 Gun Smoke, brought to you by L&M, the modern cigarette that lets you get full, exciting flavor through the modern miracle of the pure white miracle tip. Live modern, smoke L&M. Around Dodge City and in the territory on West, there's just one way to handle the killers in the spoilers, and that's with a U.S. Marshal and the smell of 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 chancey job, and it makes a man watchful, and a little lonely. Looks like a whole new night, Mr. Dillon. Not a long ride. You got a fire going and some coffee started, will you Chester? I'm on the subtle of horses. Yes, sir. What? It's over, Matt. Band's over. I didn't recognize you there in the dark. I've been waiting for you, man. I wanted to talk to you. Well? Alone, if it's all the same. No offense, Chester. You owe none to Mr. Dillon. I was just going in and making coffee anyhow. I'll make us all some coffee, Matt. Why didn't you wait inside, man? The office is open. I did for a while, but I just couldn't stay set. I guess you have got something on your mind. Matt, you know a lot about me. You know I tore around when I was younger for a met Ed and then we got married and the kid come. Yeah, like most men, man. No, that ain't what I mean exactly. I mean, I never quite got on the wrong side of the law. But I've heard near dead a few times. This might have handed with a gun, Matt. And that was too quick to use one a lot of time. Sure, it was always self-defense, but... What do you got, Matt, man? Matt, you still got that gun I gave you two years ago when the kid was born. Yeah, it's on the office, on the safe. You got any need for it? I want it back. Better get this other saddle off. No, no, Matt, wait. I can go buy another gun. It's just that I'm used to that one. I carried it for years. And I got to have one tonight. You haven't worn a gun for two years now, man. You told me when you gave it to me, you were through with gunfighting. I didn't ask for this. For the kids' sake and admirers. So you told me. That's true, Matt. You said you only had one enemy in the world and you hadn't heard of him for years. No matter if you'd gone out and made yourself a new one. No. And it's the same one, huh? He's caught up with you. It was twelve years ago. He cleared down in Durango. Fight over a girl, nobody. She didn't even count. I just fought easy in them days, was all. Yeah, sure. This fella drawed on me and I put a bullet through his leg. He was still laid up with it when I rode out of town. And he swore he'd find me and kill me. I didn't pay much mind. We all talk big when we're young, you know. I know. He rode into Dodge today. He's been asking for me. Uh-huh. What's his name? Largo Greeland. He's a big fella. He's built like a bull. Always wears two guns and he can shoot with either hand. Bandage your shoulder still bothers him. What's that got to do with it? Look, you might as well have given me that gun four years ago when that horse fell and rolled on him. Now, you've got mixed up in something like this with that bad shoulder and you'll be dead before you even get your gun clear of the leather. You must be out of your head. You think I want to meet Largo? You sure act like it. He's come after me. Twelve years he's been looking. That's a lot of hate, man. And if I don't call him here in town, he'll come on out to the ranch. I got Ed and the kid to think of. All right then, think of it and stay out of this and leave it to me. You think I wouldn't like to? Matt, I'm scared. I know what I'm up against and I'm scared to death. Then get out of town, stay clear of it and let me handle it. It's not your fight, Matt. It might be. Well, ain't no use arguing about it. If it's all right with you, I'll take my gun and not bother you no more. Why don't you use your head, Van? No chance. I want the gun, Matt. I want it now. There's gun out of the city. You've been leaning on the bar for the last hour with the same drink beside you. You haven't even touched it. Well, I guess I'm not thirsty. It's not that, Matt. You're drawn tighter than a two-dollar pinch. You're waiting for something, aren't you? No use borrowing. If anybody's about to borrow some, it's new. Kitty, can you excuse me for a minute? Look, you stay here and finish your drink. I, uh... I got something it needs a tent of two. I'll be back in a little while. What's the drillin'? It might be. What's on your mind, mister? I'm the marshal here in Dodge. What is that, man? Yeah. You, uh, ever been on the Cherokee strip? Pardon? Come whining to you, I reckon. Got you to do his fightin' farm, huh? I'm not talkin' about towers. I'm talkin' about some wanted bulletins I've been lookin' over. Got your name and face on them. You don't say. One of them's for murder. Down on the Cherokee strip? Man must've changed some. Spooks easier, for one thing. Holler's for his hit. Forget about fan. That's kind of a hard thing to do, marshal. When you've looked for a man 12 years and finally found him. Understand he's staked out over by the stockpins. Got covered to sides and behind. Sure looks like he ain't runnin' out of chances. But I can wait. Let him sweat some. He can't get it ever, ever. For a rest for murder, Largo. Now I'd like to blood you, marshal. But I got other business in town. Not now, you haven't. Oh, I ain't gonna draw on you. More than likely you got a man somewhere behind me. I ain't gonna draw on you. Largo, but I've had that kickin' trick tried on me before. Now get up on your feet. Come on, mister, we're going to jail. Don't go that man, I'm telling you. Someday you're gonna take one chance, two minutes. Oh, what do you mean, doc? Trying to arrest somebody you know's a killer. With your gun, even you're hosting. Doc, a law man that went around with a pistol in his hand that lasts about a week. Why? Because they were outlawin' town that figure he had a right to ambush him. And... Marshal! Hmm? The town kinda late, aren't you, Ms. Tiller? Marshal, where's Van? I don't know, around town somewhere, I guess. Now, doc, you know Ms. Tiller, don't you? Oh, the two I in the course, I don't know. Who do you think delivered that baby to her? How are you, Edna? Marshal, who's Van gonna fight? Fight? He's wearing a gun the first time in two