, was there, Marshal?
Been a holdup around here I haven't heard about?
No, no.
Just a lot of rifles for one man to buy.
No log in it, is there?
What'd this man look like, Jack?
Tall, skinny, kind of mean face.
Mm-hmm.
He wear one six gun, black grips.
Yeah. Come to think of it, he dead.
You knew him?
Yeah. Lord Spicer.
He killed a man last night.
Look at him.
Well, now I heard about that shooting.
What do you suppose he's up to now?
Where'd he go?
I wouldn't know it.
Packed the rifles on him, you and rode out of town.
You going after him, Marshal?
No, no.
Looks like you say, Jack, there's no law against a man
buying all the rifles he wants.
Seems strange, that's all.
Well, let's settle on the price for those greeners, huh?
Next day, Chester and I took the new greeners
and rode out for Prairie Chicken.
We had a sackful within an hour and we headed back to town,
arguing on the way as to whether we'd bake the birds whole
or just cut the breasts off and broil them.
We still hadn't settled a matter when we reached Dodge.
And we never did.
The stage from Hay City had arrived half hour before,
bringing with it the bodies of two men found alongside the road.
They were just laying there, Marshal, about five miles back.
Both shot dead, but I thought I'd better bring them in anyway.
Did you recognize them, Pete?
No, Marshal, I didn't.
Doc says there are a couple of riders from the T-Bar Outfit.
He got them up in his office now.
You bringing their horses?
No sign of a horse, but there was an awful lot of tracks around.
All right, I'll go see if Doc's found anything.
Hang around, Pete, will you?
I may want some more information from you.
Okay, if I do my waiting at the alapraganza, Marshal?
Yeah, sure, sure.
I'll put our horses up, Mr. Dillon.
Yours, Chester, I may want mine.
Yes, sir.
Oh, hello, Marshal.
Just finishing up here, be right with you.
How'd they die, Doc?
Well, they got half shot, and then shot dead, Marshal.
Yeah, I know, I know, but is there any way of telling if maybe they killed each other?
They, uh...
Ah, there, now that does it.
No, there is, Marshal, but I'd be mighty surprised if they did.
Now, what do you mean, Doc?
Well, they were cowboys, Marshal.
Cowboys just don't generally carry buffalo guns.
Here, take a look.
What?
I dug some of these out of each of them.
Those are slugs from a Sharp's rifle, Marshal.
Yeah, sure are.
That one's the best I found, right there.
What caliber did you say this is, Doc?
Oh, I'd guess 44.
Yeah, 44 Sharp's.
Mm-hmm.
Not many 44s in use around here since the big 50 came, huh?
I know a man with six of them, Doc.
Hmm?
Hmm.
Hmm.
What do you think of that?
I'll let you know when I get back.
Come on, Doc.
We will return for the second act of gun smoke in just a moment.
But first, behind the famous creaking door to Inner Sanctum tomorrow evening,
there lies one of the most hair-raising tales to date.
Meet Raymond, your host on Inner Sanctum, tomorrow night on most of these same CBS radio stations.
Now, the second act of gun smoke.
The stage driver rode with me back to where he found the bodies, and from there I rode on alone.
It was an easy trail at first. There must have been more than a dozen horses running together.
Long toward dusk, however, they suddenly split up, and I was faced with two different trails to follow.
Meet again with his choice and rode harder than ever.
There was only an hour of light left to track by when my horse stepped into a prairie dog hole,
snapped his leg, and went over hard.
My head glanced off a rock.
There was a shower of light and nothing.
That's him, all right. That's Dillon. He's a marshal of Dodge, I told you about.
I think he is not dead.
Stop. What will you have done?
But you can't let him live. He'd kill us, all right. I'm going to kill him anyway.
You'd die for it if you do.
Okay. You're the boss. But you'll wish I'd shot him.
He is coming too now. We take care of him our own way. White clown, pick up his guns.
He didn't hurt. Just knocked out, that's all.
Indians.
Cheyenne's.
