 Around Dodge City and in the territory on West, there's just one way to handle the killers and the spoilers, and that's with a U.S. Marshal and the smell of gun smoke. Gun smoke, starring William Conrad, the story of the violence that moved West with Young America, and the story of a man who moved with it. I'm that man, Matt Dillon, United States Marshal, the first man they look for and the last they want to meet. It's a chance-y job, and it makes a man watchful, and a little lonely. Putting it off wouldn't help, any. He's lambed out here. Matt Dillon had relished some coffee. Oh, thanks, ma'am. The first thing Jim always wants when he's been out in the weather all day is a good hot cup of coffee. I won't hardly say two words for it, get this? He's dead, I reckon. I don't know if he wouldn't just hurt her. He'd have got back home one way or another. Jim is like that. For three days and nights, my mouth kept saying he's alive someplace, but my inside's no different. I knowed right along he was dead. Jim and me were that close. I'm sorry, but I had no gullies for handle openness. He layin' out there in the night somewhere, Marshal. A doc took him into the- In the ground like the root, drawing strength out of the land. Marshal Jim didn't die by no accident. He was done for in cold blood. A neighbor fellow over there west coveted our land, Burl Albin. Rick and he coveted me too, the way he acted. Took to calling me Harriet a while back instead of Mrs. Mourney. Jim took a fist to him over that. But Jim was dragged and then kicked to death by his horse this morning. I know different, Marshal. Jim and me were that close. The lord ought to strike Burl Albin with lightning for what he'd done. Well, maybe he will, if I help some. So what are you gonna do? I don't rightly know, Marshal. Not for a think on it. I've got to lay down and think and listen to this. A long time, maybe. And finally all know Jim and me were that close. Oh, for heaven's sakes, ma'am. Have you gone clean out of your mind? I don't have to think so, doc. Well, that's what these poppycock ever heard of. Well, it sounds different, though, when you hear her say it. I don't care who says it. Matt, you saw Jim Mourney's body, same as I did. And all the marks on it. What did it look like to you? Like he'd been dragging his horse and kicked into death. And that's exactly what happened to him. That she'd go over the body again like I asked you to this morning. Oh, man, I've done nothing else all day, but to go over it. Only I sure figured you must have some better reason for asking than just the wild ravings of a widow that's half out of a mind with grief. Harriet Mourney's not the kind to go out of her mind or even half out of it, Doug. I don't know about that. Those strong ones fool you sometimes, Mattie. They break up inside instead of on the surface. Yeah, maybe. Not that Burrow Halburn isn't capable of murder, in my opinion. He sneaked you to Catamount. But kind of found that Mattie sure couldn't teach a man's horse to throw him and then to kick him to death. No, I guess not. Yes, none, but golly, you're still half convinced. No, but she's so sure, Doug. It's not just a matter of suspicion. She knows. And the way she says it, it gets you to wonder if maybe she could be right as well. Maybe Burrow Halburn has had his eye on the Mourney farm, but so are other people born likely. It's mighty good land here. And then too, last fall, Halburn got out of line with Mrs. Mourney and Jim had to knock some sense into it. Yeah, I heard about it. But it doesn't change the fact that Jim Mourney was kicked to death by his horse. It's plain fact against a widow woman's hand. All right, Doug. All right, I won't argue with you. Well, that's good. That's good. Then go to good night's sleep and forget. I said I wouldn't argue with you about it. I didn't say I'd forget it. Yes, sir, people just like chickens, don't they? They come up a shower and they go scootin' underneath the house, shaking their tail, fellas. Now, plenty of them seem to have scooted in here. Sam and Kitty will make more out of this rain than the farmers. They don't have time to stop and find out. They haven't been to the Marvin Hill, to the Santa Fe, to any bill in the railroad. Good business, sir. Yeah. I got to see a fellow there at the bar, Kitty, and we'll have a drink. Oh, sure, Max. I'll join you later. All right. Some planes, Marshall. This rain ought to be of some good, huh? Some. Coming of