 town, 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 gun smoke. Presented by army in Europe magazine, the monthly feature magazine for the use of a soldier and civilian. 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, the 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. Go bring his horse over here, Benson. Chill again. And wait till we get him up on his horse before you tie that rope to a vial. There'd be too much slack otherwise. We couldn't hang you very good with your feet touching the ground. Could we, Tillman? No, Jake, you couldn't. We've been neighbors a long time, Tillman. If I could figure some way to make it easy for you, I'd booze. That's all right. You get to hang, and I could put a booze in you. I'd be beholden to you. Okay, I'll do it then. And would you drop by and tell my wife on your way home, Jake? Sure. I figured on doing that anyway. You know, Paul was like you, Tillman. It's gotten too bad about this. Sure. There might've come for a man with a noose around his neck. You man got your mind made up. Well, we can't have no man stealing horses around here. None of us feel safe less than we've caught him and hung him. I reckon that feels the same way, Jake. Well, of course you would. You'd hang me just as fast if I'd done it. I would. The only difference is I'd want to be awful sure it was you that'd done it. Oh, I'm sure. Heck, we caught you red-handed, didn't we? I told you a hundred times I found them horses running wild. I was driving them back to you. No, Tillman, you was headed in the other direction. They'd got away from me. I was trying to turn them back. Except that we don't believe you. None of us do. Well, ask Jennings. He saw me around and I'm up for you. Jennings ain't here. Well, why don't you find him? You can't take the time. You delay a hanging. The first thing you know, the man got loose. You'd just encourage horse Stephen. Like I said, you got your minds made up. We've got to protect ourselves, Tillman. Here's his horse, Jake. Get him out of Tillman. Sure. Take off the slack and tie it off around the tree front. Look out there, Jake. Someone's coming. Yeah, sure they are. Let's get this done. We might have trouble. We need a long way off yet. We got time. You want to slap this horse, Benson? No, you do it, Jake. Okay. So long, Tillman. So long. Here, Jake. He's out on the prairie, same place. Yeah, I know. Play around, though. You want to see him? No. No, I want to see you. Me? What about? About your husband, Miss Tillman. Something's happened to him. Well, it was like this, ma'am. You know, me and Duvall and Benson's been losing some horses lately. I heard. But Tillman ain't somehow. And when we caught him driving a bunch of mine this afternoon, we figured it was him who'd been stealing them. I don't believe it. My husband's an honest man. Oh, I know that. Now, Jennings saw him rounding them up where he found them running wild on the prairie. I guess whoever had stolen them got scared and left them there. Where is my husband, Jake? That's what I want to explain to you, ma'am. Jennings come and told us about it, but he got there too late. Too late? We'd already hung him. Yes, ma'am. What is it, huh? Oh, that Jake. Oh, Clayton. Tell him what you've done, Jake. Done? Clayton, we hung your old man this afternoon. You what? We hung him for stealing horses. They found out he didn't do it. After? Yeah. I guess the joke's on us all, all right? Ma. Ma, wait a minute. Ma. She's kind of upset, Clay. You better go with her. Somebody ought to kill you, Jake. No, don't talk like that. I said we were sorry. Well, I got to go get home. This is getting kind of late, and my mrs. will have supper on. So long. Huh? Yeah. You're still bothered by the Tillman hanging up there. He was lynched. Oh, lynched. But they'll never find out he did it. Now that was nearly three weeks ago. I got a pretty good idea of it. I just can't be sure. Oh, cool. Probably some of the ranchers out there who've been losing their horses. Benson of the ball, and Jake Kaiser in particular. Benson? I already got shot the other night, like in his own house. Yeah, I did. Just about a week ago. Maybe his conscience was bothering him. What do you mean? Well, maybe they have two children that keep him from talking. That may be. Anyway, you had it coming to him. Still murder-kidding. You feel worse about Tillman, don't you? You know, there's nothing I hate more than a lynching. No one told him, I guess, that he was completely innocent. What about Mrs. Tillman and the boy? Do they have any ideas? Well, if they have, it doesn't sell me. Well, you've done all you can. It might as well be in St. Louis. I'd like to be in St. Louis, Matt. Why don't you go, then? I don't know. I guess I'm afraid of the Dutch. What are you talking about? Never mind, Matt. Matt! Hello, Doc. Hello, Kidding. Sit down, Doc. Thank you, thank you. See, Matt, that fella Duval. What about it? He's been shot, man. Shot dead. What? That's right. His hired hand brought him in. When did this happen? Early tonight, he said. You know, there's a funny thing about that, man. Duval was shot through the window of his house with a 50-caliber rifle. I dug the bullet out. Just like Benson, huh? Yes, uh... I thought it was going to be interesting, myself. That makes Jake Kaiser the only one left, man. You think Jake did it? I don't know, Doc. He's been sitting right over there in the car chain since noon. Huh? He was sure of it? Oh. He was gone for an hour, but he was there when I left, and he was there when I got back. Oh, he couldn't have done this in an hour, man. Yeah. Oh, look, man, he's leaving. Oh, I'll be back. Uh, Jake. Oh, hello, Marshall. Uh, let's sit down a minute. Now, Jake, I want to talk to you. Sure, Marshall. What's it about? Here's the table. I'm