I'm no Indian, marshal.
Spicer. Yeah, sure.
No tricks now, marshal. These Redskins will shoot you to pieces.
Yeah. Are those new sharps 44s you bought them, Spicer?
It's no business of yours, marshal. Not now. You're through. You're all the way through.
Spicer, you're under arrest.
What?
I said you're under arrest.
Now, marshal, what are you arresting me for? Not that it matters much.
For selling guns to Indians and on suspicion of murder.
All right. So I'm under arrest. But marshal, I want to ask you something.
Yeah.
How are you going to take me in, that's all? Just how are you going to manage?
I'll worry about that.
You sure will. Come on, wild hog. Let's shoot him and get it over with.
Okay. This is a man of much heart. I admire his courage.
To stand with death on all sides and arrest a man.
No, we will not kill him. Not yet.
But you can't take him with us.
White Cloud, give them a horse. Come.
They gave me a horse all right with the T-bar brand on it.
But I was surrounded by six armed Indians and a no good white who would shoot me anytime he thought he could get by with it.
Wild hog rode up ahead leading the party northwest, apparently to rendezvous with a bunch that had split off from this one.
Spicer stayed right alongside of me.
Well, am I still under arrest, marshal?
You're still guilty, aren't you?
Sure. I'll admit it. Don't matter, being as how you'll never see Dodge again or any other place.
What are you doing with these Cheyennes here anyway, Spicer?
I got a deal with wild hog, marshal. Real good deal.
Killing white men part of it?
They don't need any help there, marshal. They like to kill white men.
Maybe they'll kill you before they're through.
No, I'm too valuable to them. They like me.
Now, now why would they like you?
Well, they didn't at first, but I talked them into it.
Talked wild hog into it. He's a smart fella that Indian.
Saw right away what I could do for him. Like buying those rifles.
What else did you do for him?
Well, I stopped those two riders with the horses, told them I was sick, got them off guard.
Those Cheyennes were on before they could move. It was real easy.
You're kind of like a Judas sheep in a slaughter pen, huh?
Yeah, that's it, marshal. Pays better, though.
I got $500 coming since we find a ranch or two to raid.
I see.
Pretty good deal, huh?
You know, I think a lot more of these Indians than I do of you, spicer.
I don't like that, marshal.
At least they got an argument on their side. But you're just a renegade white.
I'll kill you for that, marshal.
Now shut up.
All right, you've asked for it.
Shoot me and Wild Hog will split you wide open, spicer.
Besides, he's spotted the rest of his party up there.
Oh, yeah. All right for now, marshal. But I'll see you dead.
I promise I'll see you dead.
I was still alive two days later when we crossed the smoky hill river about a hundred miles northwest of Dodge.
There were 15 Cheyennes in the party. And day and night, two of them, by turns, never took their eyes off of me.
They seemed anxious for an excuse to cut my throat. I had to watch every movement I made.
Looked pretty hopeless. Wild Hog was smart and he took no chances.
But often he and I rode along together, though always flanked by my two warrior guards.
Country is greener already, better every mile.
Why have you been raiding so far south, Wild Hog, if you like this land better?
We are northern Cheyenne, marshal, from the Bighorn Mountains.
The Army took us south to a reservation in the Oklahoma territory.
Oh, so that's it. You jumped your reservation, huh?
Why should we live in a hot, flat land that has no game?
But the Army will be after you again. You've broken the law.
Whose law? Ours or yours?
All right, Wild Hog. But the Indian has a law against murder. You've broken that twice that I know of.
Cheyenne does not speak of it as murder to kill his enemy.
Those cowboys weren't your enemy, Wild Hog. They weren't fighting you.
The Army drove us from our home in the mountains. The Army took our horses from us.
We are going back home now on other horses, that's all.
That doesn't explain your killing. Those men were peaceful.
Marshal, if I could, I would kill every white man in the country.
But I cannot. The Indian nations cannot.
Red man has always fled before the white man.
Those cowboys weren't chasing you?
