 There's no Dodge City and in the territory on west, there's just one way to handle the killers of the spoilers and that's with a U.S. Marshal and the smell of guns smoke. Matt Dillon, United States Marshal, the first man they look for and the last they want to. It's a chancey job and it makes a man watchful. Then from the panhandle, bake in your lungs, drive on the blood of your brain and go and get into things that you might not even think of any other time. Yeah, that's what the summer days are like in Dodge City. But the nights are different. After sundown, when the warm dark lies soft and gentle on the prairie, then everything changes. Yeah, the nights are fine. Still in the heat of the day that breeds the trouble. Well, that sure is her all right. Who you talking about, Chester? Who's her? Lucy. Huh? Oh, you remember her, Mr. Dillon? That girl over here from Hunt took out a long-branded saloon and married last winter. Lucy was the man in the middle town. Oh. She'd come down to speak there. Oh, yeah. First time I saw her in a month or something, I heard a little leaf ride pretty close to her down there. Looks like she's coming here. I never could figure them through, Mr. Dillon. Why she'd ever marry him, I mean. And 800 acres of mighty good range land. So are you mad? Hello, baby. How much is it on? I haven't time, Maddie. I can't let Ephraim know I came here. Oh, why not? Why did you come? Ephraim is going to kill me. What? It's truly told me so. I know everybody thinks he's so good. He studied to be a preacher and all, but he's not good. He's mean and he's cruel. I made an awful mistake when I married him, and now he won't let me go. Well, why does he want to get here? He accuses me of things. Crazy, terrible things. Oh, do you want to file a charge having locked up? My word against his? Well, him always quoting scripture and the like and me, six months out of the dance hall. People can't forget that. Maybe it's only you who can't forget it, Lucy. Maddie, I've been reminded often enough. He keeps telling me I'm evil, and he tried to save me. He said when I married him, I let him into sin, and now I have to pay. Oh, what do you want me to do? Will you talk to him? Want him something? Oh, Maddie's crazy. I don't know what he might do. Lucy, I can't take a hand in this without more to go on. Well, sooner or later you'll have to take a hand in it, and if you wait too long, you'll have to bring him in for murder. My murder. Think about it, Matt. Oh, yeah, Doc? Huh? Oh, thank you. Thank you for being... Mmm. Mmm. Man, that's good. That's good. What are you grinning at? Not grinning at anything. I suppose you think if you apply me with beer, you can get me foiled enough to beat me. Well, don't drink if it bothers you. No, it doesn't bother me that much. Besides, I taught you everything you know about chess. Come on, Doc, it's your move. I know, I know, I know Russian. Hey, that's my man. I wasn't going to move, but I was just reaching over it. Don't get so excited. Yeah, yeah, yeah. You sure that's the move you want to make? Well, I moved a bit, Matt. All right. Jump. Oh, man, you're so smart. You bet your life on jump. Now what are you going to do? This. That's gratitude for you. I teach you how to play and how to beat me. Don't say it's all right, Doc. Catch him up here. Don't try to get back from that good tree. Hey, Doc. Oh, man, there's Matt over here. All right, Doc. There you go. What are you looking so pleased about, could it? Yeah, she just whipped me in a game of tick, isn't she? Pick up. Sit down. I'll play you a game. Oh? Oh, maybe later. I'm looking for you from Hunter right now. Oh, he was over there at the bar a few minutes ago. Oh? Yeah, there he is. I want to talk to him for a minute. I'll see you later. Oh, you're guessing Thurman. Maybe that's what I need. Oh, there you go. There you go. You even understand? Oh, Marshall. Will you join me? Well, thank you. Just for Marshall doing, lads. George. Even if it may be he, but a vast helping deed in banishing the cares of the day. A man like you shouldn't have any cares, Mr. Hunter. Care looks everywhere in the state of tears, Marshall. Man's brief joy is dearly bought. You're good fortunes. Thank you. How's the business? Health is excellent as it usually is in youth. A state of grace may be somewhat uncertain. There's nothing that can't be dealt with. A man's bound in duty in his world to lend his own strength to the frail rage of his household to support them against the storm and strife of this temporal life. The man is a rock, sir, and the woman the reeds swayed by the wind. But if the rock happens to break the reed, what about that, Mr. Hunter? I doubt the rock will break the reed, Marshall. Good evening, sir. Good evening. You were right, kid. I got a sermon. I thought you would. Kid, you knew Lucy pretty well when she worked here, didn't you? Sure. Tell me about her. What's she after? What does she want? A chance to be somebody, but she's hard-knocked. She'll use anybody to get what she wants. That's why she married a leafman. But there's something else you might not know, man. There's a young fellow working out their leafman's place. You mean that kid who drifted in a couple of months ago? Mm-hmm. But