might early, though. I understand that you've been trying to buy up the money, though. You didn't get nowhere, though. Any fool woman thinks she can run that flyer alone? She's got another thing to come. She thinks that's what she would come on, man. About morning getting killed. Yeah. I know what she thinks of, all right, what she's been saying, but the fact remains, Marshall. He was drove, dragged, kicked to death by his own horse. Doesn't put much stock in facts. They're going to have to take that woman away one of these days. Uh, Mr. Jones. Mr. Jones could I see him alone? Excuse me. Well, yeah, sure. He'll throw it in, Mr. Jones. This morning's standing by. What for? She wants you to come out there tonight, right away. What? She told the Hawkins boys to say she's found out how to make the lightning strike. All right, that little girl. I declare, if I was anywhere, I'd just plain start to melt and run. You're never satisfied, because they're two months from now. It'll be the test. Well, I'll leave the weekend between the holes. It'll be nice. I'll watch for it. You have lost your mind. I'll tell you. Thank you, ma'am. I'm sorry to have to bring you out in this, but when happenings choose their own time, the body can't alter them. That wasn't a bad ride, ma'am. The storm's led up a lot. Well, it didn't rain this afternoon, though. That's a real cloudburst for a while. Come down in buckets out here. The big wash out there was running bank full for an hour. It was up there. Yeah, it was quite early. Thumps and tree limbs, brush. I don't know what all come washing down. Kept snagging up and jamming there back at the corral. I had to go to sleep now. Every 20 minutes, I'd work at loose so the water wouldn't back up and flood the barn. It's a lot of work for a woman running in a place like this along. For some woman, maybe. But I'm strong like I told you. One of the earth folks. There's still a limit. Marshall, I was made to go out there to that wash today. That's why the storm was and the branch is snagging up. I don't understand. Well, Jim was earth folks, too. 10 days ago, I'd give them back to the earth. After the ceremony that day, I stood up there on boot hill and I talked to Jim. I asked for him and the earth to get together to give me a sign to let me know what to do. Well, today has happened. This morning, the Hawkins boys said something about to lighten and strike it. It ain't struck yet, Marshall, but it's ready to. I want to show you something I pulled out of that briskwood in the wash this afternoon. I reckon it was buried, shall I like, up on one of the gullies. Or maybe just throw it into a thicket left. Anyhow, the rain set us down to me. There's just an old limb off a mulberry tree. That's not a limb. It's a club. Look at the other end of the chest. I'm gracious. I figure it might have roped Jim off his horse, sir. Or maybe he caught him on foot. Anyway, it looks like that's what he used. He beat him to death with a club, a horseshoe nailed on the end of it. You don't ride down the street there. I know. I saw him from the weather. I can't figure what he's been doing. He rode in the town half hour ago. I'm having a couple of drinks, I guess. He doesn't know why I sent for him. He's worried. He wouldn't leave that club by the night time table in plain sight. Yeah. Pull the chairs up around the table, will you? He sees that club. If you think you'll figure out some why. It may be, but I'm heading the other way. All right, sit on it, will you? And don't say anything. And don't pay any attention to that club, huh? Yes, sir. You want to see me? That's not so much. Hey, you tell me how you killed Jim. Do what? You ain't gonna do this to me. You're under arrest for murder. No. I'll kill you. Don't be a fool. Don't try it, will you? I'm having a fool not to have done like he claimed. Rip that horseshoe off the club after he used it. He wasn't just claiming he did rip it off. There it is. Right down the table. Sure, the club Ms. Morning made. Ms. Morning? We're just stretching chants too far. I just had to figure that thing had turned up right at our doorstep. She's not a very good liar. But why would she do a thing like that? She was hoping for just what happened. That bro would be thrown off balance enough to give himself away. But how could she know that's how he'd done it? A woman's intuition or some pretty good guesswork. You can get him over here. He's gonna have to make out a chord. Thank you.