years. And he's in town lookin' for somebody. He wouldn't tell me anything, but I know. I can feel it when a man's mind took up with killin'. Easy now, Ms. Tiller, whatever he might've been thinkin', he can forget. Now, you can, too, there's nothin' to worry about. That's easy to say. It happens to be true. The fella he was worryin' about's in jail. I guess Van doesn't know it yet. Are you telling me the truth, Marshal? Yes, I am. Now, why don't you get yourself back out to the ranch? That husband of yours is gonna be tired and hungry when he finally rides in tonight. You're sure this man's in jail, Marshal? Yeah, he's there, all right. Well, of course he's here. Now, you head for home, young lady. Before you really give Van somethin' to worry about, gallivantin' around alone this time of night? All right, Doc, I will. Good night. And good night, Marshal. Good night, Ms. Tiller. Blame foolin' and worryin' overnight. Yeah, that's right, Doc. The same as you were. Same as I was. Oh, oh, you mean about you takin' chances and all. Oh, that's different now. Mr. John! Ah, that chester. He can find more reasons to hoop and holler about stuff. Yeah, what's the matter, chester? He jumped me right there in the cell. I picked him some water so he could clean up when he'd come to, and he was just playing possum. Are you hurt? Well, no, I ain't hurt. That ain't what I'm trying to tell you, Mr. John. Well, what is it, then? I mean, he got away. Sign of him around the railroad depot? No, not a whisper, man. Quiet as a tomb over there. And I didn't see Van too, either. Man, we gotta find one of them before they find each other. It's just possible that he pulled stakes and lit out, man. Not after 12 years looking for tover. He's still around somewhere. Well, you had him locked up in jail. Oh, Mr. Dillon, I just don't know how it happened. He just fooled me long ago. You're probably thinking about women. They're always fooling you, too. Now, you look at here, Doc. I got it, chester. We all get to takin' that once in a while. I just don't know how he picked me up. Well, never mind. It's done now. The thing to do is to find it. He hasn't had time to get very far. But, you, Mr. Dillon... Oh, yeah. Over here, Miles. One of it old Miles is doing out this time of night. That's why we're trying to peddle something. Make another five cents profit so he can sleep better. I heard that, Doc. I heard what you were saying behind my back. There isn't anything I would have said to your front, you old skin-twin. What's on your mind, Miles? Matthew, there's something mighty funny going on. Oh, is that so? I just came past the livery stable. That Mrs. Stover started to drive out, and some fella jumped into the buggy with her. What? Mm-hmm. I hear it was a big fella, built like a bull. He made a turnaround and go back into the stable. And it looks like we've found Largo. Come on, let's go. There's no reason for him to advertise. Well, he might have left. It's been five minutes since I saw him. If you saw him at all, you'd probably been nipping at that scotch whiskey area. One of these days, Doc, you'll go too far. I guess he ain't left yet, after all. Too comfortable, Marshall. Why don't you come and join us? Let her come out alone, and you won't get hurt. I don't think he'll get hurt. That's why he's with me. Matt, what's going on? You got Largo cornered in there. I heard a shot. Go find the husband, Marshall. Tell him of me, Harry. He might still be breathing. But I can know. That's it. Largo's got him in there. Wait a minute, man. It won't help her any to walk out there and get yourself killed. There's no use arguing, Matt. I guess you're right. There isn't any use arguing. Doc, take care of him, will you? Chester, get his gun. And see if you can hold Largo's attention. Fire a couple of shots. I'm going to try to slip in the back. Here, Mr. Dillon. Let me have his gun, Doc. Largo, you ain't got a chance. Tell me, Mr. Dillon comes in after you. Come on. You think we don't mean business? You better be careful, boys. You're scaring the lady. Here, Mr. Dillon, give you just two minutes before we rush in. You know where... Hey, let me go. I don't know who you are, but... Shut up before you get me mad. Don't move, Largo. You just sneaked in the back way. Like any ordinary pool cat. Don't turn around, Largo. Just drop that gun. Sorry, Marshal. A man waits 12 years for something. It ain't easy for him to just give up and quit. You had all the chance you're going to get, Largo. You move that gun one inch toward Ms. Tobin. That's the last move you'll ever make. It'll be your last move sometime, Marshal. It might as well be now. He's dead. Yeah, he's dead. Oh, Marshal. You all right, Mr. Dillon? Yeah, yeah, I'm all right, Chester. Uh, get her out of here, will you? Take her to the van. He'll want to know that she's safe. That's right, will you? Everything's all right now, Ms. Tobin. You just come along with me now. I've done my job. It's time for you to take over. Another coroner's case? Yeah, that's right, Doc. Another coroner's case. Many kinds of horses on the frontier. The spotted horse of the Indians or Apollucas. A cowboy's pony, which might be a mustang or quarter horse, or even an occasional thoroughbred. But one thing's certain, everyone roads man, woman, or child. And next week, God watches an Indian girl ride in the town half dead in a battle. Gun smoke. The use and directed by Norman McDonald stars William Conrad as Matt Billen, U.S. Marshal. The story was specially written for gun smoke by Les Crustfield, with a editorial supervision by John Messon. The music was composed and conducted by Rex Corey. Sound patterns by Tom Hanley and Bill James. Featured in the cast were Harry Bartel, Jean Bates, Barney Phillips, and Ben Wright. Harvey Baer is capture, Howard McNear is Doc, and Georgia Ellis is kidding. Our thanks to CD Radio Mirror and to you, our listening audience, for selecting gun smoke as the best western program on radio for the third consecutive year. We are also pleased and proud to announce that William Conrad was selected as the best western star. The results of this annual poll appear in the current issue of the CD Radio Mirror. 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