 James Stewart as the six-shooter the man in the saddle is angular and long-legged his skin is sun-dyed brown The gun in his holsters gray steel and rainbow mother of pearl the handle on marked But the gun has killed and the man has killed People call them both the six-shooter Presenting one of the screens favorite stars mr. James Stewart as the six-shooter Based on the timeless legend of Britt Ponsett the Texas Plainsmen who brought single-handed justice to the Western territories I had figured on going through clay city Was an hour out of my way, and I was already a day late to the Jefferson Ranch where I signed on for the roundup, but When scar start lepping from a loose shoe didn't have no choice We had to head to the nearest blacksmith shop, so we turned north look very much like a blacksmith heavier, too What do you think I weigh mr. No time well I say I weigh over 130 if I don't you get the new shoe for nothing if I do you pay me double What do you say? Are you you got a set of scale don't need no scale. What do you say mr. Is it a bet? Don't seem to be no way of proving it. Oh, you got to do is lift me up You look like a man who can judge weight. What do you if you don't think I weigh more than 130 the shoe is free I never tried to judge man's weight before but all right I'll be done I'm packed solid as your pack tighter in a stair. Hey, you must weigh 150 pounds. Yeah, you see you see what I'm gonna tell you 158 the horseshoes gonna cause you money mr. But you ain't the only one ever since I bought the shop there ain't been a stranger come through clay city But what he paid double for his first horseshoe? He ain't sore mr. No, oh No, that's a fair bet sure it was I told you how heavy and I look that's what folks call me heavy Norton Maria names George, but everybody calls me heavy. Hey, what's your name? Mr. Ponson Britt Ponson fellow. They call the sick shooter Gone I've heard about you mr. I've sure heard about you. Oh Would I recognize you if I'd have noticed your gun? Do you mind? Shown it to me. No, no there catch it's like Sheriff Schofield said He says he's seen you fire six shots with it while Whitey Jackson was getting off his first bullet that time down an eagle Well, I share of kind of like to build up a story. Oh, he swears. It's a truth. Here's your gun, mr. Ponson. Thanks You was mighty quick and getting into clay city. How'd you hear about it so fast? I'll hear about one. Oh, hold up at the Fargo station last night Ain't that why you come? Oh I've had a past town I turned off cuz scar got that loose shoe. Well now ain't that a coincidence fellow holds up the Fargo office kills one man, maybe two gets away with five thousand dollars and 12 hours later you ride into town. Well, they got any idea who did it? Nope, not a single solitary one from from what I hear Like I say the deputy agent was dead when they found him other fella Fred Wilmer a friend of his got shot up Pretty bad ain't done. No talking yet. Doc says maybe never will the sheriff's go field take out a posse Nope ain't nobody to go most of the men signed up for the Jefferson roundup left town day before yesterday Here's the Jefferson ranch paying good money this year. Yeah You were seeing the sheriff this morning. No, not lately. They might be over to his office I think I'll walk down that way while you're fixing up scar. Sure. Sure, mr. Ponson That's a darn good idea sheriff's goal field to be real glad to see you A couple of doors this side of the sheriff's office. I saw the Wells Fargo sign nailed up next to a window Place wasn't locked so I went inside One of the sheriff's was upset and there was some damp stains on the floor The cast iron safe against the wall was standing wide open. So I kicked it shut Went out in the back stoop There was some more blood on the steps and then just red mud Right at the edge. I saw the hoof prints. I trailed off along the side of the creek Whoever made him head at West The horse had been wearing one shoe different from the other three a Sharp rock must have cut into it sometime or another not enough to split it You understand just enough so that the print left a jagged line like So like fancy handwriting find something Brit. Hmm. Oh, hello sheriff. I was heading your way Yeah, I just saw heavy. He told me he was in town. Did you find something? I don't know. I don't know. You see these hoof prints. Yeah Don't mean nothing. Trio gives out a mile so done a quick fork Uh-huh. I was clay city had any other trouble lately and no not a bit I guess any towns got expect to hold up once in a while. I heard it was a little more than that Yeah, that's right Fred Wilmer able to talk yet Fred not doc said he'd let me know first thing he come around Took him out to his ranch. You've been out there to see him since last night Wasn't no reason. Well might be a good idea to be there. You know just in case you thought maybe out of stickin time Oh, I don't think anything more is gonna happen here as I I'll get scar. I'll meet you out at Fred's place I can handle this