how does he figure? I don't know. But I do know Lucy. And he can take it from me, Matt. He figures. It's fine talking to you, Marshall, but I reckon I better get back to work. Unless you got something else in your mind. No, nothing. I guess I just wanted how things were going. Well, I could find here. I understand. Even's a good man to work for. I got no complaints. Um... How'd he get along with Miss Hunt? Fine. Why? No, I just wondered. Um, weren't you wearing a gun when you first wrote in the town? Mr. Hunt don't hold with guns. He don't pack one himself. I don't have any reason to, I guess. You got something on your mind, Marshall? You're a young man, Booth. This is a big world. Why don't you go take a look at it? Some of the big spreads up north are not west on the territories. Marshall, with a setup like I got here, a man would be crazy to pull out. He might be crazier to stay. No, I like it fine here. Just fine. All right. I can't run you out. That's your life, Booth. As long as it lasts. You see, it is hard. Yeah. What in the world are you sitting inside for? I mean, what little breeze there are. He would be cool or cutting on pork. Yeah, I suppose so. How have you been? I've been dogging around time. Yeah, you picked a good night for it. I think it's hard if you don't move too fast. As a matter of fact, don't restore it that bad. We were sitting there eating pickles and squatting fire. Pickles? In this heat? At least they're wet. Yeah. You know them new greener rifles that Jonas got in a couple weeks back? Yeah, what about them? Well, Jonas sold all eight of them rifles in two weeks. Only about the last one just tonight. So you're from them? Yes, sir. He never owned a gun in his life, but I know of. He does now. Say, if you've ever owned one before, I wonder why I bought one now. I think maybe I know, Chester. I'll see you later. You want your mind, Lucy? Ethan's out in the bar. Yeah, but... He bought a gun, Bruce, in town this evening. Got it out to him now. He's drinking. He's going to kill us both of us. He told him so. What are you telling me? Nothing. Nothing easy. It's suspicious, that's all. Oh, but he's crazy, Bruce. He'll do it. You've got to get that gun away from him. Well, that might take some doing. You can do it. You've got a gun, too. You know how to use it. He doesn't know one end from the other. You've got to do it. It's the only way. Maybe the marshal was right. I think I have stayed here too long. You can't leave now, Bruce. Can you? You know I can. Then you've got to do it. It'll be better to face him. If he don't, he'll lay for you and shoot you in the back and then leave. I know. I know. Well, it's up to you. Am I... Am I worth this or not? You're worth it. Then go on. Now. What are you going to do, Mr. Dung? He's got me buffaloed chester all the way out from town. I've been trying to figure it out. I still don't know. It ain't stopped. You know where it's going to lead to. Well, I've got a thing to go on. Because a man buys a gun, doesn't prove he's planning a murder. And sometimes women get that crazy idea they're in danger when they're not. And a rumor starts easy with a hired hinder on the police. I know. 10 to 1, he'll order me up his property and tell me to stay off. And he's got a perfect right to do it. I was in it. Come on, chester. You got here too, Mr. Dung? Yeah, chester. I came from a barn up the house. Oh, of course. He came down into the river barn. I'll let him go. We'll never catch him in that brush, not tonight anyway. I'll just take it easy now. Mr. Hunter. Oh, Marshal. No matter. It matters to me. I admire you. You have a pretty face in the wall. The wall covers an old man being a fool. The lead survived me. What did he say there at the last, Mr. Dung? What? Survive? He met a little city chester. You stay here. Where are you going? I have to carry the sad news to the grieving widow. Going out. I thought it was my husband. What are you doing here? What did it matter? Something happened? You heard the shots, didn't you? I heard some shooting a while ago, but... It's Eve for a minute. Who else would it be? I don't know. I... It was Eve for me. You really are smart at me, Ms. Hunter. You planned it and you carried it out, and you'll get away with it clean as a whistle, and I can't touch you. What are you talking about? Your husband's murder. You're out of your mind. I guess I should have figured what you were up to, but I didn't. You were too smart for me. I'm not touching the trigger. You worked young Booth Rider up to that. Are you crazy? You got Eve from to buy that gun. You told him Rider was bothering you. It wouldn't leave you alone that he was dangerous. And maybe even hinted he was too old to protect his wife. So we had a gun in his hand when Booth shot him. If Booth Rider shot my husband, I think he ought to be out looking for him instead of standing here and insulting me. I'll get him all right. He won't make it far. But what about Booth? You want me to kill him for years? He's the next one in line. Do you have any proof of what you're saying? Not up to that. Like I said, I can't touch you. You're too smart for me. Or else none of it's true. Have you thought of that? Oh yeah, I've thought of that. There's not much point in talking about it. Matt, I... I guess I'll be leaving Dodge soon. I can't stop you. You... You occurred if you wanted to, Matt. How often? Here are three people who can't help landing funny side up. Hermione Gingold, darling of the British Concert Hall. 