We needed their horses. They didn't even have a chance to fight. You tricked them.
Is it only the white man who was allowed to trick his enemy?
I was young once, Marshal, but I have seen too much trickery and lies and destruction and broken promises.
I'll admit that's happened, Wild Hog.
But you know, not every man is a liar and a killer.
No. There are white men like you. And there are white men like Spicer.
Spicer?
Tell me something. Would you consider Ord Spicer guilty of murder?
The Indian is Spicer's enemy, not his own people. Therefore it is murder.
Then you understand why it's Spicer I came after, not you.
Why not me, Marshal?
You're the Army's problem, not mine.
I expect to fight the Army many times before we reach the mountains.
Yeah.
What, uh, what are your plans for me, Wild Hog?
I have been thinking.
Yeah?
I do not know yet.
What about Spicer?
Spicer works for me. Why should I think about him?
Then you're not as smart as I figured.
All right, Marshal. I do not trust Spicer.
He is a traitor to his own people and only for money.
I have rifles now and enough horses. I do not need Spicer.
You're going to kill him?
Why not? He is only another white man.
You said yourself you can't kill all the white men.
If you were free, Marshal, you would take him back and let other white men kill him.
What difference how he dies?
Makes a difference to me, Wild Hog. I'm a lawman.
I may have to kill you too.
You're a hard man to be friends with.
I will explain to you, Marshal.
It matters little about any Indian.
Few more winters and not many of my people will be alive.
I do not complain of our fate.
Tribe follows tribe. Nation follows nation.
It is the law of nature.
The white man's turn to be defeated and to disappear will come.
It is just a matter of time.
And so we may be brothers after all, Marshal.
I'm not sure I believe all of that, Wild Hog.
Of course not.
Still I recognize you as a warrior among your people.
As I am a warrior among mine.
Too bad we're not on the same side.
As long as we are brave and willing to die.
It does not matter.
I ride ahead now. You stay with the others.
That night we reached the North Fork of the Indian.
That night we reached the North Fork of the Solomon River and camped with the shadow of low hills not many miles ahead.
Wild Hog ordered my guards to keep me some distance from the rest of the party.
So I pulled up some buffalo grass and bedded down on it early.
I watched the stars until sleep came.
Next thing I heard was the sound of horses fading off in the distance.
The two brave's guard and me had disappeared so I got up and walked carefully back to where the Cheyennes were camped.
There a couple of horses stood tied to a bush but they were alone.
The Indians had left. I stopped for a moment to listen.
And then suddenly I saw the figure of a man lying in the moonlight about 20 feet off.
Spicer. Spicer.
There's no blood on you. You're all right. Come on a minute man. Come on.
My hair. You've been knocked out that's all. Now come on sit up.
Oh. Oh gee.
What happened? Where are they? Where's Wild Hog?
They've gone.
Gone? Gone where?
Where'd they go?
They've been headed for the Big Horn Mountains. Less chance of running into the army if they travel at night.
But they couldn't leave me. Not here. Not now.
In fact they did. Some brave club Jim they rode off that's all.
But I gotta go with them.
You're still groggy Spicer. You're still under arrest. Remember?
You can't take me in Marshal. Wild Hog will be back. He won't let you.
Why do you think he left you here Spicer?
We're friends. Big friends me and Wild Hog.
You got no friends. You don't belong in anybody's camp.
And I'm taking you back to Dodge anyway.
That murdering redskie's a better man than you Spicer.
He's brave and he's willing to die.
Now come on we got a long ride back.
Gunsmoke under the direction of Norman McDonald stars William Conrad as Matt Dillon U.S. Marshal.
Tonight's story was specially written for Gunsmoke by John Meston with music composed and conducted by Rex Corey.
Featured in tonight's cast were Harry Bartel, Larry Dobkin, Herb Vigran and Jack Crouchon.
Parley Bayer is Chester and Howard McNeer is Dark.
Join us again next week as Matt Dillon U.S. Marshal fights to bring law and order out of the wild violence of the West in Gunsmoke.
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