alone, Britt. Oh, sure. Sure. I just often keep the company ad I'll meet you there Around the side so he'd be in the shade. Thanks. How do you find the sheriff's go field? I told him you was in town Yeah, yeah, figure out anything. I'm not so far. Oh, you will sheriff's a good man Why you and him together you'll get whoever done it. No, maybe so it's all You're the only blacksmith round here, ain't you heavy only one for 40 miles All right You ever see a horse with a shoe that's got one jagged edge left hind leg a lot of shoes got jagged edges, mr.. Ponson Yeah, well, I'll show you what I mean. I ain't much of an artist. I hear it. It's that it kind of looks a little like this Seems to me I've seen a shoe like that just another day. Oh Sure, I remember told him y'all to get a new one for it Ben school field. That's who it was just the other day Ben the sheriff's kid, you know him don't you mr. Ponson? Oh sure sure I ain't seen Ben in a couple years. Oh, you wouldn't recognize him if you did. He just sort of growed up overnight. Yeah Yeah, I guess he has Well, that ends the first act of the six shooter hoax. Hope you're enjoying the show Before we get on with it. I'd like to tell you a little bit about how I happen to be doing this program. I I'm lucky enough to do quite a bit of radio acting before but I've never had a program my own Right thing that didn't seem to come along at least not until the six shooter You see I've made several stories of this kind for pictures That is honest legitimate stories of the West and I hope that this series can offer to the same type of enjoyment With the same integrity we think the sort of program the whole family will enjoy and we think that the character of Britt Pawn said it typifies some of the greatness that bill America. We'd be pleased if you agreed with us And I'll Act two of the six shooter starring Jimmy Stewart Scofield was sitting on Fred Wilmer's porch swing. I got there Doc was inside with Fred so I squatted down on the stoop waited About half an hour the dog came out and told us we could go inside see Fred Fred was lying on a cot breathing hard and White cloth across his chest was stained pink. His voice sounded like it was full of air who's Just sitting in the express office talking salmon me Didn't hear the back door open must have left it unlocked Turned her out and there he was holding his gun She got a look at him for it I got you for his face sheriff. I couldn't see nothing It's the gun They told Sam to open the safe there was nothing else he could do sure sure Took the money walked over to the door. Yeah Looked at us for a minute and then shot Didn't have no reason he hit Sam in the face and hit me in the chest. He didn't have no reason Take it easy Fred. Take it easy now Just like you enjoyed shooting at us That's how it was. I like you enjoyed it. Maybe he was scared. Oh, he wasn't scared sure if he didn't have no reason But he killed us both Then he started on the steps. I got my hand on the shotgun and let him have it. You hit him I don't know. Maybe he gave me L and rode off What kind of a fellow was he was young? Oh, I couldn't see his face Young tall I'd say though. Oh young 1718 full grown be tall short medium About the size of your head About that's not enough you had Yeah, that's enough you You think you'll get him bread sure friend sure Sure, come on and didn't have no reason to shoot no reason Dinner time bread. He's got a day's head start you'd be 40 miles from here Well, not if he shot up You go on if you want to You're the sheriff you got to make the arrest You ain't never been so particular before. Well, maybe not for this time in particular. We don't even know where to start I thought along the creek. Let's go to play as any other It's a waste of time for it. Oh, we got time to waste. Come on. Let's go We picked up the trail along the creek head at West Wasn't hard to fall on every once in a while. We'd see a few drops of blood spattered against the shrub brush About ten minutes later, we came to a fork where Ed had said the trail gave out Scar stuck his nose down into the water and I looked around Trail didn't give out turned south I nodded in that direction Ed didn't say a thing this followed And about five o'clock we stopped to eat They'll build a fire and I opened up a couple cans of beans I had in my role. Are you ain't hungry Ed? It's early for supper. Yeah Ed I talked to heavy before I went out to Fred's place I asked him who had a horse that would leave a mark like the one we'd been following So and he said bed did your son Ben. I thought you ought to know that a Lot of our shoes leave the same kind of mark Fred said it's a young fellow It wasn't Ben. Where is he at? Jefferson's ranch working on a roundup He left play city day before yesterday Couldn't be Ben. There's a lot of wild youngsters knees parts, but Ben's a good boy. It couldn't be him You sure that mark don't mean nothing plenty of horseshoes leave the same kind of mark. You know that break yet enough to eat Yeah Come on. Let's go about three miles. There