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I figured he was waking it up somewhere around town, waiting to see which way the wind was going to blow over. It had nowhere. And I didn't have much case against him. It was probably a waste of time, but I still had to try. I had to bring him in and try. And I just never saw a hot spell last as long as this. He's just an after-down night basil person. Yeah, it's a rough one, all right. Do you need a toilet? Almost dark. And that thermal ring, it's got one notch here. It keeps on like this much longer. I swear it'll drive folks back east. Here comes somebody I wish it would drive somewhere. What? I don't know. Charlie Belk. I reckon he's hungry. Somebody just taken to a bottle. Looks like we're going to be honored. I'm afraid we are. You can't even, Marshall Belk. I'll do just that. Charlie's real hot tonight, isn't it? Certainly. Marshall, I hear the rumor going around. You might be looking for this fellow boot rider. That's generally known. Well, I might be able to tell you where he is right now. I could, you know. There's not money for a bottle. I'll tell Marshall. I dislike being an informer, of course. I feel it's my duty as a citizen just to help out. Well, Marshall, I want you. If you've got anything to tell me, say it and get out. Why are you hiding in the halo up on the delivery table? You've got no call. You've got your money, Charlie. I'm not going to want to get out. Evening, gentlemen. You'll put up a fight with him? I don't know, Chester. He's a half-baked kid. I'm afraid he might. It's a dog on a sheen. You seem real nice when you first come here. Lucy was too much for him. Why don't you make it easy on yourself? Come on down and give up. You've got no protection up there. I can stand here and throw bullets up into that loft as long as I have to until one of them finds you. It's your last chance, Booth. Hold it, Marshall. Stay back, Booth. You're under arrest. No. I ain't giving up that easy. I don't be a fool. Get over that gun. You haven't got a chance. If you try to draw, I'll kill you. And I reckon you better start your killing. At least you won't have to stand no cry. No, he's not dead, Chester. Come on, we'll get him over to Doc's. Young fella, no. Take it easy. I'll be back in a minute. I just about got a hold of it. I thought this could have been a lot worse. I wish it had been. Get your children out of here, boys. Just brace yourselves, boys. There we go. I'll get a bandage on that now, and you'll live to hang yet. Provided you don't get locked, Joe. Why do you have to shoot people in stables, man? It's the worst place in the world for locked, Joe. I'll try to remember that, Doc. I didn't see you, Booth. Don't make out. You've been hiding at the livery stable all the time. No. I should have gone back and stayed in the bar half the hunt place. I figured you wouldn't be looking there. You figured right. It's about all I figured, right? She was using me, Marshall. That's what it was. She told me. I went back out there. She gave me two inch wages. Told me to drift. I don't know how you know. She laughed at me. And called me a green kid. Like a name she laughed at him, too. She had no to laugh, Marshall. That's what she figured wrong. What do you mean? Choked her into death. Well, Booth said, I probably have let you off clean. You were in the clear. He had a gun in his hand, even if he didn't know how to use it. That's not known. I guess it don't matter much now. It's a funny thing, too. I was having nothing to do with when I stopped here. I hit the odds and all go back sundown, so I figured to lay in for the night. And I met Mr. Hunt in the saloon and he gave me a job. I wasn't even to stay here, Marshall. I was just riding through. I kept on riding. Tune up, the tune up in the can. Regular's good. Say that engine of yours sounds like rail, tire and iron. Improved case site tune up, the tune up in the can. You got a valve sticking too. What do you get to a gallon? Not much. Improved case site tune up, the tune up in the can. Want a tune job? Haven't got time. You don't need time. How can a tune job not take time? Improved case site tune up, Mr. One can in your gasoline and one can in your oil will clean your motor, your carburetor, your plugs. The works. And case site tune up will unstick those valves. Get you more power and smoother performance. Quicker starting, too. Okay, but how much? $1.25 a can. Results guaranteed or double your money back. Would you start her up, please? Still sounds lousy. I haven't added it yet. Improved case site tune up, the tune up in the can. Gifts and directed in Hollywood by Norman McDonald, stars William Conrad as Matt Dillon, U.S. Marshall. The story was specially written for Gunsburg by Les Fletchfield, with editorial supervision by John Meston. The secret of the cast were Lynn Allen, Dick Brenner, Joseph Kearns and Lauren Stubbkin. Farley Bair as Dexter, Howard McNeer as Doc, and Georgia Ellis as Hittick.