kind of late getting out home. Jake, the ball was shot tonight. He was? Yeah. Killed the same way Benson was. Same way, huh? You know anything about it? I'm beginning to, Marshall. If that Tillman boy, Clay, I know what it is. Why would he do it? Why? He's crazy. That's why. Marshall, I'll tell you. Clay just took it into his head that we hung his old man. How do you know he has? Well, I saw him right here in town this morning. And he was here last Saturday, too. Come to think of it. You talk to him? Sure. And he keeps saying that we've done it. Why? Don't you believe anything he says? No, this is Tillman either. They're both liars, Marshall. I've known him a long time to be liars. And Clay threatened the attack. I'm sure he did. You go arrest him, Marshall. There's not much evidence. Well, I just told you, I know. You mean you ain't going to arrest him? No. Not yet. He ain't going to shoot me. I'm going to go kill him on the way home. Right tonight. Jake. You're talking to a U.S. Marshall. All right. You do something about it. I will, but you can't have any ideas of shooting him out of your head. If you'll arrest him, I will. And don't you forget what liars they are out there. You leave that to me, Jake. Yeah, yeah. Sure. But not for long, Marshall. Not for very dang long. He was kind of a man, and I knew he'd probably go kill young Clay Tillman the first time it happened to occur to him again. So I couldn't arrest Clay for two murders just on Jake's word that Clay had threatened him. And he did a lot more evidence than that. And the only way of getting it I could think of was from Clay himself. The other next morning, Chester and I rode out to the Tillman place. It was only about 15 miles from town when we got there early. Morning, Dad. Come in. No bother. I was looking for Clay. I'd like to talk to him. He's out back. He'll be here in a minute. Good. Miss Tillman. Duvall was killed last night. All right. Don't you care? Several people have been murdered around here lately, Marshall, including my husband. You think Benson and Duvall were in on that? I didn't say they were. What about Jake Kaiser? You're prying, Marshall. That's a trouble with the law. It's always prying. What do you want Clay for? I thought he might tell me what he knows. You won't. We don't know nothing. And Clay didn't shot nobody. He was in God yesterday. Yeah, I know he was. I wouldn't put it past Jake to have shot Duvall himself. I thought of that, too. You have any idea why he might have? No. Well, here's Clay now. Well, we've got business to do. Hello, Clay. Marshall? Justin? All right, Clay. You've been hunting this water? No. Put that rifle back where it belongs, son. Oh, come on. I was shooting hawks with it yesterday, left it in the barn. You should have brought it in last night, son. Sure. But, well, it was dark when I got back. I didn't see it out there. I should have brought it in myself. What are you doing here, Marshall? Duvall was murdered last night, Clay. He was? Yeah, shot, same as Benson. Well, what do you know? Jake Kaiser thinks you did it. He does, huh? He also said that you threatened to kill him next. Maybe I ought to. Clay, don't talk like that. You know, there's a law against murder. They murdered my father. Where was the law then? I'd have him in jail right now if I know who they were. Too bad you weren't there, Marshall. I could still arrest Jake. We don't know nothing about Jake, do we, son? No. No, we don't know nothing. Okay. But you'll hang from murder if you kill him, Clay. I just seen you, Mr. June, walking right up front street. Oh, Justin. It's Clay. It's sad being he's back in town, just like you said it'd be. Well, I wasn't too sure. Jake might have killed him during the week. It must have slipped his mind somehow. I know what you're thinking. He's going to ride past Jake's place on his way home, ain't he? Now, my man's been killed each Saturday the last two weeks. It could happen again. You guys talking? Get our horses, Justin. We'll ride out to Jake's. No? Hadn't we ordered a father, Clay, when he... No, it's Jake. I want to keep an eye on him. Well, I don't understand. Just get the horses, Justin. Yes, sir. And be sure there's a rope on my saddle. We going to hang somewhere? No. Now, get going. Yes, sir. Now, sir. Well, I'm going to show you if you don't... Hey, I wish he was a moaner than I. No, that's better, doc. Just stay out of the way of my rope. You're going to rope him? But someone... You shouldn't have stopped me, Marshall. You won't do any good. Two murders are enough, aren't they? I was saving Jake for the last. I wanted him to sweat, and I'll kill him yet. Who's out there? It's Marshall Dell and Jake. Now, put that gun down. What's going on here? What? It's Mrs. Tillman. She wants to kill you, Jake. And that's a sharp spiffy. I've got to do it. Sure would. What? You killed Benson in Duvall. And I'll kill you if I have to use a knife, Jake Kaiser. A woman? Going around killing people? Well, that's terrible. You hung my husband. What are the best names that ever live? I told you it was a mistake. I said we were sorry. That's what I've been waiting to hear. All right, get his gun, Chester. That's right. I've got it. Mrs. Tillman, you're both under arrest. Well, as long as Jake hangs to... He'll hang. But you will probably go to jail. What's clean, Tanks? He knew about this when he found a rifle in your barn last week, but I guess he figured there was no way to stop you. You found our only way, Marshall. I guess maybe I should have told you everything from the first. Yeah. It's too late now. I'm sorry. Don't you feel bad about it, Marshall? I don't mind. I don't really mind at all. You want to know something, Mrs. Tillman? That's the worst part of it. All right, come on. Let's get back to Dutch.