wasn't no blood. He must have wrapped something around the one Rapid real tight, and then we found the bandage piece of shirt tail soft through The next mile had been bleeding a lot worse than ever. He was hit pretty bad Looks like it He couldn't have gone much further because I was who's is it? Used to belong to Jacob event died a couple of years ago. Ain't nobody living there now. There's somebody living there Out in back better go ahead on foot. We've got to take him alive Britt I don't know Britt it could be Ben It could be Where you've been the last couple days? I don't know that neither Had an argument with him two nights ago. He needed some money to blend poker and lost a lot I wouldn't give him money got mad said he'd get it said he'd get out of the cell And I hit him hard across the face hit him twice He started to hit me back And he walked out of the house. I ain't seen him since I wish he had hit me back We got to get across that clear and add over to that clump of trees He may see us now. We'll have to take that chance. You're ready. I'll stand these trees for a couple of minutes Okay, and then we'll rush him Ain't gonna be easy to take him in Now that he spotted us you ain't gonna kill him, right? I ain't gonna let him kill me hit It is fault bread. It's mine. You know that ain't so. No, it's the truth. It's my fault You didn't raise him to be a killer. Maybe I did Britt I was a sheriff seeing that everybody kept close to the line seeing that everybody lived honest especially Ben I broke him Britt broke him like you break a wild horse to try to take all the fight out of him fast You know what happens when you do that to a horse you get stained But the fight still learn someday he turns wild again. I'll rush him along and add no Stay here break Sam Norton's dead. Maybe Fred Miller to kill and Ben won't bring him back He's my son Britt my only son. You don't have no kids. You don't know. I'm sorry. No, we're going back to town not without him We're going back Now you can outdraw me Brett, but I'll still have time to get a shot off. I'll try to get him alive I'll try. No, don't turn you back on me, Britt. Don't be fooled Don't make me do it bread. I Wasn't being brave. I knew he wouldn't shoot Man like Ed Scofield just don't change overnight You can figure a man like Ed. That's what I thought anyway But I hadn't figured what would happen next. I haven't figured on him running out into the clearance stand on there on the moon Like gray against the black sky It's me I saw him go down real slow Like his legs it buckled under him I Couldn't tell how bad he'd been hit rolled down and gulley out without a range and I crawled forward Pushed myself past a couple of rocks and head towards the back door The kid was in the kitchen. I couldn't see him, but I could hear him moving around going from window to window looking out Waiting for me Sled past another rock. I could run for the door or wait The kid made up a mind for me. I Slipped down fast and the bullets nicked rocks kid had good hearing You knew I was right there Took up my gun and waited. I knew he'd get nervous first young fellas always do I Wasn't so young I could wait Was more than five minutes before the door start filming His pony knew I was coming to I aimed at his leg For a second he stopped moving and just hung in mid-air like a hawk and he sprawled forward out of sight behind a log I Raised up a little Hunched myself along the side of the cabin The moon went behind a thick cloud and I came around the corner of the cabin Suddenly the moon came out again. Just didn't time for me to see his 45 Just in time to see him coming up with the top of the log His revolver slipped out of his fingers and I saw him trying to reach for it again He couldn't make it. I stood up and walked over to the log The kid was lying face down gasping for breath a little short gasps Pulled himself on the flat of his hands and I passed out I Turned him over with my foot and I looked at his face. Where'd he get you? I'm gonna be all right. He ain't dead. I guess he didn't hear me calling to him. He didn't know who I was Ed well Yeah, it ain't been Well, it ain't been Ed you sure breath. Yeah. Yeah, this kid's got red hair. There ain't no reason to lie to me, brother I ain't shut up bad. I ain't lying. I ain't lying. I Know it wasn't Ben while I was going up after him. I knew it. What are you talking about? Hey, just come to me a man don't change overnight Neither does a boy If it ain't been Lots of tough kids in these parts. You said so yourself What are you supposed bet is where you said Jefferson ranch working the round off they pay good a boy don't change overnight Ed Yeah, you able to ride back to town Yeah, sure. I May have to take it a little slow. I'll get the kid Britt, yeah You know something, Britt. I Couldn't believe it was Ben neither No, when he shot me. I Just couldn't believe it You know that, Britt. I know it Ed. I Know it. Well, that was your first meeting with brick Ponsette. 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